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If It's Real - 1/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: My last submission for snowbaird smut week!

Written for Day 7 (outdoors sex) for Run 2. This one will be a multi-chap, updated weekly (hopefully) with my others. Enjoy! :D

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Synopsis: Canon Divergent - Lucy Gray escapes after her interview, and Coriolanus hides her.

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Chapter 1 -

Coriolanus hurried home as soon as he was cleared by the doctor. He was desperate to find a way to save Lucy Gray from the arena. He hadn’t wanted her to die before either, but her saving his life when she could’ve run changed things for him. Now he was willing to cheat to get what he wanted, and what he wanted was her alive when the Games were over.

That song she’d sung was still gnawing at him, he had to admit. Who had it been about? Him? She said it was for a boy she’d left behind in 12. Did that mean she still had feelings for that boy? Did she have feelings for him too? That had to be why she’d come back for him, right?

Right?

In the end it didn’t change whether he’d help her or not, but his growing feelings for her were undeniable now. In fact, they’d grown in their intensity. Every day he’d woken up with remnants of a sweet dream behind his eyelids, dreams about kissing her, about doing more than that, dreams that had his body tingling when the morning came.

She was just so easy to talk to, to open up to, to care about. And her singing was for more than the damn Games. He wanted to hear her sweet melody. He needed it like breathing.

Yet for all his efforts, he hadn’t the slightest idea of how to help her, how to give her an edge, an advantage in the arena. Something that would keep her alive.

That was until he heard the squeaking of a dying rat on the floor of his room. The dots connected for him, and he collected the tools he needed, preparing the weapon that would discreetly save her life.

Then he headed for the zoo. It was time to talk to Lucy Gray.

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“She’s not here,” came a deep voice when Coriolanus’s calling out for his tribute’s name seemingly fell on deaf ears.

He paled, his hands trembling at his sides.

His first thought was if she had been killed, but that couldn’t be, could it? He’d seen her singing live, getting loads of donations for the Games. Why would they kill her?

“She ran after her interview,” came the voice again.

The person belonging to the voice stepped forward into the light, and Coriolanus could see it was.

Jessup.

“Did they catch her?” Coriolanus asked desperately, clutching the bars of the cage, his eyes pinned on Jessup like every word the boy would utter would mean life or death to him.

Jessup shook his head and simultaneously shrugged.

“Where did she go?” he asked. “Did she say anything before she left?”

“Just that she wanted to check on you, see if you were alright, and if maybe you could help her.”

Coriolanus’s mind was spinning.

What had Lucy Gray been thinking? Doing something so reckless as to run away? And at the same time, it made all the sense in the world. She should’ve run earlier instead of saving him. Maybe she was hoping she still could escape from the Games. Maybe that he would hide her?

But how would she find him? She didn’t know where he lived. She could be anywhere in the city.

Panic clawing at him, he met Jessup’s eyes again.

“Thank you, Jessup. I’ll find her. I promise.”

“Don’t bring her back here,” he said, urgency in his voice now. “If you find her, save her.”

“I will. You have my word.”

Jessup relaxed and nodded.

Then Coriolanus turn and ran away from the zoo, thinking like mad where Lucy Gray could’ve gone. Tigris had said people were locking themselves up in their homes, afraid of tributes running mad throughout the city. At least he had that on his side. No one would see her as she ran from place to place, seeking refuge. He just had to find her first.

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After checking the hospital and every alleyway between the zoo and there, Coriolanus abandoned his search to head home. He’d keep an eye out for her on his way of course, but his hope was faltering. He could only hope Lucy Gray had found some sort of place to hide out, a roof over her head, until morning came and she could find someplace more secure.

He wished that place had been with him, but it was dark and hard to see. She could’ve been hiding anywhere, and he might’ve missed her.

As Corso came into view and the magnificent statue and fountain that signified the street he lived on, he thought he could see something moving in the shadows.

He crossed the vacant street and saw it again.

“Lucy Gray?” he yell-whispered.

And yes, it was her. She popped up the moment he said her name.

“Coriolanus!” she yell-whispered back.

He ran to her, got a good look at her. She was chilled and panicked and trembling.

“Oh, my god, I’ve been searching everywhere for you,” he said frantically. Her confusion was evident. “I went to the zoo to see you, to thank you, and Jessup told me what had happened.” He pushed some dangling locks in her face to the side and cupped her cheeks fiercely. “Are you crazy, Lucy Gray? Someone could’ve seen you. You could’ve been punished.”

