Seven Wonders (Henry Creel X Reader)

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Shadows of Affection

warnings: minor smut

slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 10: Make up your mind

You and Felix sat side by side in the Capitol's grand viewing hall, surrounded by the buzz of excited chatter. The Hunger Games preview event was in full swing, the tributes and their mentors each stepping onto the stage to perform for the Capitol’s elite, trying to make a lasting impression. The entire room was entranced, the audience eager to see who could captivate the most, who could leave them with something unforgettable.

Felix squeezed your hand lightly, the warmth between you two a welcome relief from the chaos of your respective worlds. As you watched the tributes, the tension in the air was palpable—everyone on edge, trying to get a glimpse of the next big star.

“Did you see the guy from District 2? He’s definitely overdoing it,” Felix whispered, shaking his head with a small laugh. “It’s like he’s auditioning for a role in a gladiator movie.”

You snorted quietly, leaning your shoulder against his. “Yeah, I was expecting him to pull out a sword or something. Not really my style.”

You both shared a brief, soft chuckle, and the moment between you two was comfortable—easy.

But the energy in the room shifted as Lucy Gray Baird walked onto the stage, her bright gown sparkling under the lights. Coriolanus Snow stood beside her, his cold eyes scanning the crowd, calculating. As Lucy began to sing, her voice floated through the room, delicate and haunting, drawing the crowd’s rapt attention. The Capitol’s citizens reacted immediately, their applause loud and thunderous as she finished her performance.

Your jaw tightened, a flash of irritation crossing your face. You glanced at Felix, then back at Lucy Gray, who was basking in the spotlight. You couldn’t shake the feeling of resentment building up inside you, your frustration with the entire spectacle bubbling to the surface.

“I would almost call that beautiful,” you muttered, your tone bitter. “But I’m not about to give her that kind of credit. She’s just... too much, don't you think?”

Felix, sensing the change in your mood, gave a slight, knowing smile and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “She’s not a patch on you,” he said softly, his voice warm but serious. “You’re way better than her—way prettier, smarter...” His thumb gently brushed your jaw, and he tilted your face toward him, his gaze locking with yours. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at you with a tender smile.

The touch was small, but it held more meaning than words could convey. You felt a warmth spread through you at the gesture, and for a moment, all the bitterness, all the tension, melted away.

As Lucy Gray smiled from the stage, basking in the adoration of the Capitol, Coriolanus caught sight of Felix and you in the crowd. His gaze flicked to you both, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly before a spiteful smirk curled at the corner of his lips. The look was sharp, filled with something you couldn’t quite place, but it set you on edge.

Felix, feeling the subtle shift in the atmosphere, tightened his grip around you, his expression hardening just a little as he followed Coriolanus’ gaze. But he didn’t let it linger, instead focusing entirely on you.

“Forget him,” Felix whispered, his words a soft promise. “You don’t need to let anyone steal your spotlight, especially not him.”

Your lips twitched into a faint, appreciative smile as you leaned into Felix’s embrace, your head resting against his shoulder. “I’m done worrying about him,” you murmured, your voice low. “But it’s nice to know you’ve got my back.”

Felix pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling you closer, blocking out the rest of the room

The afterparty was everything you had expected it to be—exclusive, dazzling, and filled with Capitol elites who were all too eager to congratulate themselves. The air was thick with the smell of expensive perfume and the clinking of champagne glasses, and you felt an undeniable rush of excitement as you walked into the venue with Felix. The moment you stepped in, your black lace dress caught every eye in the room. It was elegant, alluring—just enough to spark intrigue but not too much to be considered immodest. You made sure every step was purposeful, feeling the eyes of the crowd follow you, and Felix's arm was firmly planted on your lower back, a quiet declaration of ownership and confidence.

As you entered, Festus, Livia, and Agrippina were already mingling by the bar, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. You could already feel the tension of the day slipping away, the excitement of the night taking over. Felix kept his arm around you as you approached the group, and everyone greeted you warmly.

“You two look great!” Olivia said, eyeing your dress with an appreciative look. “Damn, girl, you really know how to turn heads.”

You smirked. “I try,” you said, glancing up at Felix, who shot you a playful grin in return. “Thanks. You all look great too.”

Saja raised her glass, giving a wink. “You’re definitely making an entrance tonight.”

You leaned in to join the conversation, your mind briefly drifting away from the nagging feeling in your chest. It was a good night. You looked good, and Felix was by your side. This was the life you deserved.

But then, just as you were about to lose yourself in the moment, the doors swung open, and in walked Coriolanus Snow. His presence filled the room immediately—calm, collected, and unbothered, like he owned the place. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though you quickly masked your irritation. You weren’t about to let him ruin your night. Not now.

“Ugh, look who it is,” Olivia whispered under her breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you hear about his performance today? He and Lucy Gray are practically unbeatable.”

“Of course they are,” you muttered under your breath, but you couldn’t help the simmering frustration bubbling inside. “He thrives on attention. It’s all he’s ever cared about.”

Agrippina nodded, looking over at the couple. “I’m kind of sick of hearing about Lucy Gray. It’s like she’s already won.”

You fought the urge to snap, forcing yourself to stay calm. “Yeah, well, if they want to crown her queen, they can. I’m not wasting my time on it.”

“Coriolanus and Lucy Gray are all anyone can talk about,” Festus chimed in. “They’re just... the perfect duo. It’s kind of sickening, actually. They’re all anyone talks about these days.”

You shot him a tight smile, but inside you were boiling. You wanted to shout, to scream that they were all just fawning over the wrong people—people who didn’t deserve the recognition. But you held yourself back. You were better than that now. Felix was beside you, and that was more than enough.

“Don’t worry about them,” Felix said softly, his voice low enough only for you to hear. “You’re way more than they’ll ever be.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “Thanks, Felix.”

You took a deep breath and excused yourself, needing to step away from the crowd for a moment. “I’m going to grab a glass of champagne. I’ll be right back.”

Felix hesitated, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Are you sure? I can go get it for you.”

“No,” you replied with a small shake of your head. “I’ve got it. I just need a moment to... breathe.”

Felix nodded, not pushing it, but you could see the concern in his eyes. He kissed your cheek softly. “Alright, I’ll be here.”

You were standing at the bar, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass, when you felt it—the familiar presence behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

Coriolanus Snow.

"You look good tonight," he said, his voice low and smooth, like he was savoring every word.

