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Happy Valentine's Day - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: For Day 1 of the @snowbaird-events Valentine's Day/Week Event. Domesticity. Hope you all enjoy!

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Synopsis: Capitol!AU - Coriolanus and Lucy Gray celebrate Valentine's Day at home.

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The year of his first campaign, Valentine’s Day fell on a Saturday. He spent the entire week before it trying to convince his campaign manager that he needed the entire day off. The blank look he got in response that Monday told him it would be a week-long of convincing.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a recognized holiday in the Capitol, but it was highly recognized in the districts, particularly in District 12 where Lucy Gray, his wife, was from. It had taken him a minute to accept it when she’d first explained the holiday to him, mostly because he hadn’t seen the point on being extra romantic on one day when he wanted to be romantic with her every day.

Her shutting down and becoming distant as a result was an instant eye opener for him, and he immediately did everything he could to make the day special for her. Her cousins informing him that Billy Taupe, her ex, hadn’t taken the holiday seriously either made him even more determined to do the opposite. He never wanted her having flashbacks to her ex when she was with him, never wanted her wondering if all men were the same, including the one she was with.

“Was it hard getting off today?” she asked, sliding her fork with a chunk of meat on it past her supple lips.

He shrugged.

“Nah, they understood.”

He sipped his wine.

He’d prepared a romantic dinner for the two of them. He’d also obtained a Tigris-approved Lucy Gray-esque dress for his beloved wife that he hoped she would like. He had it tucked away in his office closet and planned on making a beeline for it as soon as they finished dinner.

Lucy Gray held back a snort by some miracle. She could always tell when her husband was lying. Still, she supposed a little white lie for the sake of the holiday could be accepted.

“Food is good,” she said, swallowing the last bite off her plate sometime later.

He smirked when he saw her gaze darting to his lips.

“More to come on that front,” he confided.

“Dessert?” she asked, surprised.

He scoffed.

“You’re shocked? You know I always go all out for you, Lucy Gray.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling swept across her cheeks, making her heart flip in her chest.

Oh, she loved this man.

“What is it?” she asked, folding her hands beneath her chin.

“A surprise.” He winked, and then she did snort.

It was so unladylike of her, but then she never was one to be overly concerned by appearances, especially in front of Coriolanus. The stage was maybe an exception.

“You want it now?” he asked, when she leaned back in her chair, silverware abandoned.

He was clearly eager to show off for her, but she shook her head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He frowned.

Enter protective Coriolanus.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, knowing where his head was at, especially with her hands resting atop the barely there baby bump that had been growing at the pace of a snail over the last two months. “Just full.”

He nodded, accepting that fact. He had put a lot on her plate. But then she was eating for two these days.

Their second child. Their first blonde baby was three. She was staying with Tigris tonight, so they could have the evening to themselves.

“I have something for you,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow and reached for the fruity juice sitting next to her plate.

“What is it?” she asked.

He looked at her mischievously.

“Uh-oh.”

He laughed, a silly smile stretching across his face that gave her goosebumps.

“I’ll be right back.”

He stood up, circled the table to press a kiss to her forehead, then took off for his office.

“Hurry back!” she called, watching his behind with anticipation until he disappeared up the stairs.

When he returned, he was startled to see her having cleared the table and was setting the dishes near the sink in the adjoining kitchen. He set the large dress box on the cleared table and encircled her waist with his arms, dropping his chin on her left shoulder.

“What is my beautiful, pregnant wife doing?” he murmured against her neck.

She tried not to let his teasing breath affect her, but it was impossible. She was so easily aroused these days. Still, she managed to just let an easy smile slip out of her.

“Your beautiful, pregnant wife is putting away the dishes.”

He frowned.

“We have maids for that.”

“I told them they could have an off day today,” she informed him.

His frown deepened.

“Why would you do that?” He nuzzled her neck, giving her more delicious chills and finally brace her hands on the counter after releasing the dishes.

“So we could be alone,” she whispered.

He smirked, and she felt it all the way down to her toes. She turned in his arms and draped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as she twirled her fingers in his luscious blonde curls. Soft moans passed between them, and she could feel the start of his erection as he pressed her up against the sink counter.

“Coriolanus,” she purred, and he grunted. “What’s in the box?”

