#coriolanus snow fluff

[milliesfishes]

Heyyyy girlyy, how have you been?

I know I haven’t requested anything in a long LONG time but if you’re still up for it, could you please do a very protective snow fic?🥺🥺 like one when he’s so protective of his wife and new born daughter when doing an interview or like a presidential something 🥺🥺 if that’s okay with you!!

<3 <3 <3 this took forever but luv youuuu <3

౨ৎ꣑ৎNEXT QUESTION, PLEASE౨ৎ꣑ৎ

꣑ৎcoriolanus is protective of you in an interview꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow large text version here!

Even though the door shut quietly, you still woke up, humming and stretching where you were laying on the sofa. Turning onto your side, you settled back in, still sleepy. It was late; you fell asleep in front of the television.

A warm palm found your face, and you leaned into it, half sure you were dreaming. When you opened your eyes, Coriolanus was there, watching you with soft eyes. "Sweetheart."

His hands were smooth. You had only ever known them as a place to rest your cheek. "Coryo."

The corner of his mouth tipped up. "You're tired."

"Mhm." Your eyes widened suddenly, and you struggled to sit up. "Your interview. I slept through it."

"Shh." He soothed you with a hand on your back, bringing you forward to rest on his shoulder. Before he came over, he must have removed his suit jacket. You twisted your arms around him and yawned into his neck. Coriolanus kissed the side of your head and smoothed his fingers up your back. "It's alright. You didn't miss anything.

"I meant to stay up for it," you said, brow furrowing.

He reached up to smooth it out. "I wouldn't want you to watch it anyways."

He must be tired too. His voice was heavier than usual, and his arms were tight around your middle. You pulled back, searching his eyes. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course." Even if it was a bandaid over a snake bite, he wouldn't let on. You squinted at him and he smoothed your hair, your eyes growing heavy again. "We'll talk about it later. After you've gotten more rest."

"You need rest," you repeated, and he chuckled lightly.

"Arms around my neck. Yes, just like that." He lifted you into his arms, adjusting the strap of your nightdress when it fell off your shoulder. "Just close your eyes. We're going to go to bed."

"I want to hear 'bout it," you insisted, fingering his collar. "Please?"

"In the morning," he promised, "I'll tell you everything you want to know." When he laid you down on the bed, you stretched out, arms falling above your head. "I'll be right back. Do you think you can manage getting under the covers?"

You giggled, nodding. "I can do it." Coriolanus left you with a kiss on the forehead and you wiggled up to tuck yourself in. Closing your eyes, it felt like seconds before the mattress dipped and he was arranging himself around you.

"I thought you'd fall asleep," he muttered into your hair.

"Waited for you."

"Very generous." Coriolanus latched his arm around your front. "Now will you rest?"

"Don't know why you want me to sleep," you mumbled, arching into him, stretching. "I don't even do anything."

"You do plenty. Exactly what I want you to do." He rubbed your side, and you slumped into your pillow. "Just rest, sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about."

It was easy to believe him.

When you got up to get your breakfast tray, he was still passed out. It was hard to get him to sleep at all, let alone for this long. Settling beside him in bed with your trays at the end, you leaned against the headboard with his newspaper. Knowing him, he would probably wake in a few minutes, so you would wait to eat.

Unfolding the paper, you smoothed it down on your lap, surveying the black and white pictures. One of Coriolanus caught your eye, and you traced your finger to the story. One about the interview, so the headline said. Perking up, you settled in and started reading. At least if you knew what he was being interviewed about, then you would know what questions to ask.

Skimming, you searched for anything that would allude to his mysterious mood last night. When you read your name, you stopped and began to read.

The president's wife is not-so-secretly a sore topic among many high profile Capitolites. Snow has been criticized for her seemingly inappropriate behavior at her few public appearances. Several of her peers in high society have disclosed her too-sunny behavior, as well as her charity work, deemed unclean and unnecessary.

You frowned, pausing and mentally skimming over your work from the past few months. Attending the new theater and donating a large sum to the performing arts department, re-visiting the animal shelter where you adopted Fish, announcing a grant for scholarships to the university. Was any of it inappropriate? You thought Coriolanus would have told you if it was. He was very concerned with public image. Shrugging, you kept reading.

The tipping point in the media came recently, when Mrs. Snow attended a gala alongside the president. An inside source mocked her public display of affection toward President Snow. She was holding his hand throughout the night, even leaning her head on his shoulder at one point. The insider claimed the couple left the room at one point and when they returned, her makeup was smudged. What were they doing while they were missing for nearly fifteen minutes? We may never know.

