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The prompt for today is birds u.ù

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Birds

During the summer break, after he has been forced to work hand in hand with Dr Gaul on the new edition of the Hunger Games, Coriolanus has asked and been granted to spend the summer at Twelve. President Ravinstill has made the first house built in the Victory’s village available to him also because, in fact, he is taking Lucy Gray home to see her family.

Lucy Gray shakes his hand throughout the train journey, without saying anything.

She too knows that the Hunger Games are an evil he is forced to endure, but there is a limit even to his acting ability.

***

In the Twelve everything is better. They are no longer at the Seam - although coal dust still gets everywhere - and the Coveys have huddled together, happy and excited to have Lucy Gray back for a month and a half all to themselves. They have moved into the Victory’s house with them - although they take turns not to leave their house empty - and spend their days together, as happy and carefree as they have ever been.

The schools are closed and none of them have to work. Coriolanus personally makes sure that plenty of money arrives every month to support the whole family, because the idea of CC or Tam Amber going down the mine gives him the creeps.

They spend wonderful days amidst music, singing and games, and then the time also comes for a trip to the lake.

They talked about it briefly, him and Lucy Gray. Coriolanus told her that it would be no problem and, then, following her glare, confessed that he would do his best to overwrite the bad memories.

So they set off early in the morning, taking advantage of the still cool breeze of the night before the sun burns them. They walk briskly; Coriolanus grasps Lucy Grey's hand tightly and tries to concentrate on Maude Ivory's voice and the songs she sings.

Unfortunately, so do the damn birds.

Coriolanus is forced to listen to their echoes in his ears for as long as it takes for them to arrive. There are times when he thinks he'll go mad, when he just wants to squat on the ground and plug his ears - echoes and reverberations of that terrible day, of the song of the hanging tree smashing his head and shattering it into tiny pieces.

When it happens Lucy Gray understands him, and always distracts him with a kiss.

Her smile and her love are the most valuable weapon he has to fight every crisis.

***

They finally arrive.

At last they can undress and dive into the lake and make noise, and the birds above their heads, apart from a few neutral melodies, no longer sing like in his nightmares.

It's shaping up to be a perfect day.

They soak for the whole morning and then engage in various other activities and games - Coriolanus has brought a real ball and a pack of cards, and everyone enjoys themselves.

Then, after lunching on fish - caught by Tam Amber and CC - and bread and cheese - brought from home - they all lie down in the shade of the trees, praying that it will be enough to combat the heat.

Lucy Gray has laid her head on his chest and has one leg entwined with his. It seems that not even the mugginess is enough to keep them physically apart , and Coriolanus is perfectly fine with that. He caresses her hair and she begins to murmur a quiet melody.

Immediately the Mockingjay stop singing, and then imitate her. Coriolanus' hand stops and so does Lucy Gray, raising her face to his, worried.

“Sorry,” she murmurs.

Coriolanus smiles.

"It's not your fault" he replies to her "Nor theirs" he adds, under his breath.

Holding her still helps him keep his mind clear of terrible memories. The tiredness and peace that pervaded him that morning also help to keep him calm.

Lucy Gray smiles and leans in to leave a small kiss on his cheek.

"They are the true example of freedom, you know?"

"The Mockingjay?"

"No, birds in general. I'd like to be like them" Lucy Gray pauses "That's what they call me at the capital, isn't it? Songbird. I wish I had a pair of wings, and I could live and sing in the sky for the rest of my life."

Away from me.

Coriolanus turns to her and grabs her, sinking his face into her hair.

"I'm sorry," he tells her, as his heart breaks for the umpteenth time, "If you feel trapped at home.

If I'm not enough.

Lucy Gray bursts out laughing and returns his squeeze.

"I didn't say that, silly."

Coriolanus knows that he cannot afford to make demands on her. He knows that Lucy Gray is a free spirit, and that trying to force her into a trap would lead to her dying little by little, day by day. At the capital, she expresses her need for freedom by singing all over the place; she enjoys her fame as the Victor to have the doors open in any club that tickles her fancy. And Coriolanus has learnt to let her go and hush the terrible, insistent voice that tells him she will find someone else.

But here it is more difficult.

Here, in the Twelve, it is established that Lucy Gray belongs to no one.

Least of all to him.

Coriolanus hopes that it will be enough to keep showing her love day by day, to make her stay.

***

University has been going on for a fortnight when one afternoon Coriolanus comes home and Tigris announces that Lucy Gray is waiting for him in the roof garden.

Curious, after hurriedly changing his clothes, Coriolanus goes up and is stunned when he sees, in the middle of the rose garden, a huge aviary.

It is a wonderful cage, gilded and decorated with wrought-iron roses. It has inside it a lot of small bowls with grains at different heights, others with water, and various bird handles as well as hanging cuttlefish bones.

And the birds are there. Some are hopping on sticks, some have decided to take a bath, some are eating. They hum, but the wonderful melody he hears is that of Lucy Gray, standing in front of the aviary enchanting the birds.

Coriolanus, past the first moment of surprise, approaches and embraces her from behind, interrupting her song.

That is the moment when he realizes that the aviary has no little door, that the birds can come and go as they please.

Lucy Gray raises her head, staring up at him from below with a huge smile.

"There are no Mockingjay here," she tells him, "No bad memories. But, you see? Even in the city the little birds live ".

At that moment two of them come out of their cage with a shake of their wings and disappear into the sky.

"This is a safe place. With food, water, fun and fragrant flowers," Lucy Gray continues, "A home to come back to again and again. A safe choice."

You are my safe choice , Lucy Gray is telling him, the place I want to return to.

Coriolanus smiles and spins her around in his arms until they are facing each other. He leans towards her and kisses her passionately, and she reciprocates by sinking her hands into his blond curls.

Her. Lucy Gray.

His wonderful songbird.

Who chooses him day after day, never leaving him alone again.

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Second day second prompt: rose

Snowbaird Valentine Event!

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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.

***

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.

***

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. 

***

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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Mockingjay's screams

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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.

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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.

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