SOUTH PARK
๐๐๐: ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐/๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ย +ย Drabbles - Kenny x Fem!reader
Kennyย withย aย latinaย readerย thatย canย cookย anddanceย likeย aย God - Kenny x Fem!reader
Kennyย withย a latinaย reader onย herย quinceanera - Kenny x Fem!reader
KennywithaPoorReader- Kenny x Fem!reader
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Kenny with a Twin Sister
"I only have eyes for the King"
"I only have eyes for the king" part two
headcannons spending christmas with coriolanus
A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3
A/N: I did both, lmao. Merry Christmas pookies. <3
WARNING: None, just pure fluff, wait...some nsfw???
PAIRING: Coriolanus x reader
WORD COUNTER: 654
โง Imagine spending Christmas with Coriolanus snow. The tree would of course be all his, he would always pick out all the decorations, the star, ornaments, and no light because it gives the tree a tacky appeal.
โง The color would be of course red, white, and gold. You tried to add some colors for the holiday appeal but it was always struck down, even if you begged him to. The enormous tree, with a red and gold lining of the tree skirt underneath it, and ornaments hanging on the tree, coordinately arranging it in order and a sparkling golden star on top, perfectly bringing in the elements of the evergreen tree.
โง Though you didn't get to touch the tree, you didn't mind, you knew he knew what was doing, and the tree looked great. "It's perfect," you said, smiling at him. Looking up at the beautiful tree.
โง You loved Christmas, saving recipes for Christmas for special desserts you wanted to surprise Coriolanus with. You were busy in the kitchen, making some gingerbread walls, putting the dough onto the baking tray, and loading it into the oven. Arranging the edible decoration of candy to decorate, you made sure to attentively make sure the small candies matched the ones of the tree. Red, gold and already made white. You hoped Coriolanus would like it, and you baked some cookies on the side for him.
โง Christmas was something that shouldn't disappoint, it did come only once a year, and the biggest holiday of the season for most, setting the timer, as you took off the apron around your waist, being surprised by Coriolanus with his hands around your waist, his lips connecting with yours, bending yourself towards his kiss.
โง Spending Christmas with Coriolanus, he would always surprise you with a mistletoe with a steamy kiss, his hands around your waist.
โง Coriolanus would love to surprise you with big gifts, like diamond bracelets, necklaces, shoes, or expensive fabrics. Christmas day, he would just shower you with gifts, the maids and Butlers lining up to show you the special gifts he purchased. Your eyes glowing with delight, crossing your legs at looking the perfectly wrapped and ribbon tied gifts.
โง It wouldn't be Christmas without a Christmas dinner, all kinds of food, luxurious and delicious on the grand table, sitting horizontally away from Coriolanus, your eyes sparkling with awe, with the surprise he had given you. "Corio, is this all for me?" you questioned, as he nodded. Well, he had to treat the prize jewel of Panem to glorious things, and second to that the mother of offsprings.
โง You would of course have a gift for Coriolanus, a special one. One that you thought of with time and even asked his cousin, Tigris. Holding a special box hidden within a gift you wanted to surprise him like he did with you.
โง Soon giving the special gift to him, butterflies fluttering into your stomach, feeling your palms sweat, and an anxious feeling circling you. His slender finger opened up the red satin box, and his eyes widened at what was inside a bejeweled snow charm bracelet. "Do you like it...Corio" you asked hesitantly, "It's perfect," he said, taking out the jewelry, "You sure?" you questioned.
"Yes, it's wonderful" He smiled his eyes flickering at you, "I'll wear it, every single day" He looked at the sparkling jewelry on his wrist, "I'm glad..let me put it on for you" You smiled, getting up, inching towards him. Placing yourself on his lap, and delicately putting the piece of jewelry around his wrist, "Thank you darling" you place your hands on the side of your face, kissing him... his hands on your waist.
Before you withdrew, "Merry Christmas, Corio" you whispered..."Merry Christmas, my dove" he pushed the strands of your hair over your ear, his eyes staring at yours, as the crackling fire rang out.
Yes
i will NEVER stop writing for eddie munson.
POV: you called the slasher a munch.
n.o.t.e.s - the slashers reacting to you calling them a munch >3, I just wanted to write something and it's still February.
+ Drabbles
w.a.r.n - Ice spice fan (?)
w.c - 347
featuring - Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher.
โ He would be lowkey kinda confused about what a munch is.
โ Imagine him standing there menacingly, and you're literally crawling on your back, spitting profanities.
โ You called him a munch when you were running away from him, trying to at least distract him.
โ Probably scratched his head when he heard the word and cocked his head.
โ He would just stand there, looking at you confusedly.
โ This baby would be so confused when said it.
โ Cocked his head to the side, just standing there, breathing.
โ I just imagine him just muttering a little "what?".
โ He would just lower his knife cutely, so confused about what you said.
โ Probably would tell you to shut the hell up and stop the accusations.
โ I feel like Freddy would deadass know the meaning of it since he literally kills children, and teenagers have probably heard the term before.
โ His eyebrows just twitched as he just looked at you.
โ Probably mad and pissed, just makes him want to kill you more.
โ Similarly, like Freddy, stop the accusation and looks away from you with his face full of red.
โ He would probably be in disbelief. Probably play it off and ignores you for the whole day.
โ Your probably gonna be his first victim after you said, ๐
โ Imagine your running away from the killer and he just stabs you in the chest, and mutters: "I'm never eater, just a killer".
โ Stu would definitely, and I mean definitely prove how he munch and would say it proudly.
โ Would literally be confident, of this guy an eater just look at him ๐.
โ Imagine hanging out with him and the whole group, at the water fountain like in the scene from the movie. -And you called him a munch and he like "Are you telling me, that I eat you out so well"
โ And you're like just standing there blushing.
We love Barbie!
Picture this with Jason Grace. -
"I didn't know there was going to be a beauty here, If I knew I would have come faster," he saidย
I laughed at his comment,
"Well I'm glad you know now," I said
"What is your name, beaut," he said while holding my hand
"Y/N Windsor, my grace," you responded.
Heyy! Can you write something about Kenny with a latina\mexican s\o (preferably female or gn) that can dance and cook rlly well? Thanks! :)
๐นKenny with a latina reader that can cook and dance like a God
n.o.t.e.s - โ๏ธYour wish is my command.
w.a.r.n - ๐บNo warning, just Fluff <3
w.c. - 355
Kenny would adore you and everything you do; you are literally why Kenny is cultured.
Kenny's eyes would light up when you walked into the room; maybe it was because you cooked so freaking well or how you looked at him, like how can he even talk to a freaking goddess.
His eye would light up when he saw you cooking, and he would immediately fall in love with you several times.
โฟ Yk, in the cartoon, how they would start floating when they smell something good; that would be him.
Imagine him cooking with you; he would be so excited to be with you and definitely would be the best helper in the kitchen.
He would definitely help himself from eating some of the food while you guys were cooking.
I mean, how can Kenny not eat anything? Everything you make is making him hungry.
โฟ While you were preparing food, Kenny would just snack on some of the food you put aside; imagine turning your back and Kenny's cheeks stuffed full with all food, nothing left on the plate.
*** You would definitely be kinda a mom figure to him; you would be scolding him playfully for eating everything while he just had a guilty smile.
Kenny would definitely get most of his dance skills and his talent / He would love to dance with you.
Kenny would try his best to dance with you but would be embarrassed especially with your skills.
You would give him pointers when you teaching him how to dance better.