The source detailed Mrs. Snow's conversation throughout the night too, her unnecessary showing off. "She's trying to seem smart," they said, rolling their eyes. "It's pointless, really. We all know why President Snow married her-"

You put the paper down. There was a horrible gnawing feeling in your chest threatening to overtake the rest of you. Folding your legs into your chest, you tried to will the tears pricking your eyes away. Was this really what everyone thought of you? That you were an empty headed socialite who spent all of your husband's money? Sniffling, you hid your face in your knees.

When Coriolanus began to stir next to you, you gritted your teeth, hoping your eyes weren't red. The door creaked open, and you looked up in time to see Fish strut inside, making his way to your side of the bed. You petted him when he sprang up, silky fur grounding you. Fish had seen you cry the most out of anybody in your life, and he never made you feel bad for it.

Coriolanus reached across your thighs, rubbing you slightly as he sat up. "Good morning, darling." He smoothed his hair back, the messy wave you loved. You brushed your cheeks with your fingers, making sure there weren't any stray tears.

"Morning." You turned to face him on your side, smiling softly. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well." He cupped your cheek, looking over you like you were a goddess. "You?"

"Good." His pleased nod lit your candle. You pulled the covers over your shoulders, burrowing back into bed. "I'm sleepy still."

Sitting up against the headboard, Coriolanus opened his arm. "Come rest while we eat breakfast." He spotted the paper on your lap. "Were you reading that?"

"Uh, just a little." You shrugged, pushing it away. "Nothing good."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Anything about last night?"

"No!" Your answer came too quickly. Your husband reached for the paper, still open on the story about his interview.

He went quiet as he read, and you curled into yourself, face going hot. "It's nothing, Coryo. Nothing."

When he looked at you again, he was sharp. "How much of this did you read?" You folded your lips together and a fire lit in his eyes. "I have a call to make."

"Coryo." You sprang up, shaking your head. "It's fine."

"Nothing about this is fine." His voice could cut steel. "Printing lies about the president's wife when I specifically told them last night to cut the questions I refused to answer is punishable."

"They asked you about me?" You covered your cheeks with your hands, feeling too hot all of the sudden. It was mortifying, the thought of him being asked about you with the connotations the article implied.

He softened as he looked at you. "Sweetheart, it isn't your fault."

"Coryo, everything they said-"

"None of it is true. You know how the gossip rags are." He took your wrists, pulling your hands down. "You have done nothing wrong. People jump to conclusions and make things up because they're bored."

"Coryo, they talk about when we stepped out," you said, tears burning your eyes again. "They thought we were-"

"We know we weren't." He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. "You were overwhelmed, and you needed a few minutes. I won't let what people say stop us from doing it again."

"After all this time, I'm still not used to these events." You felt tired. "If people are going to think we're being crude when we step out, I'll just deal with it. If they think I'm spending all your money on bags and shoes or trying to get a tax break, then I'll stop going out."

"No, you won't." Coriolanus thumbed a tear that slipped down your cheek. "You aren't going to stop doing anything you love doing. We're going to keep moving."

"I don't know how to do this," you said, shaking your head and hiding your face in your hands. "Coryo, I don't want to ruin your reputation. I want to be a good First Lady."

"You are a good First Lady." He took your hands from your face. "Sweetheart, you've already done more than anybody before you."

"I'm embarrassing."

"You're charming. Enchanting." He took your face in his hands, kissing your forehead. "You make me look better. People vote for me because they see you next to me."

"I'm not a good person."

"You're the best person I know." Coriolanus palmed your cheek. "I won't let anybody in the world make you feel like that again." He searched your eyes, letting it sink in. "You have no idea how much you mean, my love."

Tears pricked your eyes again, and you leaned into his shoulder. Coriolanus held you, rubbing your back. "Don't worry about anything they say. I'll take care of it."

You didn't question it, even though maybe you should have. All that mattered right now was his arms around you, his promise echoing in your ears. Fish curled up at your feet, purring like a motor. There was no doubt in the love you were surrounded by.

"I'll protect you forever," he vowed, and you could hear his heart beating into your ear. A rose that would never stop blooming.

[lqveharrington]

Produce an Heir | C.S.

Summary: Forced into marriage and parenthood, Coriolanus defies the Capitol to protect his newborn daughter—choosing love over power. (Request found here!)

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x First Lady!reader

Includes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, your dad and grandmother snow being terrible people, angst, misogyny, Coriolanus becomes protective, threats, mentions of death, cursing, allusions of sex, baby claire (kinda followed request, but also not???)

a/n: going through all my requests rn!

For as long as you could remember, you and Coriolanus despised one another.

It started off small in elementary school. He took your fountain pen and never gave it back, making you take his flower pin his grandmother gave him. After that, it all tumbled down into a big game of constant hatred.

In the Academy, you became insightful on the math and science subjects while he focused on English and history. You would go back and forth on who was smarter, often times arguing like young kids that even Dean Highbottom would call you two children.

