#snowbaird prompt drop off

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[burntblueberrywaffles]

Ok, so as I just created a Snowbaird prompt drop off, I'll be writing out some of the AUs ideas we came up with in the Snowbaird and Bread discord server! (If you'd like to join the server just send me a DMs and I'll provide an invite <3)

Starting off with:

the Hanahaki disease AU:

As per Canon, Coriolanus leaves the woods of 12 and makes his way back to the Capitol. But he starts coughing up flowers. Learning that the cause is Hanahaki disease, he sets out to find Lucy Gray, hoping to win her back and escape his impending doom - unfortunately for him, she isn’t so keen on forgiving him and trusting him again. Despite Coriolanus trying to hide it, she ends up learning of his condition, and is left feeling betrayed, thinking he only cares about saving himself, yet conflicted because the thought of him dying as in pain upsets her. As his condition deteriorates, he accepts his death- he sends Lucy Gray home, gives her enough money to support the Covey (possibly takes cares of the mayor problem as well); hoping this way she’ll at least have a good life after he’s gone - and it’s by being selfless that he finally wins her back. (Some elements can be changed but that is the outline we came up with!)

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[nocteacakes]

Snowbaird, 562 words, nsfw

(based off of the "Perfect" prompt from snowbairdprompt on Twitter)

Wrote some indulgent "fucking as healing" — this is a post-book AU where Lucy Gray stays in the Capitol and Coryo isn't caught. Lucy Gray has been getting weaker and weaker and they don't know why...

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“Is this okay? Are you sure?” He’s asking even as he slides her skirt down her legs. His hands are shaking — with anticipation, with nervousness. He tears his eyes away from her golden thighs to watch her face and stare carefully into her eyes.

“Yes, Coriolanus, yes.” Her voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper. She’s gotten so weak. But his girl knows what she wants and he's going to do his best to give it to her. He reaches for her underwear and finds it sticky and damp.

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He slides into her torturously slow, inch by inch as he gauges her expression carefully. She’s wincing as if in pain, and he would stop except she’s told him to keep going. And secretly he doesn't know if he could bring himself to stop.

“You’re perfect Lucy Gray; oh my god you’re perfect.” She’s hot and impossibly tight, and Coriolanus almost comes just from slowly pushing into her. The sensation is unlike anything he’s ever felt. He sheathes himself fully inside her and breathes out slowly, closes his eyes in abject bliss. He could be told that he’s been given a full ride to the University and all their debts have been cleared and that still wouldn't top the sheer pleasure he's feeling being inside Lucy Gray right now.

“I love you.” He blurts it out. What is he saying? He stares at Lucy Gray in shock and sees his disbelief mirrored back at him in her expression.

“My mama always told me you can't trust a cat when it’s being given belly rubs,” she says with a soft smile. Her eyes are unfocused; she’s staring at some point in the air between them. Acknowledging what he said, but not reciprocating.

That’s fine. That’s perfectly fine.

He won’t think about it.

“I’ll make this good for you Lucy Gray, I’ll make you feel so good.” He withdraws a little and pushes back in, and Lucy Gray lets out a whimper.

“It’ll feel so amazing; I promise, baby.” And he’s kissing her hard, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and grinding against her each time he thrusts back inside. Sweat beads all down his back and shoulders and drips onto Lucy Gray, thin trails of moisture travelling over her tiny pert breasts.

She’s moaning into his mouth, thin arms loose around his neck and it spurs him to pick up his pace.

He shoves her up the bed with the force of his thrusts, the thin mattress springs creaking in protest.

“More, Coryo, keep going.” She's panting next to his ear and their combined slick and sweat is making obscene sounds as he pumps into her.

She’s taking everything he's giving her and she’s asking for more. Coriolanus obliges as best he can, fairly pounding into her now, sucking on her neck and tweaking her nipples. He can't stop. He can't stop.

Lucy Gray comes with a shriek and a shudder all down her body. Coriolanus isn't prepared for the pressure of her tightening around him and comes right after her with a drawn out groan. His pelvis won't stop twitching; he grinds and slams into her dripping pussy, every last drop squeezed out of him.

They’re both panting hard, and Coryo searches for her mouth with his own, tongue sloppy against hers.

She’s his girl now in every meaning of the word.

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A/N: I wrote this in like a fever haze gremlin mode, so unfortunately it's present tense sigh. Anyway just wanted to write some unabashed snowbaird smut. There's a backstory to this (because I literally cannot leave things alone) but I don't think I'll write more in this AU

[backtothestart02]

In the Woods Where I Found You - 1/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: My first attempt at a snowbaird fic. Borrowed a prompt from a stash on ao3. Taking my own little spin on it. Here's hoping it doesn't suck.

