#coriolanus snow fluff

[eliseeronie]

hii!! would you write some angst with coriolanus snow?

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flufftober day 1 - anniversary

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pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: none, just pure fluff :)

word count: 1,169

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You sat at the vanity, slowly brushing out your hair as you hummed softly. Coriolanus had not yet returned home and it was starting to frustrate you. He had promised to be home by 7 that night, wanting to do something special for your anniversary. You sighed, setting the brush down gently on the vanity. You looked down at your fingernails, picking at the dry skin around them. You knew you really shouldn't. If there was one think Coriolanus hated, it was when you picked at your skin. There was a soft knock at the door that made you quite your picking and look up. "Who is it?" Whoever was on the other side didn't answer, opting instead to just crack the door open and walk in. You smile softly as you realize it's Coriolanus. "Coryo!"

He walks over, standing behind you at your vanity. He brushed your hair over your left shoulder, kissing at the now exposed skin behind your ear. "I'm so sorry," he muttered. "My meeting lasted longer than I had expected and then I had to run out to pick something up." You were conflicted. Your left brain was yelling at you to pout and just show him how disappointed he had made you while your right brain was telling you to forgive him, that these things happened and you had a wonderful relationship compared to some of your friends. You listened to your right brain, trusting her judgement. You could practically hear your friends' voices in your head, yelling at you for not going off on him. You could especially hear Livia, brashly telling you that you were a fool for putting up with such behavior. "I don't even have to do as much as think about what I want from my husband, he already knows." You mentally cursed her out, wondering why you even still talked to the woman.

You turn back to Coriolanus, your face one of understanding. "It's okay. I know how busy you are." He smiles faintly, his hand moving from your shoulders to cup your cheeks. "You're too good to me, princess." He presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back to look at you in your eyes. "Don't think I've forgotten our anniversary, baby doll." With that, he pulls back, slipping from the room before you can get a word in. You sit there in partial bewilderment. "What on Earth is he doing?" you said quietly.

Coriolanus came back a few minutes later, hands behind his back. "Close your eyes, princess." You obeyed, curious as to where this was going. The blond walked over, pacing something on your lap. "Open them." Sitting demurely on your lap was a tiny honey colored cocker spaniel puppy, looking up at you with the softest brown eyes you had ever seen. You let out a tiny sequel, holding up the puppy in the air to get a closer look at them. Coryo smirked, clearly impressed with himself. "Hi baby! Why aren't you just the cutest thing ever!" "I'll take that as a sign you like her?" Coriolanus asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet like a schoolgirl. "Yes, yes! I love her!" You brought the pup to your face and she instantly started licking you all over. Your giggles only motivated her to keep licking. "Looks like she like you too," Coriolanus comments.

"But what do we name her?" you asked, bringing the hound to your chest and cradling her as if she were a baby. Coriolanus shrugged, kneeling down in front of where you still sat at your vanity, his hand reaching out to scratch at the puppy's ears. Your brain went through its repertoire, thinking of a suitable name for the newest member of the Snow family before landing on one that was positively perfect. "Cosette." Coriolanus looked up at you before smiling. "Yeah, I like that." A playful scoff left your mouth. "That's only because it's another C name." "And what if it was?" Coryo asked, tickling at the sides of your thighs. You giggled, holding Cosette tighter to your chest now. "Stop that! Unhand me!" This made Coriolanus laugh, encouraging him to keep tickling you. When you had came down from your giggle fest, Coriolanus reached into his suit jacket to pull out a baby pink collar. He fastened it around Cosette's neck, adjusting it so the loop was in the front. He scratched under her chin, smiling as she closed her eyes. "We'll pick you up a tag tomorrow. That way everyone knows you are the one and only first dog." Cosette seemed to understand his words, raising her head up, almost as if she was proud.

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You and Coryo were soon laying next to each other in bed, Cosette energetically running around the small space between you two. She eventually stopped, deciding to play tug of war with Coriolanus' pant leg instead. "Hey!" You giggled at the sight. A tiny dog, weighing no more than a few pounds, tugging and pulling on the pajama pants of the president like she was the boss of him. "Yeah, get him Cosette, get him!" Coriolanus scowled, looking at you in disbelief. "Don't encourage her! You're already picking the dog over me, harsh." The ball of fur tugged a few more times before crawling back up the bed, settling down between you two. You pulled her to your chest, cradling her softly again. Coriolanus reached his hand out to pet her again only to be met by ineffective bites from puppy teeth on his index finger. He smiled softly, letting her knaw on him. "Looks like she's making her way up in the ranks already. Perhaps she'll be commander in the near future." "I think she's already there," you commented, giving the dog more credit than she was worth. "Nah," Coryo said. "This is just basic training."

Cosette released Coriolanus' finger, yawning quietly and snuggling up against your chest. With the dog settled now, Coriolanus moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and bringing your head to his chest. "You're going to spoil her rotten, I can see it now." "You'll start enabling it soon enough," you mumbled, speech muffled from your face being pressed Coriolanus' chest. He huffed, already knowing that you were right. He would be lying if he didn't adore the thing already. "Mm, this is our daughter now," you murmured, pressing your nose to the top oc Cosette's head. "Our daughter? I see. And what will you do when we have a human child?" "Siblings." It took you a second for your half asleep brain to register what Coriolanus had said. "Wait, human child? You want kids?" You pulled back your head, looking into his cerulean eyes before he cupped the back of your head and pushed your face back in his chest. "One day. But for now, I think Cosette will be her own handful." You hummed back softly. “You think so?” “Oh princess, I know so.”