“I had to try to find you,” she burst. “I didn’t know if you were dead or alive. I didn’t know…” she trailed off, and he pulled her to his chest, stifling her tears out in the open.

He brought her with him to the side of the fountain and got down on his knees.

“Lucy Gray, listen to me. I put together a weapon, something you can use in the Games,” he told her. Her eyes widened. “But that doesn’t matter now. I told Jessup if I found you, I wouldn’t bring you back. I’d keep you. I’d protect you.”

“Coriolanus. Does…Does that mean…?”

And he lurched forward then. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so innocent here in the streetlights, in the moon shining down on them. She was perfect.

His lips landed on hers smoothly, and he pulled her to him to kiss her again and again, her soft moans driving him mad. He pulled away and pinned his forehead to hers.

“I’m going to hide you,” he told her. “In my room in my home not far from here.” He looked away from her for just a minute to gesture to a building down the road past the fountain. “Just until the Games are over. Then I’ll figure out how to get you out of here, get you a new life away from Reaping and the Games. I promise.”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“I believe you.”

His eyes flicked down to her lips again, and the need to kiss her once more was almost overwhelming. But he needed to know first. He had to. For his own sanity.

“Lucy Gray, about that song you sang tonight…What was it…for? I mean, what’s between us? You and me? Is it real?”

She tried to grip his face, to tell him all that was in her heart, but he pulled back.

“Just tell me.”

“It was payback,” she said. “The song. My old boyfriend back in 12 cheated on me with the Mayor’s daughter. She got crazy jealous and had her Pa read my name during the Reaping ceremony. Now everyone will know what they did.”

He nodded, accepting it, feeling better about it. And yet…

“It’s real, Coriolanus,” she said, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip. “It’s real…”

And then he groaned, unable to resist a second longer.

He kissed her again, passionately, sloppily. She didn’t seem to mind. She took it in stride and kissed him back just as hard, deepening each kiss, slipping her hands into his curls.

“Have you ever…before…?” she asked between feverish kisses, and he shook his head reluctantly.

“No, but I’ve wanted to.” He paused, gulping. “With you.”

His dreams flashed before his eyes, the passion engulfing them making him harden on the spot with her in his arms now.

“Then we will,” she told him, kissing the corner of his lips and then the other. “Right here, right now.”

His eyes widened. Surely his bedroom was a safer place than this, out in the open. But it was dark, and they were in the shadows, and they’d have to be silent as poisoned rats in his room. Surely if they tried to have sex there his Grandma’am would be alerted, and then he’d have major explaining to do.

“Okay.”

She pushed gently on his chest.

“Lie back.”

And so he did, on the soft grass, his jacket brushing the side of the fountain.

He watched as she unzipped his trousers and pulled them down just past his ass, just enough to pull his cock free of his underwear.

“You do want me,” she said, marveling at how hard he already was for her.

He groaned.

“Yes, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first heard you sing.”

Her lips twitched as she lowered her mouth to his cock, kissing the tip.

“Maybe I can make you sing,” she murmured, lowering her lips over the top of his cock and then down onto his shaft.

“Oh, god.”

His eyes fluttered closed as he let the feel of her wet mouth and tongue on his cock consume him. He was tingling all over, sweat popping up as little goosebumps all over his skin. He felt himself grow hard as a rock when she moaned over him. He lifted his hand to sink into her hair and brush any drifting locks away from her eyes.

“Lucy Gray,” he choked, when her lips reached the base of his shaft. “Fuck, I’m ready.”

She lifted her head, wrapping her hand around his cock instead and pumping him a few times, loving how he lifted his hips to seek more of her.

“Oh, yeah.” She smiled. “I think you are.”

He groaned, placing his hands on her hips after she’d straddled him. Then she lifted the skirt of her dress and felt for his cock, guiding him into her entrance as she slowly sank down on him.

“Ahh,” they hissed in unison, and he rose up a little, unsure.

“Lucy Gra-”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “Lie back.” Then she came with him and kissed his pretty, pink lips. “You feel so good.”

Reluctantly, he lay back, wishing he could see all of her, could see her naked. But he knew this time it had to be like this in case they were discovered out here in the middle of the night. At least he could feel her, and she did feel amazing.

He watched as she rose and fell on his cock. The friction felt incredible as she moved faster and faster, gauging his reaction to reassure him if need be. But his eyes were glued to hers, and he was lost.

