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Rereading tfg, I realized that everyone says Eve is just like Emily, yet it is actually Emily who looks like Eve as she was older than her. I know that for the Hawthornes she looks like Emily because they knew her first, but idk I found this funny.

GUYS WHAT HOW HAVE I NEVER KNOWN THAT THERE WAS A GRAYSON POV FOR THIS SCENE?

I'm not trying to start a fight, but I'm literally sleepier than you are.

I don't care how sleepy you think you are right now

I'm sleepier

Crimson.

- Coriolanus Snow x gn!reader

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There is nothing left in this world for you but him.

author's note: Is this anything? I hope so :'> Had to get this out of my system and I'm actually quite happy with it

warnings: angst!, this fic contains dark themes, dubcon elements, mentions of blood and murder, a gunshot wound, hanging, lots of crying and mental illness, vague mentions of sex but nothing explicit

word count: 1'876

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There's blood on your hands. Your fingers stained from all the times you've traced the scars on his back. It sticks to you, warm and wet, refusing to let itself be washed off. 

Every time he kisses you, he pulls you into him with his hand on the back of your head. You fear for your life; you're afraid he'll consume you whole in his fervor. He never stopped starving, not really.

Not since you found yourself on the forest ground, drenched clothes weighing you down, and hands covered in mud. Your eyes red and wide open in pure dread. You sobbed then, begged, and pleaded with him, your voice raw and guttural.

Like a scared animal, crying out for help as it lay in the predator's jaw. Your chest heaved and wheezed, the cold air continuing to suck the life out of you. Your legs ached from carrying you as far as they could, running for your life. It was all for nothing. Hot tears descended the gentle curve of your cheeks, leaving behind glistening streaks of despair.

His hand was wrapped around your ankle in a painful grasp. You tried to push him away, continuing to sob and shout incoherently, fearing for your life. His eyes held pure, animalistic rage and desperation, their blue even icier than usual. 

He pulled you closer to him, dragging you across the ground. His own hot and heavy tears fell down onto your chest, mingling with the rain that had already soaked your shirt. You watched his mouth move, shouting something at you, the vein in his forehead threatening to pop. You were dazed, a distinct ringing in your ears from when he had fired his gun at you.

As it slowly subsided, the familiar sound of rain splattering onto leaves and dirt was the first to return to you. 

Then came his voice. It was the voice of a terrified man. The voice of a man who had fallen down a spiral of paranoia and lies and had dragged you down along with him. 

"Please." He seethed. "Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anyone." Sobs wracked his body as he spoke.

Lies.

He pressed his forehead to your thigh then, right next to where his bullet had grazed it. The fabric of your pants was stained a crimson red, despite the rather small wound.

It was the reason you stumbled and fell. It was the reason you were writhing on the floor in pain and shock as he caught up to you. His figure loomed over you, regarding his prey as it tried to scramble away. He fell to his knees then, dropping the gun he had tried to kill you and Lucy Gray with. The same gun he had killed the other two with. The same gun that marked the point of no return for Coriolanus Snow. Realization flashed in his eyes as he watched you sob and whimper his name.

He lifted his head to look back up at you, his eyes filled with sorrow and self-pity.

He reached out to touch your face, but you shoved his arm back at him. An unreadable expression crossed his features as he stared at you, tears continuing to trail down his cheeks.

He quickly and effortlessly shifted to place his thighs on either side of your hips, struggling to grab a hold of your arms as you fought back but ultimately managing to hold those down as well. You groaned as he put his full weight on you, extinguishing any remaining flames of hope to escape. 

"Listen to me. Please."

"Please don't kill me." You threw your head to the side, forced to rest it on the forest ground as his weight pushed down on you. "Just let me go. I'll disappear." You gasped. Desperate to survive.

"I'm not letting you go." He yelled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "You're not fucking leaving me." 

It sent a shiver down your spine. Only now was it truly dawning on you why he had aimed for your thigh, not your head. 

"What do you want from me?" You scream, finally meeting his glare. "What do you fucking want? Huh?" This was insane. He has completely lost it. First, he chased you through the woods, screaming about how he was going to kill you, and now he was straddling your hips. Why you? What did you do to deserve this? 

