#coriolanus snow romantic fanfic

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Can I get a Coriolanus x Male reader (romantic) that’s just tons of fluff with them cuddling in the middle of the night and a hint of insecure reader who asks things like “why did you ask me to be your boyfriend? You could have had any guy to girl and yet you chose me?” And Coriolanus just peppers his face with kisses while saying sweet things

I had to do headcanons, I'm sorry! I could NOT get this done for the life of me. :(

Coriolanus Snow x Male! Reader (romantic, fluff to hurt/comfort headcanons)

Summary: Coriolanus and Male! Reader spending time together then leading to Reader asking him why they're together. __

In the Capital, even just a couple years after the war, no one truly cared who dated who, even if they are of the same gender. So, Coriolanus having grown up in a constant Capital view, he doesn't care if he dates someone of the same gender either. So, it's no big deal when he starts dating a man.

He will spend a lot of time around you, not only because he likes you, but because you're one of the people he feels most comfortable with. He can do so much that he can't with others, whether that be because he feels like they're looming over him and his decisions or because of his family name and keeping up a specific image.

Coriolanus is just as possessive over you as he is over any of his (possible) future lovers. You're his lover, his boyfriend. Every time you point out his actions and the suddenness of his possessiveness, he'd brush you off and say you didn't understand and didn't need to.

Of course, living in a city where beauty is profoundly important can be consuming, not only positively but also negatively. At some point, you grow insecure, believing you weren't good enough for Coriolanus.

As much as Coriolanus confirmed he wouldn't want another person, your nerves were never settled.

One night, while you and Coriolanus were sitting in your living room, talking to each other quietly, not wanting to wake your family. You and he were having a good time, talking about things that weren't important to any situation you were in.

The conversation slowly degraded into what you truly wanted to talk about: why he liked you.

The Capital never cared about who dated who, neither did Coriolanus. So, it was odd hearing you ask the question you did.

"Why'd you ask me to be your boyfriend?" You asked, tilting your head as you stared at him. "You could have anyone in the Capital, hell, all of Panem... yet you choose me?"

Coriolanus would hesitate to answer, wondering what answer he could give to not hurt your feelings. Could Coriolanus tell you that he was with you because he genuinely liked you or because he liked you for something else he couldn't put his finger on.

"Because you're just handsome." Coriolanus answered and pursed his lips. He wondered if that was enough of an answer for you to accept.

You nod slowly, look down at your hands. "And you're very nice and always smell good, and always so kind." Coriolanus followed up, eyeing your hands, which you no longer looked at. "You have a reason for getting with me?"

Nodding, you smile slightly. "I thought you were handsome too and you were very quiet but funny." You remark and stare at him. "You'll like me? Always?"

Coriolanus took in a breath at the question. Could he? Yes, he will! He liked you for a reason, even if it was a reason beyond what he knew.

"Yes, I will." Coriolanus took your hands and kissed your knuckle softly. "Always."

__

That's a very weak 'always'.

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[captain-lessship]

Frozen Over pt. 4

The crowd cheered as you stood on your pedestal, a smile coming to your face. You had seen so many people on other occasions but you were always accompanied by your grandfather, this was different. It was your first step into displaying your own prowess and hopefully gained respect.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of the Hunger Games.” You spoke, your voice sounding everywhere, in the stadium and in the homes of millions of people.

“It was written in the charter of the Games, that every twenty-five years there would be a Quarter Quell, to remind each new generation of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol.” You intended for that last bit to be a warning because by all accounts: it was.

“Many of you may recall that each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of significance. On the seventy-fifth Anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell.” Cheers erupted from the crowd, you could feel their energy and you slowly felt your nerves slip away.

You now reached to the envelope that he had given you, carefully taking the paper from it. You breathed out as you began to read it, “"As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each District.” Your heart dropped, your chest became tight and you found yourself struggling to breathe. Finnick. Finnick would have to go again. Your friend.

You had a job to do. You couldn’t break on live television and give President Snow a emotional victory.

“All Victors will present themselves on Reaping Day, regardless of age, state of health, or any other hinderance. They will compete in this pageant of honor and sacrifice in a glorious fashion, and will compete for the ultimate crown." You forced a smile as the capital citizens cheered. You waved to them as you descended from your pedestal.

You rushed into your house, quickly running up to your room, you slammed the door behind you. It was all catching up to you. He wouldn’t do this intentionally but he was the only one who could let this happen. You pulled at your jacket ripping the buttons off and throwing it to the ground. You went to the wash pitcher and poured the water into the bowel, desperate to get the gold glitter off you.

Before you could shove your face into the cold water, you saw him in your mirror. You turned around quickly. Finnick stood there. Just looking at you. Not a glimpse of judgement, care or compassion. Pure indifference.

“Crazy doesn’t suit you.”

“How did you get in here?”

Finnick stared through you, “It is amazing what you can get when you say you have business. President Snow is also not home, they don’t protect you near as much.”

You straightened your back, “Finnick, I didn’t know.”

“What if I said I don’t believe you?” His expression changed, it was a look one might give to disgraceful traitor.

You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you cried but everything had bubbled back up. How could you not crumble at the look he was giving you? You would’ve preferred him to cut you, stab you, or slam your head onto the floor, anything but the look he was giving you.

“Why are you crying?” The words were absent of comfort. ���Nothing has happened to you.”

You rubbed at your eyes, black smudges left behind on your shaking hands.

“If I’d known, I would’ve begged and pleaded for him not to.” Tears came full force.

Finnick walked closer to you, you closed your eyes, fully prepared for him to back hand you like your grandfather had done when you had your, in his words, unneeded outburst.

Finnick had every right to. He was right, nothing as cruel as a second go around in the games would ever happen to you.

But you were surprised to feel a gentle yet firm hand on your face. “What happened there?” His finger tapped over the slightly scarred over cut.

“He hit me.” You said.

“Why?” Finnick asked, genuine worry coming to him.

“You will be upset.”

“I am already upset with him.” Finnick’s other hand came and forced you to look at him.

“I told him that what he has done to you was wrong and that you were my friend.”

You couldn’t look in his eyes, you had already shown so much weakness around him. Snow is not weakness.

“What a terrible man.” Finnick said softly. He took his hands from your face and stepped towards your bowl of water. “Your eye makeup is all over your face.” He said a matter of factly.

“I’m- It’s fine.” You went to rub your face with your hand but a coolness touched your face.

You jolted away from him. His gaze was soft and loving, “Water might not get it off but it will clean the trails on your face.”

You let him bring the cloth to your face, wiping gently. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so genuine affectionate. True that your Grandfather had his shoulder move and you often returned the hugs of your sister but this was different.

You opened your eyes and let them fall to Finnick’s. You had never seen another set like them and you knew you never would. You had seen a million other pair of blue eyes and many a pair of green eyes, but never a mix like his. If you were a poet, you would say they were the product of swirled sea foam, the very same that Aphrodite rose from.

Finnick stared back into your eyes. He always thought that they suited you. Your face was not very expressive but your eyes were, he could know exactly how you were feeling by looking in them. They softened for only certain people, they could cut anyone down. He loved how the ridges in your irises were like the tree lines back home.

You reminded him of home.

Hours passed, You had placed your clothes in your closet and had gotten dressed in your pajamas.

You were comforted as he told you warm stories of home but then he told you how he would be returning for the Reaping. It would take place tomorrow and he noticed how sad it made you so he once again returned a warm hand to your face. You were both sitting on the foot of your bed, you weren’t used to him sitting there with you but it felt nice.

“I wish that they wouldn’t do this.” You said.

“We all know why.” He sighed, “To punish that district…”

“Twelve.”

“Twelve girl.” He finished. “There’s talk of an uprising.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled it from your face, “Be honest with me, are you in on it?”

He was silent. He was silent for a while. “If they asked me to.”

You felt tears again. If you didn’t loose him in the arena, you would surely loose him when the rebellion was discovered.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” He wiped at your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry sweetheart, it will all work out.”

You just looked at him with the saddest look he had ever seen. He could almost feel his heart shattering the longer he looked at you.

“Finnick, why would think about that?”

“It’s what best for us all.”

“Not for me.”

“Why? Are you that spoile-“

“I love you. I have always loved you. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, I didn’t know it then but for years, I found my soul yearning for you.”