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Summary: Canon Divergent - After firing a shot at Lucy Gray and finding her alive and without memory of him, Coriolanus makes a choice that will alter their future for as long as those memories stay hidden.

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Chapter 1 -

The thud and gasp that followed Lucy Gray falling froze Coryo where he stood rooted to the spot.

Had he done it? Had he killed her?

She tried to kill you first.

He adjusted the gun in his grasp and slowly made his way to where she had fallen, intent on finishing the job if necessary. Now that she was no longer on his side, no longer linked to him, no longer loved him, no longer trusted him, she was a liability, and one he needed to get rid of if he were ever to be free.

If he were to ever return home and restore his family and family name. Which was all he’d wished for long before he met Lucy Gray.

But something happened when he approached Lucy Gray’s body. It was still, un-moving. But dead?

He kicked at her foot lightly, still gripping his gun. There was no sound. He lowered his weapon and himself, crouched low to the ground and turned her over, noticing for the first time the large rock that she’d fallen onto.

She bled.

It wasn’t a deep cut and could easily be cleaned and bandaged up in the cabin, if he was in the mind to do such a thing. He searched her body for a bullet wound, but there was none. He’d missed.

She’d likely tripped after the sound of the gun went off and went down, then blacked out after her face took a beating from the rock.

Finish the job echoed in his mind over and over, just as it had on all previous of his kills, on every bad decision he’d ever made in his life, pushing him towards it, egging him on until he’d achieved the task.

But seeing the act for what it was and being able to look at his options, no longer consumed by the fight-or-flight, predator-vs-prey emotions, he could see the beauty in what he’d almost destroyed.

He sighed and dropped his gun.

“Why didn’t you just answer me, Lucy Gray?” he whispered. “We could’ve…talked it out.”

But would she have left anyway? Scared of him and the killer he’d become? He never would’ve hurt her.

But you did, or were trying to. You were trying to kill her. Your Lucy Gray.

Guilt consumed him, and shame.

He brushed aside a mangled blood-stained lock that had drifted into her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then, without thinking or noticing anything else other than the fact that she was just faintly breathing, he lifted her up in his arms, snatching up the gun next, so as not to leave the evidence where anyone could find it, and carried them both back to the cabin.

As soon as the door closed, the rain started again, but this time it poured. Coryo put the gun under the floorboards where he’d first found it. He’d bury it in the lake when the rain stopped, and when he was sure Lucy Gray wouldn’t run away on him.

Meanwhile, he tended to her wound, dabbing at it with a warm, wet cloth and hearing her moan softly as he did. She was waking up. Her eyes fluttered open just as he had finished bandaging her wound with some supplies he’d found in the cabin. The cut would leave a mark, but it would fade with time. And there’d definitely be no killing her now, not after he saved her life and treated the cause of her cut.

They’d have to talk. He’d tell her about that third kill, about Sejanus, about how he’d set him up and then come to regret it, but it’d been too late to change anything then. His only dilemma would be preventing her from running off when he did it. He had to make her see, make her understand. He’d only been trying to follow the rules. He didn’t think ahead to the consequences. And now he only wanted her, only had her, his dream to restore his family in the capitol a faint thought in comparison, even if he did manage to bury the gun.

He couldn’t go on if Lucy Gray didn’t want to be with him or couldn’t look him in the eye or was dead. He’d turn into a monster.

But you almost kill-

He blocked out the noise, that haunting echoing voice.

He watched Lucy Gray as she shifted on the couch and opened her eyes completely.

“Where am I?” she asked, looking around with confusion.

“At the cabin,” he said, approaching her as she reached up and felt at the bandage on her forehead. “You took a pretty bad fall, but I tended to it, no worries. You’ll just have a bit of a scar.”

He crouched down so they were nearly eye-to-eye. There was confusion in her eyes still.

“Are you alright? How do you feel?” He reached for her arm that appeared to be trembling, and she tensed just before he got to it, letting his hand fall to his side.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, not wanting the answer but needing to ask.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said bluntly, then licked her dried lips. “I thank you for helping me,” she continued before he could interject with a building rage of how she could pretend not to know him. “Maybe you could tell me your name?”

“You really don’t know,” he said, awestruck and horrified, but belatedly seeing this as an opportunity.

She shook her head.

“Do you know your name?”

“I assume it’s the Lucy Gray you keep going on and on about.” She paused. “Heard that name a few times before I came to.”

He smiled faintly and nodded.

“I’m Coryo. Short for Coriolanus.”

“That name sounds mighty fancy. I’ll take the short one, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine with me.”

He smiled, and she smiled back, and it was if the horror in the woods hadn’t happened. He still loved her. He loved this her, the Lucy Gray that trusted him, was kind to him, didn’t fear him. This girl he could love with his whole heart till the end of his days.