โฟ Imagine dancing with Kenny, and he spins you down and dips you down to give a little kiss on the lips; Kenny would have a smug smile on his face when you're flustered.
"Why are you so red, Y/N?~."
"S-shut up, Kenny"
You would probably be the highlight of his day.
โฟ Imagine this: while you're busy cooking something for you and Kenny, He would just arm his hand around your waist, pick up, and give you little kisses all over your neck and face.
Kenny would be obsessed with you and everything about you >3
part one: stop, youโre losing me || part two: in the trees, in the breeze
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ_ Coriolanus Snow had once a sweet girlfriend that helped him in his darkest days. Until he betrayed her and on the post-Hunger Games celebration, he gave her all the reasons to leave him. Not without causing her a breakdown that makes him regret everything.
๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ_ capitol ballerina!reader, soft!Coryo at the beginning, slight canon divergence, manipulation, sex implied, violence, reader has a mental breakdown that ends in tragedy, if you donโt want to read about mental health, beware!!!!!!
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐_ I had to split this into two parts. Next part will be slowburn, early politician!Coryo realising he married a half rebel woman and many many dramaaaa. Songs for this: Stop, youโre losing me and tรญrate lol.
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It wasnโt possible. But Coriolanus could swear that even days after, the smell of fresh paint was still lingering on the air of his penthouse. Maybe because the smell was actually gone since a week ago, but he refused to let go the memory of you and your face with splotches of paint.
On a bright winter morning, you appeared early with buckets of paint. Tigris insisted that none of the Snows could accept the offer, saying it was too much. The walls were full of humidity, paint falling by itself. You could see the sadness on Grandmaโam, she was a patriotic woman, but that didnโt stop her to miss the days before the war, where the penthouse was bright and full of life.
Through a peaceful argument, as Tigris insisted on not taking the buckets of paint, you had already opened one and with a big brush, you splashed a wall from the entrance. The new color was shiny on top of the old layer, and it brought a giant smile to the elder woman.
Coriolanus had so much fun, thinking his girlfriend was the best and listening to the old radio as both of you painted the whole place.
Now, the place was still a mess, but the bright olive-green walls made it better.
It had been a thing of destiny that you appeared on the second year of the Academy. You were a loner, always choosing to work on your own for projects. During lunch, you only had two girlfriends, and Coriolanus was able to see that you laughed so hard every time you were with them. He also learned you had a dark humor, making fun of everyone. Like the school staff, Arachne Crane, other classmates, even the president. He grew curious of you. And one random day, after only you and Coriolanus where the only people missing a partner, a teacher matched you two.
Some months later, you discovered about his financial situation. And Coriolanus had been so scared, thinking you would share the secret and ruin his life. But the next morning, you handed him half of your lunch, knowing he was starving, because at the time, the Academy didnโt offered lunch yet.
The act made Coriolanus Snow realize he could trust you. You met his cousin and grandmother, bringing a giant box full of pastries as a present for them.
Tigris was at the verge of tears and immediately thought you were the one for his little cousin.
Soon it became real. After you turned seventeen, he asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend.
โCORYO! ITโS ABOUT TO START! HURRY UP!โ Tigris shouted from the kitchen. He sighed, only to end up coughing.
โALMOST DONE!โ He shouted back. His wet hair making him shiver, rapidly wandering across his room to find his body lotion. Eucalyptus. Coriolanus used to hate the smell of eucalyptus. But he started liking the odor since you had a candle made of it in your room. A little after, you gifted him a lotion and perfume of eucalyptus.
Only that Coriolanus couldnโt smell since his nose was congested. He caught a flu, and while he was feeling better, he was still struggling to inhale and breathe properly.
โIF YOU ARE NOT HERE IN THE FOLLOWING FIVE MINUTES, IโM COMING TO GET YOU!โ Coriolanus giggled at his cousin threatening him. After putting on a warm sweater and some dressing pants, he came out of his room.
His family was already gathered in the living room, with the tv on. He turned to the dining table, looking at the bouquet of white and red roses, he smiled, hoping you would be happy to see them. Spring was around the corner, the firsts flowers from his grandmotherโs top garden had bloomed. At the same time, your first-year anniversary with the young Snow was coming.
The annual gala of arts had existed since the first days of Panem. With music, sculpture, paint, drama and dance performances. It used to be private, then the war happened, and it was suspended. And now, it had been five years since it started to be a show anyone with a tv could see.
Your father was the owner of production establishments of Panem, who happened to have married a famous dancer, also owner of the biggest dance company in the Capitol. No clue how you turned out to be a wonderful sight on stage.
And thatโs why Coriolanus was expected to come and see the tv. You were about to perform in the gala.
โWhoโs out now?โ He asked, sitting beside Tigris.
Grandmaโam was crocheting something pink and the whole place was cold as the North Pole.
โA girl from District 1.โ Before meeting you, Coriolanus had less than the slight knowledge on dance styles. He just knew it was mostly for women, with exorbitant gowns and shoes that seemed pretty. However, the girl on the screen was dancing with bare feet, along a man.
Some weeks after Coriolanus accepted he had feelings for you, he questioned if it was a good idea to join your motherโs dance company so that you would fall easily for him. It wasnโt necessary because you liked him as soon as he made you smile and laugh.
โOh Coryo! Sheโs next!โ Tigris said, taking his hand while looking nervously at the tv. Seconds later, you appeared, immediately Grandmaโam started to cheer and say out loud how beautiful you looked. Red and black dress with a ruffled tutu, your pink thighs and pointe shoes in a perfectly hidden ribbon. And a red flower with feathers and sequins in your head that had Tigris worried about. She made the headpiece for you. And she feared it would fall from your head. Coriolanus soothed her before coming back to smile like an idiot on the tv.
That was his girlfriend. He had literally pulled one of the most beautiful, if not the most perfect girl of Panem.
The music started and it was a delight for him. He always enjoyed classical music. And the one you danced along was a little faster and vivid than usual, making it impossible to keep any eye in any other place but you and your cocky smile.
Coriolanus knew you had an ego. And he loved to fuel it by saying how gorgeous you were all the time. So, he couldnโt wait for you to arrive on his door. Even when he pleaded you not to come, since he didnโt want to be a contagious asset for you. You hadnโt care, bringing some medicines, chicken broth soup and a lot of mint to help with his congestion the day before.
Thatโs why he felt even more empowered to keep going and win that prize. It was announced before the winter break and the holidays. He promised himself to win so he could become someone. Enough greater to make him worthy from having you. Because now at eighteen, he aspired to be in your life forever.
So, as you shined on that stage, spinning and standing on pointe, Coriolanus mentally repeated that he loved you. He said it occasionally to you, but most of the time he preferred saying it by holding your hand, kissing you and helping with your homework. Sometimes he wondered what true love was. If he was a capable of giving that to you. He wasnโt able to give you presents, only a tiny bouquet of flowers from his grandmaโam. He couldnโt take you out on dates to fancy restaurants, not even offering you to stay for dinner in his place. Your dates where on his old rooftop, your bedroom or patio. Unlike you, who came every Friday after school with food for the family. You constantly gifted little things, like perfumes, a new shirt, anything to make his life easier.
His smile only grows bigger as your performance is about to be over. He admires the way your body is able to be so flexible and consistent. He had also seen the pain behind looking like an elegant feather. Some afternoons when he visited your room, you were tired, soaking your feet in warm water to soothe the ache.
But for now, he treasures the image of your smile as you make some reverence, ending your presentation.
โOh dearโฆ She was perfect!โ Grandmaโam said happily, with the round of applause on the tv in the background.