[milliesfishes]

Corio with a reader that struggles with an ED? I’m going through recovery currently and would love a little comfort fic or even an angsty thing. If you are uncomfortable talking about this though please don’t feel pressured to write about it!! I totally understand boundaries and I would never want to push somebody into talking and or writing about something they are uncomfortable with 💙🪼

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tw: eating disorder, body image/self worth issues PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING I MEAN IT 🩷🩷🩷 fem reader x coriolanus snow anon, you sent this a long, long time ago lovey but I hope you're doing better and sending you much love on your journey 🩷🩷 thank you my darling @phantomamour for proofing <3

It was easy for Coriolanus to notice things about you since you were his whole world.

Every habit was familiar, every like and dislike logged in his memory. He didn't think of it as obsessive, more a natural progression that came along with love. It was something he'd learned. All his life he'd had to keep an eye on his circumstances for survival, but this time it was somehow natural. His guard was down. And still he noticed.

He noticed the way you'd hold your wrist when you were uncomfortable, the way your smile became secret when somebody said something you couldn't laugh at but wanted to. Capitol manners came naturally to you, but your little quirks were still his to observe. It was a secret code only he was privy to.

Your plate was half full still. You'd excused yourself a few minutes ago, making your way upstairs to prepare for bed, and he'd promised to join you after he finished. But this little detail was irking him. He stared at it until a servant took it away, causing him to focus back on his own food. It was true that you usually left a bite or two on your plate, but never this much.

Perhaps you weren't feeling well. You'd grown up similarly to himself in that you didn't like to waste food, even when you could afford it. It was something you'd confessed to him after marriage. Your family could hardly afford to put food on the table even now, which was one of the reasons they'd pushed you into Capitol society. Using their only daughter as a means to make money was low, but unfortunately not uncommon.

You were in the closet when he made his way to the bedroom, and when you emerged, his eyebrow lifted without him thinking. Your pajamas were in the pretty silk you favored, but they covered down to your ankles and wrists, hanging loose on your body. It wasn't that you didn't look pretty- he'd never thought that before. The room you both slept in had a tendency to get hot during the night no matter what the season was. He slept shirtless as a consequence, and your cute little lace edged silk sets and nightdresses were the highlight of his day.

He didn't comment until he was in bed, pulling the lightweight covers over his legs and reaching over to stroke your covered elbow. You were lying flat on your back, arms folded over your chest as you stared at the ceiling.

Coriolanus watched you for a moment, trying to detect reasoning. You were quiet, which wasn't unusual. The strange thing was that you weren't rolling over to snuggle into him, a habit you'd slowly adapted over a little under a year of marriage. Finally, he slid his arm under you, tapping your side with his thumb. You remained still.

"Are you cold?" he asked, breaking the silence. You pulled your sleeves over your hands, shaking your head. He stared at you for a moment, noticed you'd only pulled covers over your waist, not up to your chest like usual. Frowning, he brushed his fingers under your sleep shirt, just above the waist of your bottoms. Your skin was warm, too warm to be sleeping comfortably in his opinion.

"Goodnight," you said softly, turning on your side and closing your eyes. He settled next to you, arm still around your waist, a mass of tangled questions still sitting heavy in his head.

The occurrences became a pattern. He noticed your dresses never hit above your knees, that you spent far longer getting ready both for the day and for bed than before. Your plates remained half empty and you always sweat through your pajamas. Coriolanus inquired one day about your habits during the day while he was at work and discovered the long walks you went on like clockwork, how the only 'full' meal you took was dinner. According to his source, you'd been doing this for more than a month.

That night, he did more watching than eating, studying your every move with careful eyes. You were taking bites slowly, methodically. He lowered his eyes when you lifted yours, but you put your fork down, tilting your head. "Is something wrong?"

Coriolanus folded his arms on the table, looking pointedly at you. "Is the food to your liking?"

Your brow furrowed in that adorable way. If he was closer, he would reach out and thumb it smooth. "It's good."

He nodded once, tapping his finger on the table. "You haven't been eating."

Your eyes widened just slightly, and you looked back at your plate, setting your fork down. "The food is just fine."

"Is it?" He reached for your hand, grasping your fingers. "Sweetheart, if something's wrong-"

"No. Nothing's wrong," you promised, shaking your head to emphasize. "I'm fine. It's fine."

"You're going to starve to death, sweetheart," he said, lifting his chin. "If you're trying to be dainty-"

"Coryo," you interrupted again, sounding sharper. "I'm fine. I just-" you swallowed, meeting his eyes again. "I just want to lose a little weight. That's all."

He took in your thinning face, the way your cheeks were more sunken than he'd seen them before. The full effect of the littler changes over time was hitting him hard, and he could feel the emotion rising in his throat. "Darling-"

"Don't. Please." You stood abruptly, and he watched you take in a breath, swaying slightly.