During your University years, your arguments become more frequent. The both of you were doing your best to please Dr. Gaul and her craziness that neither of you realized that Grandmother Snow and your father set you up for an arranged marriage.

It felt like hell when they told you.

You knew very well that Coriolanus could have any woman in the Capitol and that any man would be lucky to have you as their wife, but you wanted to focus on your studies and become a doctor—not a man’s wife. Especially not Coriolanus Snow’s wife.

Unfortunately, the cards fell in your father’s favor and the two of you wed. Soon after, Coriolanus became the youngest president in the history of Panem. From then on, you had to plaster on a practiced smile and pretend to love Coriolanus for the cameras. And he did as well.

To the world, your relationship was picture perfect.

Behind closed doors, you wouldn’t even talk to one another.

You would eat together at the long dining table but never spoke. It was completely silent like an invisible wall separated the two of you.

The only time you only ever tolerated each other at home was when you were both… frustrated and needed a way to relax. But the next morning, even though you had gotten along well, the night’s activities would be forgotten and you would go back to silent treatment.

Well up until his Grandmother had enough of you not bearing a young Snow.

“Dear, how long has it been since you’ve been married to this young woman?” She would say to Coriolanus with a hint of frustration.

The both of you would sit on the long couch, far from each other while she paced back and forth between the space. She detested the tension, but it was partially her doing anyhow.

“For one year and six months, Grandma’am.” He would respond, sipping his tea and staring at her with boredom.

She huffed at his response before turning to you, “And how long has it been since my grandson has been president?”

“For one year and six months.” You stared at her with folded hands, not daring to meet your husband’s strong gaze as you spoke. “I expect him to stay in Presidency for the rest of his life, Grandma’am.”

“I expect that as well, dear.” She stilled and rested her hands on her cane, standing in the center of the room. “In that case, I’m—the public and future of the Snow name—is in need of an heir.”

Coriolanus choked on his tea and your eyes widened in shock, Grandmother Snow daring the two of you to defy her wishes with one single look.

In theory, the mixture of you and Coriolanus seemed absolutely perfect. In your eyes, it seemed quite horrid and it appeared Coriolanus agreed as well when he met your eyes with the same irritation for his Grandmother.

“Oh, you’re both adults, and everyone in this room knows you get along well with each other when alone.” She waved a dismissive hand around and bit back a smirk when your face and Coriolanus’ burned bright crimson. “You always knew it was expected of you in the end.”

And expected it became.

A few weeks later, you announced to the public that you were bearing Coriolanus’ child. The Capitol rejoiced at the news and it felt like the only thing they could talk about was the new Snow child.

They all believed it was a boy since a girl would never ascend to become president in their eyes. The gender became the hottest topic in any room you walked into. However, the gent of the baby was something both you and Coriolanus decided not to find out until the day your child was born.

Everyone awaited to know what the gender of the Snow child was as you got closer and closer to the due date. There were people who even tried to pretend to be a doctor to try and find the gender out, but no one heard anything. Not even the slightest hint.

On the day of your child’s birth, it was only you, Coriolanus, and the assigned doctors and nurses to aid you. Not even Tigris or Grandma’am was allowed. The cries of your baby filled the room as the doctor did one last check before handing her to you.

The Snow heir was a girl.

You pressed your cheek on the top of your baby as she quieted down in your arms, one finger tucked in her tiny hand and your free hand in Coriolanus’.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” You murmur softly and listen to her gentle breathing. “The world is going to absolutely go crazy over you.”

She squirmed in your arms, incoherent noises spilling from her mouth.

“No, I don’t know if they’ll be happy or not.” You say to her, answering like she had asked a question. “But I certainly am in love with you.”

Coriolanus watched you both, his eyes softening at the sight of his newborn daughter and wife. Never in his life did he think he would have a child with you, yet here you were, speaking to your daughter mere moments after she was born.

“She has your eyes, Coriolanus.” You look over at your husband, your own eyes filled with exhaustion.

He nodded and took his daughter from you gently, wanting to let you rest even for a second. Coriolanus held the bundle close to his chest and smile softly at his daughter, “Your mother is right, darling. The world will be crazy over you.”

She babbled something to him before nuzzling into his chest, falling asleep just like you did. He slowly sat in the chair beside the bed and started at the small family he was forced to create, mind instantly wandering toward the public’s opinion.

For as long as you and Coriolanus could, you kept the gender of your dear daughter a secret. Only those who lived in the house knew of the gender. You even hid it from both your families until the counsel and cabinet began demanding answers from the both of you—coming to your house without warning.

“Word has gotten out your child has been born, Coriolanus. The public demands a viewing and answer.” One of the men pounded on the Presidential Manor door, the other voices agreeing from the back.