You didn’t flinch, but you couldn’t ignore the wave of irritation washing over you. “Thanks,” you muttered, not turning to face him. “You’re looking sharp as always.”

He chuckled, that all-too-familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “You really think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?” He took a step closer, his presence almost suffocating.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond. The way he looked at you—like you were something he could control, something that belonged to him—made your blood boil.

“I see you’re still hanging on to Felix,” he said, his voice tinged with an edge of something darker. “Does he make you feel... safe?”

You felt your stomach tighten. "Felix is nothing like you, Coriolanus," you shot back, not bothering to hide the bitterness in your voice. “And you really should stop pretending to care about me.”

Coriolanus moved in even closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know, you’ve always been so easy to read,” he whispered, his words dripping with arrogance. “You want me. You always have.”

You spun around to face him, fury flashing in your eyes. “You’re insane,” you hissed, pushing him back. “You don’t own me. I’m with Felix, and you need to get that through your head.”

Coriolanus smirked, but there was something dangerous in his eyes now. “You think he can give you what I can? Felix can’t even come close. You’re wasting your time with him.”

You gritted your teeth, fists clenching. You could feel your anger rising, but you didn’t want to show him the weakness he was trying to provoke. “You’re pathetic. You don’t even know what you want, Coriolanus.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I want.” His voice dropped to a low growl, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm, pulling you toward a quieter corner of the event hall. The music and chatter became muffled as you moved into the shadows.

“You can pretend all you want, but you belong with me,” he said, his grip tightening on your arm. “Not with him. He’s nothing.”

You jerked your arm free, your heart pounding in your chest. “No. I don’t belong to you. Don’t ever touch me like that again.”

He didn’t listen. In one swift motion, he pinned you to the wall, his body so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. His face was inches from yours, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You’ve always been mine.”

You could feel your pulse racing, your breath coming faster, but you fought to keep your composure. “I’m not yours, Coriolanus. I’m nobody’s.”

His lips were on yours before you could say another word. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tender. It was urgent and hungry, like he couldn’t wait another second to have you.

Your hands clenched at his jacket, but the kiss was overpowering, consuming your thoughts, your anger, everything. You wanted to pull away. You should pull away. But his hands were everywhere, his lips demanding more.

When he finally pulled back, you gasped for breath, your chest heaving. Your eyes burned with rage as you tried to push him away, but his grip on you stayed firm.

He stepped back slightly, still smirking. “You can pretend like you’re not into it, but I know you are.” He gave you one last look, something like possession flashing in his eyes. “Never tell anyone about this.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind reeling. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you spat, your voice shaking with fury. “You think you can just kiss me and walk away like nothing happened? You don’t get to do that!”

But Coriolanus didn’t answer. He simply turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, breathless, furious, and completely and utterly confused.

You stood there for a long moment, your fingers trembling at your sides. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could he just kiss you like that? How could he leave you there, like it meant nothing?

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You needed to pull it together. You weren’t going to let him control you. You were done with him.

But as you made your way back to Felix, your heart was still racing. You weren’t sure what to feel. You couldn’t tell him what happened—how could you? You didn’t even know what to think about it yourself.

When Felix saw you, he immediately took note of your disheveled appearance, the way your lips were slightly swollen and the fire still burning in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

You quickly composed yourself, pushing the anger and confusion aside. You smiled tightly. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Felix didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t press you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you rejoined the others.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were caught in

The rest of the night carried on smoothly, or at least that’s how you made it seem. No one could tell anything was wrong—you’d mastered the art of pretending to be fine. You laughed, you mingled, and not once did you falter. You didn’t see Coriolanus again, but a shiver crawled down your spine every time you caught sight of someone with similar blonde hair. It was a shadow you couldn’t shake, no matter how much you smiled or how much champagne you sipped.

At the end of the evening, the goodbyes were warm and polite, filled with well-wishes for the Games in two days. You and Felix left together, sliding into the sleek black car waiting outside. The low hum of the engine filled the space as the city lights blurred past the windows.

Felix sat close to you in the backseat, his hand resting loosely on his knee, but his eyes kept darting toward you. The silence stretched just long enough to feel heavy before he broke it.

“Are you really okay?” His voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern he couldn’t quite hide. “You seemed... distracted tonight.”

You glanced at him, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess. It’s been a long day.”

He frowned slightly, studying your face like he didn’t quite believe you. “You sure? You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. If something’s on your mind, I want to know.”

You sighed, leaning back against the seat. “I appreciate that, Felix, but there’s nothing to worry about. Really. I’m okay.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to carry everything on your own, you know. I’m here for you.”

His words made your chest tighten, but you pushed the feeling aside, flashing him a teasing smile instead. “You’re sweet, you know that? But I promise, I’m fine. Just needed a moment to breathe tonight, that’s all.”

He smiled back, though his concern lingered in the way his gaze lingered on yours. “Alright. I’ll take your word for it. But if you need me, I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his voice made your cheeks warm, and you looked away briefly, trying to focus on the passing lights outside.

“You’re too good to me, you know,” you said quietly, your voice carrying a note of something you didn’t entirely mean to let slip.

He chuckled, leaning just slightly closer. “Well, someone’s got to keep up with you. Can’t have you outshining everyone all on your own.”

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. So this is all just self-preservation? Keeping up appearances?”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “But you do make it easy. You’re kind of impossible not to be drawn to.”

His tone was light, but there was something else in his eyes—something deeper, more serious. The teasing smile on your lips faltered just slightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked softly, your voice quieter now.

He hesitated for half a second before leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping just enough to send your heart racing. “It means you’re incredible. And I don’t think you even realize it half the time.”

Your breath caught, the words hanging heavy between you. The space in the car suddenly felt smaller, the air warmer.

And then he said it, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. “I love you.”

Your heart stuttered, your chest tightening as the words settled over you. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say, your mind racing. His face was so close to yours now, his eyes searching yours for any sign of how you felt.

You didn’t think—you just moved, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips softly to his.

The kiss was gentle at first, tender and cautious, but then something shifted. Coriolanus’s voice echoed in your mind, the memory of his smirk, his accusations. You wanted to prove him wrong, to prove to yourself that he didn’t matter. You kissed Felix harder, your hands moving to his shoulders as you pressed closer, needing to feel something real.