After a while, she started to move against him, grinding for more friction for herself, and that seemed to set him off too. She could hear his breathing change, become more shallow and quicker. He was close. So, so close. And so was she.

She lifted her skirts so he could see beneath and snuck two fingers between her wet folds to rub her clit and get her closer faster so they could cum together.

“What are you doing?” he rasped. “Could you show me?”

She thought she had been showing him, but instead she described it to him and took one of his hands.

“Inside my folds, there’s a little nub at the top,” she told him. His eyes went wide, and he licked his lips in anticipation. “It’s extremely sensitive, and it’ll make me cum with you if you rub your fingers on it in fast circles.” She hesitated, then, “Do you want to try?”

“Yes,” he blurted immediately, eager to return the insatiable pleasure she was giving him.

So, she guided his hand to her wetness. He was a bit sloppy with how he moved inside her. The eagerness in him, she gathered. So she was patient with him and extended his middle finger to her clit.

“You feel it?” she asked, her eyes fluttering closed, because she sure as hell could.

He gulped. “Uh-huh.”

“Move your finger now. Press into it and move in circles.”

And he did as he was told, not quite getting it at first, but as he moved his thumb inside her as well, he got the hang of it, and soon Lucy Gray was practically levitating off the ground with how good it felt.

“Holy…”

And he smiled smugly.

“I’m doing a good job?” he asked, needing praise, even though her moans were evidence enough.

“You’re doing wonderful, sweetheart.”

And she started to move on his cock again, the feel of him throbbing and twitching inside her as she moved against his hand almost overwhelming.

And then, without warning, he started to move up into her, catching her hip with his other hand to keep her in place as he almost violently started to spasm.

Lucy Gray didn’t bother to get off of him. It felt too good. And if she got pregnant as a result of this night with Capitol boy, so be it.

She arched up against his hand still inside her, having stilled during his orgasm, and he resumed his movements enough to have her cum undone kneeling over him. Then she collapsed on top of his and kissed his sweaty neck, sifting her fingers into his curls.

Breathing heavily, he turned his head enough to kiss the top of her head, and she melted around him. He let her stay that way a few minutes longer, and then gently urged her up.

“We should go,” he said. “Can you stand?”

“I think the question is, can you?” she asked, amused.

Smiling shyly, he hid his blush in the dark as they got to their feet. Coriolanus pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away in the process, and Lucy Gray fluffed out her skirts, so everything was in place the way it had been before they’d been consumed by their passions right there on the grass.

He held is hand out to her, the one that had just been inside her, that he hadn’t bothered to wipe clean.

“Come with me.”

She smiled and took his hand.

“That was hot,” she told him, smug as all could be.

He blushed further, but then encouraged himself with an of course it was. I’m Coriolanus Snow.

They made it down the street until they reached the tall building that housed the Snow family. He turned to Lucy Gray.

“My Grandma’am will probably be asleep, but it’s incredibly important to be as quiet as you can be. She doesn’t…trust you. She has memories from the war, and-” He licked his lips. “My father died in the woods in 12 by a rebel.”

He didn’t need to say another word.

“I understand. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”

He nodded and opened the door.

They got to their floor soon enough, but as soon as they stepped inside, a surprised Tigris greeted them.

“Coryo!” she whispered. “I thought that you- oh, hello.”

“My room’s the last one on the right,” he murmured to Lucy Gray, and she nodded, forced a smile at Tigris, and then bolted for that room, closing the door quietly behind her once she was inside.

Tigris stood staring at her cousin the whole time. As soon as the door to his bedroom had been closed, she pulled him deeper into their home and practically pinned him to the wall.

“Coryo, what are you thinking?”

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the Hanahaki disease AU:

As per Canon, Coriolanus leaves the woods of 12 and makes his way back to the Capitol. But he starts coughing up flowers. Learning that the cause is Hanahaki disease, he sets out to find Lucy Gray, hoping to win her back and escape his impending doom - unfortunately for him, she isn’t so keen on forgiving him and trusting him again. Despite Coriolanus trying to hide it, she ends up learning of his condition, and is left feeling betrayed, thinking he only cares about saving himself, yet conflicted because the thought of him dying as in pain upsets her. As his condition deteriorates, he accepts his death- he sends Lucy Gray home, gives her enough money to support the Covey (possibly takes cares of the mayor problem as well); hoping this way she’ll at least have a good life after he’s gone - and it’s by being selfless that he finally wins her back. (Some elements can be changed but that is the outline we came up with!)

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