You sprung up from your bed and backed away from him, “I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Not because I think I am better than you. No! Not that! I am not better than you.I am not good enough for you.”

Tears ran marathons down your face, chasing away your voice from your throat. Heart finally spilling open, you had broken the dam of self restraint.

“Even now, even tomorrow, even next year. I will never be good enough for you! But I was happy having you as a friend. Being your friend might not be what I want but it is what I have! I rather have your friendship than to never have known you.”

He was silent once again. He was looking at you as if you were a ghost.

“Say something! Scream! Yell! Slap me! I don’t care!” You reached on your dresser and flung your eyeliner at him, he hit it from the air. You started throwing more things.

“You coward! Get angry, damn it! Say our friendship is over! Tell me to fuck off!” You shrieked at him.

In a short moment, you had cleared the surface of the dresser. You let out a painful sob as you pressed your back to it and fell to the floor, throwing the last bottle pathetically, not even coming close to hitting him.

“Say anything.” You choked out between sobs. You had kept that inside for years and now that it was out, you couldn’t say felt any better.

“I love you too.”

You stopped in your tracks, “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

You sharpened your eyes, inspecting him. You knew his body language, it didn’t appear that he was lying. He took a few steps towards you, eyes looking at you with care.

“Finnick..”

“Don’t you believe me?” He knelt down to your level.

“I do, but we both kno-“

He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you, as if he kissed you harder, you’d shatter like a stained glass window.

He pulled away after only a few seconds, scanning your face for signs of unhappiness. There was none. You just looked at him as you lifted your hand to ghost over your lips, firmly believing that this was a dream.

It wasn’t. He took your hand away from your lips and pressed another kiss, feeling you kiss him back. To you, it was beautiful. Was it beautiful to him too?

[incandescentlycursed]

Update: said Snowbaird How to Lose a Guy in 10 days AU exists and if anyone would be so kind as to drop a kudos or a comment (I much prefer the latter but both are beautiful) please do so <3, I need motivation for the following chapters

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52041544"><strong>you bewitch me, every damn second that you’re with me.</strong></a> (6915 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/shirbertsholmesburys"><strong>shirbertsholmesburys</strong></a><br />Chapters: 4/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/The%20Ballad%20of%20Songbirds%20and%20Snakes%20-%20Suzanne%20Collins">The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Hunger%20Games%20Series%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Hunger Games Series - All Media Types</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Lucy Gray Baird/Coriolanus Snow, Clemensia Dovecote/Lysistrata Vickers, Marcus/Sejanus Plinth, Arachne Crane/Felix Ravinstill, Crassus Snow/Coriolanus Snow’s Mother<br />Characters: Lucy Gray Baird, Coriolanus Snow, Coral (Hunger Games), Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman, Sejanus Plinth, Volumnia Gaul, Sejanus Plinth's Mother, Strabo Plinth, Maude Ivory Baird, Tigris (Hunger Games), Coriolanus Snow's Grandma'am, Clemensia Dovecote, Arachne Crane, Festus Creed, Livia Cardew, Jessup Diggs, Lysistrata Vickers, Felix Ravinstill, Marcus (Hunger Games), The Covey (Hunger Games)<br />Additional Tags: Academic Rivals to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining, Alternate Universe - College/University, New York, Alternate Universe - How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days Fusion, laufey songs, Competition, Jealousy, They really love talking about movies. So many movies, literally laufey songs, non-toxic snow/lucy gray, Well maybe a little bit, Romantic Comedy, Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy, bet trope, they are horny ass mfs, Eventual Smut, happy ending?? Be nice to me and maybe, Coriolanus Snow loves Lucy Gray, Snow is a big old softie, Covey band - Freeform, Bars and Pubs, no beta all mistakes are mine, consent!! is!! sexy!!, semi toxic but like, can you really blame them, they’ve been fighting each other for three years over grades<br />Summary: <p>Aspiring political journalist Coriolanus Snow and Grammy-nominated Lucy Gray Baird have been at odds with one another for the past three years at New York University. Ever since he laid eyes upon her rainbow leggings and red Converse, he’s been trying to take her down; whether it’s by one percentage point in a class or a particularly good point during a debate, he’s kept every win close to his chest. No doubt, she’s been doing the same — her maddening flirtatiousness, the sugary sweet conversations with subtle digs thrown in, all leading up to a triumphant, wicked grin as she shows him the most recent test results. Suddenly, they find themselves embroiled in bets neither of them can resist. If Coryo can fall in love and bring the girl to the Banquet, the biggest event of the year for all poli-sci majors, then he’ll score the summer internship with Senator Gaul that he’s been waiting for his entire life. And if Lucy Gray can find a guy to date and then break up with in the span of ten days, she can finish writing her long-awaited sophomore album and be on her way to a Grammy win — all is fair in love and war.</p><p>Or: Snow and Lucy Gray as academic rivals to lovers, as told by Laufey and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.</p>

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"The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes," Chapter 12

Part 2: The Prize

Chapter 12: Uh-oh! Emily was reading so much fanfic she forgot where she was in the actual book. Coriolanus is jealous of everyone who dares get near Lucy Gray. He hates Sejanus and Ma Plinth. Tigris comes and he's like, "What do you think that song was about? Is she really a whore?" They go home. Grandma'am is also awful. He writes about the fun of war. The next morning, Clemensia is still missing. He gives Lucy Gray his mother's compact and tells her to put rat poison in it.

Quotes:

His girl. His. Here in the Capitol, it was a given that Lucy Gray belonged to him, as if she’d had no life before her name was called out at the reaping. Even that sanctimonious Sejanus believed she was something he could trade for. If that wasn’t ownership, what was?

Oh gross. Now I remember why I didn't want to keep reading.

“One hearing’s all my cousin Maude Ivory needs. That child never forgets anything with a tune,” said Lucy Gray.

If Maude Ivory was Katniss's grandma, do we think her dad had a Covey name? With a color?

Just like those Peacekeepers back in 12. Coriolanus couldn’t help wondering just how friendly she could be.

Coriolanus thinks she's fucking the Peacekeepers in the Capitol and 12.

Sejanus appeared, in another brand-new suit, with a rumpled little woman in an expensive flowered dress on his arm. It didn’t matter. You could put a turnip in a ball gown and it would still beg to be mashed.

Now I am just quoting all the awful stuff he thinks. But also I have never had mashed turnips? Why not say potato?

Tigris’s rebuke shocked him, but less than her alluding to behavior that might be considered a disgrace. What had she done? Because if she’d done it, she’d done it to protect him. He thought about the morning of the reaping, when he’d casually wondered what she had to trade in the black market, but he’d never really taken that seriously. Or hadn’t he? Would he have just preferred not to know what sacrifices she might be willing to make for him? Her comment was vague enough, and so many things were beneath a Snow, that he could say, as she had of Lucy Gray’s song, “Well, that could be anything.” Did he want to know the details? No. The truth was he did not.

So here's the thing about this: I think he doesn't want to know because then he would feel indebted to her, and he can't stand that. But... he is indebted to her. I know family is family and it's not the same as if some random stranger did it, but she gave up going to university so she could work to support him. I don't think he needs to pay her back or anything but he should be more... not grateful necessarily but just aware of what it took to get him here. He may think he just "deserves" all this (and that's a whole other issue) but it wasn't just given to him. She had to sacrifice.

That our ancestral home has gotten too large?

It's a dumb apartment, you weirdo. That is hooie! He bought this place in the 80s! /ben blanc

“The trouble with girls is, they’re not used to fighting the same way boys are,” said Hilarius. The Heavensbees were ultrarich, the way the Snows had been before the war. But no matter his advantages, Hilarius always seemed to feel oppressed.

I wonder if this sense of oppression made its way to Plutarch somehow and made him want to fight.

“The thing is,” Lysistrata whispered to Coriolanus, “I’ve become rather attached to Jessup.” She paused a moment, arranging the wrapping on a chunk of baked noodles and cheese. “He did save my life.” Coriolanus wondered what Lysistrata, who had been closer to him than anyone else in the arena, had seen when the bombs went off. Had she seen Lucy Gray save him? Was she hinting at that?