You stood too close to the fire. You should've tried harder to stop him. You should've recognized his descent into madness. 

You're sure the only things fueling you at that point were sheer panic and the human drive to survive. You'd been caught in his grasp for way too long already, your mind growing fuzzier and more incoherent with every lie he told you. By the time you realized, he had you wrapped around his finger already. He made sure your name would never be able to be mentioned without his in the same breath. 

Lucy Gray had warned you, but you were weaker than her. She had seen the way he looked at you, and she knew from the very beginning that it was no look of admiration or love.

"Come with me." She had said, "Run away with me."

Bless her. She really did try to save you from his wrath.

In Coriolanus' mind, you were completely his. He owned your soul, heart, and body in every way possible. He may call it love, but that's merely because that's the closest he'll ever come to feeling it.

The way he shouted yours and Lucy's names after realizing that she had vanished will haunt you for as long as you're alive. Hearing his heavy footfalls closing in on you, your stomach twisting and turning as he fired countless bullets blindly into the sky. He screamed and growled, accusing both of you of trying to kill him. He had turned into an animal in front of your very eyes.

You were the only one to witness it, though. The thought of Lucy Gray being too far away to hear this insanity is the only thing that brought you peace. You tried to run, but he had a gun, and you didn't. At least one of you got away.

"Run, Lucy Gray, get out of here. Don't worry about me."

"Don't die on me now, okay? I'll see you again. One day."

"One day." You promised her.

Coriolanus gently traced your jaw with his knuckles before cupping the side of your face in his hand. You watched raindrops drip down the bridge of his nose.

"I want you to come with me. You and I were always meant to be the victors here, you know that." He gazed at you with such fervor, firmly convinced of his distorted perspective. To him, it was all a game. A game he was determined to win, regardless of what it took.

"We'll rise up together. We'll land on top."

Hiding somewhere in between those words was a man afraid to lose everything and everyone he ever thought he loved. A man terrified of being alone, knowing full well that he doomed himself to this fate with his own actions.

You felt the rush of adrenaline from the chase slowly seep out of your skin and disappear into the dirt beneath you. Exhaustion took its place, like a thick fog engulfing your mind and body. You couldn't fight back anymore, even if you tried.

"Come with me." He whispered; it sounded like a plea, but you knew that your only other option was a hole adorning your forehead.

You closed your eyes, every last muscle in your body relaxing and giving in to surrender. It was all for nothing, but at least his eyes are prettier than anything else you've ever seen. When they're not filled with murderous intention. 

This was it.

It was all for nothing as he pressed his warm lips to your trembling ones. It was all for nothing as you felt yourself melting in his grasp, giving into the heat radiating off his body. 

He let go of your arms to snake his own around your waist, holding you closer to his chest. His kisses grew hungrier then, knowing he had won.

You lost. You lost when he pulled you into his lap, cradling your exhausted body in his arms. His tongue was warm and inviting, gently pressing against your own. His smell and taste were so intoxicating that they made your mind go blank, and you finally let yourself get lost in him. After so many years of denying yourself any kind of affection or desire.

It was all for her. 

She deserved to be free. Your world crumbled when Sejanus cried out for his Ma like a lost child, left to dangle from the hanging tree like the others. Maybe you died along with him; a part of you certainly did.

You wished, more than anything, that this kiss would've happened under different circumstances. You hoped, somewhere in an alternate universe, that no blood had to be shed and you'd still find yourself kissing Coriolanus Snow. 

He felt so good pressed against you. There was nothing else but him left for you—not in this world. There is nowhere else to go but where he goes. There is nothing left to you but his devotion and desire. Nothing but his name left on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could've stopped him from spiraling and given the both of you a chance to genuinely love each other. Maybe at some point, it would've still been possible.

Now, your only place is by his side. 

Caged between his arms as he fills you completely, over and over again. His marks litter your skin, hot and glistening with sweat. Deep welts left behind by his teeth and bruises adorning your throat and collarbones You've lost count of how many times you've come undone for him this night alone, how many times you called out his name so fervently that it robbed you of your voice.