Coriolanus stood too, crossing around the table. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm...I'm fine..." you muttered, holding onto the table. Your lashes fluttered, and he moved quickly, gathering you into his arms before you began to slump, his chest catching your cheek as you fell forward. "Mm."

"I've got you," he whispered, reaching down to scoop you up. As Coriolanus moved upstairs, he made plans in his head to call the doctor, figure out what could be done.

He'd spent so much of his life starving in every way and he'd thought it would be worth it if the ones he loved didn't have to. The mere idea of you taking such drastic measures to lose weight had him questioning everything.

Getting you situated in your bed, he phoned the doctor, hand clasped in yours. Coriolanus' heart was racing, and he tried to take deep breaths. It wouldn't do either of you any good if he fell off the deep end.

Once the doctor was informed, he was frozen sitting by your bed, trying to grasp the concept of your insecurity. His girl, his beautiful girl. It put a lump in his throat, and he tried to swallow the tears that threatened to rise. He'd be lying if he said he understood it.

Coriolanus had known hunger of all kinds, but what stood out in his mind were the pangs in his stomach, the way his mouth had watered when he'd seen the elaborate meals his classmates brought to school that his family couldn't afford. When he had food, he finished it, savored it, made it stretch so he could try to live off the memory until he could get more. Everyone had known the feeling of hunger during the war, and you were no exception. Your situation afterward had not been as extreme as his, but still.

Why would you revert back to those tendencies when you didn't have to? Why would you starve yourself, and as a result, starve him of you?

He was unable to tear his eyes away from you as you slept, tracing every contour of you with his eyes. The shadow of your eyelashes on your cheeks, the bony fingers of one hand folded into their palm, positioned above your head. Your breathing was soft, and had it not been for the fresh memory of what had happened earlier splattered across his mind like blood, he'd have thought you were at peace. You were angelic, the very picture of perfection.

Had he inadvertently made you feel this way? Coriolanus searched his memory for a cross word over your appearance and came up empty. You'd never given him a single thing to complain about- flawless in every possible way. However, he didn't know what may have seemed fine to him and rubbed you the wrong way. The question tortured him as he prepared for bed, carefully hanging up his shirt and folding his pants.

Draping one of your light nightdresses over his arm, he staggered to the bed where you still lay, sitting down carefully. Coriolanus tried not to wake you, but as he slowly worked your nearly shapeless dress up your body, you mumbled something, resisting him weakly as he discarded the garment.

"Shh," he soothed, slipping your nightdress over your head and laying you back down. "I know, I know. I've got you, sweetheart." You sniffled, curling into his body when he flattened himself on the mattress next to you. He relished the feeling of you lying back on his chest, something he'd gone far too long without.

Right now, he didn't want to think of what he'd do when you woke again. For now, it was enough to hold you, to know you were safe.

He rang for a plate of fruit, a few slices of bread and crackers. Something light on your stomach, technically nutritious. The hope was that you would eat it without struggle, but he was prepared to help you see reason.

The doctor came and went, leaving a string of instructions and advising Coriolanus to keep a close eye on you. That was the easy part. There wasn’t any way he was letting you out of his sight for the next while.

When you woke, he had the plate ready, setting it promptly on your lap. You sat up, looking down. “I don’t-” “Eat.” It wasn’t a question. Your lower lip began to tremble, and he thumbed the tear that trickled down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You can do it. You don’t have to eat it all. Just eat something.”

Coriolanus watched, with bated breath, as you lifted a cracker to your mouth, looking as though you might cry again. But you took a little bite, then another, and he suppressed a sigh of relief. You ate a few crackers, then a strawberry, and he handed you the glass of water when you requested it once more.

“You scared me,” he whispered once you’d pushed the plate aside. Although you’d eaten much less than he’d hoped, it was still something.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, staring at your hands in your lap.

Coriolanus had a million questions he wanted to ask, but he held his tongue, trying to figure out how to phrase them. He must have waited too long, because you said, “I didn’t mean to make anyone worry.”

“Darling,” he whispered, lifting a hand to your cheek. “What happened?” He didn’t want to let on how much you had scared him, but it was nearly impossible. “I don’t know.” Your tone was frustrated, and you clenched one of your fists. “I just…I can’t stand how I look right now. I’ve gained so much weight in the past little bit and I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes?”

Your eyes were filling with tears again. “I don’t feel pretty anymore.”

It was so unthinkable he could have laughed. Coriolanus only stared at you, hoping his expression didn’t make it seem like he thought it true. He shook his head, reaching for your hand.  “Sweetheart-”

You buried your face in your hands, chest shaking as you cried. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do any of it.”

When he reached for you, you complied, leaning into his chest. He ignored how scarily thin you felt, holding you tight to him. Coriolanus’ nose hid in the top of your head, and he smoothed his hand down your hair. You stayed like that for a long while, the sun streaming through the curtains and promising the hope of a new day.

“If you knew how beautiful you are,” he whispered, starting to rock back and forth, still holding you, “How beautiful you’ve always been…”

“It feels awful,” you choked, trembling in his arms. “What I’ve been doing. I don’t want to do it anymore but I can’t stop.”