Okay here's the part where I begin to piss off the Snowbaird shippers. I think Lysistrata has more genuine feeling for Jessup than Snow does for Lucy Gray. I don't think it's romantic, but I do think it's more the appropriate reaction given the circumstances. Snow is all about ownership. I wish Lysistrata did see Lucy Gray save Snow and told everyone so he couldn't pretend it didn't happen.

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Wispie's Masterlist

Hello Wispies! Here's the masterlist of all my fanfics and blogs!

Side blog- CherriesandSins - For all the Classic Rock RPF

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Guidelines:

i)Will write one-shots and HCs for Witcher (game and series) Resident Evil, Stranger Things (preferably Eddie Munson), Hunger Games, Call of Duty Characters: preferably from the Modern Warfare franchise (2009 and 2019), Cold War, Black Ops, World War 2 and Advanced Warfare.

ii) Won't be writing NSFW.

iii)Best at writing sad fics and angst, but romantic fics are welcome!

CALL OF DUTY (Videogame)

Russell Adler

Series: All's Not Fair in Love and War (Adler x OC)

A little series about Adler and his S/O, Rei -she's a psychiatrist responsible for Bell's MK-Ultra.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Series: Red (Adler x OC)

A necklace and the tales of her Dada's bravery- the only two things in this world of disdain and contempt that push her to achieve her goal: To bring her Dada the justice he deserves.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Oneshots:

Betrayed

THE BUTT!

Russell Adler x Bell!Reader: Identity Crisis

Adler x Male!Soviet Reader

Valentine's Day with Adler!

Piercings!

Birthday Oneshot for Adler!

Adler Gets a Facial Pamper!

Cuddling with Adler

Broken

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

General Hcs of Kyle with his S/O

A Blushing Mess

Alex Mason

Escape

Vikhor 'Stitch' Kuzmin

Spades

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Vermilion

RESIDENT EVIL 8

Karl Heisenberg

Tears and Sorrow

The Broken Song of the Wolf and the Doll

Saudade

Bleeding Hearts

Fault in Our Stars

Never Give Up On Me

Salvatore Moreau

A Lonely Night

Donna Beneviento

Hauntingly Beautiful

The Broken Song of the Wolf and the Doll

Bleeding Hearts

Fault in Our Stars

Alcina Dimitrescu

Lullaby

Cassandra Demitrescu

Nothing more

Chris Redfield

Saudade

Chris Redfield x Curvy Reader

Judas Kiss

Nothing more

WITCHER

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Only Time Would Tell

HUNGER GAMES

BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

Coriolanus Snow

Every Rose Has Its Thorn Unforgiven

FANART

Donna Beneviento

Russell Adler x Bell

PLAYLISTS

RUSSELL ADLER SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY CORIOLANUS SNOW

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Fandoms

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Current fandoms

Alice in Wonderland

2010 Tim Burton’s movie

Alice Kingsleigh / Tarrant Hightopp / Mirana Crimms / Iracebeth Crimms / Ilosovic Stayne

Animations (Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks, and other) ❌

Anastasia

Anya / Dmitri / Vladimir

Bolt

Penny Forrester

Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass

Brave

Merida

Coraline

Coraline / Wybie

Lilo & Stitch

Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia

Back to the Future ❌

first movie of the trilogy

Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

seasons 1-4

Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood

Gotham

seasons 1-5

Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska

Harry Potter ❌

7 books + 8 movies (original series)

Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Phase One movies

Tony Stark / Bruce Banner / Thor / Loki / Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes / Natasha Romanoff / Clint Barton

Once Upon a Time

season 1

Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas

Pirates of the Caribbean

movies 1-3

Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti

Stranger Things

seasons 1-4

Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner

The Alienist

season 1

Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson

The Book Thief ❌

the book + the movie

Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg

The Chronicles of Narnia ❌

7 books + 3 Disney movies

Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X

The End Of The F***ing World ❌

seasons 1-2

Alyssa / James

The Hunger Games

book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌

The Rain

seasons 1-3

Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice

Possible future fandoms

→ fandoms in italics were recommended to me in some way

American Gods

Dark

Fear Street

Fleabag

Lord of the Rings

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone

The Haunting of the Hill House

The Queen’s Gambit

The Witcher

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars

Old fandoms

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Maniac

Ragnarok

The Umbrella Academy

Tribes of Europa

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Cosa Nostra - A Preview for A Candle for the Caribbean

As many of you know, @loveinpanem is holding a charity event to raise money for those impacted by the hurricanes in Caribbean. If you donate money to any charity that’s helping victims, you will receive a copy of a fanfic anthology put together by many talented writers and artists.

For my contribution, I’ve decided to finish a fic that I’ve been working on behind the scenes for over three(!) years now. Conceived one night while @beanfromdistrict7 were dining at an old Italian restaurant on the Strip, Cosa Nostra is an Everlark historical AU taking place in 1950′s mob-run Las Vegas. Katniss Everdeen is a performer for The Mockingjay, which is run by mob boss Coriolanus Snow. Peeta Mellark is a forensic accountant who is a plant for the FBI in The Mockingjay’s business office. The two meet and are instantly drawn to each other, but how can anything possibly end well when they are on two opposing sides? Especially since Katniss knows that the mob will have no problem harming her sister if she betrays them.

Since I’m a Vegas local, this story is also a bit of a nod to our own recent disaster, the shooting at Mandalay Bay. Such a sad world we live in. But it’s the people rush to help those who have been harmed by these events that make our world worth living in. 

At any rate, enjoy the preview!

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“Good evening, Miss Everdeen,” he says to me in a voice that is a little too upbeat. “It’s wonderful to finally get to meet you.”

“Good evening,” I say to him, my voice far more stilted.

“I’ve heard so many things about you,” he continues.

“And I, you,” I say, then kick myself mentally because that is about as dangerous comment as I could possibly make. I may as well just openly challenge him. I don’t dare betray the fear I’m actually feeling, though, and do the best I can to arrange my facial features into one of stone. I hope against hope I have a better poker face now than I did when gambling with Peeta and Haymitch the other night.

Cray raises an eyebrow; my transgression has been noted, filed away, but he won’t act on it now. Not yet, at least.

“Of course, you’ve been a particular favorite of Snow’s for so long,” he continues without missing a beat, though I can tell, maybe by a shift in his body language or something, that my comment did get under his skin. “First the wife as one of his most loyal employees,” he says, adding an extra emphasis on the word ‘employees. “Then as one of the most lucrative aspects of his most successful business venture to date.” He motions around, to indicate my dressing room, and the performance as a whole by proxy. “You attract visitors to the hotel just because they want to hear your lovely voice for yourself.”

“I think you’re playing me up too much,” I say, my cheeks burning slightly.

“Not in the slightest! You’re famous all up and down the Vegas Strip,” he says. “And even beyond, especially given your romantic history with people like Finnick Odair.”

I want to set the record straight about Finnick Odair’s and my past, but I stop myself, remembering who this man is. He likely already knows the truth. So why he’s bringing it up, I’m not sure. But I can be it has something to do with why he’s here.”

Cray reveals himself immediately. “Of course, that’s part of why there’s so many people confused now, as to why you’ve gotten so… friendly with the new accountant on staff.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, before I have a chance to consider if it’s even a good idea. But I catch myself before I can make too much of a mess. Instead, I try to play it like a woman who has had such unsavory rumors spread about her. “What rumors are these? Who’s spreading them?”

“It’s the talk of the staff,” Cray says. I notice he doesn’t mention any names in particular, though. “You’ve been seen, eating meals together. Walking in the halls together. Gambling in the early morning hours. I even heard about your day trip out to Hoover Dam yesterday,” he says brightly.

A sharp jolt of energy shoots through me. It’s my worst suspicions, confirmed. Oh, sure, I knew about all the witnesses to the meals we’ve eaten together -- it’s not exactly like we’d been hiding those. But the gambling lesson, the trip to Hoover Dam? I suppose any number of workers might have reported seeing us that first morning, but my first suspect that comes immediately to mind is the one who played with us. What was his name? Haymitch? I’ll have to make note to keep an eye for him in the future.