โAnd the headpiece survived the whole time!โ Coriolanus rolled his eyes, smiling at his cousin.
As his family talked about your dress and the investments of your parents, the blonde boy returned to see the flower bouquet.
He really hoped you would love them, that you hadnโt turned bored of only receiving flowers from him.
One day, he would buy you expensive jewelry. He would give you the finest dinners and he would find the most beautiful house around the area for you. Only that way he would feel worthy of having you. Only that way he would find appropriate to call you his in all matters.
For now, he was just hanging there. Doing everything to win that prize. Giving you the least he had and shyly accepting all the things you provided him. Thatโs how he knew you truly loved him. You cared for his family and him. And Coriolanus swore nobody on earth would care that much for him like you.
Making it the main reason why he knew he had to rush it. He had to give you everything.
Not that you minded.
As you encouraged the family driver; Trevor, to take the route he considered most convenient to make it faster to your boyfriendโs place. You smile.
Oh, how you loved your boy.
You loved greeting him with a kiss on the lips followed by little pecks around. He giggled, probably believing you were so silly, but he would lean to kiss you so deeply again.
โWeโre almost there, missโ you nod, looking through the window.
โThank you, Trevor.โ
โShould I wait or send Roger to pick you up late?โ Roger was your fatherโs bodyguard. He was tasked to take care of you for his night shift sometimes. You liked Trevor better; he was a kind man of family. You had met his wife and beautiful daughters, sending them presents for their birthdays.
โNot sure yet. But you can go home and rest. Itโs Friday and you need to be with your family, Trevorโ he smiled, thinking how sweet you were. He cared a lot for you, almost like another daughter.
โYour mother wonโt be happy. She was already irritated that you left the gala so earlyโฆโ
โDonโt worry. Iโll figure it outโ with that being said, he parked outside of the building. Trevor handed you some bags, full of food, wood and other things. Then your ballet bag. Ready to leave. The whole day, after leaving the Academy, you were only lounging to finish with the gala to went straight to your manโs arms.
โIf anything, you call me. Alright?โ You smile nodding at the man.
โAlright.โ After a exchange of smiles, you wave him goodbye, and he disappears through the empty street.
It was a cloudy day, Lucky Flickerman said it was going to be a thunderstorm night at the Capitol. Gripping your coat tightly, you enter the building.
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The door suddenly is open, and Coriolanus hears your voice calling from the entrance.
โWhereโs everyone?โ Tigris volts out from the living room, hurrying to greet you.
โBut of course, we were watching you on the tv. Where else?โ You laugh, hugging the young woman.
Then Grandmaโam also joins to greet, saying you are gorgeous on stage.
โAnd whereโs my boy?โ You asked, wandering around. Coriolanus finally appears from the hallway with a smile. You could tell he had showered. His curls looked softer than ever.
He wants to laugh; you are still on thighs. With some black heels, and he can see a tutu under your coat.
Tigris and the elder woman decide to take the food to serve dinner, leaving you and your boyfriend alone. Both of you hear them saying how thankful they were to have food another week.
You open your arms, and he goes straight to hug you. Your hands cradle his face before standing on your tip toes to kiss him.
โHow are you feeling?โ He seemed to look and feel better. Apparently, the medicines worked.
โA lot betterโฆโ
โI missed you.โ He also did. If his health hadnโt been compromised, he wouldโve attended the gala with you.
โMe too. But you should have stayed home.โ It had been a rough week at the Academy, the rehearsals for the gala, acting as a nurse for your sick boyfriend.
โWe always spend Fridays together, silly.โ He doesnโt deserve you.
โYou were beautiful today. Althoughโฆ youโre always perfect.โ You blush, kissing his cheek before following him inside his penthouse.
The smell of mashed potatoes, the piece of ham you brought, and bread fill the place. It had been a little while since Coriolanus could only smell the boiled cabbage and hear his stomach painfully churning.
When you enter the room, you see the big bouquet of roses. You turn to see Coriolanus in disbelief, smiling.
โI hope you like themโ the jar is old, but it looks amazing with the perfectly accommodated flowers. Your fingers gently grasp the soft petals. You are so in love with him.
โI will never get tired of this. I love them!โ You turn around and Coriolanus sees your face full of adoration. You literally jump to kiss him. Always being received by the passionate yet slow and delicate of his kisses. One hand gently on your neck while the other rested on your cheek. Some strands of his blonde curls brushing against your forehead as your heels make it slightly even when it comes to height.
โLook at them. My future president of Panem and his First Lady.โ Tigris giggles at his grandmother, but smiles deeply, happy to see his little cousin in love. And extremely thankful that he found a warm and generous woman like you.
โLetโs just pray that they graduate for now, Grandmaโam.โ She adds grabbing the old porcelain plates they have to serve the food.
And itโs a thunder what startles you, squirming away from your boyfriend. He laughs, holding you closer again after seeing you got scared.
โItโs raining!โ Tigris announces from the kitchen.
โGuess youโll have to stay the night.โ His cheeky smile makes you gently push him. Your mother was going to be mad. But Tigris would intervene and say it was okay.
It wasnโt the first time you stayed though.
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There are at least six candles around the room. The temperature decreased significantly after dinner. The water you used to clean the dishes was almost freezing. And Coriolanus wanted to die out of embarrassment when you started heating water on the fireplace to take a shower.
You had said it was nothing and that you donโt mind. But still, he felt so wrong.
Now, he was seating against the head of his bed. Watching how you curated your swollen feet. You pinched some blisters with a needle that had carefully been burned with a match. And now, it was time to put some cream and finally wrap the area with bandages.
โDoes it hurt a lot?โ He asked.
โNot much. Iโm used to it nowโ you replied without looking at him. Still concentrated on your feet.
โIโm sorry about the water.โ You frown, finally turning to see him.
โWhy do you keep apologizing?โ He shrugs, slightly irritated.
โBecause I wish I could give you more and I canโt.โ he didnโt mean to sound so harsh, but he does. Your lips form a line, before crawling until you mere kneeling bedside him on the bed.
โI hate to see you doing things you donโt have the necessity to do so. I hate not being able to treat you like my girlfriend and more like friend. I want to give you the world and I canโt.โ
โCoriolanusโฆ Look at me.โ You take his hand, and with the other, you are tracing invisible line on his chin with your thumb. He looks at you, eyes slightly watered, making your heart swell for him.
โLife couldโve been so different, I couldโve been in your position, and you in mine.โ He closes his eyes, thinking about his terrible luck.
โYou charmed me before I knew everything about you. You know it, right?โ He nods, tilting his head just to feel more of your touch. In response, you are again grabbing his cheeks.
โYou have to let me help you now. Thatโs what couples do. They help each other. One day youโll be able to give me anything you want. But for now, I will give you anything just to not see you struggling. Nor your familyโ your forehead is brushing his, and he can only attempt to nod as you speak.
โAnd remember, my love. You already make me happy. Iโm already proud of you.โ He doesnโt cry, but heโs at the verge of. He just hides his face on your neck. And thereโs a wet spot on your skin, but you donโt say anything, you just tighten your embrace of him, smiling as you kiss his hair.
โI love you.โ He says and it surprises you. While you know he loves you, you are aware that heโs not used to say it very often.
โI love you too, Coryo.โ
He promises himself that he will do everything in his will to chase power. To change his faith and give you what you deserve.
The thunderstorm was powerful enough to scare you once in a while. As you were playing cards with Coriolanus, he took your hand every time you got startled. Tigris said goodnight and suggested to keep the door unlocked. Making you blush and Coriolanus too.