He couldn’t suppress the sigh that slipped out. She was such a tease.

“Come see for yourself,” he said instead of complaining. He was excited to see her reaction to the gift after all. And they had the whole night for other activities.

Offering her his hand, which she took, he guided her back to the table and watched with rapt attention as she untied the large bow and lifted the box lid before setting it to the side.

She gasped.

So many colors, she thought.

Lifting the dress out of the box, she saw how it could be cinched in the middle with a satin ribbon or left open for when her baby bump turning into a baby belly.

“Tigris?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“Hey, I picked it out,” he said, needing to get credit somewhere.

She waited.

“But I took Tigris with me to get her approval, yes.”

Lucy Gray giggled and held the dress to her and spun around on her toes.

“It’s beautiful.”

He grinned, dazzled by the sight of her overjoyed.

“Can I try it on now?”

“Sure.”

She licked her lips and set the dress back in the box. Then she went up to him and turned her back to him, dragging her long locks over the front of her shoulder where his head had just been perched.

“Help me undress?”

He sucked in a breath but nodded, unbuttoning the back of her dress slowly and slipping the sleeves down her arms from behind. The temptation to unhook her bra was almost overwhelming him, but somehow, he resisted. He got the dress down to her hips, and then she stepped away from him to push it down her legs and stay out of it.

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She couldn’t believe after five years with this man, he still made her heart race, still gave her goosebumps, still made her shiver with desire.

It took an effort to slip out of the dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor as she reached for the other dress, which, given its design, did not require any assistance. Even the ribbon tied into a bow at the side that she was able to manage.

Flouncing back to him, she tossed her silky strands across her back again, just a few curls tucked behind her ears.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Tigris did a good job,” he managed through his teeth, instead of crying about how horny he was.

“Oh, suddenly you don’t want credit.”

She smirked, walking slowly over to him. She tipped her chin up and slipped her arms around his waist.

“Kiss me,” she requested.

He groaned but glided his hands up her backside until they were cupping her jaw, thumbs caressing her cheeks.

“If I kiss you, I might not be able to stop.”

“Fine by me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed.

He didn’t need any more invitation. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers.

“More,” she whispered breathily.

He grunted and gripped her face tighter as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her hot, waiting mouth.

Shivers erupted all over her body, her nails digging into the waistline on his back, struggling to pull his shirt free of his pants. Finally, he released one side of her face to assist her in pulling his shirt free.

“Couch. Now,” she panted, yanking her mouth free.

He released her to pick her up behind her back and the back of her knees. Then, he carried over to the couch one room over and laid her down gently on the soft cushions.

She looked around, sinking into the couch.

“Isn’t this where…?”

“We conceived baby number two?” he finished her sentence, smiling cheekily.

Her lips parted as their eyes met, and she drew the skirt of her new dress up to just above her hips, lowering her panties moments later.

His eyes dilated as he watched her, helping her free her legs of the scrap of fabric once it reached her lower calves. He inhaled the scent of them before tossing them over his shoulder. The action made her hornier than ever.

He was about to stand up to finish unbuttoning his shirt and shrug out of it when she hooked her ankles over his shoulders tugged him closer to her.

“C’mere, Baby Boy.”

He grinned, not even objecting to the nickname. He knew what she wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Gliding his hands up the smooth skin of her legs, he spread them wider, then dove beneath the edge of the pretty skirt of her dress to lap at her wet folds.

Clutching the edges of her dress, Lucy Gray felt her head fall back onto the pillow tucked into the arm of the couch. She practically levitated, lifting her bottom up and lifting her right leg up the side of the couch to give him better access.

His grip on her thighs was practically sinful, and the feel of his tongue and his nose dipping inside her, nudging her clit, swirling around it, moving up and down and deeper into her drove her to the brink of sanity. When he inserted two long fingers into her channel, she yelped at the buzz it gave her.

“Fuck, Coriolanus.”

He grunted but continued on, incessantly moving inside of her until she came in waves, rippling in vibrations across his face. It was such a turn-on, he couldn’t deny how painfully hard he’d become.

Lucy Gray was breathing heavily, bliss covering her face.

“I suddenly under-understand how I’ve gotten pregnant by you twice.”

He laughed.