“I won’t let you suffer anymore,” he vowed, smoothing your hair. “We’re going to get you help.” You only nodded into his chest as you slowly grew tired again from your efforts. It was only once you were fast asleep on him that he let his own tears fall.

You were his light, his only true love. It broke what was left of his heart to know you felt this way about yourself. He was the thorn to your rose, and if the petals wilted, the whole flower began to die.

Coriolanus held you tighter at the thought. He wouldn’t lose you if it was the last thing he did. Hunger had nearly taken everything from him in the course of his life. It would not take you too.

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Coriolanus Snow + Arranged Marrige

Coryo knew a lot about you before you got married to him but all you knew was what was public knowledge

When you arrived you already had a big room in his mansion ready for you, with all your needs and interests taken care of

This might be an arranged marrige but Coryo does genuenely want to get to know the person he will marry

He is more than a bit possessive over you, where you go, making sure that you're guarded at all times, who you talk to, wanting you to be safe

Buys you clothes that he thinks his darling should wear, the finest things imaginable, the most lavish and expensive

Flirting comes easily to him, those honied words designed to make your heart flutter, the way he kisses your hand every time he can, a possessive arm around your waist that he claims is for your protection, the barely controlled lust in his eyes that makes your whole body get hot

Gets angry when you question the way he's protecting you

Everything he does is for your own good, for your love, so you can have the best life you can with him, to make you the happiest person alive

As soon as the argument is over he gives you a cold shoulder for the rest of the day, saying he has a lot of work to do but as soon as those work hours are over and he had time to cool off he will try his best to apologize to you

Knowing that what he said hurt you he would try his best to make up for it in any way you want him to, he may not be the best man right now, but he will do his best to be the best husband

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[kaerimichii]

i'd give up forever to touch you

series summary: You first met Coriolanus Snow when you were just kids, but as you grow together throughout the years the two of you learn to realize that maybe your feelings are more than that of just best friends.

or: A collection of stories of your friendship with modern!Coryo, and the love that blossoms from it.

Part 3: all i can taste is this moment

summary: Coriolanus sees you cry for the first time, and the walls he has built around himself begin to crumble.

pairing: female reader x modern!coriolanus snow

contains: pet death, grief, mostly fluff tho tbh

Previous Part

[Age 15]

The first time Coriolanus saw you cry, his entire world turned upside down.

It was the weekend and he was undertaking the arduous process of creating flashcards for his midterm exams, when he received a text message from you.

Coryo, please come over. I need you.

The message left much to the imagination, leading Coriolanus to think of a plethora of circumstances that might have prompted you to text him.

Had you gotten hurt? Were you in trouble?

He didn’t stop to ponder this for too long. All he knew was that the message sounded urgent, which worried him greatly. Abandoning his flashcards mid-sentence, he quickly stood up and made his way to the foyer. Shrugging on his coat haphazardly and hastily stuffing his feet into his shoes, he began to make the short trek to your house.

He practically ran over—for once not caring who saw him—and it wasn’t long before he was knocking on your front door.

Your younger sister, Camille, answered the door. She wasn’t surprised to see him as he came over often enough, but there was a certain sadness in her eyes as she looked up at Coriolanus. It was clear she had been crying, with redness around her eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks. If your sister was upset, then Coryo feared to see the state you were in as well.

“Coryo,” Camille greeted without her usual exuberance. 

“Camille,” Coriolanus said, catching his breath after his jaunt through the winter cold. “Where’s—”

“She’s in her room,” the girl answered, nodding her head towards the staircase.

Coryo nodded, pulling the girl into a one-armed hug. “Thank you.”

After taking his shoes and coat off, he offered Camille a soft smile before heading up the stairs. He knew there would be time to comfort your sister later, but for now you were his top priority.

Knocking on your bedroom door, he heard a soft answer for him to come in. He steeled himself before entering, expecting the worst.

When Coriolanus walked into your room, you were curled up on your bed, ragged sobs escaping your throat.

Immediately, Coryo’s heart twisted into an ugly knot.

Technically he had seen you cry before, but this was different.

In the past, the only times he had witnessed your tears were when he had said something particularly hilarious and you couldn’t help but clutch your sides in joyful, breathless laughter.

These tears though… They were real and full of sorrow. Coriolanus hated it. You, the most beautiful being he had ever known, were crying and he hated the way the tears marred your pretty face.

He also felt so, so helpless in a way he never had before, and despised the way your tears affected him.

Coriolanus had always prided himself on his resilience, but now he was left feeling as if the armor he had tried so hard to hide behind was crumbling away.

With an ache in his stomach, he made his way over to you, silently crawling onto your bed and sitting next to you. He opened his arms, which you immediately crawled into. Coriolanus had experienced a bit of a growth spurt, so he was able to rest his head on top of yours as you laid your head on his chest. 

He rubbed your back as you continued to cry, each sob chipping away at a piece of his heart.

Coryo stayed quiet, knowing you would speak when you were ready. Soon enough, you had calmed down enough to choke out a tearful explanation.