โIโm bored.โ You said, laying on your side, facing your boyfriend. He dropped his joint of card too, hand landing on your hip, caressing the skin.
โWhat do you want to do?โ You notice the way heโs touching you. Itโs slightly inappropriate and it makes you grin.
โYou are already suggesting somethingโ his eyes widened, embarrassment flooding him.
โIโm sorryโ you chuckle, noticing how shy and insecure he could be.
โDonโt you want to?โ Itโs your next move what almost makes him choke. You move forward, taking a sit on his lap.
โOf course I want to. Just not here.โ You roll your eyes, hands massaging his shoulders, making him groan in delight. Your cream nightgown had lifted, showing him your bare legs. The long sleeve felt so soft against his hands.
โAs long as youโre with me, I donโt mind where weโre doing it.โ Heโs unsure, but he can feel himself getting hard. Finally, after months of having only the company of his hand, he could claim you. He doesnโt love that itโs going to happen in his old bed, in his messed-up room. But you look so gorgeous with bare light from the candles. Now half naked showing him for the first time your naked body.
โAre you sure?โ He asks one last time, feeling a string of saliva connected between your lips and his. Itโs dirty, messy and extremely erotic to be the first time.
โBelieve me, nothing wakes up Tigris and Grandmaโam. Weโre safeโฆโ
โAlright. I trust you, Coryo.โ
โGood. Now get on your back and spread those legs for me.โ His possessive side would always surprise you. But you enjoyed it. And now, as the thunderstorm keeps going you let his possessive side dominate you.
โGod, I love you.โ You say as he makes you believe the rain falling outside were actually stars.
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โLook at the tragic lovers, already in pose for a war memorial portraitโ. You roll your eyes at Arachne. You hear Felix, Festus and even Clemmie laughing along other classmates. Coriolanus ignores her, taking your hand, reassuring you. The building was getting crowded. The Reaping was around the corner, but you were only praying for your boyfriend. Hoping to leave the place with the prize on his hands.
โCareful, Arachne. One day they might have a portrait in the parliament buildingโ Clemensia says giggling.
โHow? Because Coriolanus would be Panemโs president and y/n as First Lady? Allow me to laughโฆโ you can listen to her annoying voice. Something you always wished was a good friendship with your classmates. But it was difficult. Arachne was very competitive and judgmental; Festus was tedious along Felix. Persephone was extremely quiet; Livia was too naรฏve. Only Clemensia and Sejanus seemed to be genuine with you.
โWho knows?โ Sejanus spoke from the other side of rows, walking to seat beside Arachne and your boyfriend. You smiled at him, and he reciprocated it. Coriolanus was too lost on his thoughts to pay attention to the little argument. Until Sejanus tilted his head to whisper something to him.
โThere is no prize anymore.โ The blonde turns to look at him in confusion. But the ceremony has officially started. He feels you taking his hand in disguise. And itโs the only reason why he feels less nervous.
Until Dean Highbottom reveals the sudden changes, which makes your heart pound faster. And without a warning, the listing of tributes begins. You look away when you see the little girl named Wovey being focused on camera, the sadness and uneasy churn in your stomach hitting you by the end of District 11 tributes.
And finally, the songbird is paired with Coriolanus.
He sees the way you frown, cringed by her singing. Even when she had a wonderful voice, it was unexpected and certainly odd for some. Then, he sees you cover your mouth in disbelief when she curses on the microphone. Coriolanus canโt tell, but he assumes itโs gonna be a little difficult to deal with that girl. Seeing zero chances to win.
Then he realised the tributes were mentioned. The Reaping had finished.
Itโs over. Everyone has a tribute except for you. Dean Highbottom resumes the listing walking away, making you turn to see him, raising your hand immediately. Ready to ask questions.
โPut your hand down, Miss y/l/n. Itโs not a mistake the order of the listingโ you hear Dr. Gaul saying firmly. When you turn around, sheโs there, offering a cold yet deep look with her unmatched eye irises.
Slowly, your hand goes down, laying on your lap, slightly shaking.
โYour parents have been generous enough to become official sponsors of the games.โ Voices echo across the room, gossiping about the news. Even for you, this was a surprise.
Coriolanus looks at you but doesnโt say anything. He just wondered how much this would make your family richer.
โThe mentors have to make their tributes a spectacle. But your task is to make all of the 10th Hunger Games a massive spectacle. Propaganda, production and strategyโฆโ your face goes pale. But you dare to question it.
โIs this some type of punishment?โ Gaul laughs, offering a genuine smile later, her hands together, like she was comfortable on her spot.
โConsider this your admission test. You wonโt be fighting for the prize, but this would give you enough honors to automatically join the best branches of the Capitolโs University.โ Quietly, you nod under the curious look of your classmates. The look of Arachne full of envy, Clemensia confused, Sejanus doubting. And your dear Coriolanus, he was happy to be honest. You could easily make his tribute look presentable so he could win. He would get the prize, get into university, become a political figure if not president and finally give you anything he couldnโt before.
But for now, the ceremony is over. You say goodbye to your friends, and you walk with Coriolanus, he takes your hand and together leave the place.
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Your vision looks lost, but seemingly focused on the cracked floor. Coriolanus had been looking at you, he crossed his arms, but still nothing. Your heels were scattered, but you looked very comfortable at the edge of his bed.
โWhatโs on your mind, sweets?โ You feel the cushions sinking beside you, his palm goes to rub your back, taking you back to reality.
โI donโt want the weight of all those upcoming deaths on me. On making it an entertainmentโฆโ rarely you spoke about the games or politics with your boyfriend. Mostly it was about university, future plans, music, and random pieces of your lives.
โIt wonโt be your fault, y/n. This will prove to everyone in the Capitol how worthy you areโ he tries to soothe you.
โStill. While I do believe we deserve peace and to gain the respect the First Rebellion took from us, I do believe that putting some children to kill each other in the arena each year isnโt going to make a changeโ he sighed.
โThat little girlโฆโ he had seen the kid. But he grew indifferent to that, he was only focused on winning, and he was going to try to psyche you into the same.
โWhat terrifies you so much?โ He asks, finally making you look at him in the eye.
โI have a bad feeling, Coryo. Like everything is gonna go down badโ you admit. You couldnโt tell if it was the change, your new task or Lucy Gray Baird. You were avoiding being judgmental, but as soon as you saw what she did with that snake, your initial thought was that she was a problem.
โNone of that. You are making this Hunger Games unforgettable; Iโm winning the prize. And thatโs it, we will go to university together and make all those things weโve talked about. Thatโs all that matters, y/n. Right?โ Itโs inevitable, you know itโs some sort of manipulation.
He does it with good intentions, but you donโt like it.
โI will give my best to make this whole thing memorable. I will try to make your songbird win. But none of this will wash away the guilt.โ
Before the moment can get uncomfortable, Tigris enters the room. She smiles before standing against the little desk Coriolanus had.
โHow was it? Tell me everythingโ sheโs anxious to know everything, but for sure knows Coriolanus didnโt get the prize.
โWeโll give you the details in the table. But for now, Iโm mentoring the tribute from District 12. y/n is in charge of the game's propagandaโ her blonde brows furrow.
โThe girl who singed?โ Both of you nod. She sighs, crossing her arms.
โThis isnโt what was supposed to happenโฆโ Tigris adds. Again, you let yourself fall against the mattress, covering your face.
โMaking the gamesโ an spectacle. What were they thinking?โ Coriolanus exchanged looks with Tigris. She understood his look. Mentally telling him to give you some female soothing advice. She decided then to take seat too. You end up sandwiched between them.