Felix responded immediately, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into his lap. The kiss deepened, your fingers tangling in his hair as the world outside the car disappeared. There was only the warmth of his hands on your back, the way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

The sound of the driver clearing his throat broke the moment, and you both froze, breathless and flushed. “We’ve arrived at your house, miss,” the driver said politely, his voice cutting through the haze.

You and Felix pulled apart, your foreheads resting together for a moment as you caught your breath. His hands lingered on your waist, and his eyes were dark, still searching yours.

You smiled softly, reaching up to gently cup his chin. Leaning in, you pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his lips, your thumb brushing over his jawline. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, your voice soft but steady.

Felix nodded, still looking a little dazed. “Yeah... tomorrow.”

You slipped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you walked up the steps to your house. Your lips still tingled, and your heart was still racing, but for the first time all night, you felt like you were in control.

Like her…(Henry Creel/001 x reader!)

(Warnings: Bad writing, Brenner, 001/Henry, mentions of death? NOT PROFF READ!)

(Summary: You and Henry are 011 real parents. Henry not knowing but, 011 reminds him of you..)

A/n: I got this idea off of a TikTok💀😂

Masterlist

Word count: 1.2k

“Papa, I’m chasing a ghost… I don’t know who she is…”

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"Am I going to get in trouble?" 011 asked, her doe eyes looked at Henry with sad expression. The same way you used to when one of the children got hurt..

"No.. no why would you think that?" Henry asked in a sickly sweet voice.

~~~~~

During the 'game', it was 002 against 007, who was only 5 at the time. 002 had thrown him hard against the wall with a hard smack.

Y/n looked at the little boy with her sad doe like eyes with an equal sad worried expression. Once the session was over and all the kids went to the rainbow room.

She left to the nurses station to check on 007. She was glad to see him wake but he had bruises slowly forming. She gave 007 a sad smile.

"Look who's awake." Y/n said with a comforting smile. 007 opened his eyes again with a small smile. "I'm really glad you're okay. And I have something that i think is well deserved."

Y/n said leaning forward slightly in the chair whispering to him. 007 looked at her with a curious expression. As y/n reached into her uniform pocket holding out a piece of candy. 007 eyes widened with a smile. Before jumping up and hugging her.

"Thank you, mummy." 007 said. Y/n's expression halted as tears formed in her eyes and wrapped her arms around the little boy.

"Keep it a secret. Okay?" Y/n said, as she pulled away. 007 nodded hiding it in his sweatpants pocket. "Get some rest."

Y/n smiled as 007 nodded laying back down cuddling up next to his stuffed animal.

Y/n got up and walked over to the station getting it ready for the next shift. She closed the door wiping her tears once she got to her room evidently was the one without any cameras. Not noticing the figure that had been waiting for her.

"Why are you crying?" Henry asked concerned. Which caused y/n to jump started by the voice. She let out breathy laugh.

"You really know how to startle someone.." she said. Turning to look at him. He was right in front of her.

"What happened?" He asked/demanded, whipping away the stranded tears with his finger.

"It's nothing. I promise." She replied, Henry was not convinced but let it go. Wrapping his arms around and kissing her.

~~~~~

"You remind me of someone..." Henry said, while sitting next to 011.

011 glances at him her eyebrows furrowed with a little crinkle between her brows. The image of you came into his mind.

~~~

"I-I just don't get it.." Y/n said, eyebrows furrowed with a little crinkle between her eyebrows.

"They are so young and have so much ahead of them. But instead they are pit against each other in some sick game.. and some of them aren't even old enough to-" She looked over to see Henry looking at the ground. Y/n sighed.

"I'm sorry.. I just wish that I could help them.." y/n said , the second part barely a whisper.

Henry grabbed her arms and kissed her forehead. She laid her head down on his chest and his arms wrapped around her.

"Someday we will..." he said..

~~~

"Who?" 011 asked Henry.

"A girl I used to know. She was confused just how you are now. When she found out what papa was doing... but that story doesn't have a happy ending I'm afraid.." Henry said, his eyes drifting off sadly.

"What...what happened to her?" 011 asked hesitantly. Henry looked at her.

"How about we save that story for a different day.." Henry said, giving the confused girl a slight smile.

  And if Henry was being honest he didn't know the whole story of what happened to the woman he loved for a long time.

~~~~~

  Henry heard 011 got attacked and snuck off to the nurses station to check on her. He saw her and all he could see was you. How her face looked calm and collected yet with a hint of pain etched on to her face. So tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open. Those doe shaped eyes with the long lashes just like you..

~~~

"What happened?" Henry demanded his voice almost sinisterly yet also concerning.

  Y/n furrowed her brows slightly in pain as she sat up. Eyes drifting closed and opening. Henry grabbed her before she could fall laying her back down against him. Her head on his chest.

"That day when you saw me crying. I was with 007 i-I gave him a piece of candy and somebody heard him call me..." y/n heisted the last part.

"Call you what? What had lead to this besides you giving him candy?" Henry asked.

  Y/n sat up steadily her doe eyes drifting off. Whipping the tears that were starting to come.

"Somebody heard 007 call me mum..." She whispered.

  Henry's eyes widened slightly looking at her. He gently pulled her back so she was lying on his chest as he ran a hand up her arm comforting her. Not long as she drifted off to sleep her face calm and collected but with a slightly pained expression from the torture he had to endure not so long before he found you.

  That night Henry made a silent vow to get you out of that hell hole. And make a wish for you to come true.

  Neither of you knowing that, that wish, that want was already alive and growing.

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"Mama is dead." 011 slightly snapped at Henry.

"And who told you that?" Henry asked. His eyebrows raised with a knowing look.

"Papa!" 011 Whisper shouted. Henry gave her a knowing look. 011 eyes widened with realisation, just like you used too. "Who doesn't always tell the truth..."

~~~~

Y/n's eyes widened with realisation as she realised why she has been so tired and nauseous lately. Y/n paled at the fact she just bestowed upon.

"Hey, you okay?" Henry asked. As he noticed how pale you had gotten. Y/n nodded slightly before collapsing. Henry caught her as her eyes rolled back.

...

"You can't see her." A nurse said blocking Henry from seeing her.

  His eyes drifted to see Brenner giving him a stern look and whisper to a guard. As the guard took him away. That was the last time he saw you.

"You will be put into a secluded room and will be watched and taken care of during the 9 months and when you have the baby it will become part of the system." Brenner said sternly. Y/n nodded slightly before looking away with tears.