“Ginger passed away earlier today.”

Oh. Coryo had hardly even noticed that your dog hadn’t been there at the doorway to greet him as usual. He was too concerned with getting to you as soon as possible.

“I am… so sorry.” He swallowed, processing the news. “She was a sweet dog.”

He remembered all of the times you and him would take the beagle out for an evening stroll around the neighborhood. Coryo would always take the excuse to prolong the night, wishing to avoid going back to his rundown house while spending time with you in the process.

The two of you would always stop at the nearby park and take turns throwing Ginger’s favorite chew toy, watching her ears flap as she ran back proudly with the toy in her mouth. As a reward, she would receive the scraps from supper that you would sneak into carefully folded napkins under the table.

Ginger would be missed, that was for sure.

“The sweetest,” you agreed with a sniffle, lifting your head out of the crook of Coryo’s neck and looking up at him with watery eyes.

The blonde melted and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. His shirt had dampened with the tears that fell from your eyes, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“I know it hurts, but I promise everything will be okay in time. Take as long as you need to grieve,” Coryo said, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face that had been stuck there by your tears. “I’m always here for you, remember?”

It killed Coriolanus that he wasn’t able to make everything better with a wave of his hand, but he vowed to help you the best he could. He knew that you needed to process your feelings and emotions in your own time, though, so he didn’t want to push you too hard.

“I know,” you said, managing a weak smile as you settled back into your position on his chest, trying to catch your breath. “Thank you, Coryo.”

Throughout the next half hour, Coriolanus had managed to make you feel significantly better than before. He talked with you about Tigris’ newest fashion designs, the latest gossip at school, and your plans for winter break until you were laughing and smiling like usual.

It warmed Coriolanus’ heart to see you happy again, if only just for a little while.

“Hey,” he said when the conversation had died down. “Why don’t we do something tomorrow, just the two of us? Anything you like.”

“Anything?” you peered up at him, a hopeful smile falling across your lips.

How could Coriolanus say no to you?

"Anything."

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Coriolanus winced as he nearly slipped on the ice, hanging on to the wall of the rink for purchase. He shakily tried to move forward on his skates, only to stumble once more, causing him to grip the wall harder.

The blonde shot you a helpless look. “No,” he relented with a sigh.

Coriolanus never felt as if he was bad at anything really, and he was embarrassed to have been bested by something as seemingly simple as ice skating.

“That’s alright,” you smiled, no hint of judgement in your tone. “Would you like to use one of the walkers? They can be useful when you’re just starting out.”

Coryo looked over to where you were pointing. At the rink’s entrance there were the walkers in question, but the majority of people taking them were either young children or older adults.

“Absolutely not,” Coryo shook his head, eyes wide. He wanted to keep at least some semblance of his dignity after all.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I didn’t think so,” you said, moving so that you were directly in front of him. “Here, I can show you how to do it.”

You first demonstrated the v-shape position of your feet to start, then you pushed off on one of the skates into an easy glide. Moving around the rink for a few paces, you turned around and stopped in front of Coryo again with a wide grin. It was clear how much you enjoyed this, not to mention how easy you made it look.

“See? It’s not so hard. Now you try!”

Coryo returned your smile, loosening his grip on the wall. He could do this. Easy. He was Coriolanus Snow, after all.

With still wobbly legs, he finally released his hold on the wall. As he positioned his feet into the place you had demonstrated earlier, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He hadn’t fallen yet, so he was off to a good start.

Smiling once more at you as you looked eagerly on, he steeled himself and then pushed off with one of his feet, and… immediately tripped. 

“Shit,” Coryo threw his arms out, ready to catch himself before he fell to the ground. He didn’t, though, as you immediately grabbed him, pulling him upright and leading him back to his previous position against the wall.

Coriolanus let out a sigh, a flush of embarrassment creeping up on his face, mixing with the tint that was already there from the cold.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned at you.

“Why?” you chuckled. “Coryo, I don’t expect you to become a pro immediately. Y’know, when I first started out I fell, like, five times within the span of twenty minutes.”

“Really?” Coriolanus raised his eyebrows dubiously. You hadn’t shown any sign of hesitation earlier, so it was hard to believe there was a time when you weren’t so self assured when it came to ice skating.

“Really,” you nodded. “It just takes some getting used to. How about you give it a few more tries, and if you really don’t want to continue, we don’t have to. Sound good?”

Coryo looked at the brightness in your eyes and the way you were looking so hopefully up at him. He reminded himself that he was doing this for you, to help you feel better and try to take your mind off things for a while.

“Alright,” he smiled with a nod. “Let’s try this again.”

The few attempts resulted similarly to his first, and each time Coriolanus had the urge to just give up and find someplace warmer to spend the day. But with one look at you and your encouraging smile, the blonde was determined to succeed at least once.

On his latest attempt, Coriolanus found himself pleasantly surprised as instead of stumbling, he was actually moving around the rink. He wasn’t moving quickly, but he was still moving with ease. He even managed to bring himself to a stop without falling.

“You did it, Coryo!” you cheered from where you were watching across the rink, clapping your gloved hands together.