Itโs her hand brushing some hairs away your neck and face. Tigris had always treated you like family. And thatโs why you felt more guilty. Because you wanted Coriolanus to win so badly, to help his family but you also thought about the tributes. About making their deaths some type of entertainment for everyone to watch.
โSounds unfair. A lot of things from the Capitol are wrong.โ You nod. When you see them, you are received by the cousins giving you soothing looks.
โI just want this to be overโฆโ
โItโll pass. Everything will go great. Youโre smart and very talented. And weโll help you in everything we canโ you have to give her a little hug.
โAnd Iโll help my boy too. That girl is going to be a problemโ Coriolanus rolls his eyes, thinking the same as you.
โSee? Letโs just be optimistic.โ Tigris stands up excitedly, later looking for something on her dress pocket.
โTigris. Iโm making dinner. Do not boil any more cabbageโ you giggle, and Coriolanus has to smile, admitting to himself that just by seeing you happy he felt better.
โNo. You donโt have to.โ
โPlease. Just let me go for some groceries.โ She nods shyly. Then she pulls out some little bag from the pocket.
โFine. But you are taking these from now onโฆโ she throws the bag and dissapears. When you look inside the bag, you take out a box of pills. Immediately your cheeks turn red.
โOh my godโ you hand the box to the boy.
โOhโฆโ theyโre birth control pills.
Soon both of you start laughing before you have to give him a kiss. Probably it was for the best because Coriolanus Snow never pulled out. And luckily you werenโt pregnant yet.
โIโll get the groceries from Trevorโ he nods, watching you walk away.
You briefly stop after seeing the picture on a frame. Of Coriolanus as a baby and his mother carrying him. Beside that picture, thereโs one you hadnโt seen before. Itโs you, from the gala of last year. You wore a red dress with pink ribbons and long gloves that matched the gown. You are smiling, not at the camera.
You were smiling at Coriolanus, who had insisted the photographer to take a picture of only you.
The feeling of happiness, bliss and peace hit you, making it impossible to leave your boyfriendโs room without a giant smile.
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Speaking out loud had never been your thing. You sucked for speeches, debates. Well, only to prepare for them. Your hands would shake, and your face would turn red. But at the moment to step into the highlight, you were wonderful.
And it was noticeable.
โHere I am with the lovely y/n y/l/n, whoโs in charge of directing the course of this games this year. Tell me y/n, was your idea to bring the tributes to the zoo?โ
โNo. To be honest, my directing journey officially starts as soon as the tributes are here. For now, Iโm not doing anythingโฆ Yet.โ Lucky Flickerman laughs.
โWellโฆ I believe this is going to be a heated road. Donโt you think so? OH-, forget about her opinion, no one cares. THE TRIBUTES ARE HERE!โ You turn behind to look. The vehicle opened its doors and the tributes fell. But you have to move away from the cameras after seeing a red uniform of the Academy. What the hell was Coriolanus doing there?
He doesnโt notice you yet. But you are able to see him talking with the girl. You see Lucy Gray Baird in person for the first time. Sheโs very pretty, short as you and her dress is very pretty. Thatโs not the problem though. You donโt like the way Coriolanus leans to whisper to her something, then he pulls the rose on his uniform and pins it behind her ear. Hearing Lucky Flickerman calling them, the couple holds hands, and they start answering questions.
Itโs just for the views. Itโs just to win that damn prize. Relaxโฆ You can trust him.
When Lucy Gray starts talking with a girl, Coriolanus spots you. You canโt decipher his look, but he knows for sure you arenโt pleased. Your hands making fists against the fabric on your wide dressing pants.
As soon as the cameras are gone, you go on a straight line towards him.
โWhat the hell are you doing here?โ He drops the songbirdโs hand, looking seriously taken aback.
โI told you I was meeting my tributeโ Lucy Gray looks intrigued by your sudden appearance. Your moles, orange makeup, heavy golden earrings and perfectly painted lips. Youโre perfect.
โThis is embarrassing. What are my parents going to think? This could get you into trouble, Coriolanusโ he sighs. Takes your hand through the giant cage but you whisk away, looking very angry.
โIโm sorry. This is justโฆ too much.โ He will talk to you later, he knows youโre head is spinning. Probably the rose and taking the songbirdโs hand wasnโt a good idea.
โThis is Lucy Grayโฆโ he introduces the girl. And you finally acknowledge her. You give her a fake smile, just trying to look calm and be polite. She only stares.
โNice to meet you. Iโm sorry this is the way were meetingโ she looks proud, like the fact that you look gorgeous, and she had just been thrown into an animal cage wasnโt humbling for her.
โArenโt you in charge of making this a good show? Like putting us here like we were some kind of animals?โ She must hate the Capitol. And it pisses you off the way sheโs talking to you. A hostile tone in disguise.
โIโm only working for this to get more views and get into Univeristy. Where etiquette and manners are taught with much emphasis. But Iโm not the one doing the rulesโ you respond colder, giving a little hint that Lucy Gray needed to be refined. After that, you proceed to ignore her again.
โI donโt know if Iโll be able to get your back with Highbottom if anything happensโ you whisper to the blonde, and before he can say anything you leave. You exchange some words with Flickerman and the camera production before leaving with them.
โIs that your girlfriend?โ Lucy Gray asks. Coriolanus turns to see her.
โThatโs my girlfriend.โ His confirmation slightly surprised the girl. You seemed veryโฆ Capitol. Like the perfect match for him.
โSheโs very pretty.โ He wants to chuckle, but he only nods. In his mind, he wasnโt sure if Lucy gray meant it or if she was just trying to be sarcastic. Either way he doesnโt care much.
Youโre perfect.
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In your room, only the gentle morning breeze can be heard. You look at the balcony, looking at the mountains that surrounded the Capitol. It was summer, soon after fall began, the white would cover the city.
Thereโs a knock on your door and when you turn to see who it is, there is your mother.
โHow did Coriolanus end up with the tributes?โ You look away, already feeling ashamed.
โI donโt know, mother. He was supposed to meet the tribute at the train station. I donโt know how he ended up thereโฆโ
โIt was aโฆ messy entrance. But he seemed to have charmed the cameras on his favor. Donโt you think so?โ Your mother liked your boyfriend, but sometimes she thought he had some secrets hidden, and that made you set some alarms. Probably because only, you knew about his financial problems.
โAs it was expected. How do you think I felt when everyone knew he is my boyfriend? It was embarrassing.โ She giggles, stepping inside of your room. Grabbing your perfectly ironed Academy uniform and accommodating the sleeves.
โI didnโt like the way heโฆ forced that interaction with the girl.โ You admit in a quiet tone.
โThey were holding hands. He tucked his rose on her ear.โ Your blood boils at the memory, making you groan in discontent.
โYes.โ You confirm to her.
โYouโre jealous. And you shouldnโt beโฆ Coriolanus loves you. Why would he even turn to look down at a dirty and disheveled girl from District 12? When he has you, a gorgeous and already successful young woman. Whoโs capitol to his luck.โ You smile. But the uncomfortable omen would have you spinning until the games were over.
โYou canโt let any feelings get in the way of your task, my dear.โ Says your father appearing at the door. You just stare at him.
โLet the boy play along the untidy girl for now. It will help to raise the views and create dubiety. You will complete your duty and that will make you memorable. As a daughter of mine and your mother we want you to exceed our accomplishments, this would be the first step. As soon as you make it, all the doors will be open for you. And the boy will be eating from the palm of your hand.โ You know thatโs not how it works, but he is right. As much as you wanted your boyfriend to win the games. You had to think on your own for the first time.