~~~~

"I didn't lie 011. When I talked about your mother." Brenner said. 011 looked at him confused.

"Your mother is gone. She had died not long after she had you. It's wasn't because of you.. she got sick." Brenner said. 011 realised.

"Henry said that I reminded him a woman."

"That woman was your mother... and Henry.." 011s eyes widened as she processed the information.

"No.." She whispered. Staring at Brenner in horror.

"Yes 011. Henry is your father and that wom- Y/n is your mother. They were secretly together when they were in the lab. And that is how she had you." Brenner said.

  011 swallowed hard before asking the question she's been pondering on.

"Do I look like her?"

I Beg You Don’t Embarrass Me (Barty Crouch Jr. x Black!Reader)

(Summary: reader is part of the black family and everybody teases her about dating Barty but he doesn't embarrass her.)

Word count: 314

(Warnings: Not fullyproff read, Short & Sweet, fluff, teasing)

"Heartbreak is one thing my egos another I swear you don't embarrass me motherfucker.."

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"It must be so embarrassing for you dating somebody like Junior.." Bellatrix cackled.

Ever since fifth year when Y/n started seeing Barty it was always the same thing.

"It must be so embarrassing to ever date that fool!" A student said, after Barty had caused a ruckus in the great hall.

"Sis I love you. I do but.. Crouch? Really?" Sirius/Padfoot teased.

"I'm going to have to agree with Sirius on this one.. even though Barty is a good friend of mine.." Regulus Agreed with Sirius. Y/n rolled her eyes as she saw Sirius smirk.

"Wait.. you're seriously dating him?" A Ravenclaw guy who had kept trying to ask her out asked.

Has lead to this very moment, to Barty realising maybe he is an embarrassment for her and that his father was right. Just like everyone else..

"Maybe this isn't meant to be.." Barty said, his eyes and head lowered.

One thing about Bartimus Crouch Junior is as much as he acted like he didn't care. He did.. it got to him like his father has multiple times. Which makes him second doubt.

"Hey look at me." Y/n said, lifting his head. Making him look at her.

"Heartbreak is one thing my egos another. I beg you don't embarrass me... Bartimus Crouch Junior." She declared placing a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back giving him a small smile only for him to pull her back in.

"You have a way with words black." He said, smirking. Pressing a kiss to her jaw.

"Don't I know it, Crouch." She replied. He pulled her down flipping her onto the bed as she squealed and laughed.

SAME

Look I know okay but listen

This is me waiting for young Coriolanus Snow x reader stories:

Absolute masterpiece as always!! Can not wait for more! If y’all have not read this series. YOU NEED TOO!! Once again another chapter to lie awake at night and think about what’s going to happen next!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Shadows of Affection

warnings: despriction of death

slow burn Coriolanus Snow x reader, slight Felix Ravinstill x reader

Chapter 15: Sejanus

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Fuck

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Pepper spray and a flashlight. That was all Dr. Gaul had given you before you left. You had asked for a gun, or at least a knife, but Dr. Gaul had shut you down. "Since you're not trained, this is safer. Remember, you're not there to do damage—you’re there to bring your friend out as quickly and as quietly as possible."

But you didn’t have time to complain.

"You idiot," you muttered under your breath. "You absolute fool."

Of course, Sejanus would rope you into something like this. And of course—of course—you would drag Coryo into it too. You were surprised he had agreed. Well, you hadn’t exactly given him much of a chance to refuse. If anyone else had asked him, he would have fought against it, refused to put his life on the line. He barely even considered Sejanus a friend. But deep down, in that black heart of his, you hoped he still cared—at least enough not to let you die.

Maybe another student, or even yourself a few years ago, would have protested, insisted on calling your mother or your stepfather, pleaded for help. But after the snake attack on Clemensia, the aftermath of the bombing, and Marcus’s torture, you knew it was pointless. If Dr. Gaul decided you were going into the Capitol arena, then that’s where you were going. Even if Sejanus’s life wasn’t at stake, you were just another one of Gaul’s experiments. Students and tributes alike were of no more consequence than the Avoxes in the cages—powerless to object. But you had known what you were getting into on your first day at the Academy. You had known the moment Dr. Gaul first shook your hand and made you an apprentice. You had signed your soul away.

You didn’t know if it had been hours or minutes by the time you reached the arena. You had run the entire way—it wasn’t far, only about a mile—but you were panting, your breath coming in sharp gasps. Your mind was a chaotic mess, thoughts scattered and incoherent. But one thing remained clear: Sejanus. You needed to get him out.

You scanned the area. Peacekeepers were stationed by the entrance, but they didn’t acknowledge you, didn’t stop you. You assumed they had already been informed of the situation. Still, Coryo wasn’t here yet.

Your pulse pounded. Should you go in alone? You only had an hour, and the countdown had already begun the moment you left the lab. Every second wasted was a second closer to disaster.

"Fuck it," you murmured, steeling yourself to move forward.

Before you could take a step, a voice cut through the night. "What the fuck is going on?"

You turned sharply. Coryo had finally arrived, his expression twisted in anger and concern. His breath was ragged, and there was a wildness in his eyes that you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before. "Why the hell did you call me here?"

"I don’t have time to explain," you said quickly. "Sejanus is in the arena."

Coryo blinked. Then scoffed. "Are you kidding me?"

"I wish I was. He bribed a Peacekeeper and got in somehow. Dr. Gaul is giving us an hour to get him out before she turns the feed back on."

His face twisted in frustration. "No. I’m not putting my life on the line for him. And I’m sure as hell not letting you do it either."

"Coryo, we don’t have time for this," you snapped. "If you’re not going in, I am. I don’t give a damn if you follow me or not, but through hell or high water, I’m getting Sejanus out of that fucking arena."

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Goddamn it. Fine. Let’s go."

As you approached the entrance, the damage from the bombing was stark. The main doors had taken a direct hit—one was entirely gone, leaving a jagged, gaping hole framed by twisted metal. The only security in place was a set of concrete barriers, haphazardly arranged. If Sejanus had planned this, he wouldn’t have had much trouble getting in.

An old Peacekeeper standing behind the barriers caught your movement and approached. "You have a token?"

Coryo scowled. "A token?"

The Peacekeeper dug into his pocket and produced two small discs. "These are for you."

Coryo hesitated, turning the disc over in his fingers. "How did he think he was getting out?"

"I don’t think he did," you muttered.