Another moment passed, and the smile that had formed on her angelic features faded into the lust that had stayed just beneath the surface ever since he’d set a tasty dinner in front of her an hour earlier.

“Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”

His blue eyes darkened with equally urgent desire.

“Want me to help you take the dress off?” he rasped.

She nodded wordlessly.

“And the bra.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, but first he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants and underwear to his knees, loving the look on her face when they zeroed in on his engorged cock.

She scooched closer to him on the couch to cradle it in her hand, and it twitched, leaning into her touch.

“Oh, boy, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, he is.”

“He?” She raised an eyebrow and looked up into his briefly subdued lustful gaze. “You’ve named him?”

He blushed fiercely.

“I didn’t say that.”

She giggled and abandoned his cock to pull his face to hers for a steamy kiss, and he climbed onto the couch, hovering over her.

“The dr-dress,” he mumbled as her hands slipped beneath his shirt, suddenly regretting that he hadn’t unbuttoned it earlier.

“Oh, right.” She blushed now too. “Guess I’m a little eager.”

He laughed.

“You and me both.”

She smiled and lifted up her arms for him to pull the dress up through. Then his warm hands unhooked her bra, and her breasts fell easily into his palms after he removed the fabric.

“Perfect. Just…perfect for me. Look how they fit just so…so perfectly in my hands.”

“Boy, you sure know how to talk up a girl, Coriolanus. You know we’re already married, right?”

He lifted his gaze to her doe-eyed one and nodded.

“Oh, yeah, I know.”

Coming close to capture her lips, he braced his hands on the arm and back of the couch for leverage.

Her legs hooked around the back of his thighs, yanking him suddenly closer. Needing to touch him everywhere, her fumbling fingers worked at his buttons until she got to the last one, and he pulled back for a heartbeat long enough to pull his arms free of the sleeves.

Flush up against each other a second later, Coriolanus fitted himself to her and pushed deep inside, making them both cry out.

Lucy Gray saw stars.

Each thrust drew more desire out of her, needing him to stay inside and keep moving simultaneously. Desperately.

Her nails drew down his back and scratched into his scalp, the blonde locks caught between her fingers as he kissed her.

“Oh, Coryo. Coryo.”

“Tell me what you want,” he purred.

“More.”

“More what?” he murmured, stilling briefly, and then lifting his foot up to fuck her from a new angle.

At first, she was incoherent. Then –

“Mmmm. Yes, that’s it. That’s…oh-oh my god.”

She lifted herself up, moving in sync with him as he feasted on her breasts and moved inside of her. She felt a dam breaking free inside of her as his tongue swirled around her nipples, much as it had done to her clit not that long ago.

“Fuck! You’re so-”

“So – ” He grunted. “What? What am I, Lucy Gray?”

She slammed her lips against his, sitting upright, and she ground hard against his cock, fucking him until he’d fallen back against the opposing arm of the couch and riding him until she fell apart and felt his cum spreading through her insides.

Then she collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around her, winding through her hair the way hers had done with his.

“Now are you ready for dessert?” he asked half a beat later.

She laughed.

“Just – give me a minute, Coriolanus.”

He chuckled, his whole body rumbling and rippling across hers with him still inside her.

“Whenever you’re ready, princess.”

He kissed the top of her head, and she felt warm all the way down to her toes.

Love you.

Two weeks until the first run of the AU fest event!!!

Day 1: Virginity 🦊

Coriolanus first time with Lucy Gray was truly something, in the embrace of nature his vixen lady so small in his eyes turned out to be a vixen in heat.

Maybe its also a way to see both of them loosing their virginity, Coriolanus in the literal sense and Lucy Gray with his size as he should be to big to handle. But ofmcourse she is able to adapt and after this experience certainly can’t keep her paws off of him. Don’t mind him Coriolanus just rearranging her insides making room for some pups 👀

lets just say the truth, billy taupe sucked-

Here is the link to the ao3 collection if anyone needs it!!

Marking Coriolanus Snow - 1/1 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: My entry for Day 2 (Hickeys/Marking) of run 2 of Snowbaird Smut Week 2024. Also, another rendition of meadow sex. Lol. Enjoy.

@snowbaird-events

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Synopsis: Lucy Gray realizes she's in love.