You stood at the back of the foyer with Claire in your arms, gently rocking her up and down as Coriolanus and the peacekeepers spoke. You knew they were going to find out about your daughter sooner or later, but the force they were using seemed cruel and unnecessary.

“You need to go upstairs to our bedroom.” Coriolanus went up to you as the peacekeepers dispersed, his hands coming down to your shoulders. “Keep the doors locked—“

The both of you turned slowly to the doors when you heard a key enter the slot, the voices of the men hushed now as the door slowly opened to reveal Grandma’am with one of the master keys.

You glared at the woman as the men entered the manor, voices rising as they saw you turn your body away to shield your child from their prying gaze.

Coriolanus stepped toward the men in disappointment and annoyance, making a mental note to change every person in the counsel and cabinet later. “You cannot just come to my home and demand answers.”

“We can if the president refuses to give out information that would benefit the public’s knowledge.” A voice piped from the sea of men, quieting when Coriolanus glared.

“Coryo, is it a boy or not?” Grandma’am looked past Coriolanus, catching the glint of your child’s blanket wrapped around her tiny body. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Roars of disappointment and anger came from the men surrounding Coriolanus as they heard Grandmother Snow. They began complaining about what the Capitol might think and how it was his fault for not determining the gender sooner in hopes of starting over.

Your baby began to fuss at all the noise, her quiet cries filling the already loud room. You stepped backwards and whispered reassurances to her while keeping an eye on the men who seemed so keen to take her from your arms.

“Here’s an idea: why don’t you tell the press the baby has died and start the process all over again.” A crude man, who looked like he was too old to even function properly, hollered from the back. “Hide the young girl. God knows a woman could never be President in this country.”

Your eyes harden at the man’s words, glaring at him as tears began to well up in your eyes. Your daughter didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, she was probably already more competent than half the men standing in front of you.

Claire, sensing your distress, grabbed your hanging necklace and babbled something to you. Although she was still fussy and upset, she wanted to comfort you.

Coriolanus shook his head at the men and his Grandmother as they spewed horrid ideas. You had just given birth and they already expected you to get pregnant again just so a boy could be born into the Snow name.

He became slightly panicked when Grandma’am approached you to try and grab the baby.

“Coriolanus,” You whispered to him as he stepped closer to you. “Please, don’t let anyone take her.”

He looked back at you and saw his family standing together—scared of what would happen to their peace they once had in their home. Coriolanus never thought it would happen in his life; Loving you. It came as soon as he saw the love and care you had for Claire. He didn’t know he could even love you, nevertheless the child you both brought into the world.

In his eyes, controlling Panem was true power, but the small family he created before him was something he could never replace with that power.

“All of you, get back and give us space to fucking breathe.” Coriolanus spoke coolly, watching the men twist their face in shock before stepping back, his grandmother stepping back as well at his rude language. “My wife and I will not be hiding our daughter, nor will we announce to the public that she has died.”

The men stared at him, half frustrated and half surprised at Coriolanus’ initiative.

“You cannot expect my wife to bear another child mere days after she has just given birth. And it isn’t up to a group of grown men to tell us—her—that she needs to bear a son. It’s up to her whether or not she wishes to have another child.” Coriolanus moved to stand beside you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you so much for coming to my home unannounced, but unfortunately you will have to leave the premises before my peacekeepers are forced to find another way to get you off my property.”

They all grumbled and slowly shuffled toward the door before Coriolanus spoke again.

“Oh, and you’re all fired.”

You stifle a laugh as the men looked over at your husband like he was crazy, complaints filling the air before they were silenced at the sight of several guns pointed at their bodies from your peacekeepers.

“You didn’t have to fire them.” You murmur to Coriolanus as the last man exited the building.

“They were old. They don’t realize that a woman can ascend to presidency.” He pressed a muted kiss to the top of your head before turning his attention to his Grandmother. “How dare you let those men in?”

“Excuse me?”

Coriolanus narrowed his eyes at her, “You are not allowed back into my house for as long as I live. Do you know what kind of sick and twisted behavior those men possess? Letting them into my house—my manor— because you demanded answers isn’t doing justice to the Snow name.”

Grandma’am stared at her grandson with welling tears, hand over her mouth in shock. “You have no right to yell at me—“

“You had no right to come into my home where my wife and daughter lives. You put them at risk of death.” He took the keys from his Grandmother and threw them at a table. “Leave me and my family alone.”

She sobered up and glared before leaving the house, muttering something about raising him as a child.

You watched her leave a small smile on your face, Claire babbling something like she sensed your smile. Coriolanus turned back to face you and raised an eyebrow at your smile, silently questioning the look.

“She’s always disliked me even when she arranged our marriage.” You shrug. “Good to see her told off by her baby grandchild.”