โYouโre right.โ Your dad smiles, only entering the room to leave a kiss on your head. Silently telling you how proud he is of you.
โGood. Now put some makeup and the uniform.โ You nod at your mom, replying at her smile but feeling slightly empty on the inside.
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Once again you have zoned out.
Coriolanus sees the way you are lost in your thoughts. As Dean Highbottom and Dr. Gaul are slightly debating after he was almost penalized for the zoo events, the gossip between the students doesnโt flush away easily.
You were quiet since that day. Same kisses, same smile, and same giggles. But the sudden lack of communication and sex was worrying Coriolanus.
Then Arachne died. Clemensia hadnโt been on class for some days. You werenโt around to see, but the news made you feel weird. Coriolanus was getting obsessed with the songbird, but that didnโt mean he was leaving asideโฆ yet.
He had heard and seen how most of the student's made fun of you and your task for the Hunger Games. Saying that you had been put on that position for your parents. Very much like what everyone thought of Sejanus Plinth on daily basis. It made you feel anxious, that guilt only increasing. And unfortunately, Coriolanus hadnโt been around to soothe those fears.
โAre you sure youโre okay, y/n?โ He asks once for all. You seem to hear him, but before you can answer him. Gaul had made everyone go quiet.
โHas a decision been made, Miss. y/l/n?โ You raise your head, looking at the woman and slowly you nod, standing up.
โA decision has been made with the council of the games and the production team. The mentors and their tributes have to make a strategy, itโs obligatory. The mentors have to make detailed research on the district of their tribute. In two days, the research must be submitted so the tributes can be guaranteed an interview before the games. Only that way, the sponsors will come and by the end of the games, the mentors will be honored in the post-games' celebration.โ The more you talked, the more the students seemed to hate you. Coriolanus can only think that youโre doing it because of rage, and he isnโt unsure if he likes it or not.
Dr. Gaul wants to laugh, believing you had shut everyoneโs mouth. She can see a female enraged lover can react when cards are played against her. And she is savoring the way her Hunger Games are making everyone fight for their own good, not only the tributes.
When class is over, you donโt wait for Coriolanus. You just start grabbing your stuff and decide to leave.
He has to hurry so he can follow your pace. He calls your name once, but until his hand gently grabs your forearm, you stop.
โWhat is going on?โ He asks, ignoring that both of you are in the middle of a hallway.
โAbout what?โ Thereโs a lot to say, but you just canโt seem to be able to respond.
He sighs, and looking around, he drags you to an empty room. Open to public, but perfect for some minutes of privacy.
โYou can talk to meโฆโ
โI knowโฆ Itโs justโฆโ he inspects your face, looking at any details to try to understand you.
โJust what, sweets?โ
โThereโs too much going on at the same time. Iโm just stressed out. Iโm sorry for being distant, Coryoโ you refuse to admit youโre jealous, that you are following your fatherโs advice, that you are sick of everything.
โItโll be over in three more days or so. Then you know what departs for usโฆโ you nod as he leans to close the distance, your foreheads touching. It was Coriolanus silent way of saying I love you and Iโm here. So you take the moment to treasure it.
โJust one thing, Coryoโฆโ
โYes, dear?โ He asks on your lips.
โIf things get trickyโฆ Are you going to fight for me if needed?โ He smiles, your lips trembling against his chin.
โI would walk the whole territory of Panem just to get you, y/nโ and with that, he kisses you so hard that it makes you remember why you choose him.
And why you would always choose him.
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Itโs late in the night and you opted to stay for late rehearsals. Your nails are a mess as you had anxiously been biting them. You see a burgundy spot on the right side of your pointe shoe. Your feet are bleeding. But that doesnโt compare to the waves of chills you had every day.
โAGAIN!โ Your instructor yells. You are the opening act for the celebration. Every district would have a dance and some mentors would have an honorific mention. However, yours was a delicate piece of ballet. The music was beautiful, but it made you feel little, very vulnerable.
You try every single time, but your instructor kept saying that you needed to look sadder by the end.
โMiss y/n?โฆโ your motherโs assistant came to the door of the studio, making you stop and your instructor to pause the music.
โYour mother has informed to me that there was a rebel bombing on the gamesโ arena earlier. The tributes were there with their mentors.โ Your heart stops, remembering Coriolanus and his own task of taking the songbird there.
โYour partner, Mr. Snowโฆ he was injuredโฆโ
Half an hour later, youโre entering the hospital. The wide room is empty. At the end of the bedโs row, you see Tigris and Sejanus. The young woman being the first to notice you.
โY/N!โ She hurries to hug you and offer her jacket since it was slightly cold. And you were once again in your ballet attire, pointe shoes still on.
โItโs okay. Butโฆ How is him?โ
โStable. Just his back was compromisedโ Sejanus reveals, making you smile sadly. Coriolanus is sleeping. His forehead looks sweaty, and you can only attempt to brush some of his curls.
โThey said it was a rebel attack. The presidentโs son was heavily injuredโ you sigh.
โFelix?โ Sejanus nods at you.
โThis is where I side with the Capitol.โ
โExactly. This isnโt the solutionโ neither of you say out loud. But Sejanus was a rebel sympathizer, Tigris was only against the capitol but not with the rebels. And you were a neutral.
โI just hope this doesnโt come with long term injuriesโฆโ you finally add. Under the curious look of Tigris, she feels bad for you. Although she offered her help, there wasnโt much she could do. Only to design the attires for the upcoming celebration. But other than that, she could feel the stress on you.
Only worsening when Coriolanus woke up.
โIs Lucy Gray fine?โ You act like it didnโt hurt you. And both Tigris and Sejanus pretend they didnโt see your sad face.
โSheโs fine.โ
โHow do you feel?โ You ask, and Coriolanus finally sees you.
โMy shoulder and back hurtโ the tv ends up disconcerting everyone. When you turn there is a video of you being played with the logo of the Capitol behind you. Coriolanus wants to smile, but heโs too unsure of whatโs happening to say you looked adorable in a tulle skirt.
[Citizens of Panem, welcome back. We are less than 24 hours away from the start of the 10th Hunger Games. To make the wait less painful, we are about to explore a little more on this year tributes. Get to know them in this section. For the first time, we are about to see an exclusive series of interviews with our lovely host; Lucky Flickerman. Now itโs turn of District 12. Do not forget that anyone can be a sponsor. Enjoy the show!]
You ignore the looks. You werenโt proud of yourself for filming that type of promos. But that is quickly forgotten after Lucy Gray was introduced and she started singing again. You have to roll your eyes. You have to bite your tongue after seeing the way Coriolanus literally jumped out of the bed to see the songbird closely.
He seemed hypnotized by her. And without even processing there are tears forming on your eyes.
The end is coming. The end is coming. Get readyโฆ
You try to ignore your head. But itโs like a prolonged free fall. Since the moment of the Reaping Ceremony, you knew it.
That bad omen was something you shouldโve payed more attention to.
Now you let some tears fall as you see it. Tigris is also crying, and you have to admit how wonderful Lucy Gray Baird is. But it leads you to question.
How could Coriolanus just beโฆ losing you?
When you look down at your feet, your brain can pay attention to the damage, immediately releasing a lot of pain.
Your pointe shoes are almost soaked in blood. You quickly seat in one of the bed, hurrying to untie it. Your heart beats faster. With the sudden increase of negativity, you feel panicked.
And it scares you, because you feel like you donโt have enough control.