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Lucy Gray was getting possessive.

She’d never in her life felt possessive of anything except her beloved Covey. But with each passing day since Coriolanus had made his presence known to her in 12, she could feel it clawing at her. The need to mark him somehow as hers, so no other pretty district girls could even think about laying claim to him.

It was instinctive, and it was primal, and it had everything to do with the fact that she knew she was falling in love with him. That hadn’t started in 12. It had started during the games when they’d taken turns saving each other from death. Now, free to be with each other – or as free as they could be with the peacekeeper commanders watching their every step – she could feel what it really meant to fall for someone who wasn’t going to hurt you, who wouldn’t cheat on you, whose heart matched yours.

And she hated that she couldn’t declare it openly to anyone except her Covey. And he couldn’t tell anyone either, except his friend Sejanus, who likely knew without having to be told.

But on Coriolanus’s free days, he would meet her in the meadow, and they’d spend hours there kissing and cuddling and making love. She’d send Maude Ivory away so there wouldn’t be any witnesses, and they could be alone. During those times, she felt free as a bird, and falling for him hard.

She’d touch his face, trace the curves of it, the hard line of his jaw and the crinkles around his eyes when he smiled really big, which wasn’t often, but he did it for her. She couldn’t believe he was real, that she’d gotten this lucky. And the fact that he was likely falling for her too made her heart swell.

He had to be, right? He’d followed her to 12 after all, when he could’ve gone to 8.

But she was getting impatient. She had to do something to mark him. Her nails were too short for really leaving marks on his back during sex, but her teeth were sharp.

Yes. A hickey should do it.

It would heal, and she’d have to leave another over and over again, but it would be worth it. And what was even better was people would see it.

They’d assume it was from some district girl he’d slept with, and she’d have to live with the fact they wouldn’t know it was from her. They wouldn’t know it was her laying her claim to him and for any other girl to back off. But she would know it, and so would he.

So, the next afternoon while she was practicing in the meadow, she felt him approach from afar and immediately stopped, looking over her shoulder. She smiled.

“Hey, don’t stop. I like listening to you sing.”

She humored him and finished the song, while he sat beside her on the log, and then she set the guitar aside.

“Can I kiss you now?” she teased, her hands in her lap though what she really wanted to do is lunge at him and topple him over.

He chuckled.

“You can always kiss me, Lucy Gray. You know that.”

“You like when I kiss you?” she teased again, and he nodded.

“My favorite thing in the world.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she did lunge at him then, but he was sturdy, and they didn’t topple over. He held her body to him and explored her mouth in a way that made her toes curl.

“I want to try something,” she said after she broke away, after she’d nuzzled his nose and tried not to burst when he nuzzled her back. Her heart was screaming.

Okay, she was in love. She was so in love she wanted to scream it across the meadow and have every creature far and wide hear and feel how she was feeling. She could hardly contain herself.

“What’s that?” he asked, brushing her jaw line with his thumb and then brushing her bottom lip with it, making it pop out of place briefly and giving her chills.

“Come with me,” she said and got up.

She held his hand, and their fingers intertwined as they circled around a nearby tree to a large blanket laying there.

“This looks familiar.” He smiled smugly.

Their sex blanket, he’d called it fondly once, and Lucy Gray had tried and failed not to blush.

“I want you,” she said, her voice falling darker, dirtier, eager with need for him. “Is that so bad?”

Immediately he pulled his blue shirt up and over his head, followed by his white undershirt, so he was shirtless.

“Not bad at all, Lucy Gray. I want you, too.”

He came to her and helped her out of her light, cotton dress. The sleeves were a little tricky to slide out of, but they managed it along the way, laughing a bit at the difficulty.

When it was at her waist, Coriolanus sighed contently, easily removing her bra and tossing it aside so he could kiss her breasts.

“You taste so good, Lucy Gray.” He lapped at one nipple and then the other until they were tight and erect. “I could eat you up all day.”

She shivered and lifted his head so she could kiss him again. He ate her alive, kissing her hard and long, sticking his tongue in her mouth and sliding it against her own. She moaned and nearly forgot her own name, she was so lost in the feel of him.

And all they were doing was kissing.