"And how the hell am I supposed to get out?"

You almost laughed. Of course, that was his concern. Selfish bastard. But you weren’t surprised.

The Peacekeeper gestured toward the barricade. "We’ll pull back the barbed wire and tilt the bars forward when you return. You’ll have to crawl under, but it’ll be quick."

"And if we can’t convince him to come out?" Coryo asked.

The Peacekeeper shrugged. "Then you stay until the mission is accomplished."

A cold sweat broke over your skin. No way out without Sejanus.

You clenched your jaw and looked past the barricade toward the field. The tributes were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was waiting for you.

"We’ve got you covered up to the barricade," the Peacekeeper assured you.

"So you’ll kill any tributes who try to attack us?" Coryo asked sharply.

"Scare them off, anyway."

"Excellent," you muttered, not at all reassured.

Coryo exhaled, then shoved the token into the slot. The turnstile groaned loudly, the sound far too sharp in the stillness of the night. One of the Peacekeepers chuckled as you stepped through.

You moved in silence, your only light the dim red glow of the emergency bulbs. The air was thick with dust, the ground littered with debris. Your footsteps crunched softly against the gravel.

Without thinking, your hands found each other. His grip was tight, firm—but not painful. Just enough.

"Don’t let go," he whispered. There was an edge of desperation in his voice.

You pressed your lips together, breathing steadily through your nose. Right foot, left foot. Forward. Keep moving. No one stirred. Maybe you were lucky. Maybe Lucky Flickerman had been right—the tributes had all gone to sleep.

You reached the barricade. Just as the Peacekeeper had said, it was flimsy—clumsy layers of barbed wire and wooden frames meant more for obscuring the view than keeping anything in or out. A stage prop. Not a real barrier.

You took a slow breath, gripping the edge of the wire. Beyond the barricade, the field stretched out before you, bathed in silver light.

And at its center, a single figure knelt in the dirt.

You hear Coriolanus take a deep breath, and he lets go of your hand as he steps onto the field.

Please don’t.

You aren’t going to admit it, but you think it’s reasonable to be afraid. And you are very afraid.

Please don’t let me go.

You want to say it, but you keep your mouth shut and follow him slowly. You tread carefully across the dirt, knowing not to spook Sejanus but needing to get close enough to talk. When you and Coriolanus are about ten feet behind him, you stop. In a hushed voice, you call out:

"Sejanus, It’s me."

Sejanus’ shoulders begin to shake. At first, you mistake it for sobbing, but it’s quite the opposite.

"You two really can’t stop rescuing me, can you?" he says, laughter slipping through his voice.

Coriolanus exhales a quiet chuckle. "Can’t do it"

"so they sent you two to fish me out. What madness."

Sejanus’ laughter trails off, and he rises to his feet. "Did you ever see a dead body?"

"A lot. During the war," Coriolanus replies.

You stay silent. "A lot" is an understatement. You’ve seen bodies being dragged, seen people put down in the streets, seen them waste away. You’ve seen what people become when you take away their food, their luxuries. Animals. much like the one who are in this cage with you

You both move in closer. It doesn’t matter now, you tell yourself. No more dead bodies. No more.

"I haven’t. Not this close," Sejanus says. "At funerals, I guess. And at the zoo the other night. Only those girls hadn’t been dead long enough to stiffen up."

A hollow feeling creeps into your chest as he continues.

"I don’t know if I’d rather be burned or buried. Not that it matters, really."

"Well, you don’t have to decide now," you say.

Your eyes sweep the field. In the shadows beyond the wall—was that movement?

"Oh, it won’t be up to me." Sejanus’ voice is distant. "I don’t know what’s taking the tributes so long to find me. I must have been in here a while."

He finally looks at you, brows furrowing in concern.

"You two should go."

"I’d like to," Coriolanus says carefully. "I really would. Only there’s a matter of your ma. She’s waiting out front, pretty upset. I promised I’d bring you to her."

Your eyebrows knit together. What is he talking about? When did he speak to his mother? Maybe it’s a lie to coax Sejanus out, but you doubt it will be enough.

Sejanus’ expression turns indescribably sad. "Poor Ma. She never wanted any of this, you know. Not the money, not the move, not the fancy clothes or the driver. She just wanted to stay in Two. With my father."

He pauses.

"But he isn’t here, is he? No, he’ll keep his distance until this is settled. Then let the buying begin."

"Buying what?" you ask.

A breeze ruffles your hair, the sound of it hollow in the vast arena.

"He bought our way here. Bought my schooling. Bought my mentorship. And he goes nuts because he can’t buy me," Sejanus murmurs. "He’ll buy you, if you let him. Or at least compensate you for trying to help me."

You understand both sides. Sejanus doesn’t want to be here. His mother doesn’t want to be here. But you also understand his father’s perspective: you do what you must. Buy as many people as needed. Sacrifices have to be made.

Leaving Two behind was one of them.

"You’re our friend. He doesn’t need to pay us to help you," you say.

Sejanus places a hand on your shoulder, the other on Coriolanus. "You’re the only reason I’ve lasted this long. I need to stop causing you two trouble. I didn’t realize how bad this was for yall."

"I should’ve traded tributes when you asked," Coriolanus mutters.

Sejanus sighs. "It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing does, really."

"Of course it matters," you snap.

They’re coming. You can feel it—a pack closing in.

"Come out with me."

"No. There’s no point," Sejanus says. "There’s nothing left to do but die."

Coriolanus presses him. "That’s it? That’s your only choice?"

"It’s the only way I might possibly make a statement. Let the world see me die in protest."

You roll your eyes. "Do you really think they’ll show this? They’ll quietly remove your body and say you died from the flu."

Sejanus falters.

"If you really want to make a difference, you have to be alive. With us."

His face clouds over. "They won’t show it, will they?"

"No," you say, your voice sharp. "You’ll be dead for nothing. And you’ll have wasted your chance to make things better."

You almost scoff at the question. Why would they show it? Only an idiot would think that. You know as well as anyone that the Capitol won’t give anyone a public fuck you by showing a capitol citizen mourn a tribute's death like that. Not in a million years. They'd bury it, pretend it never happened, and move on like it was just another day in the arena. It was always about control, never about making a statement.

Coriolanus squeezes your arm. A cough—soft and muffled but unmistakable—echoes from the stands.

"What chance?" Sejanus asks.

