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THE FIRST RUN OF THE SNOWBAIRD SMUT WEEK OFFICIALLY STARTS TOMORROW!!
The first run of the Smut week will start in three days!!!
For those who need a reminder, here are the prompts!
Day 1 - June 16 : virginity
Day 2 - June 17: hickeys/marking
Day 3 - June 18: bondage
Day 4 - June 19: exhibitionism
Day 5 - June 20: breeding
Day 6 - June 21: mirrors
Day 7 - June 22: outdoors sex
Snowbaird Smut week will take place next week!
post with the tag #snowbairdsmutweek2024 on tumblr or in our ao3 collection!
Only two weeks until the first run of the Snowbaird smut week!
Guidelines for the Snowbaird Smut week!
-Please wait until the day of the corresponding prompt to post your work! (exemple: for the prompt mirror, you should wait to post on June 21 and after)
-When posting, you can post to the ao3 collection, and/or share here on tumblr using the tag #snowbairssmutweek2024 - tag us @snowbaird-events so we can see and share your work!
Important note: to avoid sharing nsfw content directly on this page, we will only reblog your post if the nsfw content is put under a read more - otherwise, we will share your work by making a post that links to it!
-We accept all kind of works, but be sure to properly tag the content!
-Snowbaird should be the main pairing of the work. Works centered on other pairings (ex: Snowbairdplinth, or other ships where Snowbaird is a background/past relationship) are not accepted.
Further clarifications:
Can I use more than one prompt for a single work?
Yes! If you make a work combining prompts, you can post it on the day of either of the prompts used
Are late entries accepted?
Yes! We will keep reblogging and sharing works that are posted for two weeks after the end of the first run (meaning, until July 6) - if you miss that window, you can wait for the second run of the smut week, which will take place from august 4 to august 10, using the same prompts!
Can I participate in both run of the smut week?
Yes! However, please do not repost the same work twice - on our end, we will reblog all the works of the first run again during the second run
If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to send us an ask or DM!
One month until the first run of the Snowbaird Smut week! (see our pinned post for dates and prompts!)
official dates and prompt list for the smut week!
if you are interested in this event, please reblog for more visibility!
Here's the official list of prompts for the smut week!
Day 1 - June 16 : virginity
Day 2 - June 17: hickeys/marking
Day 3 - June 18: bondage
Day 4 - June 19: exhibitionism
Day 5 - June 20: breeding
Day 6 - June 21: mirrors
Day 7 - June 22: outdoors sex
official dates and prompt list for the smut week!
if you are interested in this event, please reblog for more visibility!
Here's the official list of prompts for the smut week!
Day 1 - June 16 : virginity
Day 2 - June 17: hickeys/marking
Day 3 - June 18: bondage
Day 4 - June 19: exhibitionism
Day 5 - June 20: breeding
Day 6 - June 21: mirrors
Day 7 - June 22: outdoors sex
Here's the official list of prompts for the smut week!
Day 1 - June 16 : virginity
Day 2 - June 17: hickeys/marking
Day 3 - June 18: bondage
Day 4 - June 19: exhibitionism
Day 5 - June 20: breeding
Day 6 - June 21: mirrors
Day 7 - June 22: outdoors sex
May Trope Mayhem is a multi-fandom/original creation event open to writers, artists, and creators of all kinds! Weâve put together a list of 30 of our favorite tropes (plus one free day!), one per day through the month of May, and we encourage creators to join us for this month of fun tropey mayhem.
Our goal is to promote motivation and help with habit building, so weâre encouraging authors to keep their ficlets under 1,000 words, artists to stick to making just a sketch, gif makers to only do a single image, etc., as applicable to whatever youâre making.
This event is primarily held on Tumblr, but youâre welcome to participate anywhere Duck Prints Press has an account (you can see all our current platforms here) and weâll keep our eyes on our tag everywhere!
How can you participate? Itâs easy! Thereâs just a few simple rules:
write a ficlet or a poem, create art, make a gif, or create any other content that you want, aligned with the prompt for the day!
post your correctly tagged fills to Tumblr, and weâll reblog them! Weâll reskeet works on Bluesky, retoot those on Mastodon, you get the idea. Note: we do not use Twitter.
you must tag warnings such as gore, MCD, sexual content, etc., so that people can make informed decisions!
please also tag fandom and ship, so people can find what interests them!
we ask that you put the tags at the top of your post, so theyâre easy to find.
if you write more than 1k words and post the whole text on Tumblr or wherever, please use a read more if the platform allows.
if you create something with NSFW content or potentially triggering material, please put the entire work under a read more.
