#snow!reader

[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?

[hellisagemini]

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[poltoreveur]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[winnysplayground]

“he’s so babygirl”

babe he just killed somebody.

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[cherrygirlfriend]

when funkyfrogbait said “how many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.”

i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldn’t write what they wanted. it’s for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.

[captain-lessship]

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.

————

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.

[realangelahernandez]

I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[poltoreveur]

“He’s a villain! You only like him because he’s hot.”

Okay and?

[winnysplayground]

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.