He rolled his eyes in amusement before looking down at Claire, rubbing his knuckle against her soft cheek. “No one will hurt you, sweet girl. We promise.”

Your gaze softens as Claire leans into her father’s touch, your heart beating for the man you swore you would never love. Her parents might not have loved each other at the start, but thought of both of them protecting their daughter was enough love to fill in the void.

As years passed, genuine affection and love blossomed from you and Coriolanus. The men who once scolded your family were gone and replaced by younger, more open men and women. Grandma’am never stepped foot into the Presidential Manor again and never showed her face in public, forever shamed by Coriolanus.

And your daughter? She became Panem’s sweetheart, along with her younger brother.

You and Coriolanus were always forced to make decisions by every single person, but truly, your daughter was always favored in these choices. Because in the end, it was her birth that led her parents to be truthful and love one another.

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[darknight3904]

It Burns For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears

A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.

"I already ate it." He lied

"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.

"Is it your first day?" He asks

"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said

Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.

You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words

"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.

"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.

"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said

Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.

"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "

And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.

"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.

Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.

He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.

"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds

"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.

"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says

"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks

He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."

His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.

"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."

Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.

He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,

"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"

He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.

Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.

"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking

You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.

"What're you doing?" You ask quietly

"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.

The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.

"Coryo...what was that?" You ask

"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip

"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask

"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."

Part 2 is out now!

Series Masterlist

[ervotica]

please don’t go, i love you so

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey

note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!

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Coriolanus is possessive.

It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.

It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.

It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.

He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.

There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.

You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”

His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.

“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.

He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.

“Nothing. I have you.”

“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”

He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.

“Coryo,” you pant.

“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.

“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.

You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”

The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.

“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”

“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”

“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.

“Wanna show me just where you belong?”

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CORIOLANUS SNOW PLINKS

these links will contain p*rn

18+ ONLY

coryo sees you at the covey and knows he has to have you

you told best friend! coryo you needed him, but never specified for what

popping academy! coryo’s cherry

coryo fucking his best friend as soon as he returns from his peacekeeper era

you’re sejanus’s younger sister and coryo just can’t help it anymore

modern! coryo

young president! coryo; you’re livia’s best friend and coryo has always had a thing for you

you’re sejanus’s younger sister and coryo just can’t get enough of you

coryo just can’t choose who he wants…

you’re young president! coryo’s secretary and he calls you in after an important meeting

you’re young president! coryos clueless little wife who can’t seem to read when men are flirting with you

coryo always gets what he wants; and he wants you

virgin academy! coryo x experienced best friend

you’re late on your payment again and dealer! coryo isn’t having it anymore

dealer! coryo x sweetheart girl who buys from him for her friends

[ghostfacd]

IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HE’S A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him

AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!

tomblyth “babe, do you think we’re together in every universe?” is that even a question?

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ynuser stoppp i didn’t know youd actually take the question seriously

user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god

user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways

user3 ugh idk what he’s doing with her lol he could do so much better

➥ user4 well someone had to say it..

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You didn’t understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didn’t make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who weren’t scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.

It’s ironic; you think. They’re claiming they’re looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those weren’t real fans.

The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.

Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.

You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.

Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.

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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and that’s all that matters

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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her

user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS

user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER 🥹🥹

tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth

rachelzegler tell ‘em 🙊

user8 she doesn’t even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol

➥ ynuser I’m right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you “lol”

➥ user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8

tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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user10 the way he’s so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single

user11 “they’re not even that cute” STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??

user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN 🫵🫵

ilovetomblyth he’s so boyfriend it actually hurts

user13 yn must’ve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg

ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!

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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too

➥ ynuser you’re gonna get me CANCELLED

user14 literal unbothered icon i love her

user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio “he chose me he don’t want you”

iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY

lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona 😻

➥ user16 lmao stop who’s the admin of lionsgate

user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot

tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso

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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth

user18 ok who’s cutting onions

user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS

➥ user20 YELL IT HARDER SISTER 👐👐👐

user21 this is so dark academica im inlove with u guys

user22 parentssss

rachelzegler my favorites

ynuser SNOW LANDS ON TOP LOSERS

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tomblyth yn, i love you but

➥ user23 LMFAOO when he doesn’t finish his sentence

user24 the second pic thank u yn

joshandresrivera on top of u maybe

➥ user25 IM DYING OML

user26 thank you to lionsgate for casting the most hottest villain couple ever

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Imagine how distraught snow would be if his wife had a really rough time giving birth to their child where she’s coming in and out of conscience and there’s blood and he’s terrified she won’t make it like his mother leading to him hating the baby for a little bc of how badly his wife was recovering sorry for the angst! Ignore this if uncomfortable <3

forever winter |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested, troubles with child birth leaves coriolanus very cold towards your son.

contains: angst. mentions of parental death, blood, complications during birth. darkish coriolanus. kinda fluffy-ish end?

