Day 1: Domesticity

We're officially one month away from the second run.

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Finally making a post officially announcing the prompts, dates and details for our next event!

The concept:

Any work made for this event should be an AU following one of the prompts! (wether it’s a canon divergence AU or a full AU)

Some of the prompts, such as "peacekeeper AU" and "arena AU", can be interpreted in more than one way, and that is by design! As long as your creation respect the spirit of the prompt, feel free to take it in any direction you would like!

Additional details

-All mediums are allowed!

-WIPs and late submissions accepted

-No AI generated content allowed

-On tumblr, you can post using the tag #2024snowbairdAUfest and tag us @snowbaird-events and we will reblog your work!

-on ao3, post to our collection

If you are interested in this event, please reblog for more visibility!

The second run of the 2024 Snowbaird AU fest is officially two weeks away!! We accepts all mediums, see our pinned post for more details and feel free to ask if you have any questions! 🫶

The Snowbaird Valentine Event starts tomorrow!!!

For anyone wanting to participate, the event will run up to the 29th! 🥰 (though if you don’t manage to finish in time we do accept late entries ❤️)

Clarification some people asked for:

Do we need to post the prompts in order? No, you can post the prompts in whatever order you want!

Are outsider POV ok? As long as the story is still about Snowbaird, outsider POV are totally welcomed!!

Use the tag #snowbairdvalentine2024 for any work posted on tumblr and here’s the ao3 collection

I’m very excited to see what you guys will create, hopefully people will participate 🥺

Only one week until it starts!

2024 Snowbaird AU Fest

Day Seven: Out Of Panem

Prince Coriolanus and his wife, Lady Lucy Gray, must play the game of power and win.

Snowbaird Smut week day 7: outdoor sex

I was examining a zoomed-in still of the meadow scene (with the purest of intentions I was looking at the embroidery pattern of LG’s shirt bc I plan to make a plushie of her too) WHEN I MADE A VERY ESSENTIAL DISCOVERY and noticed that her shirt is translucent enough to see she’s wearing a lace bralette;;;; I was immediately so so normal about it of course 😌

(They fucked in that meadow I know this to be true)

Hello Snowbaird fam! I just created a prompt drop off on ao3!

If you have any Snowbaird prompts idea you want to share, you can submit them there and they will be availables for authors to use!

for more information on how prompt meme collections work, here is the ao3 page!

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Rated: M for graphic violence

Genre: Thriller/Romance

Add. Notes: High School AU, Enemies to lovers vibe, Oneshot

On a camping trip that Coriolanus is not at all enjoying, he finds himself wandering through the woods with Lucy Gray, a girl who he distrusts and has convinced himself he despises.

When she tells him a spooky story, things take a turn when Coriolanus wonders if the story is more than just a myth, his feelings for the girl made complicated when he makes a decision to protect her.

Story Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63157057

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2024 Snowbaird AU Fest

Day Two: Wolves

Humans are no more, but there are survivors: descendants of once uncivilized beasts of the woods, mountains, swamps, waters and deserts, are now the dominant species. The wolves especially.

Lucy Gray is from the mountains but had to survive the treacherous valley packs, and her one potential ally is a golden wolf Coriolanus.

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.