The one that has me most concerned, though, is Hoover Dam. How on earth did he know about that? Granted, anyone could have seen me leave the hotel with Peeta yesterday, or even seen me return last night. But none of those people would have had any way of knowing where we had gone together… unless they had followed us. Or maybe even had witnessed us there, just like I had wondered about yesterday. Only then, I was pretty sure I was just being paranoid. Maybe I still am, though. I know I didn’t tell anyone, aside from Prim, where I had gone, but what about Peeta? Had he casually mentioned it to someone, thinking it was no big deal? Or could it even be possible that Prim let it slip to the wrong person? She does work on the front desk…

“I wasn’t aware anyone knew about the trip yesterday,” I say. “I’ve barely spoken to anyone since I’ve been back. And I haven’t mentioned it.”

“You know how it is around here,” he smiles that suspiciously sweet smile at me. “Rumors spread like wildfire. But I think it’s great that you’re getting to know the new accountant.”

“You do?” I ask. That was probably the very last thing I expected to hear from him.

“Oh, sure. As a matter of fact, so does Snow. He’s heard about your little friendship, too, believe it or not.”

“I believe it,” I say. Snow makes it his business to know everything that’s going on, at least if it’s something that could directly impact his business. The question is, what’s he going to do about it? What course of action is he going to take now that he knows? Will he choose to correct it? The fact that Cray is here doesn’t bode well for the future of this entanglement. Suddenly, I’m terrified Peeta will disappear, and turn up dead later, his body just “mysteriously” abandoned in the desert. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened.

“He’s a real romantic, Snow is,” Cray continues. “And so am I. If you think something is blooming between you and the accountant, then by all means, you should follow your heart.”

There it is. Cray is definitely here for something. There’s no way he would pay me a visit just to wish me luck on a potential relationship. He doesn’t deal in that kind of thing. “What does Snow want me to do?” I ask. “I know you’re not actually here to congratulate me on making a new friend.”

“Smart girl,” Cray says. “See, Snow was thinking you could use your position as an advantage. Get close to the kid. Learn things from him. Find out what he knows. Get a peek at what he’s really doing, if you know what I mean.”

“You want me to spy on him.” Of course. I should have known. In fact, I should have seen this coming the moment Peeta Mellark bid his first hello to me. I feel like such a fool for not realizing it would come down to this.

Cray’s smile turns sad. “I know you’ve heard the rumors about him, Miss Everdeen. Everyone around here has.”

Well, there’s no point in lying. He’s right; it’s practically all anyone has been talking about for weeks. Or at least, all anyone who knows what’s really going on around here talks about. “I suppose I was just hoping they weren’t true,” I say, cautiously, because I know I am on thin ice here, and the wrong comment could prove dangerous.

“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it? Find out what he’s doing. If it’s nothing, then there’s nothing for either of you to worry about.”

“And if there is?” I ask darkly, knowing full well the answer to that question.

“If there is… well, I’d recommend you tell Snow what you know right away. Because I’ve been keeping an eye on that sister of yours -- Primrose, is it? She’s real pretty. It’d be a shame if anything were to… happen to her.”

I spin around to face him, my eyes wide, my mouth hanging open. “You wouldn’t.”

“I’m just saying, bad things have a way of happening around here to those who aren’t careful.”

“She doesn’t know anything!” I’m on my feet now, ready, I think, to actually fight him over this. Never mind that it would be a losing battle. I can’t let anything happen to my sister. This is the very thing I have fought so hard to defend these last few years, to prevent from happening.

“Then I would recommend you get a good look at whatever that new accountant is doing. If he’s up to any funny business… you better let the right people know,” he says with a glint in his eye. There is no question as to who the “right people” are.

I feel frozen in place, at a total impasse. I have no choice; I can see no other way out of this situation. “All right,” I say weakly, nodding absently as I sink back down on my chair, feeling weak.

“Good girl,” Cray says. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Snow knew you’d see things our way.”

“Yes.” Snow is all knowing, it seems. He really does watch everything that goes on in his empire like a hawk. Or like a tyrant, more like it.

“Well, now that that’s settled, I really must be going. Break a leg,” he says, and flashes me the kind of grin that suggests he may actually mean that. He moves for the door. Just as he’s about to open it, there’s another knock. So Cray takes the liberty of opening it. And of course, on the other side stands no other than Peeta himself.

“What fortunate timing,” Cray says with a sinister smile as he exits from the room.

Yes. For him, maybe. Myself, I’m mentally screaming at Peeta for his timing, for showing up here at all. It only makes everything a thousand times worse.

“What was that all about?” Peeta asks, glancing over his shoulder at Cray as he retreats. Peeta’s eyes are narrowed; is it my imagination, or does he seems a little suspicious of Cray? No, it has to be the weight of our conversation influencing me.

“He’s… um, head of security,” I like, sort of, though in a way it’s true. “He just came by to say hello.”

“Oh,” Peeta ways simply, and seems to let the issue go. Now he turns his full focus on me, and gives me a huge grin. “I wanted to say hello, too,” he says.

“Oh, hello,” I say weakly, giving a nervous laugh, that I hope Peeta doesn’t pick up on it. Or maybe, if he does, he misinterprets it as the laugh of someone nervous around a new beau, and not because she’s just been blackmailed into spying on someone.

I can see in his eyes that he does pick up on it. But he doesn’t force the issue. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to come by to see you until now,” he tells me. “Work was crazy today. I wanted to bring you flowers and everything, too.”

“It’s all right,” I say, feeling worse by the minute. Thank goodness he didn’t have a chance to stop to pick up flower for me. That would have made this an even bigger mess. Still, a small part of me can’t help feeling touched that he even wanted to make the effort at all. Which is an even bigger problem, when I think about it, than the flowers would have been. I can’t let Peeta take root in my heart. Somehow, I have to figure out a way to make him think I’m getting close to him, without actually putting my heart on the line.

Putting on my best smile, I walk over to him, and kiss him on the cheek. “Why don’t you go take your seat?” I tell him. “We can talk after the show.”

Fortunately, Peeta agrees with this suggestion easily. He gives me a kiss before he leaves, though. It takes everything I have not to pull away, more out of self-defense than anything. But I force myself to remain steady, and accept his kiss. I watch him as he leaves, walking down the hallway that will take him out to the public area, where he can find a seat. How on earth am I supposed to pull this off?

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Frozen Over Pt. 1

Summary: Young Snow eagerly wakes to a prestigious day. Guided by his grandfather, he learns to tie a tie, sharing a bond that extends beyond family. At the ceremony, an unexpected connection forms, bridging the gap between Capitol and District.

Trigger Warnings (Whole Work): Canon Typical Violence, Manipluation, Abuse, President Snow being President Snow, Eventual Character Death.

Content Warnings (This Chapter): Undertones of manipulation and co-dependency. Positive President Snow Talk.

You were cheerfully woken by a knock at your door, “Young Snow, it is time for you to be up.”

You all but flung yourself out of bed and rushed to your closet. You opened it to reveal a very well made outfit. A suit jacket in your signature color, well mare pants and your golden tie, dyed gold and faint gold threads littered it.

As you got dressed, you thought about the victor, Finnick Odair. How awesome it must be! To be the youngest person to win. You knew you would never be allowed to compete, maybe that’s why you were so impressed with Finnick. A boy only a year older than you had accomplished something you could only dream.

While lost in thought, you hadn’t realized that your grandfather had entered the room. He walked up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders, making you jump slightly.

“Are you almost ready?” He asked.

“I just have the tie left.”

He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror, “You have grown so much. I remember when you had to be helped.”

You laughed lightly, “Grandfather, I still can’t tie a tie. Not like how you do.”

He moved his hands from your shoulder, “You will need to learn that. You are almost a man.”

Your smile fell slightly, he instantly picked up on that. “Watch me do it. I will show and tell you how to.”

He took a spot beside you in the mirror, undoing his tie, “Start with the wide end of the tie on the left and the small end on the right.” He then pointed at where the wide end fell, “The tip of the wide end should rest at the top of your belt buckle. Only move the small end.”

You followed his instructions and looked at him ever so often, making sure you had it positioned right.

“Small end over the wide end to the left. Under the wide end and to the right. Up to the center, towards neck loop.”

You were always impressed by your grandfathers many skills. He always tied his ties this way for ceremonies. You were becoming just like him!

“Through the neck loop and to the left. Across the front, to the right. Then up into the neck loop from underneath. Down to the left and around the back of the wide end to the right. Keep this part loose.”

You couldn’t remember a time when your grandfather hadn’t been around you. In every memory, he was there. You knew that he was getting older and he wanted you to take over for him. And you were happy to do so. Then you would teach your son or grandson like how he had done for you. Like a never ending chain of Snow.