Coryo shot you a wide grin, relishing in your praise as you skated towards him. He opened his mouth, ready to respond, when—

Thunk.

The two of you gasped as you barreled into Coryo, too caught up in your excitement to remember to slow down. You both stumbled until you came crashing onto the ground with a thud.

“Ugh,” you groaned from your position on top of Coryo. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

You both maneuvered yourselves so that the blades of the skates were not in any position to cause damage to each other.

“Yeah,” Coryo said, his arms wrapped around you as he cushioned your fall. It hadn’t hurt at all, and it was more surprising than anything else. “Are you?”

You nodded. “I’m okay!”

Coryo nodded, silent for a moment before he couldn’t help but crack a smile as he peered up at you. The smile then turned into soft chuckle as he watched you bite your lip, trying to hold back laughter. It wasn’t long until you were both full on laughing at the position you had found yourselves in. Coryo knew that you probably looked ridiculous lying on the ground laughing your asses off for no apparent reason, but for once he didn’t care in the slightest. 

A few moments later once the laughter had died down, you untangled yourselves and carefully made your way into a standing position. With soft giggles, you brushed yourselves off and readjusted your scarves. Once you were settled, Coriolanus was about to suggest that you try skating around the rink together, when he heard someone clearing their throat.

“Excuse me?”

You both turned to see a girl with auburn hair partially hidden by a light pink knit hat. She appeared to be a couple years older.

“I just wanted to say,” the girl started with a smile, “I think that you two are the cutest couple. I could see it from a mile away.”

“Oh—” Coriolanus’ eyes widened at the statement. The suggestion that you were his girlfriend made him blush ever so slightly.

“We’re just friends,” you beat him to a response.

The blonde shut his mouth, staring at you with a frown tugging at his lips. You were right. Of course you were right. But why did you saying that feel so weird? Like it shouldn’t have been the truth.

But it didn’t matter, Coryo determined, because you were his best friend and that was an unshakeable truth.

The girl’s smile turned into a bewildered frown at your response. “Oh… I could’ve sworn,” she said. “Well, anyway, you guys are cute regardless.”

She looked at Coryo, giving him a strange, knowing smile, before saying a quick goodbye and skating off.

Weird.

“That was funny,” you giggled next to Coryo, drawing his attention back to you. “Anyway, let’s go around the rink for a bit before it gets too late.”

And with that, you took Coryo’s hand and the girl’s statement was shoved down to the depths of his mind as you both skated around together.

In the late afternoon, you found yourselves sipping on hot cocoa inside the ice rink lodge, glad to be warming up next to the fireplace.

“Hey, Coryo?”

“Hm?” the boy hummed, blowing gently on his cocoa to cool it down some.

“Thank you for doing this with me today. I had a lot of fun,” you smiled softly at him, tracing the rim of your cocoa mug with your finger absently.

“Of course,” Coryo returned your smile. “I had fun too. I think I might even be a better skater than you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. “Whatever you say, Snow.”

Coriolanus chuckled before turning his attention back to his hot cocoa. He liked the way the heat from the mug warmed up his fingers. He took a sip once it had cooled down sufficiently, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

“I love you, Coryo,” you suddenly said. You said it softly, but there was definite sincerity in your voice.

Coryo swallowed quickly, pulling the mug from his face and looking back at you, eyes wide.

Love.

It was an unspoken word, a feeling that the two of you shared but had never voiced.

Coriolanus had complicated feelings towards the notion of love. He loved his cousin and Grandma’am, that much was true. But he had also loved his mother, and she had passed ten years ago.

In his eyes, love was a fickle thing that could be used against him. What was the point in loving someone if they were just going to leave and hurt him?

But looking at you, your hair and eyes lit up by the fire, Coriolanus knew. He loved you. He loved you with his entire being and he wasn’t afraid to tell you. In this moment, the fact that his love could hurt him didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you loved him and he loved you right back.

“I love you too,” Coriolanus said with conviction.

And he always would.

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series summary: You first met Coriolanus Snow when you were just kids, but as you grow together throughout the years the two of you learn to realize that maybe your feelings are more than that of just best friends.

or: A collection of stories of your friendship with modern!Coryo, and the love that blossoms from it.

Part 2: you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be

summary: You find out that Coryo is being bullied and assure him that your friendship is unwavering, despite what everyone else thinks.

pairing: female reader x modern!coriolanus snow

contains: bullying, minor descriptions of injury, minimal use of Y/N

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[Age 13]

You had always known that your best friend wasn’t as well off financially as yourself. He tried to hide it through his carefully combed hair and always spotless—although worn—clothes, but you could see how desperately Coriolanus tried to fit in with everyone else at school. How desperately he wanted to be acknowledged as someone other than the son of a man who had gambled away his family’s fortune. 

None of this mattered to you though. You always chose your friends based on forming a genuine connection with them, and this was no different with Coryo. With Coryo, you felt free to be yourself and say anything that was on your mind. You challenged each other, and knew each other better than anyone else. 

So no, you didn’t care that your friend was considered to be poor, though he frequently tried to hide this fact around you. He was your closest friend, and you couldn’t care less about what anyone else thought about his familial background.