Coriolanus knew the horrors of childbirth. He knew the dangers, the risks. He’d seen the blank stares of a new mother rocking her baby, eyes blank and distant like she’d been through war. He’d heard the solemn whispers in a dim room, quiet and hushed, darting eyes that looked everywhere but the casket- sometimes two. His own mother had been torn from his grasp at a young age because of it, and for a while, he was sure he’d never let his own wife experience it. 

Then he met you. 

You who lit his world up from the inside out, who he rose only each day to see- to love. You who cradled a baby at your engagement announcement, a friend’s newborn, held him so naturally and delicately that it ignited something inside Coriolanus. He wanted a dozen babies with you, he decided at that moment that he’d do anything to make it happen. 

You’d blossomed so naturally, swelled up overnight. Round belly and a glowing demeanor- it was addictive to Coriolanus. How he’d brag, boast proudly to anyone who’d hear it- his wife pregnant, he couldn’t be happier. 

All those fears, worries, were replaced with new ones. Horror stories about infants, toddlers. His own consuming thoughts about being a father. The idea of childbirth was nothing but a fading thought to him. That had been in the war, technology was better, he was in a better place. Your father had ensured his darling daughter would have the best of the best- you always did. The best doctors, the best birthing suite, the best nursery- the best. 

But money couldn’t buy your own body betraying itself at birth. It didn’t stop the bleeding, the paling of your skin as you fluttered in and out of consciousness. 

You’d grunted like an animal, tearing yourself into two for hours, cursing Coriolanus’ name, begging him to make it stop, crushing his hands with your legs up in the stirrups, pushing your baby out. 

Coriolanus was in awe of you, though he’d never get the chance to tell you. How you’d willed yourself to hurt yourself, inflict that selfless pain to bring life into the world. It was positively poetic. 

He’d been so overjoyed hearing your babies gargled cry, the nurses announcing its gender- his gender. His son. A boy. A beautiful boy, wailing and delicate and covered in matter that Coriolanus didn’t even care about when he held him close to his own chest. 

“What is it, Coryo?” You muttered, eyes drooping, chest heaving with aftershocks of pain from the birth. 

“A boy, my love.” Coryo’s eyes shone with tears, lips pressing together to conceal it. “It’s a boy. Our boy, my darling.” 

“A boy…” Your speech was slurred, head lolling back onto the pillow. 

Coriolanus noticed for the first time how still the room had become, his son’s wailing the only sound. The nurses and doctors, once chipper and gleeful, now bearing a sickly paleness to their face, eerily quiet. 

“What? What’s wrong?” Coriolanus snapped, eyes wide, frantic, bouncing around the room. “What’s happening?” 

“We-We can’t find-” The doctor’s voice shook, ducked between your legs in a pile of crimson. Coriolanus’ stomach turned violently. 

“She’s bleeding. We-We can’t find where the bleeding is.” The nurse whispered. 

“What?” Coriolanus snapped. “Bleeding? H-How can she- Find it!” The baby wailed over the sound of Coriolanus’ demanding barks. 

“President Snow, we-we’re trying our best-” 

“-Try harder.” Coriolanus sneered, clutching the baby closer to his chest. “If anything happens to my wife, I will single handedly ensure your bloodline ends with you. Each of you will know what it feels like to lose your family too if you lose her.” He spat, sending the nurses and doctors into a fearful frenzy. 

The newborn wailed, doctors shouted, and Coriolanus’ ears rang, his chest too tight, painfully tight. He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t survive that loss. His eyes fell to the screeching baby beneath him, scrunched face and wailing gums. How was he to raise this baby without you? 

Anger boiled through his chest at the sight of his son- his fault. A cowering nurse, frozen in shaking fear in the corner, watched him carefully as he stormed towards her. “Take this.” Coriolanus sneered, shoving the baby in her arms. 

He hated the feeling, the helplessness that consumed him as he stood, wide eyed and shaking hands he clenched into fists. 

Somewhere, somehow, the doctor found the bleeding, stopping it with a triumphant cry. “Get the blood, get the blood!” He shouted, head hooked over his shoulder. “Infuse it now!” 

Coriolanus wasn’t sure he could remember how to breathe. Memories of the two of your: the moment you met, the first date, his shaking hands asking for yours in marriage, the way you beamed under your veil at the altar, the same glow that you had when you told him you were pregnant. It could all be gone so easily. Had his father felt this way? So helpless? 

Maybe that’s why he’d been so hardened and resentful, so he’d never feel attached- never allow himself to feel so helpless. 