“Ohh, you drive me crazy, Coriolanus Snow,” she confessed, shoving her dress the rest of the way down and kicking off her boots.

“Feeling’s mutual.”

He smirked, shoving down his pants and underwear and sinking his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties to drag them down her smooth legs. She kicked them free, then sank down onto the blanket, and he came with her, hovering over her, kissing every inch of her, making her feel worshipped and loved, and she wanted to tell him so badly then, what she wanted, what she felt.

But part of her was afraid he maybe didn’t feel the same way. The other part wanted to tell him in a special way, like in a song for only him maybe. Yes. She liked that.

When his tongue started flicking at her clit, and his lips wrapped around it, sucking, she could only hold his head to her pussy and try not to scream. Her hand flew over her mouth, and she moaned into it, screamed into it even as she came undone, her body lifting up and then sinking down, absolute putty against the blanket as he crawled back up to her, removed her hand and kissed her lips so she could taste herself on his tongue.

God, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

To avoid saying it, she pushed at his chest, and he flipped over onto his back. Then, when she was ready she lowered herself down onto his erect cock, and did cry out when he filled her fully.

“That’s my Lucy Gray.”

And his emphasis made her open her eyes from the ecstasy and lock with his.

This was the time.

She lowered her mouth to his neck and bit down hard.

“Mmph!” He jerked slightly, but then relaxed and smoothed his hand over her long locks trailing down her back. “Easy there, you’ll leave a mar- Oh. That’s what you wanted to try.”

“Mhmm.”

She sucked on the wound, lapping at it with her tongue, then lifting her head to see the spot was properly bruised.

The hint of a smile on her face as he watched her mesmerized Coriolanus.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He chuckled, and she looked up at him and frowned.

“I just want the crazies of this town to know you’re taken.”

“No need to get defensive, Darlin’.” He rose up to kiss her again. “I like you crazy.”

Her eyes widened.

“You do?”

He nodded.

“Possessive of me just like I am of you.”

She shivered.

“You’re possessive of me too?”

He gripped her chin and kissed her again and again.

“Why do you think I keep coming out here whenever I get the chance? You’re mine, Lucy Gray. No one else’s.”

“And you’re mine.”

Their kisses grew feverish then, heated. And he started to move from beneath her, encouraging her with his hands on her hips.

It didn’t take long for Lucy Gray to move on her own, her body a sight to behold for a horny Coriolanus as she leaned back, her breasts to the sky, as her hands braced themselves on his knees. She ground hard against him then, and even propped her feet up on either side of him so she could bounce up and down on his throbbing cock.

“Ah-ah,” he cried, intertwining their fingers and gripping hard as moved up and down.

Then, leaning forward, she fell down onto his hard chest, and he fucked up into her from underneath, holding her tightly to him as he pounded into oblivion, the slapping of their bodies echoing across the field.

“Ung, Ung…I’m-I’m coming, Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray!”

And he emptied into her, holding her ass against his body so he could properly fill her.

Lucy Gray would’ve been more alarmed if she hadn’t enjoyed it so much.

“Oh, wow.”

He went limp, his legs falling flat on the blanket.

“I’d say sorry, but-”

“Yeah, I know. That felt incredible.”

She lifted her head and folded her arms on his chest, setting her chin on her hands.

“I guess we both marked each other today.”

Coriolanus grinned and then started to laugh. Lucy Gray joined in, and then he was turning them over and kissing her deeply once more. When he lifted his head, he looked like there was something he wanted to say – badly. And she felt it too. She’d felt it for a while.

“You’re my girl, Lucy Gray,” he said instead, and that was good enough for her.

She beamed.

“And you’re my guy, my Peacekeeper guy,” she chuckled, nuzzling him again.

Oh, she was so in love.

And as he nuzzled her back, she knew so was he.

dont mind me testing something out

Second day second prompt: rose

Snowbaird Valentine Event!

I want to thank @kpchrs for the first idea, then @burntblueberrywaffles who has create the event and then I tag the @snowbaird-events as usual u.ù

Rose

He has never understood the tradition of staying away for a full three weeks before the wedding.

The lack of Lucy Gray burns in a spiral of emotions that borders on paranoia, even though he knows she is perfectly safe and happy - with Tigris and Persephone in District One, pampered and pampered and immersed in what the girls call an 'intensive beauty treatment'.