“Bring it across the front towards the left and through the last loop we made. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten. Up to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the left.”

We? You and him? Best friends, more than a simple bond between Grandparent and Grandchild. You told him everything and he listened to you. He taught you many things and you remembered them.

“Up to the center, towards neck loop. Down through the neck loop and to the right. Keep this part loose. Across the front towards the left and through the loop made in the previous step. Pull the small end towards the left to tighten.”

You were one and the same. You were his favorite, you knew it in your heart. You were his first grandchild and your mother loved you siblings more so it evened out. It was you and him.

“And finally, tuck the rest of the small end behind neck loop on the left side.”

You beamed as you looked at your tie, it was just like his.

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You were exceptionally nervous as you looked out at all the people who had gathered for the victory ceremony. Once again, the comforting hand of your grandfather came to your shoulder. “You need to do this. It is very simple. You walk up to them, smile, congratulate them and place the crown on their head.”

You could feel your heartbeat increase as you looked at the crown on the velvet pillow, golden interlocking sections that intimidated you.

“Are you ready?” He asked you. You nodded.

With shaky hands, you stepped forward, smiling out to the crowd as they cheered. They knew who you were. The cheers mellowed out as you picked up the crown and held it in both of your hands.

One last deep breath escaped you as you turned and walked to the blonde that had been staring you down: the victor, Finnick Odair. Fourteen years old. Still a child in so many ways. A twinge of pity came to your heart, knowing what went on in the arena.

Everyone knew what he had done.

Finnick stared into your eyes, he saw warmth. Like that of a sweater. He thought you were an angel. You didn’t look like the rest of the Capital citizens, you had a clean face and muted toned clothes but you radiated kindness. You didn’t know him and he didn’t know you; but it felt like friendship.

“Finnick Odair,” you said, a smile dripping into your words, “Congratulations and Thank you.”

He leaned slightly forward and let you place the crown on his head. “Thank you.”

You nodded as you stepped out of the way as to let the crowd see the victor.

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i saw ur post about lucy gray angst so im here to request 🙋🏻‍♀️

Ok so reader is lucy grays bsf and corio comes to district 12 and meets reader and starts taking a liking to reader and lucy gray gets jealous but then reader reassures her and they kiss and get together 🫠 please and thank you💕

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Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Covey Member! Reader Summary: Lucy Gray wasn't the jealous type, but oh, did she feel terrible when she saw Coriolanus with you. Warnings: none Word count: 1.3k ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Lucy Gray wasn’t the jealous type, everyone knew that. Yes, she could enact revenge if she wanted to, but it was very specific and rarely happened. Her shoving that snake down Mayfair’s dress? Bound to happen! Don’t send your boyfriend's ex into the hunger games.

But she was full of love, so it wasn’t surprising that she got a thing for you of all people. She knew you for years, having grown up together after leaving the man that took care of them before he died of black lung. Your family had helped the Covey get to their feet again for the short amount of time your parents were alive. The rampant deaths from black lung affected your family and later passed. Out of thankfulness, Lucy Gray offered you join the Covey and help them with shows. Thankfully, you accept.

Her romantic feelings weren’t immediate, but her affection grew overtime. It didn’t happen while Billy Taupe was dating her, but she couldn’t deny a place in her heart was saved for you.

After Lucy Gray found Billy Taupe was cheating on her with Mayfair, she didn’t try putting that on your hands since 

Lucy Gray sang love ballads hidden behind platonic love, singing about the beauty of your eyes and how she would get lost in them, and your kindness and how you were bound for the good. If she can’t tell if you love her like she does, she’ll say they’re platonic and are just grateful for your care.

After being sent to the Capital for the Hunger Games, she had grown fond of Coriolanus, her mentor. Of course, Lucy Gray would talk about her life back home, it being suggested after she said Wovey reminded her of Maude Ivory. She would go on long streams of compliments and say you were born with beauty she could never describe but try her best anyway.

It enchanted Coriolanus too.

Lucy Gray’s time spent in the Capital and in the arena wasn’t fun for obvious reasons, her time spent mainly worrying about her life being on the line, how the Covey was holding up in District 12 and how you were helping them. She hoped the shows were still doing well without her there.

Once she got back to 12, Lucy Gray had almost run home if it wasn’t from exhaustion and stress. If her time back home wasn’t spent getting food to eat, bathing, and sleeping, maybe she would have confessed to you.

Life had gone back to normal only a couple weeks later, the Games not being prominent in Lucy Gray and the Covey’s life after. Though it was only mentioned before shows to remind the audience she was a victor.

You had gone back to your job assisting the Covey in getting the cash donations from the audience and getting their things to and from the house. The days went by normally.

But who would have thought Coriolanus would follow Lucy Gray back.

The summer heat had gotten as bad as the year before, humid with the smell of sweat and coal from the coal miners, their uniforms still smelling of the two. Lucy Gray had gotten the idea to spend Sunday at the lake house, needing to get away from her problems and stress after the Games. Coriolanus had been allowed to go along since peacekeeper work and had gotten tiring and he was offered to relax too.

Like it was stated before, Lucy Gray wasn’t naturally sadistic or vengeful, she wouldn’t commit violence unless she was in a situation where the other person swung first, or she truly needed to. It wasn’t like her jealousy was prominent before Coriolanus became more obvious with his feelings.

While at the lake, Coriolanus would try sweet talking to you. Though you would make jokes about how his accent and slang was odd, he’d continue trying his best to get you to realize how he really felt.

Lucy Gray would watch and listen with disdain for his sweet talk. She couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous and a sweetheart, but she couldn’t stop herself from becoming jealous.

The day passed slowly for Lucy Gray, watching as you laughed with Coriolanus, his smile a little too wide for her liking. She would occasionally break into the conversation to try and bring the attention back to her. Part of her wanted to try sweet talking with you but didn’t think it would work. If you liked her, it would be obvious right now.  She did care for Coriolanus for the fact he took care of her in the Capital but trying to get with you? Ew!

The lake water shimmered under the moonlight, the firelight covered the grass around the Covey and Coriolanus. They sat with each other and sang happily, making campfire foods from their bags. On the other hand, You and Lucy Gray were inside the lake house, fixing the wet swimsuits. She had gone silent from annoyance, which you noticed throughout the day.

Lucy Gray had spent her time by the fire not wanting to sing for her guest or trying to partake in the sing-alongs either. Simply eating her food quietly, making remarks when she was expected to. The day eventually needed to end, leaving the campfire put out with a bucket of lake water while the Covey and Coriolanus had gone inside.

You watched as Lucy Gray tried going inside too, quietly making her way to the door to go to bed.

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“Lucy Gray,” you mutter and grab her arm, stopping her gently from leaving you outside alone. She looked back at you blankly, almost solemnly, causing you to tilt your head. “You’ve been a little quiet.”

Lucy Gray hesitantly nodded and pulled her hand away. “Just don’t have anything to say,” she remarked and looked down at the ground.

“Bit surprising,” you smile at her but it quickly fell when you realized she pulled away. “What's wrong, Lucy Gray?”

Lucy Gray paused for a moment, looking at you as though you were a puzzle she was trying to solve. She spoke again.

“Do you like… Coriolanus?” She asked, looking at you with a saddened expression. Your eyes widened at the idea whatever you felt for Coriolanus, of all people, would be a possible lover. “I understand if you do.”

“What?” You mumble and narrow your eyes. Lucy Gray looked away from you, not wanting to get too teary eyed when she spoke.

“I… I want you to reconsider. Please,” Lucy Gray said, stammering slightly. “I know I’m your friend but I’ve been in love with you for a long while. And if you truly love Coriolanus, I can understand but know there will always be a place in my heart for you.”

It was only seconds after Lucy Gray had spoken that your hands held the soft flesh of Lucy Gray’s face, keeping her close as her lips pressed against yours. She almost instinctively pulled away before realizing who was kissing her. You!

She had only dreamed of how soft your lips were when you got her attention, each time you smiled and spoke she wished she could touch your lips. She was now and couldn’t believe it was real life. Her hands had gone to your clothes, holding on tightly as she kept her eyes closed almost as tightly as your grasp.