Coriolanus decided he couldn’t blame him, sitting in this chair, watching as you rested. The doctor said there’d be a lot of that in the coming hours. That you’d gone through trauma and you needed time. He wanted to rip you from the bed, shake you until you awoke and told him you were ok. He needed to hear it, maddenned himself with the need for it. 

Instead, he sat. 

Coryo sent the baby out to the nursery. He knew your parents, Tigris, everyone waiting would be thrilled to see the baby boy. Coryo just couldn’t muster the feigned excitement now. The site of his own son made his stomach turn, fear soaked repulsion settled deep in the pitt of his own core. 

Somewhere in the night, you awoke. A rustling and a groan that had Coriolanus snapping out of his dazed sleep, head tucked to his shoulder, slumped in the chair beside your bed. 

“Don’t move.” Coryo commanded, eyes a kind of bright, frantic wide that had you stilling. 

Your throat burned, head dizzy with the medicine they’d pumped into your system. Coriolanus’ hands shook as he brought you the water, hand cupping your jaw gently to feed it to you. You blinked, bleary with confusion. “You’re alright, my love.” Coriolanus' heart swelled, suffocatingly in his own chest. You were alright. 

“Coryo,” You croaked, throat tight, rasping from before, you were sure. You remembered the birth, most of it anyways, the blurry memory of your baby in Coryo’s arms before your memory failed. “The-The baby… Is he alright? W-Where’s my baby?” 

“He’s with your parents, my love.” Coriolanus’ hand smoothes down your matted hair, sticky with dried sweat. “Nevermind him. How are you? Is anything wrong? Do you need anything? I-I’ll call for the nurse.” 

You shook your head, looking around the room. The sheets were clean, your gown clean, but you felt an achy soreness splitting you in half. “What happened?” 

Coriolanus felt the lump in his throat grow, strangling his words in his throat. “Y-You had some complications, darling.” He swallowed the burn of his own tears down in his throat. “You were bleeding but they stopped it.” 

You blinked, unmoving, soaking in the details of your injury. Coriolanus watched you with a studying glare, eyes scanning for any tiny, minor infliction that something was wrong. “Is-Is the baby ok?” You whispered, eyes shining with fear when you met his gaze. 

“The baby’s fine.” Coryo snapped, harsher than he meant to. It alarmed you, your eyes snapping to his carefully. He took a deep breath, holding your hand carefully into his own, thumb running over your knuckles. 

“He’s fine.” Coryo said, softer this time. “I need to know how you are. What do you need from me, my love? What can I do to make it better?” 

You squeezed his hand lightly, your strength weaker than normal. It made Coriolanus’ spine tingle with shooting chills of concern. “I want to see my baby.” You whispered, head leaning against Coryo’s shoulder. 

“No,” Coriolanus shook his head furiously. “No, you-you need to rest, and-and not be bothered by the baby-” 

“-Coryo,” Your eyes rounded, so pitifully pleading Coriolanus would have walked through fire for you if you asked him to. “Please? I just want to see our baby.” 

And how could he say no? He couldn’t, so instead, Coriolanus called the nurse in. Your parents, proud grandparents, holding the baby, tutting over you. Everyone flitting about the birthing room, Tigris even gleaming with joy at the birth of her nephew. All except Coriolanus, who watched in the corner of the room, a stoic look on his face. 

You looked positively radiant, glowing with joy as you held your son. As if that baby hadn’t nearly killed you, Coriolanus wanted to scream the reminder to you, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t dare upset you, risk upsetting you in front of your family. 

“Coriolanus,” Tigris’ soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, brought him away from his own sinking, heavy feelings of disappointment. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, Tigris.” Coryo’s voice was tight, firm and forced, like the look of awkward contentment he tried to paint across his features. 

“You… You haven’t held your son.” Tigris hesitated, voice dropping softly so the others wouldn’t overhear. 

“I don’t wish to hold him right now.” Coriolanus sneered. 

“He is your son, Coriolanus.” Tigris hissed, her voice dropping to a low hush in the room, terrified you or the others might hear. 

“And he almost killed her.” Coryo’s eyes flashed to Tigris’ in horrified rage. “Nearly fated her as my sister did my mother, and if you think for one second I am to be happy at that, then you are-” 

“-Coryo,” Your voice croaked, still weak and tired. It made his heart lurch, attention on you in a second, already walking towards your bedside. 

“Yes, my love? What do you need?” Coriolanus muttered. Normally, he’d be embarrassed, showing such affection especially in front of your parents, but he hoped they’d pardon his vulnerability in the moment, given the circumstances. 

“Look at him,” Your eyes shone with love, pure adoration, as if you weren’t cradling the very thing that almost killed you. It made Coryo sick. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” 

Coriolanus looked down at the small newborn, wrapped in swaddles, eyes closed and lips twitching with the faintest whimper of a cry. He looked so much like you, so much like himself- the perfect blend of the two of you taking your lips but Coriolanus’ nose. 

His heart swelled with pride before he could help it, lips curling in a half smile. He’d grown weak, Coriolanus decided, softened by you and your love. He should be disgusted by the baby, despise him and reject him like an animal in the wild would. But he couldn’t bring himself to it. 

“A fine young boy.” Your father boasted, nodding proudly. “The two of you should be very proud.” 

“Yes,” Coryo swallowed around the lump in his throat. You leaned into his touch, shifting the baby so he could better see him. 

“Any idea on the name?” Your mother hummed, moving beside you. 

“I still think Cyrene would be fitting.” You’re beaming, beautiful and proud when you meet Coriolanus’ gaze. “What do you think, Coryo?” 

“Yes,” Coryo nodded. “I think that would be a fine name.” 

“Cyrene Snow,” You cooed, pressing your nose to the baby’s, pressing a gentle kiss there. Your eyes brimmed with tears when you met Coriolanus’ gaze. “Do you want to hold him, darling?” 

“Are you getting tired?” Coryo watched you carefully. “Do you feel alright?” 

“Yes,” You nodded. “I don’t want to hog the baby. Want you to have a chance too, darling.” 

“That’s alright.” Coryo shook his head politely, suddenly very aware of your parents and Tigris’ gaze on him. “You hold him, my love.” 

You frowned lightly. You knew something was off with Coryo, the tightness in his tone, lips falling in a flat line. You waited until later, when Cyrene lay in his bassinet, your family all gone for the night, just you and Coryo in the birthing suite. 

“Why will you not hold him?” You asked through the still darkness. Coriolanus' eyes snapped to yours fiercely, startled by your tone. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Our baby.” You groaned when you sat up, Coryo rushing to your side. 

“You need to be careful-” 

“-You won’t hold him, Coriolanus.” You gripped his arm, eyes shining in something new- something Coryo wasn’t certain of, but it made his stomach twist. “Why?” 

Coriolanus swallowed, the lump in his throat suffocating him. “The last time I held him,” Coryo’s voice was soft, rasping in the quiet room, barely above a whisper. “You nearly died.” 

The room was still, far too still for either of you to find comfort. A harsh, shocking truth for the both of you, sickening and cruel. Your near damned fated reality, Coriolanus’ worst fears, the peaceful baby resting in the bassinet besides the two of you. 

Pressed into the side of your hospital bed, Coriolanus held you carefully, a stilled reminder that you were still there, that you hadn’t left him. The icy wall he’d built high for his son melted with every soft coo and whisper you gave him, a reminder that you were still with him and would be. 

When Coryo finally held Cyrene again, when he’d stirred awake and you were asleep, he turned to the window overlooking Panem’s Capitol, eyes shining with tears- of regret, joy, pain? Even Coryo wasn’t sure, but he rocked his son to sleep carefully, promising him that one day, he’d have what Coryo had. That he wouldn’t leave him the way his father had, that he’d keep him safe, teach him how to keep you safe.

[lucilleslore]

powerful and cold president! coriolanus who is feared by the rest of his colleagues until one day his wife visits him at work and she’s all sunshine and rainbows basically the exact opposite and she plops right down into his lap and everyone is like ???????? bc they forget snow has a private life and would’ve never expected him to allow- let alone welcome- something like that and the whole rest of the time his wife is there everyone’s just ogling at them bc it’s their first time seeing snow actually enjoy someone else’s presence

i love this concept!!

like imagine being more naive and innocent so you never really catch on to the stares that you get when you go visit coryo at work!! i could see you always trying new things - trying to find the hobby that suits you and will fill up all your free time since coryo wants you to be his pretty little housewife <3 - and somehow you stumble on baking.

you try lots of different things but always seem to mess up on cookies! each time you bring them to coryo in his office though he’ll eat as many as he can get through and pretend they’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. it’s not hard given his past; food is food to him. he just wants you to be happy so he’ll play along and has you believing your the best cook on the planet. one day one of his coworkers managed to snag one off of the plate and coryo watched as he spat it out everywhere and is like mr president these taste like trash?? let’s say he didn’t last long at his job after that.

but imagine how excited you’d be when you finally, finally get it right! you know yourself that they’re the best you’ve ever made and you have to get them to coryo as soon as possible so they’re still warm. and in you go in your pretty little sundress with your baked goods and coryo is just so uncharacteristically smiley because of how excited and pleased you are. sits you up on his desk in front of him and listens to you ramble on about what you did differently this time and what you’ll try next! in between bites of his cookies he’s pressing kisses to your knuckles and everyone is just watching through the glass at the phenomenon that is president coriolanus snow with his love <3