Of course, his job as President allows him enough distraction... And, in his spare moments, he works on the secret project he only shared with Clemmy, to get her to help him out.

It all came about by chance. One day, while working in the rose garden with Grandma’am, he remembered their first meeting and wanted to taste a rose petal.

Puah!

The memory still makes him sick. So much for bedtime! Roses smell good but taste horrible .

So he decided to create a truly edible variety that would do justice to their aroma. Clemmy, who is also his personal secretary at work, got involved in the project in her spare time - and theirs turned out to be yet another winning partnership.

After all, she was the first to process his precious poisons with him.

Days slip by between them as the date approaches and, in the end, he has just enough time to make a shrub of red, edible roses bloom before the big day.

He instructs the pastry chefs and instructs the florist.

Everything is perfect for the surprise.

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Lucy Gray strides through the garden bewitching everyone. Her wedding dress is a riot of light and color; he does not know what fabric Tigris sewed it with, but it is marvelous. The bodice is iridescent and is decorated with several colorful hand-stitched roses. It ends with a long white skirt that shimmers in the sun, soft as a cascade of fresh snow.

She wears a veil. He finds it a curious choice but, after all, Lucy Gray and Tigris know what they are doing. The comb of the veil is hooked under the elegant bun with which her hair has been gathered, and swirls of white tulle descend to the floor, mingling with the train of her dress.

Moreover, Lucy Gray is barefoot.

He immediately understands the reference: Lucy Gray, the little girl who was lost in the snow, has found her home in the snow.

Soon they will be a family. Coriolanus's heart beats fast in his chest as Tam Amber - doing the voices of her father - leads her before him and intertwines their hands.

They both stand under an arch of white roses and there become husband and wife.

When the ceremony ends, when they have exchanged rings and the first kiss and had the toasting, Lucy Gray looks for Tigris in the front rows and she nods to her. As Festus hands Coriolanus one of the special red roses, she brings a hand to her head and unhooks the comb of her veil, causing it to fall back to the floor, and turns to precede him down the aisle.

Coriolanus holds his breath, abrupt and surprised.

On Lucy Gray's back, naked, is tattooed a beautiful rose bush, studded with many different roses of all the colors of the rainbow.

So she. So them.

Roses, one of the meeting points of their love.

Lucy Gray turns to him and smiles, then grabs his hand, dragging him behind her.

They reach the end of the row of chairs, trampling the petals scattered on the lawn, and before the crowd can catch up with them, Coriolanus turns her towards him and hands her the red rose.

"Welcome to the family, Lucy Gray Baird Snow."

She giggles, her eyes bright, and as he had planned she plucks a petal from the rose, bringing it to her tongue. And when she swallows she bursts out laughing again, delighted.

"We almost had the same idea!" she exclaims, before the guests join them in congratulations.

Coriolanis squeezes Lucy Gray's waist and thanks and smiles and is happy, really happy, so happy that he thinks his heart will explode. He does not know if it is made to contain so much happiness all at once.

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They toast and then the cake is brought under the gazebo lit by many small hanging lights - a copy of the stars in the sky above them. Coriolanus has ordered and obtained that all of Capitol City be in darkness that night, to allow him and Lucy Gray to seal their pact of love under the stars.

The cake is large and colorful, multi-storeyed. Every decorative rosebud is edible.

In a final exchange of promises Lucy Gray grabs two of the little flowers and hands him one. No need to speak because her cunning expression says it all. They feed each other that little taste of rose and then both burst out laughing as the guests applaud their love. 

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It is not the last rose he tastes that night.

Coriolanus immerses himself in the perverse pleasure it causes him to lick every single rose drawn on Lucy Gray's back while she, quiet and relaxed after making love, simply lies on her stomach in the unmade bed, her head abandoned on her crossed arms.

They may not taste as delicate as the roses he produced in the lab - but they taste of Lucy Gray and her skin, and that's enough to make him want to taste them all.

💖💖💖

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Snowbaird AU fest day 3: Arena AU

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2024 Snowbaird AU Fest

Day Four: District 13

Lucy Gray and Coriolanus make it to District 13, but it turns out to be another game for survival.

So they need to win.

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