Unfortunately for Coriolanus, a lot of other kids didn’t share your thoughts on him. In fact, many of them made their views known through frequent teasing when no one was watching at school. 

Coryo hid it well from you, brushing off your questions whenever you noticed something seemed wrong with him and carefully covering any bruises he received from physical altercations.

It wasn’t until you saw it with your own eyes that you found out about the bullying that had previously escaped your notice. 

The school day had ended and you were on your way to the exit after speaking with one of your teachers for a while, when you heard a crash resounding from one of the locker bays.

Ever the investigator, you couldn’t resist going to the source of the noise, but what you found when you reached it made you gasp in horror.

Some of your fellow classmates were all huddled around the lockers, cruel smirks on their faces and jeers coming from their mouths.

In front of them, pushed up against a locker was Coryo. His hair was a mess and his bag was thrown carelessly on the ground next to him as he struggled against the hold of one of your male classmates.

“Where’d you get that sweater, Snow?” one of the girls, Livia, teased. “Did your girl cousin give it to you?”

“Oh no, your pants ripped,” another one said. “Too bad you can’t afford another pair.”

Once you recovered from your initial shock at the sight, you stormed towards the group.

“What are you doing?” you seethed, fists clenched at your sides.

Looking at Coryo, you watched as the color seemed to drain from your face upon seeing you. It was as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Y/N,” he croaked out, making a futile attempt at pushing off the boy who was holding him in place.

“Oh, hey,” Livia quipped as if there was nothing wrong with the situation. “Just showing Snow his place here.”

“What’s wrong with you?” you snapped. You walked over to where Coryo was, fury evident in your voice as you addressed the boy holding him. “Let go, Urban. Now.”

Urban looked between you and the other girls before reluctantly loosening his grip and stepping back to give Coriolanus room. “We were just having fun,” he grumbled, looking at Coriolanus in disgust.

You pushed by Urban, not caring that you knocked his arm forcefully in the process.

“Coryo? Are you okay?” You pulled your friend into a hug, feeling the tension throughout him as he hugged you back weakly.

“I’m fine,” Coriolanus said quietly when you let go. He refused to look you in the eyes.

Your eyes roved over him then, checking for any signs of injury. When you looked down to his legs, your anger continued to boil when you saw the evident tear in his pants and his cut, bloodied knee below it.

“You’re hurt,” you exclaimed. You spun around, eyes full of rage as you looked at the others who were leaning nonchalantly against the wall.

“You hurt him.”

Livia, the apparent ringleader of the posse, stepped forward, arms crossed. 

“What’s the big deal?” she laughed. “You know Snow isn’t like us, like you. You should be spending your time with people who aren’t broke, parentless nobodies.”

Her words made you furious and it took all you had in you to not tackle her and give her a taste of her own medicine. 

It was then that Coriolanus called your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Leave it,” he said. “It’s not a big deal.”

Not a big deal? How could he possibly think that being ridiculed by his classmates wasn’t a big deal?

“You heard him,” Livia taunted. “It’s not a big deal, so why don’t you go home and—“

“You know what, Livia?” you cut her off, stepping towards her dangerously. “You’re wrong. I am nothing like you. I don’t bully other people to hide my own insecurities, and I don’t base someone’s worth on how much money they have. And Coryo is more important than you could ever imagine.

“But maybe you’re just doing this because you’re struggling with the fact that your father is having an affair with his coworker and you don’t know how to deal with the pain.”

It was as if everything was frozen in place as the words left your mouth. Even you were surprised that you had said all of that. 

You didn’t fully understand what the thing you said about Livia’s dad meant, having overheard your own parents talking about it, but it clearly had a huge effect on Livia.

Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open in shock. Her face turned the brightest shade of red you had ever seen on a person. 

Everyone else was also shocked into silence. Livia’s cronies stared at her in surprise, waiting in anticipation for what she would say next.

Coriolanus was also quiet, but he was looking at you in a mixture of awe and admiration. There was a glint in his eye that hadn’t been there moments before, and the corners of his lips were turned upwards ever so slightly. 

After flashing Coryo a soft, secret smile that the two of you often shared, you decided to take advantage of the silence and speak again.

“Listen here, Livia,” you started. “You and your friends here are going to leave Coryo alone for good. And if you don’t, I’m going to tell the principal about what happened, and you will be punished.”

You so badly wanted to report their actions as soon as possible, but part of you had some sympathy for Livia and her situation. Your empathy would not be tested a second time if they hurt your friend again though.

“Fine, whatever,” Livia choked out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

With that, she and her friends turned away without sparing a glance back at you and left, allowing you to give your full attention to Coryo.

Now that you were alone, embarrassment seemed to creep up on him. He avoided your gaze as his face began to flush a shade of pink. “I… should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he started to walk away, only slightly wincing at the pain of his knee.

You frowned and reached out to grab his arm. “Hey, wait. Coryo, you’re hurt. How did they do this to you?”

Coriolanus sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of the questioning easily. You always had the rare ability to get him to open up on topics he wished to avoid.

He shrugged halfheartedly, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “Urban just… kicked me around a little.”

Your frown deepened at the image. “Okay well, let me walk you home. You haven’t even stopped bleeding yet.” 