He caresses your arm with the very same hands he has killed countless friends and innocent people with. He kisses you with the same mouth that threatened to murder you in cold blood not so long ago.

He is a monster in every sense of the word. Yet, you kiss him back and tell him you love him as he falls asleep next to you. His arms wrapped around your body, refusing to let go, even in his sleep. If he could, he'd fuse your bodies together, you're sure. 

There's blood on your hands. It's been there since the day you uttered the words 'in sickness and in health' and it will follow you to your grave.

Maybe one day you'll find yourself chained to this very bed. Maybe then he'll finally be satisfied. The thing that will truly satiate him will be his complete and utter control over you. It'll be his power to reduce you to nothing but something that belongs to him and only him. 

There's blood on your hands and lips, and, to your horror, it feels good.

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11.12.2023

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speaking my truth guys

Hiii now i have a request for coryo but im not sure of your comfortable writing it, so basically reader has period pains and coryo just kinda helps her, gives her chocolate, messages her back and stomach etc.. just like pure fluff. But again if you’re not comfortable with it it’s totally fine! Thank you <3

𓆙 and then she made my lips turn - CORIOLANUS SNOW x f! reader (kinda short)

summary and tw: coriolanus has the task of taking care of you when you are on your period. tw: period pains if you do not want to read about it! thank u lovely for the req :)!!, divider credits : @cafekitsune 𓆙

- You HATED your period, and you made sure to let anyone who came in 5 feet within your personal space to know it too. Someone who came in that space regularly was Coryo- not that you were really happy when he'd give you a shit eating grin that let you knew he thought the horrible experience you went through was funny.

- But of course, he didn't really mean it. Except his laughs were getting a little too realistic? You laid on your bed, hot pocket over stomach and placing your cold hands on your face to try to help you feel slightly better. You heard the door creak, and looked up to see a familiar white-blonde coming in. "Need help?" He teased, his hands in his pockets fidgeting though. One thing you learned about Coriolanus is that he loves to do things perfectly. If he doesn't get it done the right way, the guilt will eat at him for a long time.

- He'd immediately go up to your bed, sitting at the edge to not disturb your illusion of peace. "So.." Your words trailed off, not really sure what to exactly say. "What do you need, want, you know I'm here to do whatever you-" He spoke too fast, rambling at the thought of making you feel better.

- You shushed him, groaning when you had to sit up and placed a hand over his. You didn't want him to work himself out, but that isn't to say you couldn't refuse his efforts. After all, someone needs to pay the chocolate suppliers of Panem. "Stop worrying so much!" He visibly relaxed, his features softening now. "But I do want some chocolate, uh strawberries maybe?"

- His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Since when did you even like strawberries?" "Since now!" You huffed, going back to lay down. Sitting was starting to strain your back, that bit Snow noticed. "Okay, I'm gonna go?" He looked at you with nervous eyes, like he was scared you were going to break if he left for one second. "Go, I'll be fine." You nodded towards the door. "Fine, but when I come back, uh, massages!" He pointed a finger at you as though you couldn't refuse, not that you wanted too.

- When Coryo came back, first thing you did was to not give him a hug - contrary to popular views. Your hands immediately rummaged through the bag - surprised at the amount of snacks Coryo got you. "I only asked for strawberries and chocolate..?"

- "My girl deserves the best." He smiled, the corners of his lips turning up at your expression. You had to sit up for the second time to smother that man's face with kisses. His arms wrapped around you, bringing your head to rest against his neck. His very good smelling neck, you wondered what his hair routine was to.

- "No escaping from massages." His voice became serious now, he put his hands on your shoulders. "You don't have to tell me twice." You murmured, flopping back on the bed.

- His hands ran over your back, fingers pushing and pulling at your skin. You voiced your remarks very loudly if he didn't do something you liked. He would just reply with a "It's good for you!" or a cackle. Who knew Coriolanus Snow was capable of a cackle? No one at the academy probably thought he was capable of an emotion other then "charming."

- He suddenly moved to the front of the bed, hands clasped around your face before he pressed his lips against yours. "I think this way you'll feel better."