But was it only a matter of time until she remembered and turned on him again?

Her grumbling tummy interrupted his dark thoughts.

“Hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“You’re in luck. I caught us some fish, cooked it too before the rain started up again. You want some?”

“That’d be great,” she said, inching up on the couch so she was sitting straight up.

Coryo reached for a knitted blanket and draped it over her lap. He was just about to get up to go get some of said fish for them when Lucy Gray took notice of the fine cloth sticking out of his pocket.

“What’s that?”

“Hmm?”

“That. In your…?” She let her sentence trail off.

His gaze whipped to hers, and he looked for any sign that she was pretending, that she wasn’t trying to jog his memory to when she’d tried to kill him in the woods, using the trap of his gift to her from his mother as bait.

But there was nothing but curiosity and confusion in Lucy Gray’s eyes.

He pulled it free and showed it to her. It was dirty from being on the ground, but you could still tell it was made of a fine quality.

“It was my mother’s.”

“You take it everywhere you go?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

And he thought about telling her he gave it to her, because he’d been in love and wanted her to have it. And that she’d sworn to take good care of it before she concealed a snake inside it. But he didn’t want that truth out in the open, not yet. It was too horrible to be real.

So instead, he nodded.

“It reminds me of her.”

She smiled faintly, and he turned away to retrieve the fish, burying the dark memories as deep back as he could. If Lucy Gray no longer shared them, then he would do his damndest to forget them too.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Another prompt for the Snowbaird prompt drop off!

This one is pretty short bc I feel like it is self explanatory but:

Pretty Woman Snowbaird AU!

LIKE!! DO YOU SEE THE VISION??? 🤌🤌

Idea came thanks to @crazyexshiper hehehe

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[burntblueberrywaffles]

Hello Snowbaird fam! I just created a prompt drop off on ao3!

If you have any Snowbaird prompts idea you want to share, you can submit them there and they will be availables for authors to use!

for more information on how prompt meme collections work, here is the ao3 page!

[burntblueberrywaffles]

I haven’t been posting any prompts at all bc I keep forgetting sorry BUT I am back with another one!

Soulmate AU: the first words your soulmate tells you is written on your skin

Lucy gray grew up with the words "Welcome to the Capitol" written on her skin; she didn’t think fate would come true in the worst way possible

Meanwhile, Coriolanus has the words "when I was a baby my mama used to bathe me in buttermilk and rose petals"

As usual here’s the link to the prompts drop off for anyone interested in writing something based off of one of the prompts/submit one!

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Snowbaird Prompt: District 12 pregnancy AU

Lucy Gray and Coriolanus have sex somewhere before the games (perhaps when they were left to prepare for her interview) - she gets pregnant and realizes it before the Hob reunion (in the interim when Coryo was not allowed to go on leave yet) - what happens next and how the canon divergence will affect the plot is up to the author!

Feat Blue going insane in real time while thinking of this:

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I have an idea for the other direction too :]

Coryo finds the guns, and the second he does Lucy Gray feels a sort of deep discomfort/scratchy feeling and takes it as a gut feeling to run

She leaves to “get katnis” and Coryo goes to get rid of the guns, forest scene ensues

A few days later, Lucy Gray is out traveling through the forest, when she starts coughing up petals

She’s heard of the disease in a ballad her mama once sang to her and knows she could be done if she doesn’t take care of it soon

Buuuut LG is stubborn so she doesn’t go back to Coryo and continues traveling while the condition gets worse

She also realizes that the second he found those guns and knew he could go back home and regain power Coriolanus stopped loving her — or at least loved something else more

The ending can go either way with her dying alone in the woods or seeking out Coryo out of desperation :]

God I love Snowbaird angst

Ok, so as I just created a Snowbaird prompt drop off, I'll be writing out some of the AUs ideas we came up with in the Snowbaird and Bread discord server! (If you'd like to join the server just send me a DMs and I'll provide an invite <3)

Starting off with:

the Hanahaki disease AU:

As per Canon, Coriolanus leaves the woods of 12 and makes his way back to the Capitol. But he starts coughing up flowers. Learning that the cause is Hanahaki disease, he sets out to find Lucy Gray, hoping to win her back and escape his impending doom - unfortunately for him, she isn’t so keen on forgiving him and trusting him again. Despite Coriolanus trying to hide it, she ends up learning of his condition, and is left feeling betrayed, thinking he only cares about saving himself, yet conflicted because the thought of him dying as in pain upsets her. As his condition deteriorates, he accepts his death- he sends Lucy Gray home, gives her enough money to support the Covey (possibly takes cares of the mayor problem as well); hoping this way she’ll at least have a good life after he’s gone - and it’s by being selfless that he finally wins her back. (Some elements can be changed but that is the outline we came up with!)

Find the prompt drop off here: