pairing: yandere!coriolanus snow x everdeen!reader
summary: itâs the things we love the most that destroy us.
warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, implied murder, violence, delusion, possessive!snow(as in VERY possessive) unhealthy relationships, superiority complex, narcissistic tendencies.
a/n: I love Lucy gray okay? but she didnât exist in this! Just for the plot btw. also more yandere tbosas characters to come!
Coriolanus liked to think that he was always on top. Snows were, after all, very prominent. That was what was keeping him going in life. His name.
This mentorship would be the key to his future. He had already decided he wanted to be the President of Panem, another way for him to gain control.
He first notices you at the reaping. Not physically. But itâs programmed live, so everyone could see. You stood out. Maybe not on purpose, but to him you did.
âDistrict 12 Girl is Y/N Everdeen.â
The Mayor looked smug. You look over to a smug redhead. He wondered what past you shared with her. And you stood tall and confident. You kept your expression the same as you walk.
The redhead screamed, as the mayor called for help. That was revenge. But you didnât do anything else, as you stood, the Mayor slapped you so hard you were off of your knees.
But you made no reaction as you stood back up, giving the mayor a warm smile as he was taken away. This was your opportunity, sure. You went over to the mic simply said,âThank you, hope you enjoyed the show!â
Stepping back, You bowed, and added,âI hope youâll enjoy my show just as much as I do!â You acted as if the audience was cheering, but it was silence.
The Peacekeepers shove you inside as Jessup is announced as the District 12 Male. You shake hands and thatâs one of the last moments of the reaping he sees of you.
To be honest, receiving District 12 was a slap to the face. It was the small, joke district. It was clear Dean Highbottom had something against him, giving it to him on purpose.
In fairness, Coriolanus had made fun of him with friends behind his back, but still. It wasnât fair. His petty resentment shouldnât intertwine with his work.
But, you had some sort of gift. One heâd use to his advantage when it came to winning the games. And clearly, people liked you.
âIâll have to admit, Coriolanus, youâve gotten lucky, His fellow classmate, Hilarius teased. âI have, He replied proudly, having placed his plate next to Clemensia, He spots pie and immediately goes after it.
He hadnât had Apple Pie in quite some time. The thought of it made his stomach growl. When all of a sudden, Dean Highbottom placed a bogger slice on his plate.âOh, take a big one. Growing boy like you can handle it.â
Coriolanus grins at him. Thank you, sir. I can always find room for pie.â The Dean responds, âYes, pleasures are never hard to accommodate, No one would know better than I.â
He never liked Dean Highbottom. He probably only had his position due to his fame of creating the hunger games.
The conversation sent chills down Coriolanusâ spine when Dean Highbottom spoke the words,âLook at you, in your makeshift shirt and your too-tight shoes, trying to hold it together. Strutting around the Capitol, when I doubt the Snows have a pot to piss in. Even with a prize, it would be a stretch, and you donât yet have one, do you? What then, I wonder, would happen to you? What then?â
The next morning, Coriolanus stood at the Train Station. After hearing about the arrival of the tributes, he felt it was best to see you personally. A start that most hadnât jumped to.
This made him feel more confident. And in his hand was a white rose, one from his grandmotherâs garden. It was Tigris who suggested bringing a gift. And his cousin was never wrong, most of the time at least.
The train was a bit late but when you arrived, didnât run per se, but rushed over to you, rose in hand. âWelcome to the Capitol, He greeted you.
You look up at him.âYou shouldnât be here, well, you donât look like you do.â âI probably shouldnât, He admits. You laugh a little, but arenât scared. You donât trust him right away of course.
âSo then, Whatâs a Capitol boy like you doing around here? You ask, eyeing his clothing. âIâm your mentor, He said.âAnd I wanted to know you without the Capitol.â
âHm, a rebel, You teased, taking the rose from him.âDoes everyone have a mentor?â âYes, but the others are waiting I suppose, He winked.
Coriolanus was intrigued. You were a bit more bold and confident than he expected. But the reaping showed a little bit of that.
âWhat does my mentor do besides bringing roses? You joke. âI do my best to take care of you, He said.âCoriolanus Snow.â
âIâm sure, if youâre my mentor, you know my name, but I like yours, You compliment.âAnd good luck, by the way. A lot of people donât like me. Might try to kill you too.â
It was a clear joke, but Coriolanus was still puzzled. How could anyone hate you? You werenât dangerous by any means, and the confidence you had became attractive to him, almost.
You expect to go on by yourself, but Coriolanus joins beside you, being shoved into the platform. He did so much for you, and maybe you shouldâve done more. Then, you saved his life. Out of oath and a sense of guilt. And the fact you wanted to help people, not do the opposite.
Eventually, The games ended. And while Coriolanus was certainly relieved. Dean Highbottom found out about his little favor to help you win.
He just had to see you one last time. To say that he had grown infatuated was an understatement. You just were very charming, and sweet. Naive, even. Maybe not from your eyes, but his? Definitely.
âAre you okay? You ask.âYou seemed urgent when you asked to meet up.â It was secret, just like your relationship.
âTheyâre punishing me, He said.âI donât know if Iâll see you again. I cheated to help you win.â âI wouldâve done the same, Coryo, You remind him.âBesides, I owe you. Whatâs your punishment?â
He could either lie, or tell you the truth. See, he always felt like you needed to be saved by him. He was superior, in a way. Of course he loved you, but he wanted to protect you too.
âIâm going to be a Peacekeeper for 20 years, He admits.âProtocol, but at least I wonât suffer humiliation.â
You chuckle.âI know, Coryo. Iâd rather suffer humiliation than be a Peacekeeper. Will I see you again?â He replied,âI donât know.â
But when you kiss him, it feel incredible. You loved him so. And from your eyes, he loved you too, yet it didnât change your confidence and boldness.
He was well aware that you wouldâve stood up for whatâs right. You were an Everdeen. A family of that, according to you.
But truthfully, he insisted on district 12. âWell, theyâre sending me back too, Coryo, You tell him.âMight pick up on more jobs to survive.â
He kissed you roughly one last time. Even though he was sure heâd see you again. Maybe without your knowledge.
When you came home, you did as you said. You picked up on more jobs. And when he first was there began following you, more like stalking you, but he was protective of you, his girl, heâd say to himself.
He didnât want anyone else to have you. And he knew his silly infatuation became an Obsession. But this wasnât new. Not in the slightest.
You began singing a little at the Hob, alongside the Covey, a group of musicians. You didnât sing too much, he notices.
But when you did sing, you sang beautifully. You always sang what you felt. And he admired it. One night, however, you noticed him. But made a small reaction, turning back to the song.
When you ended, you rushed over.âCoryo. Didnât expect to see you here.â âSurprised? He teased. âA little, You admit.âBut, I knew you would. It wasnât too much of a surprise. Nice buzz cut.â
He laughed, your fingers brushing over his shaved head. Heâd miss his curls, but theyâd return. âWhereâs Sejanus? You ask.
You find him within the crowd, and start up a conversation. However, the night ends with you and Coriolanus, like how he wanted.
His ever growing possessiveness for you was showing a little, his grip on your hand was strong. You didnât care, though. Not at first. You might not see him again. Or rarely.
Your judgement was clouded by the feeling of Love. A feeling many experience at your age. âY/N, A voice said drunkenly.
You turn, annoyance in your tone.âWhat? I know exactly why youâre here.â Your former lover, well, truthfully, a one-sided crush at that. He just thought you were lovers.
He'd believe Mayfair over you, on a lie. that was it for you. âCome on, I miss what we had! He whines. âAs if it was anything special, You scoffed.âSee, if you hadnât believed that redhead, it wouldâve been just fine. She tried to kill me!â
Coriolanus wouldnât admit it, at least to you, but he was fuming. His jaw clenched, and obvious signs of frustration. You soothe him, or try to. âCoryo, heâs an idiot, You say, assuringly.
âAh, your new victim? Your former friend said jokingly, but anger in his voice.âSheâs just using you, like with me.â
And that seemed to be it. You could only watch as his fists landed on his face. Stumbling back, he groans.âWhat the-â Coriolanus wasnât done. Now relying on his anger, jealousy, and bloodlust. He punched his jaw, so badly that by the time he was done, which was after a few times, his knuckles were bleeding, and blood landed on him.
Clearly, he was good as dead. This was a side you hadnât seen before. But nonetheless, You couldnât react. âCoryo⊠You could only say. And as he looks up, he hugs you, a bit more passionately than usual.
âYou were never here. Go. I can handle it.â
You decide on listening. He wasnât even really suggesting, but rather ordering. And you didnât want to stay a moment longer.
Truthfully, He felt a sense of power, and control when he was punching him. You were his, not your former friendâs. He had to make sure of that.
It was a swift process, he had killed before, technically having no other choice but still, he was worried you wouldnât forgive him. Or tell someone. That would ruin his future.
Of course, it didnât mean he regretted doing so. He loved the feeling he got. The violence itself he enjoyed. And the way he spoke of you, it was justified. He shouldnât have talked to you like that.
âCoryo, are you alright?â
Hearing your voice, his head spins. Your voice was like a bell to him. âIâm fine, are you? He hurt you? Coriolanus asked in response.
You shake your head.âHeâs done this before. He may have hurt me once, but not again.â It was stupid, in your eyes. It wasnât like he was a lover of yours, just your best friend. You thought heâd choose you over Mayfair, who clearly had her eyes on him.
Which wouldnât be a problem, if she wasnât a bitch. âAs long as Iâm here, Nobody will hurt you, Coriolanus assured you. You smile.âI know. And thatâs why I love you, Coryo. Always there for me. I owe you big time.â
You owed him, and heâd never let you forget that. You belonged to him, and nobody else. You better remember that.