"You have money. Maybe not now, but one day. Money has a lot of uses. Look how it changed your world. Maybe you can change the world too. The right way," you urge. "If you don’t, more kids will die. Every year."

"What makes you think I could do that?" he asks.

"You’re the only one who had the guts to stand up to Dr. Gaul," Coriolanus says.

Sejanus hesitates. He looks tired, but something shifts in him.

"Thank you for that, Coriolanus."

Coriolanus places a hand on Sejanus’ arm—half comfort, half restraint. "Come with us."

Sejanus stares at Marcus’ body for a long moment, then finally nods. "You’re right. If I believe what I say, it’s my responsibility to take her down. To end this whole atrocity."

Then, realization dawns in his eyes. He looks toward the stands.

"But I won’t leave Marcus."

You want to strangle him. You open your mouth to protest, but Coriolanus acts first.

"I’ll get his feet."

He grips Marcus’ stiff, heavy legs. You circle his chest, heaving him up. The stench of blood and filth clings to the body as you start moving.

Ten yards. Five yards. Almost there.

Coriolanus stumbles on a rock, knee slamming into something sharp. He hisses but pushes forward. Almost—

Footsteps. Quick and light, rushing toward you from behind.

Coriolanus drops Marcus and whirls around just as Bobbin lunges, knife flashing in the moonlight.

The blade slices into Coriolanus’s left upper arm. He leaps backward. He swings at Bobbin, but only encounters air. He lands on a pile of debris, old boards, and plaster as his hand searches for some kind of defense. Bobbin springs at him again, knife aimed at his face, seemingly focused only on Coriolanus and not you or Sejanus.

Coriolanus’s fingers close around a 2x4, and he brings it up, catching Bobbin in the temple hard, sending him to his knees. Then, he’s on his feet again, using the board like a club, bringing it down again and again. Blood splatters on you and Coriolanus.

“We have to go!” Sejanus shouts, and you can hear the catcalls now, the pounding of feet down the bleachers.

Confused, Coriolanus moves away from Marcus’s body, but you grab him and yank him away.

“No, leave him! Run!” you shout.

He doesn’t seem to need any persuasion and starts running. The three of you sprint toward the barricade. When you reach it, barbed wire bites into your shirt, and you yank it free. You see them—two tributes from District 4: Coral and Mission, and Tanner, the slaughterhouse kid—making a beeline for you, armed to the teeth. Reamed draws his arm back to throw a trident. The fabric on your sleeve rips wide as you yank yourself from the barbed wire and dive out of the line of fire with Sejanus right behind you.

Only a few weak rays of moonlight penetrate the layers of the barricade. You crash into wood and fencing, like a wild animal in a cage, surely alerting any tribute who somehow missed your presence. You run, face-first, and watch as Coriolanus runs into a concrete slab, then Sejanus plows into him from behind, smacking his forehead into the unrelenting surface a second time.

Thankfully, you stop just before the tributes start making a whooping sound, rattling their weapons against the barricade as they track the three of you through the labyrinth.

“Which direction?” Sejanus gasps, but the tributes seem to be all around you.

Coriolanus starts lagging, and you grab his arm, urging him to keep moving. He stumbles blindly behind, wounded and terrified. Something must have surged through him because he crashes into Sejanus, knocking him onto his hands and knees in front of a cloud of soft red light.

The passageway up ahead starts to take shape, and you can make out the turn, still with the peacekeepers clustered at the temporary bars. You run for your life, but the passageway isn’t long—it seems interminable. Your legs rise and fall as if you're wading through waist-high glue. Black specs dot your vision, and Sejanus stays steady at Coriolanus’s elbow, but you can hear the tributes gaining. Something heavy and unyielding—maybe a brick—clips the side of your neck. Another object punctures what’s left of your shirt, and you duck behind Sejanus until it falls with a clank.

Where is the cover? Where’s the protective gunfire from the peacekeepers? There’s nothing—nothing at all, and the bars still stand flush with the floor. You want to scream at them to kill the tributes, to shoot them dead in their tracks, but your breath is too short.

Someone heavy-footed shrinks the distance to a few yards. You don’t dare look back, too terrified to waste a second.

The peacekeepers finally manage to open the unit of bars inward, achieving a gap of about 12 inches at the ground. Coriolanus dives, skinning several layers of his chin on the rough floor, but getting his hands beneath the bars where the peacekeepers latch onto him and yank him through.

You’re next, scraping your face against the filthy surface, but you reach safety. You crumble into Coriolanus as the guards go to retrieve Sejanus, who gives a sharp cry as Tanner’s knife cuts open the back of his calf before he slides out of range. The bars are slammed into place, locked down tight, but the tributes are undeterred. Tanner and Coral jab their weapons through the bars at you, Coriolanus, and Sejanus, who are peeling back, desperate to get away.

The peacekeepers are doing nothing, banging their batons against the bars. Not a shot. Not even pepper spray. You realize they must have been under orders to leave the tributes untouched.

The peacekeepers help you and Coriolanus to your feet. You’re angry, but you can’t even muster words as Coriolanus grits his teeth, shaking with fury.

“Thanks for having our backs,” he spits bitterly. The peacekeeper shrugs, indifferent.

“Just following orders. Don’t blame us if Goal thinks you’re expandable,” says one of them.

Before you can respond, Coriolanus starts muttering a long string of profanities, his anger making no impression. He hangs like dead weight, barely able to stand until they drop him unceremoniously outside of the arena. You, with only a few scratches and a mild concussion, walk the entire way.

A minute later, Sejanus is dropped behind the two of you. Both Coriolanus and Sejanus lay panting on the tiles, glancing toward the front of the arena. You’re barely standing, your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. You sit beside them, exhausted.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I did this to you,” Sejanus keeps saying. “I’m sorry, Coryo. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Coriolanus glances at him, and for a moment, it looks like he’s going to strangle him. But instead, they just sit in silence. The peacekeepers watch, silent, unmoving. Sejanus just keeps crying, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

You want to scream at him to please just shut up, but you keep your mouth shut, feeling the weight of the situation.

Then you hear the screech of tires, and you look up to see Sejanus’s mother getting out of the car, crying, frantic. She rushes over to him, tears in her eyes.

You see Sejanus’s father sitting still in the car, not bothering to get out. It makes you wonder if they called your parents. But you doubt it, and even if they did, you doubt they’d show up.