You didn’t pull away for what felt like hours, keeping her to your body out of -what could only be described as- desperation. Your and Lucy Gray’s breathing had grown quick with what she thought was proven adoration. It didn’t matter if you both stopped in a couple seconds and went inside, she would just hope you would give her more kisses later in time. But you didn’t pull away now and whatever you had planned for the night with her didn’t matter, as long as you held her in your arms.

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This post was requested anonymously. The person asked for a Coriolanus Snow x reader fluff fic where they're at the lake in District Twelve. To whoever requested this, you know who you are.

Coriolanus Snow x Gender neutral! Reader (fluff, romantic)

Summary: Romantic headcanons of Coriolanus and Reader spending time at the lake when they visit with the Covey.

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It's a very big day, not only for the Covey but also for Coriolanus. You get to take him to the lake you told him about and also because he gets to be around you, one on one.

He can't remember the last time he was an alone while being a peacekeeper. So, when the opportunity arises to be with someone, he has a thing for and far from District Twelve, he jumps at the idea.

But that doesn't mean he likes the walk to the lake. An entire two hours of walking and dealing with bugs? He questions it not even halfway through.

Finally getting to the lake was the best part, finally reaching your destination after dealing with the heat and everything he doesn't particularly like.

Coriolanus probably can't swim, be prepared to get him before he drowns.

Nonetheless, he does enjoy swimming (if you can call what he does swimming) with you and the Covey. The coldness of the water calming him as he swims with you, pulling you close to hold you in the water.

After swimming for a bit, he'll lie with you in the shade, your head lying in his lap.

Coriolanus would take as many opportunities as possible to kiss you, being around the other peacekeepers, rarely alone, and being with you for once in a long while has its tolls.

Having you in his arms has it's up, not only because you're very attractive. He'd hold you close enough to smell the lake water that had dried on your skin.

Of course, Coriolanus is still a possessive person, so kissing is done where no one else is present or where he knows no one will know.

It's preferably in the woods or a bit farther from the cabin, where the rest of the Covey cannot see.

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So sorry this took so long!!

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Frozen Over Pt. 5

Content Warning: Insinuation of sex, bruises, alcohol, hallucinogenic cigarettes, partying like how fiction makes college parties seem.

A/n: Tell me why there’s a twinge chemistry between Haymitch and Reader? I fr didn’t have to do that and why did I do that??

You woke up hours later, full moon lighting up your room. All of the house was peaceful. No one was due back til late that evening. You looked to the clock, its face illuminated read a quarter past two, there was no reason for you to be awake. You rolled over, expecting him to be there: he wasn’t.

You felt the bed where he should’ve been, it was long cold.

You sat up, letting the covers fall from your chest. “Finnick?” You called out into the room. Wrapping yourself in the blanket to cover you, you walked to your adjoining bathroom, you knocked on the door. There was no answer. You opened it anyway, there was no one.

You looked at yourself in the huge mirrored wall. Faint bruises were blooming on your neck. You let the blanket drop slightly, holding it at your hips where hand prints also blossomed. He painted you with acts love but yet he was gone.

You couldn’t help but force out a laugh: He really took you for a loop this go around. That son of a bitch.

Despite the mild anger, you felt your heart aching. He could’ve stayed. He wasn’t due to leave til the afternoon, your grandfather was busy with getting everything set up and your sister had gone back to your mothers for a visit.

It was just you and him in this house.

With great shame, you picked your clothes off the floor and put them back on also dressing your self in your robe for comfort. You then exited your room, moonlight following down the hall way.

You walked yourself to the window sill, a lump coming to your throat. He didn’t love you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to cry.

You had carved out your heart and served it to him. He knew he was your first love and he lied.

Rage filled you as you turned and ran back to your room, flinging the door open and marching to your closet. You walked back into it and pushed aside several hangers of clothes.

You yanked the painting of him from the wall and ran out of the room with it. You went into the fireplace that your family lit the fire during a Hunger Games and put it out after it was over.

You took one last look at the painting. Anger took hold of you as you took hold of a fire poker from the rack and stabbed it through the canvas, directly into the painted Finnick’s heart.

You then snapped the wood framing and threw the entire thing into the fireplace. As you watched it burn, you could almost imagine him in the flames, a small figure of him appeared in the flames and you watched him intently, he seemed to be contorting with pain which brought little solace for your own agony.

Dying. Burning. Suffering.

Snow noticed a difference in you the second he laid eyes on you. You seemed colder, not much boyish charm or affection came from you. He smiled at this revelation. Yet a part of him kinda hurt for you, he cared about you deep down in his heart. Snow was not oblivious to the rage and sadness that comes from a lost love. It hurt to see you lounge about as if the life was drained from you. All of what made you your own self was slipping:

You were becoming a spiteful creature and he knew it. He didn’t hate it.

Every time someone mentioned the games, you got a highly irritated look on your face.

Had people seen your face during the Cesar Flickerman interview, they would have half expected the screen to spontaneously combust. You abruptly stood up, tempted to leave the room but something stopped you.

His words.

You turned back to the screen. Had you been just a twinge colder, frost would’ve weaved across the window panes you stood by.

With artic chill, You were stared into Finnick’s eyes. There was a sadness to them. Then you heard the words, he meant it but there was something else. Every other tributes words began to click.

They want out of the games.

You welled up with tears. What were you doing?

There was nothing you could do.

It all began to hit you. How helpless you were. How pointless it all was.

You had been nothing but a replacement for President Snow. You were nothing. How could you ever look Finnick in the eyes again? Would you ever look him in the eyes again?

You began to cry so hard that you started choking on your tears and you were grabbing at your chest, feeling as if your heart was shattering and your lungs were collapsing.

You were a pawn, not a knight.

Then it came to you like peace comes after war. You had to do something.

You walked in like you owned the place, knowing exactly who to find. You strode with confidence through the party hall, many people glancing at you, enjoying your new found energy. But god it was draining. Eventually you found him.

Haymitch Abernathy.

You sauntered over to him, “Mr. Abernathy, I need your help.”

He looked at you, sitting down the drink he was nursing. He wasn’t as drunk as the last few time you saw him.

“And what do I have the pleasure of helping you with?”

“I know vaguely of what you’re planning.” You sat down beside him and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Laugh like I told you a joke. Knowing that we are not supposed to really socialize with each other, we must assume we are being watched.”

He let out a hearty laugh and put his arm around you, moving to whisper in your ear, “What am I planning?”

You chuckled, he reached for his drink, you faced him, “You’re part of a rebellion. So is Finnick and I assume your tributes are too.”

He downed the drink and whispered to you, “I don’t kno-“

“Finnick.” you laughed out loud. You then narrowed your eyes and glared at him. “He mentioned it and I know him well. He wouldn’t mention something he had no interest in.”

Haymitch looked at you, trying to decide whether or not to trust you.

“If I didn’t agree with it,” you removed his arm from your shoulder and made a move to the unique cigarettes in the middle of the that tasted like different fruit flavors, “I would have told my grandfather already.”

As you lit a cigarette, you turned to a waiter who was walking by and took a glass from their tray, thanking them with a smile.

“I guess you would’ve.”

You drank a few sips from the glass straw before sitting it down, “You see, I was planning on not doing anything. Not one side or the other but then I realized that… this is wrong.” You took a deep inhale of the cigarette, the end glowing and sickly blue smoke floated from the end of it.

Haymitch nodded slowly, “Yeah, it is.” You grinned as the smoke seeped out of the corners of your mouth.

You slurped down the rest of the drink, a waiter already eyeing you for a refill. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“A deal?”

“One that is in your alls favor.” You tapped off the ashes of the end of your cigarette, “You see, I have a level of influence. I can get you what ever they could want or need in the Arena. Under one condition.”

“Which is?”

You took another drag from the cigarette before turning to Haymitch, the smoke that came from your mouth outlined him. “No matter what, even if your little canaries from the coal mines die, Finnick Odair will make it out alive. Or…” you grabbed him by the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him to you, “I scorch your rebellious districts myself.”

“You are not nearly as scary as you think you are,” he took the cigarette from you and took a hit of it for himself, “Your threat would be worthless if you weren’t a Snow.”

You took it back from him, taking a drag from it, internally noting that you didn’t scare this man. Typically, there was a slight fear in people who associated with you but here this blonde from twelve was: not even a worried look on his face.