Coryo’s eyes widened, shaking his head quickly. “No,” he immediately shut down the suggestion. “It’s not that far away, and it doesn’t even hurt that much.”

You tilted your head to the side, fixing your friend with a serious expression. You could already tell he was lying about the pain level.

“Coriolanus Snow, half of the color has drained from your face,” you stated. “Besides, I’ve still never been to your house.”

You had met his cousin, Tigris, early on in your friendship and she had come along with Coryo several times to your house. In return, Tigris had invited you to the Snow residence on multiple occasions, but Coryo had always given you a reason why it was never a good time.

He had told you a plethora of excuses from his Grandma’am being sick to the house undergoing renovations, but you were always curious as to what your best friend’s place looked like.

“I really don’t think—” Coryo started, but then a sharp wave of pain appeared to wash over him and his injured knee buckled instinctively. 

You clicked your tongue, moving over to support him and starting to walk with him outside. “I’m taking you home. No arguments.”

Coriolanus let out a soft groan, but otherwise remained silent as he accepted his fate and allowed you to lead the way towards his house.

The walk was short and you knew the way as it was very close to your own house. Although you wanted to ask more questions about what had happened to him, you held your tongue and decided on leaving it alone until Coryo’s injury was bandaged up.

Upon reaching his house, you released your hold on him so that he could unlock the door. Once the two of you were inside, you took a moment to glance around. The place was very small compared to yours, and noticeably older. There were marks on the wall where the paint chipped off, and a lot of the furniture was faded and worn down. 

Despite this, it felt homey to you. It was very different from your place, but to you it was lovely.

“Okay,” Coriolanus said after a second. “I can handle myself from here. You should get home.”

You opened your mouth to protest—you had just arrived here after all—but a voice interrupted you.

“Y/N, hi!”

You and Coriolanus turned to see Tigris standing at the entrance. She smiled at you both until she looked down and saw the blood trickling down her cousin’s leg.

“Coryo, what happened?”

She rushed over to inspect the injury, kneeling down and peering at it worriedly.

“He—” you started.

“I tripped and fell on the stairs,” Coryo said quickly. He gave you a pointed look, urging you to go along with it.

Rolling your eyes, you nodded. That boy could be so stubborn sometimes.

“That seems so unlike you,” Tigris frowned, knowing her cousin was hardly ever clumsy. “No matter, we’ll get you all patched up.”

She went off to get a first aid kit and returned a moment later. She instructed you to stay while she took care of Coryo, and you couldn’t help but smirk in triumph at him. He glared back at you, but you both knew it held no malice.

Tigris sat you and Coryo down on a couch in the living room and set to work on his knee. You placed your hand on the boy’s shoulder sympathetically as an ointment was applied to the cut. It most likely stung, but Coryo remained stoic through the pain. 

Once a bandage had been applied, Tigris brought Coryo a different pair of pants to change into while she worked on repairing the torn ones.

Coryo returned to the living room after changing to see you looking through the photo album that lay on the coffee table.

“That was taken at the petting zoo,” he said fondly as he sat down next to you again. The photo you were looking at displayed a younger Coryo, Tigris, and their Grandma’am next to a donkey. “Tigris was really scared of the donkey for some reason. You can see tears in her eyes.”

You giggled as you heard Tigris call from another room, “Was not!”

“I don’t blame her. It was so much taller than her here,” you said.

“For the record, I was not scared of it,” Coryo added, causing you to laugh again. 

“Sure you weren’t, Coryo.”

Setting the photo album aside, you turned to your friend.

“Coryo, how come you never wanted me to come over here?”

The blonde sighed, nodding slightly like he had expected the question.

“I…,” he swallowed, looking around to make sure Tigris was no longer in hearing range. “I don’t know. I think I just feel embarrassed because it’s nowhere near as nice as yours.”

You shook your head. “I disagree. I think your house is great. It’s really cozy. My house might be bigger, but that doesn’t make it any nicer than yours.”

Coriolanus was quiet, contemplating his next words. 

“You know I don’t— My family can’t afford—”

“I know.” You nodded and took Coryo’s hands with your own. “Is this why you’ve never told me you’ve been getting bullied?”

Coriolanus nodded sheepishly. “I was afraid you would see that they’re right about me.”

“They’re not though,” you said earnestly. “They’re just narrow-minded and you shouldn’t listen to them. You’re strong, intelligent, and most of all you’re my friend and nothing is ever going to change that.” 

A smile crept onto Coryo’s face. He visibly relaxed upon hearing your reassurances. 

“That’s— I appreciate it, really. Thank you,” he said, eyes fond as he watched you.

“We’re a team, okay? We’ll always be there for each other,” you squeezed Coriolanus’ hands with your own.

“Yes,” Coriolanus promised. “Always.”

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Series Summary:

You first met Coriolanus Snow when you were just kids, but as you grow together throughout the years the two of you learn to realize that maybe your feelings are more than that of just best friends.

Or: A collection of stories of your friendship with modern!Coryo, and the love that blossoms from it.

(series in progress)

Part 1: i know that you feel me somehow

Part 2: you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be

Part 3: all i can taste is this moment