An ambulance pulls up not long after, checking on Coriolanus, you, and Sejanus. You’re not in bad shape—just a few scratches and a mild concussion. Nothing you haven’t been through before. Sejanus is sitting with his mom, and then it’s just you and Coriolanus. You both sit in silence outside the arena, neither knowing what to say, not even looking at each other.

Dean Highbottom and Dr. Gaul eventually show up. Dr. Gual looks as excited as ever, while Dean Highbottom doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for anything. He stands off to the side, randomly taking a shot of something.

Dr. Gaul is talking to Sejanus’s parents. You and Coriolanus exchange a look, and it’s like you both haven’t looked at each other in a while. Almost like when you were kids again, scared during the war. Maybe even before that. It’s been a while since you’ve looked at each other—not in a way of hate, or anger, or even less—but in a quiet moment of recognition.

Just as Coriolanus opens his mouth to speak, you hear car doors slam. You turn your head a little too fast, and your vision goes blurry again, but not so much that you can’t tell who it is. It’s Felix Ravensdale, in all his glory.

He walks toward you first, examining you like a mother would examine a child after they’ve gotten hurt. “What happened?” he demands, his tone pissed but also deeply concerned.

“I don’t know,” you reply quickly, trying to keep the situation under control.

Felix isn’t having it. “What happened? Are you okay? You’re not okay, are you?” His voice shakes with worry, but underneath it, there’s a simmering anger. “What the hell is going on here?”

Before you can explain, Felix turns to Dr. Gaul, his anger rising. “What the hell are you doing here, Felix?” Dean Highbottom says, cutting through the tension.

Felix snaps. “You don’t think I know what’s going on? How dare you? How dare you put her out there like that? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Dr. Gaul is standing back, watching the interaction with almost sadistic amusement.

“I’m going to tell my father about this,” Felix says, his voice cold with fury. “He’ll take care of this. He won’t let this go.”

Dean Highbottom stumbles over his words. “Felix, calm down.”

You try to calm him down too, but it’s not working. “Felix, please—it’s fine,” you say, but Felix shakes his head, his anger still boiling.

“No, it’s not fine! What if something happened to you?” he yells. His face softens for a second, but it’s fleeting.

Felix drags you back toward the car. You glance back at Coriolanus, who’s looking at you with tired eyes. For a moment, there was something—some bond—but it’s gone now. You’re not sure it’ll come back.

The ride back is painfully quiet, except for Felix’s persistent questions.

“Y/n , are you sure you're okay? You don’t look okay. You sure you're alright?”

You can barely summon the energy to answer, your body aching from head to toe. The exhaustion weighs on you like a heavy blanket, and your bones are screaming for rest. You don’t even want to talk, but Felix keeps pressing.

“I mean, I can’t believe Dr. Gaul sent you in there like that. It was ridiculous! You could’ve gotten hurt. You could’ve died, Y/n.” His voice rises with every word, but all you can do is let him talk, feeling more and more like you’re fading into the seat.

You close your eyes, wishing the world would just stop spinning.

“I’m just so tired,” you mutter, barely a whisper.

Felix doesn’t hear you, or maybe he does, but he doesn’t know how to stop. He goes on, venting about how dangerous it was, how you shouldn’t have been put in that situation, how it was a huge mistake. You nod every now and then, not even sure what you're agreeing to.

"I just don’t understand why they do this to you..." he continues, his frustration palpable. “You’re exhausted. You’ve been through enough already. And they put you through more for what? To save Sejanus?”

The name makes your stomach turn. You're so done with everything right now. You're done with the arena, done with being a pawn in all this. You're just so tired.

“You know,” you murmur, more to yourself than him, “I'm just so tired. My bones hurt. I just want to sleep.”

Felix quiets down, noticing the strain in your voice. You lean against the window, closing your eyes, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you let the quiet settle over you. But then, as you start to drift, something feels off.

You sit up, blinking, confused.

“Felix...” you say, your voice slurring with exhaustion. “Where are we going?”

Felix glances at you, his expression unreadable for a second before it shifts to something more serious. “To my house.”

You blink again, more awake now, a sense of urgency creeping into your tone. “Felix, you can just bring me home, it's late. My parents are going to freak. They’ll be worried.”

Felix doesn’t waver. “No, it’s fine. My parents won’t care. What matters is that you’re safe. You’re going to stay with me tonight. I can’t trust anyone else to look after you. You need to get proper medical attention.”

His words send a cold shiver through you, but you're so tired, so utterly drained, that you don’t protest. If you weren’t so exhausted, you might’ve said something. The way he says it, like you’re his responsibility, like he owns you—like you’re something to be taken care of, a possession—hits a little too close to home.

But you don’t have the energy to argue. “Fine,” you mutter, sinking back into your seat. “I won’t fight you.”

You let out a sigh, your mind too foggy to process it all. Whatever. It’s been a hell of a day.

When you finally pull up to the Presidents mansion, you can’t help but feel a bit of apprehension. You’ve been here a handful of times, but it’s always been for brief visits, never for a stay. The house is grand, sprawling, the kind of place where everything gleams with wealth, but right now, it all feels so distant, so unimportant compared to how heavy your limbs feel.

Felix doesn’t ask; he just opens your door and helps you out, his hands gentle but insistent. You don’t even argue when he lifts you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs and into his room.

His room is grand, but not in the way you expected. It's a bit more personal—soft, warm lighting, and a massive bed that looks almost too big for just one person. The walls are lined with books, and there’s a touch of his personality in every corner. You can tell it’s his space, and even though it's beautiful, you feel out of place here.

He sets you down on the bed, his touch lingering just a bit too long before he speaks again. “I’ll have the maids run you a bath,” he says quietly, his usual flirty charm replaced by something softer. “You need it.”

You don’t protest. You just nod, your eyes barely open. The bath is exactly what you need. As soon as you slip into the warm water, you feel your body relax in a way it hasn’t all day. It’s like you could fall asleep right there.

You’re tempted to.

When you step out, the clothes they bring you make you stifle a laugh. A pair of Felix’s pajama pants and a loose shirt. It’s so typical, you can’t help but find it funny in the only way you can right now. You know they have spare clothes, but you end up with his clothes, the ones you know he picked out for you.

You slip into them, feeling the soft fabric settle over your tired body, and when you emerge, you see Felix waiting for you, his expression unreadable.

“You’re sleeping here tonight,” he says, a slight edge to his voice that you can’t quite place.

You blink. “Felix, what are you talking about? There’s like a million rooms here. Why would I sleep in here?”