“I appreciate the tenacity. Finnick is planned to get out so settle down.” He moved your hand from his shirt. “We should probably laugh, waiter is coming.”

Both of you began to laugh, holding onto each other like old friends. When the waiter came by, you noticed the pitcher of the electric pink cocktail, “Could you leave that here?” You smiled widely at them as they nodded, sitting it down.

As the waiter left, Haymitch looked mildly concerned. “Stressed?”

“Exceptionally.” You poured the refill into your glass.

“May I ask why?”

You chuckled, “I just- They say a child not embraced by the village will set it on fire to feel warmth.” You stared at the ember on the end of your cigarette,

“What about a child who’s been embraced but there was not a single degree of warmth from it? Am I so cold I can’t feel warmth from it all?”

Haymitch reached for the pitcher and poured himself one, “Well, son. I guess many would call that child a traitor but at the end of the day, it’s still a child. I don’t think you’re intentionally cold, I think you were always said you were or that you should be. They made you a cold child.”

A while had passed, you and Haymitch were genuinely laughing. As you got drunker; your tie left, you unbottoned some of your now untucked shirt and your hair that was once neatly styled was disheveled. You decided to get up on the table, “Ladies and Gentlemen! I am so happy to see you all! And guess what? I am so fucking drunk! You’ll never see me like this again!”

Cheers erupted from them, or loud concern, you didn’t know which. Suddenly, the night was turning into a good time.

You danced around like fool, spinning around and attempting to hop like a ballerina; formal dancing was the one skill you did not possess. But dances your grandfather would not approve of were your forte. Hallucinogenic colorful smoke was your rhythmic ribbon; pink, green, yellow and blue wisps wrapped around you like the leading hands of your dance partners.

Under the lights, you took shots from glasses that were held in-between the bosoms of ladies, gentlemen poured liquor like syrups on you that you licked or let them lick off and other guests knocked open champagne bottles while you let it fall upon you like a child playing in rain.

You finally understood why the capital never slept. All you needed was the right party.

The fact you had to be hauled home by Haymitch was shameful. The only thing more shameful was the state your grandfather found you in.

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Hey so I sincerely apologize for the person I'm requesting to write but can u do Coriolanus Snow x reader? ☠️ I know we hate him but damn does he look so good in the trailer that it made all the red flags colorblind to me 🙈😭 GSHEGDGDVSHS yeah I'm in my "I can fix him era" so can u please do one where he isn't really as shitty as he's supposed to be, thank you so much!!<33

I ❤️ evil twinks.

Coriolanus Snow x Gender neutral! Reader (romantic headcanons)

Coriolanus needs to know everything you do. No, it's not a positive trait but he makes you think it is. He's just trying to protect you!

He’s the type of bitch to read through someone's diary and act like he didn't

He would have made a good male wife if he hadn't been a mentor. A boring one at that but not a killer

Coriolanus will grow a partial liking to you if you give him food. You get him a whole rotisserie chicken and he is thanking you. As long as it isn't cabbage soup, he's chill with it

But the bad part about the last headcanon is that he takes it as a challenge. You shouldn't provide him with things! He's perfectly fine on his own (no tf he's not)!

Coriolanus plans all the dates. He likes the idea of planning out the small surprises, he likes that sense of control. He also likes the fact that he has enough money to go on fancy dates with you

His need for control travels into the relationship. It was very small at first. It starts with him getting annoyed at you for not telling him where you're going. And then it travels to hatred for your ex. It doesn't even matter how awful your ex was, Coriolanus will hate them more than you ever will

He will say it's because of how terrible your ex must have been but it's because someone else had you before he did.

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Not even joking, this took so long to make because when I thought of Coriolanus, nothing positive came to mind 💀

To anyone who doesn't read TBOSAS fanfics and knows how bad of a person Coriolanus is, I'm not condoning any of the stuff he does and I'm not trying to romanticize him as a person. I hate him as much as anyone else!!

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This was requested by @chloelight143!! They asked for Coriolanus Snow x Reader comfort fic

Coriolanus Snow x Gender neutral! Reader (comfort fic, romantic)

I find it funny whenever someone asks for a Coriolanus fanfic, especially fics like this. Like, why do you want to be comforted by a psycho?

Btw, the reader replaces Lucy Gray/Jessup. Anytime they are referenced they are both put together to keep this as neutral as possible

The sun had risen high into the sky, and the July heat pelted onto Coriolanus’ pale skin, his Academy uniform growing uncomfortable. The day had gone by slowly for him, the seconds ticked by at the speed of an hour. All he wanted to do was see you, was that something so harmful?

His mind had been jumbled for a while, since the delay with the arena bombings, and his mind was filled with horrific events, mainly nightmares. Nearly every night he would wake in a cold sweat from the memories. But the bombing had gotten the Capital involved in the investigation, leaving time to keep himself busy and hope for a stress-free time until the Games. Of course, that didn't always happen.

His shoes made a soft click as he walked through the zoo. There was no one there except peacekeepers, the surviving tributes, and himself. It unnerved him to no end thinking of how lonely they must have been, how hungry. The public was their main food source, it was undoubted that they needed to be fed. The idea of the tributes getting skinnier and skinnier as the nights went on from never being fed made him feel even more grateful for the disgusting broth he had to eat back home.

As Coriolanus’ mind trailed on and on about the hunger the tributes faced, he thought of you. His tribute starving in a cage, dead by the first night in that dirty arena. That was no place for you to die. It was embarrassing, even for him to think about. But your possible death was the last thing he needed on his mind.

Once the peacekeepers got the ‘go ahead’ from Dr. Gaul, he stepped into the monkey house, he was almost immediately hit with disgust. Though the feeling mixed with pity, he couldn't deny he felt nothing but disgust for the tributes. They sat with their backs turned to him, their bodies hunched and covered in bandages. They sat in small piles of thin hay, their bodies crumpled against the uncomfortable grass. Coriolanus grew worried if this was what happened to the other tributes, what happened to you? His mind raced with theories of the injuries you had sustained. Once he got to your cage, he tried calming himself. It wasn't professional for him to worry so much over.

Coriolanus looked away from them and eyed your enclosure, reaching his hand to hold the bars, which almost boiled under his fingertips. He scanned the chamber until he found you, lying in your pile of hay, much of it pulling up grass from around the enclosure. Your stiff body was partially covered in your/your district partner's coat. Coriolanus’ eyes lit up at the sight of you, of course, he couldn't tell if you were hurt badly or not but he was grateful you were here.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Coriolanus called to you in a soft tone. Your body stirred and sat upright. At the sight of him, your face lit up. You were quick to leave your makeshift bed and scamper to the bars. As you got closer, he fully took in your possible injuries. Your left eye has gotten cut from falling debris but everything else about you was fine.

“I wasn't expecting you to visit,” you smile and reach to hold the bars. Coriolanus nodded, he couldn't help grinning but it faltered from hesitation. He hoped you didn't notice his change as he kneeled.

“I just wanted to see you,” he answered slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I didn't bring any food, I’m sorry.”

You tried keeping your reaction minute but he could tell you were disappointed. You nod unhurriedly. “That's fine.”

Your dissatisfaction made Coriolanus pause, wondering how you really felt about this. You were starving, after all. He wouldn't blame you for crying about it, he might have judged you but he would understand. The idea of the unending starvation you and the others were going through brought along the idea of what they could eat. Maybe it was grass they pulled from the ground. If the peacekeepers weren't here twenty-four-seven, maybe they would have eaten each other. It wasn't something they were incapable of. People grew disgusting when hungry.

Coriolanus pushed the idea out of his mind. “I’m guessing time in here is a lot quieter,” he smiled again. You nod.

“Yeah, it gets kinda lonely. A lot of the other tributes don't talk to each other, especially the tributes without their district partner,” you mutter. You didn't look him in the eye as you spoke. He couldn't imagine the idea of watching the death of someone he cared for. He couldn't imagine it with Tigris, he couldn't imagine it with you.

Coriolanus gazed at you as you muttered the words. It wasn't far-fetched for tributes to gain a form of care for another, but they never bloomed into relationships that were familial or romantic. He hadn't seen all the Games but he knew the tributes rarely cared about relationships in the arena. He couldn't blame them, he wouldn't care if he was in their position. Thankfully, he never would be. Thankfully, he wasn't district.