Sejanus is the first one to look away.
โOh my god, y/nโ he knees in front of you. Looking at the mess. Now that the pointe shoes are gone, the damage is more than visible.
Tigris follows and finally Coriolanus remembers you. He seats beside you, frowning in disgust as he sees the pointe shoes covered in dry blood. Then your feet, you try to stop the bleeding, cleaning it, sobbing in silent.
You feel his hand on your shoulder. But you ignore him. You feel hurt by everyone. Your parents, the Capitol, and Coriolanus especially.
You squirm away from him.
โIโm just trying to soothe you.โ Coriolanus admits in shock after seeing your reaction.
โI can handle it on my ownโ you spit out crying quietly, cleaning the tears with a hand, while the other holds some gazes against the wounded skin.
โWeโll bring a nurseโ Tigris says, grabbing Sejanus and walking out of the room.
For the first time, Coriolanus knows something is going wrong. He officially sees how things are getting tricky.
Only you would know that your tears were for your boyfriend rather than the blood soaking your feet.
He was losing you. And later that night, he sealed the faith of your love for him after visiting Lucy Gray in the zoo one last time.
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When the 10th Hunger Games started, you were making sudden apparitions at the camera. Coriolanus was focused on Lucy Gray moving through the arena. And you were too invested on following all the procedures. After some hours, a lot of people had left. Coriolanus was growing tired. He started eyeing you out, he saw your lilac makeup that matched your sweater. He saw the way your hips and waist looked in a pencil skirt.
After some failed attempts to make you look at him, he made eye contact. And minutes later, both of you ended up having a quick fuck in the restroom. Somehow it had worked as a makeup, he made you smile before you had to leave again. He kissed you and he promised to himself that no more mistakes were allowed. He would win the games with Lucy Gray and thenโฆ only eyes for you.
Things took a turn after Sejanus meant to give a proper goodbye to his tribute and old friend.
Coriolanus had killed a tribute. You are still unable to comprehend how you feel about it. He had come to your house during the night, red eyes and disheveled uniform. You wrapped your arms around him, shushing him to not disturb your parents.
He told you everything as you prepared the tub for him. He cried on your shoulder and stayed there for hours.
โYou are good, Coriolanus. You are a good man. This doesnโt make you a monsterโฆโ you had said.
โWhat about the power I felt?โฆโ you knew that was a warning sign.
โIn the Hunger Gamesโ arena anything feels like power, my loveโ it was supposed to be enough to make him avoid thinking on power and death at the same time.
And now, adding the fact that he seemed to have built a connection with the songbird, you were everything but calm.
Nonetheless, that night you hold him protectively. You assure him everything would be fine.
โI would be lost without youโ Coriolanus says, his nose pressed against your chest.
โI help the people I love, Coryo. Thatโs how will always beโฆโ he reminds himself, no more errors. He holds tighter at you, knowing he had already messed up his promise one night ago.
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You run, ignoring the pain of your wounded feet. The nurse said to take it easy if you wanted to dance after the games.
But you canโt help it. Coriolanus had won. While you ignored Lucy Gray Baird as the victor, you acknowledged your boyfriend as it. You run faster than Tigris, so you get to hug him before kissing him. He replies immediately. Holding your waist and smiling like an idiot. Everyone was looking and cheering around but neither of you cared. He deepened the kiss, feeling peace, he knew he had won. He had a good future secured. Along you.
โYou did it, my loveโ you say in his lips, giggling. He also smiles, taking your hand before going to find Tigris who stayed back.
โYou also did it.โ He speaks. Making you realize itโs over.
And for the rest of the day, you are happy. You leave early because of the celebration.
You really didnโt want to stay away from Coriolanus. But he was also called away. Tigris stays with you the whole day. She calls Grandmaโam as soon as you both enter the theater where the celebration was being held.
Both of you give the elder woman all details. She really cries and says she canโt wait to see his boy coming home that night. She wishes you good luck and the call is over.
โOkay. Letโs get over with this so we can celebrate with some posca tonight.โ You laugh, taking a seat on the vanity.
โCoryo hates posca, Tigris.โ She also laughs.
โIf he can pretend to like it for formal events, he can pretend at home for his win and yours.โ Between laughs and jokes, she starts to help you with makeup and hair.
An hour later, you start receiving good luck flowers and notice of being on the stage in fifteen minutes.
โYou look perfect, y/nโ she says smiling, making you turn around to see the pastel tutu and flower corset of the attire.
โI canโt breathe but this will make my shoulders look so alignedโฆโ you thank her and after good luck wishes and a hug, she excuses herself to go to her seat.
Now alone, you make sure the makeup is perfect. Until you see Coriolanus in the door frame. He enters and closes the door. He looks so lost and sad, which worries you.
โI cheated on the gamesโ you frown, hurrying to get to him. He sits on the couch, head between his legs, notifying to you how serious the issue is.
โWhat did you do?โ He explains how he cheated. He kept it secret. He didnโt tell you.
โIs there a punishment or penalty?โ He nods, looking at you now.
โExile. Serve as a peacekeeper for twenty yearsโ you look shocked. Your heart stops and you lean to grab his shoulders.
โIโll go with you. University can wait. Iโll find a job where youโre sent to. And work with my mother at the same time. Weโll send money to Tigris and Grandmaโam and-โ
โNo, y/n. I canโt let you do this.โ You start to feel panicked again. You need to hear a solution.
โSo what? Youโre just leaving like that?โ He remains quiet.
โYou said you would fight for me.โ He thinks about possibilities. He could marry you as soon as training was over. You two could find a little house, live there and send money to his family like you said. You already said you were willing to leave the Capitol for him.
โOh, Coryo. Why did you had to do this?โ He sighs frustrated.
โTo win. For my family. For youโฆ to give you all I promised.โ You are at the verge of crying. And he has to be honest. If you were going to leave everything for him. He would be honest.
โI kissed her.โ
You can only hear your heartbeat after that.
You donโt say anything for some seconds. His hands are sweating.
Something stronger than silence fills the room. You slap him.
Your hand burns afterwards. But the damage is done.
โGet. Out.โ You spit out, quietly, yet extremely filled with poison.
Heโs too shocked to say something back.
You are mentally collapsing. Finally feeling betrayed and mocked by him.
โYou wonโt get out? I willโฆโ itโs bad when you start hearing a pitch in your ears. You know itโs not a good sign. But youโre so traumatized, that you lean closer to him.
โYouโre a mistakeโฆ Such a big lie.โ The last memory he sees before you have disappeared is the layers of tulle of your tutu, your perfume of jasmine and the sound of your distant sobs.
If he had lost you. His last memory of you would be dancing.
He stares from the backstage. And he wonders if destiny wanted you to dance such a melancholic song. Because he can literally see your sadness. You look so fragile that he curses himself. Maybe if he had mentored another district. Or maybe if he just had decided to shut up and avoid mentioning the kiss to you.
Did he ever love you? Why wasnโt enough?
However, thatโs not enough suffering. While your head was spinning with many thoughts, the rest of your body was pleading you to stop. But you keep dancing. You feel the music and you let yourself to give the most emotional presentation of the history of Panem.
You donโt realize you have captured the same effect as Lucy Gray Baird singing. There are people crying. Throwing flowers at you. You donโt see it; youโre starting to see everything blurred.
As you leave the stage, people congratulate you. Coriolanus sees you look pale, darkened lips. You stop hearing, only the annoying pitch. Every step feels heavier than the last one. The sudden nausea makes you give up.
Coriolanus sees how you faint. Your body collapsing to the floor.