His gaze softens, but his stance is firm. “I want you here with me. It’s safer. And I don’t want you alone.” He’s standing so close now, and something shifts in the air between you two, but you’re too tired to fight it.

“Fine,” you murmur. “Whatever.”

You lie down, and Felix pulls the covers up around you both. He holds you close, his arms around you like you're the only thing that matters. Normally, you’d push him away, but tonight? Tonight, you don’t have the strength to.

You settle into his warmth, resting your head on his chest, letting the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat lull you into a strange kind of comfort.

Felix strokes your hair lightly, his voice breaking the silence. “You okay?”

You want to say no—you want to say everything’s falling apart—but all you can muster is a tired, “Yeah.”

Then, you speak again, your tone softer than before. “How did you get in there? To the arena I mean... no one was supposed to know.”

You can feel him tense, but you stay quiet, not wanting to talk. The question lingers in the air for a long moment before Felix laughs softly. It’s not a happy laugh, not a joyful one. More like one of disbelief.

“I’m the President’s son,” he says, his voice quiet. “I make sure I know everything that’s happening around here. Besides, you told me you’d be home safely. You didn’t call, so I assumed something went wrong.”

You don’t answer. You just lay there, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the day hits you all over again, and the exhaustion sets in deeper.

Felix’s voice interrupts your thoughts again, his words playful despite the situation. “You know, you look kind of cute in my pajamas. But I think I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

You barely hear him, too lost in your own tiredness. You think about how you ended up here, in his bed, at the mansion. How Felix is always looking out for you, even when you didn’t ask for it.

Your mind drifts, though, and for a moment, you think back to a time not too long ago—another bed, another room. You remember the feel of the sheets, the quiet tension in the air, and that blonde figure who made everything so... complicated. You try to push the thought away. It was a different time, a different situation, and you don’t want to deal with it now.

But as you close your eyes, you can’t help it. In the dark of your mind, Coriolanus’s eyes flash before you, his gaze cold, intense, and knowing. The memory lingers like an unwanted ghost, and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, trying to push it out of your head.

You don’t want to think about him. Not now.

But as sleep begins to take you, his eyes are still there, haunting the back of your mind.

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hand up if you’re ready for part 10 tho

Cardew! Reader Headcons:

(A/n: this is based off of my mini series of one shots for the Cardew! Reader I have going and don't worry i definitely have more coming!! Also first time doing HC😵‍💫)

Masterlist : Request Info

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~ Knowing each other in the academy but never getting close until the University

~ Livia getting in the way of the pair at the academy (which is why they never got to know each other properly before hand)

~Coriolanus being set up in an arranged marriage with Livia

~ Yes! He Actually wants and in his own f'ed up way actually Loves you

~Him leaving Lucy Gray in the past as his new love/obsession/possession is now you

~ Both of you sneaking behind Livia and your parents back

~ Your parents not noticing because they care more about Livia (Sorry) but when they do they are furious and try to make you an avox &/Disown you

~Livia being pissed & Jealous

~Coriolanus protecting you and marrying you the same date your parents had for him and Livia

~Coriolanus poisoning your parents while you are away from the house

~ You scolding him when he drinks the poison

~ Threatening to leave if he continues but of course he reminds you but agreed to stop

(He does for a good amount of time)

~Him opening up to you more and more

~ Being their when Coriolanus gets elected and wins the election and becomes president

~ Being the Hot Power Couple

~ Hardcore kinky sex almost 24/7

~Having his hands on you every chance he gets

~Finding out your pregnant a week after the election (like I said it was almost 24/7)

~He catches you singing to the children and gets memorised

~Your children being the both of yours entire world

~as you get older you see him start to change and get colder especially towards your kids

~You falling ill and passing breaking your children's heart and Coriolanus stone cold one

~You haunting him every single day up until his final breath

~Having your Granddaughter remind him of you (which is why he cares about her/has a soft spot for her)

I do have the aesthetics and Prologue but I am asking because I’m wonder who would read it in here.

Yep..😂💀

When I realise I have read all of the Peter Ballard x reader stories

Some Ideas/Requests I had for Coriolanus snow! (Any one can make these because I’m not good at writing plus I’d prefer someone else…hehe) also all female reader!!

1. Coriolanus snow x fem reader: During the hunger games you and Lucy come across careers and during the amidst of fighting trying to fight them off the reader sacrifice herself to save Lucy, not only leaving behind her best friend (Lucy) but also leaving behind her love (Coriolanus)

2. Jealous Coriolanus x fem reader: where the reader and Coriolanus used to have a fling but they ended it. (You can decide the reason) and the reader ends up with one of finnick odairs ancestors and Coriolanus gets jealous (and if you do smut you can make it into smut.

3. Peacekeeper Coriolanus snow x fem reader: The night Lucy performs the reader also performs and is just as good with the guitar and has a very captivating singing voice. Which makes Coriolanus awestruck/starts falling for her.

4. Jealous Coriolanus Snow x fem reader: the reader and Coriolanus are good friends for a while and maybe he’s had feelings/has been slightly pinning after her, both of them are mentors and the reader gets a very nice hot guy as her tribute and they become attracted to each other and coryo gets jealous

5. Coriolanus snow x reader: the reader was a tribute not that long before the 10th hunger games but during her games she had unknowingly did something that the capital did not approve of and she gets reaped back into the games but she doesn’t get a mentor because of the capital/peacekeepers doing the dirty work themselves they decided to put her back into the games and instead of snow falling for Lucy gray (his tribute) he falls for the reader. And during the games Lucy asks the reader what happened to her and she tells Lucy that after the games they had killed her family and sold her (like what happened to finnick & Johanna! If not comfortable y’all can leave that part out or come up with something else)

6. Coriolanus snow x fem reader: it’s when the attacks happen the reader gets hit and becomes unconscious but instead of snow looking for her (his gf?) he more worried about Lucy gray and he doesn’t realize that the reader is their next to him in the wing until after he knows Lucy is okay. Maybe the reader is in a very bad condition and had to undergo a surgery.

7. Coriolanus Snow x fem reader: where she’s in the games and she sings safe and sound by Taylor Swift to her fellow tribute, while their dying (like how katniss did with rue) and snow is just in awe and can’t take his eyes off the screen. (Maybe you were part of the capital and was thrown into the games because of your family?¿)

(I have more but all that I can think of rn!)