“I’d imagine they’re mourning their district partner. It would be difficult talking to others and getting scared others would die too,” Coriolanus replied. He couldn't help but move his hand down on top of yours holding the bars. “I couldn't imagine what would happen to your family if you passed.” He desperately wanted to be vocal about how much it would have affected him too but he held his tongue.

You leaned your head against the bars, slowly nodding your head. “They would have been pretty sad,” you mutter. Your fingers intertwined with his, causing your hands to be pulled from the bars. “I’m grateful I have you, you're much kinder than other mentors.”

Warmth washed over Coriolanus’ face, not only from your hand but from your words. You were grateful for him. He knew for sure his face was red. He couldn't help but gaze down at your hand, your fingers cold against his. “I had a dream about you last night,” you say suddenly. The idea almost caught him off guard. Coriolanus rarely remembered his dreams, he couldn't imagine dreaming of another person and it not being odd.

“Oh?” He raised his brow and smiled. You possibly dreaming of him made him smile a little too wide. Coriolanus wondered if you noticed. “I hope it was a good dream.”

“It wasn't,” you state. Your expression was blank as you gazed at him. Coriolanus’ expression fell quickly but he was still willing to know what it was.

“What made it so bad?” Coriolanus moved his fingers along your cold ones, waiting for an answer.

You paused, taking in a breath before speaking again. “I don't remember much but I had imagined you had passed in the bombing, the same going for Lucy Gray/Jessup.” You pause again. “I know it sounds stupid but I would be so lonely without you visiting. I do love Lucy Gray’s/Jessup’s company but I like yours too.”

Coriolanus couldn't help but give a slightly confused look. Did you cherish his company that much? He did like you and your entirety but he thought you viewed him as only a mentor. He apparently was wrong.

“I’m still here and alive. You don't have to worry about it,” he smiled reassuringly. You gaze at him with a saddened look but nod. Your somber look made him more confused. He was here, holding your hand, going out of his way to visit you. He was here with you.

“I know, I’m very grateful for that. I'm glad you're alive.” You reach for his other hand, wanting to feel his skin against yours. Your expression grew sadder as you peer up at him. At some point, he thought you were on the verge of tears.

Coriolanus observed you closely, hoping to understand your quickly changing emotions.

“I’m gonna miss you, Coriolanus,” you took a shakey breath and tightened your grasp on his hand. “I’ll try my best to win, I promise you that.”

Coriolanus nodded at your words, his hand tightening around yours. “You’ll win,” he remarked, as though it was factual.

He would make sure you win. Nothing seemed to keep him going past that. Your victory wouldn't benefit you in the slightest in District Twelve or the Capital but it would help him, that was what mattered.

“You seem sure about that idea,” you mutter. Gazing at him, his face was soft, taking in your saddened features. “You know I’ll win?”

“Yes, I do,” Coriolanus stated, nodding his head. “I’ll keep you safe and you’ll come out a victor.” He said those words like they were factual but they weren't. He couldn't guarantee your victory but he hoped you thought he could.

“Promise?” You hesitantly asked. You must have hesitated out of embarrassment, at least he would have if he asked something like that.

“I promise. I promise to take care of you and ensure you’ll go home at the end of all this,” Coriolanus nodded and took your hand fully into his.

Tears formed in your eyes as he spoke, at least someone in the Capital cared for you. You squeeze his hand a bit firmly yet don't try to hide your tearful eyes. “I hope I won't just be a tribute to you. I don't want to be gone with the wind as quickly as I had come.”

Coriolanus tilted his head at your words. He knew what you meant but the way you said it was odd to him. “I won't. I do care about you, I truly do,” Coriolanus tried leaning closer, hoping the proximity would comfort you to an extent.

“I care about you too,” you murmur and lean your head against the bars. “You’ll root for me.” The way you said those words was like stating a fact. Coriolanus would, it was just how confident you were.

He gazed at you silently for several seconds, watching your tears roll down your face. Lifting his hand, his thumb wiped the tears from your face. “I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you and to keep you safe. There's nothing in this world I won't do to keep you alive.”

You sniffled and gazed at him. Coriolanus couldn't help but admire you. You were radiant, even when you cried. “I’ll get you home to your family, friends, or whoever is waiting for you in District Twelve. No matter what.” He said again, almost a mantra of promises he didn't know if he could keep.

The soft yet comforting calm was ended by the sudden feeling of your lips on his. The impulsive affection drew him in, causing him to press as much into the kiss as he could. Coriolanus’ hand trailed from your cheek to the back of your head, desperately wanting to keep you with him.

As you kissed Coriolanus, he almost tried bringing you closer but the bars stopped him. It annoyed him for a millisecond but it was washed away by the pleasantries of your lips on his.

At the sound of nearing footsteps, you pull away again. Coriolanus was silently disappointed by the feeling of your lips away from his, wanting more from you. But he couldn't tell if he wanted just a kiss. The sound of footsteps getting closer caused him to turn to the sound and was met with the sight of a peacekeeper.

“You aren't allowed to get all touchy with the tributes,” commented the officer, grabbing Coriolanus’ shoulder harshly. He was pulled from you, your hand slipping from his. You reached for him, watching as he was pulled away.

Coriolanus finally started to walk normally as he left the monkey house. He tried fixing himself, hoping not many others had seen his intimate moment with you. But he couldn't deny it was a lovely feeling. Walking down the dark road, his mind was full of ways he would greet you next…

… Maybe a kiss was the easiest ‘hello’ now.

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Thank you so much for waiting! I am so sorry I haven't finished this earlier but I’ve been caught up in school and have been very busy. I hope you enjoy it.

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My Tbosas fanfic masterlist!!

My requests are open!!!

Of course, my request list/rules:

Request rules and list

Coriolanus Snow:

Romantic headcanons with Gender neutral reader

Coriolanus comforts gender neutral reader who is a tribute

Crush headcanon with Plinth! Female reader

Coriolanus looking through District Twelve for female! reader

Spending time with gender neutral! reader at the lake near District Twelve

Hurt comfort headcanons with male! Victor! Reader

Fluff to hurt/comfort headcanons with male! Reader

Lucy Gray:

Comfort fic in the arena with gender neutral reader

Romantic headcanons with female reader

Romantic poly headcanons with shy! Gender neutral! reader (ft. Billy Taupe)

Romantic headcanons of Lucy Gray exploring the woods with female! reader

If you were a boy - Lucy Gray x Fem! Reader fic

I'll hide you in my poetry - Lucy Gray x Fem! Covey Member! Reader headcanon & small oneshot

Sejanus:

Basic romantic headcanon with female reader

Female reader comforts Sejanus while he's in District Twelve

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Snow! Reader romantic headcanons

Gender neutral reader angst with Sejanus after he's caught

Making peace with my inevitable death - Sejanus Plinth x fem! Reader romantic oneshot

Billy Taupe:

Romantic poly headcanons with shy! Gender neutral! reader (ft. Lucy Gray)

Mayfair:

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Jessup:

Jessup Diggs x Fem! Affectionate! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Reaper:

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Jessup Diggs x Fem! Affectionate! Reader x Reaper Ash separate romantic headcanons

Basic romantic headcanons with gender neutral! reader

Fluff headcanons at a party with gender neutral! victor! reader

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? - Reaper Ash x Fem! Crush Reader romantic crush headcanons

Dill:

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Coral:

Coral x Gender neutral! Reader romantic headcanons

Intermixed romantic headcanons with gender neutral! Reader within District Four and in the arena

Mizzen:

Platonic headcanons with Male! Reader

Treech:

Romantic headcanons with friendly! Gender neutral! Reader

Won't you stay with me, my darling? - Treech x Fem! Tribute! Reader romantic hurt comfort fic

How pretty it is, I think I'm in love - Treech/Tanner x gn! Reader separate romantic headcanons

Lamina

Romantic headcanons with friendly! Gender neutral! Reader

Clemensia:

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Tigris:

Basic romantic headcanons with female! reader

Dr. Gaul:

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Brandy

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Tanner

How pretty it is, I think I'm in love - Treech/Tanner x gn! Reader separate romantic headcanons

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This is all at the moment, there will be more added later when I get through the eight requests I have going already!!

Thank you all for your support, it's been very fun writing for this fandom!!