โGet a doctorโฆ GET A DOCTOR, PLEASE!โ He yells at a girl who was also in a tutu. She nods in shock, running. Some people gather, but only Coriolanus is there holding your unconscious body.
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โIโm so sorry. This isnโt what I wanted. I wished so many things for us.โ Coriolanus is crying. Holding your hand as you are asleep on a hospital bed. Your diagnosis said you suffered a collapse due to stress and traumatic experience. He knew it was caused by him. But he lies to your mother, saying it mustโve been for the pressure of the games and the death of Arachne Crane.
โIโm not a good man. And you deserve someone better than meโฆโ he can now see the purple under your lashes, eye bags and cracked lips.
โBut Iโm coming back for you.โ
After memorizing your image sleeping and kissing your forehead, he quietly leaves.
Your mother enters his line of vision.
โCoriolanus. Are you coming tomorrow? Sheโll likely be awakeโ he swallows the rest of his tears and shakes his head.
โUnfortunately. I have peacekeeper duty away from the Capitol, required for me to get into university.โ
โOh no. Y/n knows, right?โ He nods.
โBut donโt worry, Iโll send her letters every weekโ itโs a promise. One he would make no matter what.
His hopes increase by the time heโs able to serve in District 12. Knowing he could give some closure to his situation with Lucy Gray but sickening because heโs also going there to soothe his urges to see his songbird again.
As for you. You just hope and pray your sole image to haunt Coriolanus Snow for the rest of his life. Because the moment you walked out of that hospital, you would do everything to get rid of him and his memory. Promising to make his mere existence the most insignificant matter. Even when you knew your heart would never beat again the same way it did for him.
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STRANGER THINGS
โโ ICE โโ - Steve Harrington
โKnock them dead.โ - Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ time is the best time to eat!ย -> เณโโทย ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ
You and Eddie have a fantastic date.
ย ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐.
โ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ" pt 1
Date Night - Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
"I only have eyes for the King'
n.o.t.e.s - I have been watching some royal tv shows and movies, and it made me think of this. Also, I love kyle sm. โฉ
w.a.r.n - Some Nsfw mention fluff, cheating, and violence.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kyle Broflovski x Queen!reader โฉ
w.c. - 1.1k
part two: II
A long time ago in Zaron, a young queen was ruling over the Kupa Kingdom, trying to find a 'husband' to rule but her only real intention was to produce an heir to rule after her.
You fixed your gown and your French hood, sitting down on your throne. Guard surrounding you with protection. You crossed your legs holding your head with your palm.
Your head is filled with boredom from your past suitors trying to get your attention, you sat there with boredom in your eyes. You were getting tired, as your squire and lady-in-waiting saw.
"The next suitor up is Clyde Donovan, The Duke of Kraghon" you're ellman announced. You place your head on your fisted hand on the throne bar.
Most of your suitors were old men trying to seek power. A few were young but there were merely a few royal titles, not much to bring to the table but their healthy sperm were able to create an heir to your kingdom.
The duke was one the examples of what you thought. He was young and handsome, pure, and had eyes filled with hope. But not enough to woo you short.
Soon there wasn't any suitor to read off of.
"Is it done?" you asked uncrossing your legs and looking at your officer.
"Yes, my grace" he bowed as he spoke to you.
"I'll be leaving to return to my chambers" You got up from the throne with the help of one of your guards, soon walking onto the beautiful tapestries leading down to the huge doors, that started to open by the guards, your lady in waiting following suit.
The guards, servants, officers, and political figures bowed down to you before you left the room.
Walking down the hallways in the big palace, your heels clicking onto the marble floor. Soon one of your paladin ran towards you and he stopped when spotting you, his landing audible.
"M-my grace" he stutters out
"What happened," you asked the paladin.
"My grace, the king of the elven kingdom is coming, for a talk with you," he said as he bowed down.
"Make sure to keep the knights on guard for his arrival," you said as you glanced at the blonde paladin bowing down to your feet bowing down.
"Yes, my grace" the blonde man bowed as he ran away.
"My grace," your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny, spoke up, her blonde hair braided into two, as she was wearing a purple dress. "Shall we start planning for the King's arrival" she spoke up.
"I suppose so; we can't show the enemy of our faults," you spoke, holding your hands together as you glanced past her. You don't have the greatest relationship with the Elf king due to past arguments with the red-headed king. The only thing you would agree with about your ex-husband would be how annoying he was.
"Kenny inform the staff of the King's arrival" you spoke softly as you look at the blonde princess.
"Yes my queen" She curtsies, walking away from you as you hear the clicking of her steps. It puzzled you how the red-headed king was coming to the kingdom, you glance at the color-stained window, adorn by the long satin red curtains.
It hasn't been this loud in the palace ever since the time that you used to be a past ruler or such would say your 'husband' has been ruling over, King Eric, the grand wizard they say.
The real person who should be dead, stealing the stick of truth and lying to his followers more than that, he lied to many kingdoms and the elf kingdom. It didn't even matter. You got your revenge on him cheating on you with Duchess Heidi Turner, destroying them both. Revenge for Cartman makes them look like a fool, while he prances around the duchess not even making it discrete from the kingdom. Painting you as to a fool.
It was because of him you did it.
Sneaking into the elf king's chamber through a beautiful rug, wrapping yourself in, only wearing an elegant, revealing nightgown that barely covered anything before you stripped yourself bare for him.
That was the first night.
But not the only night you had with the elf king, using his influence to kick your 'husband' off the throne.
The memory haunting your mind, the thought of the elf king touching your nude skin, as he kissed your delicate skin, covering your body in love bites. Kissing you passionately, your moans slipping from your lips.
While he touched you in places he shouldn't. your chastity was gone from the beginning; you didn't pass it to your husband; you gave it to his enemy and an enemy supposedly of yours.
He is supposed to be your enemy, not your lover, the history of both of your kingdoms built up a great rivalry.
But it felt like when you were with him, you were free. You always dreamed of him, and you have children together as you prance through the field of flowers with your children and on in the way. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he kisses you lovingly.
But that dream has been crushed by politics and war; as you sighed out, looking at your knights walking to the front guarding the castle.
[A few days later]
You were in your chambers, maids helping you get into your dress. You sat at your vanity, and your lady-in-waiting, Princess Kenny helped with brushing your hair and placing it on your French hood.
"You look beautiful, my queen," she said as she lifted up your lip brush to apply red paint on your lips. "Thank you, Princess Kenny" You fluttered your eyes at her, making her cheek turn pink.
After Kenny finished up your makeup, she gave you a curtsy and walked out of the room as you turned yourself to your vanity, picked up your powder puff, and applied powder to your face.
You heard knocking on the door.
"Come in," you spoke as you slipped on your white gloves.
Your paladin came in with news; you assumed, "My queen, he's here, waiting for you" As he bowed down to you, your eyes widened at the name, "I'll be there," you said, "Thank you" you looked at Butters, as you dismissed him off.
You didn't know what was going to happen in the meeting, but you were ready for anything, though for him being a past 'lover' he was just a pawn for you to play against your ex-husband.
As you powder your face some more, fixing up your makeup before you exit your chambers, your lady-in-waiting waiting outside for you as she is accompanied you to the awaiting elven king.
Your long emerald-colored dress inched from the floor as you held your hands together, walking to the council room. Making contact with the red-headed king before looking away and sitting on one of the two throne chairs in the room, Princess Kenny sitting on the council chairs.
"Shall we start?" the red-headed king said.
"Yes, we shall" you made eye contact with the king.
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