Ping us (duckprintspress) or tag your creations â#may trope mayhemâ and so we can find them! Weâll reblog all fills that follow the above rules and are posted between May 1st and June 8th, 2024.
If you post to AO3, you can also add them to our collection there!
You donât have to sign up for May Trope Mayhem, just post your fills. You donât have to be a member of the Press nor do you have to be following us. You donât have to be part of a specific fandom. Weâre open to all ships, genres, formats, etc.! You donât have to post fills on the corresponding day, though we ask that if youâre creating for a day that hasnât happened yet, please wait for that day to post.
Participating in May Trope Mayhem? Want to chat fandom, books, creation, and more? Join our Book Loverâs Discord Server!
This is a low-pressure event, held in good fun, and we look forward to seeing what you create!
(read more: the full list of prompts written out! with links or definitions to any prompts we thought might be confusing!)
MAY TROPE MAYHEM Prompt List!
Secret Relationship
Mistaken Identity
Accidental Ownership (Character A accidentally ends up the owner of Character B)
Space Western Setting
Marriage Before Love
Time Loop
Wound Tending
"This is our get-along shirt."
Reincarnation
Mutual Pining
Forced Proximity
Sentinel/Guide
Vampires
Outsider Point of View
Monster F*ing (censored in the image)
Foodservice Setting
Meet Cute
"Keep your dog on a leash."
Mecha
The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement
Steampunk
Love Requited Too Late
Bottom Storage (or however you feel like interpreting it!)
Werewolf/Shifter Character
Fake Relationship
Reciprocal Idiots (like idiots to lovers, or however else you feel like interpreting it!)
There Was Only One Bed
OMG They Were Roommates
Soul-Bonding
Homoerotic Swordfighting
Free day!
The results of the poll were leaning towards June, but in the end, after consideration, weâre officially gonna make two runs of the event!
What does that mean?
You can post your work either in the first run (which will take place from June 16th to June 22nd) but if you miss it, you can also participate in the second run, which will take place in august (exact date to be determined)
During the second run of the smut week, weâll also be reblogging works from the first run on corresponding days!
The purpose of this is to give an opportunity to people who might miss the first run to still participate in the fun;; itâll also give us an opportunity to revisit things posted in the first run! đ„°
Posts with the prompt list, rules and further details will be made later, but in the meantime donât hesitate to send an ask or dm if you have any questions!
Hello Snowbaird fam!! Me and the Snowbaird discord besties have been planning this for ages, so I'm excited to say we have a smut event cooking up for this summer!
I've seen that @snowbairdweek mentionned they have something planned for July, so I'm thinking we should probably hold it in June or August to avoid overlap, but what do you guys think?
Ok, so as I just created a Snowbaird prompt drop off, I'll be writing out some of the AUs ideas we came up with in the Snowbaird and Bread discord server! (If you'd like to join the server just send me a DMs and I'll provide an invite <3)
Starting off with:
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 isnât 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 sheâll at least have a good life after heâs gone - and itâs by being selfless that he finally wins her back. (Some elements can be changed but that is the outline we came up with!)
Find the prompt drop off here:
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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Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray Baird aka Snowbaird - 550 words
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Deep in the meadow
Under the willow
All Coriolanus could do was listen to his songbird. His. Lucy Gray sang, with his head laying on her chest, her fingers combing through his blonde, buzzcut hair. They really were laying in the middle of a meadow, in the tall grass under the starry night where nobody would find them.
Lucy Gray smiled and he smiled back, dumb and love-struck and her singing broke with a giggle as she cupped his face. Coriolanus leans into her warm, warm hands. In his hair, caressing his cheek. Never had he felt so safe. The night hadnât begun like this.
A bed of grass
A soft green pillow
It was the anniversary of his motherâs death, alongside his younger sister. Coriolanus had cried and cried all day, going so far as to smash and destroy things. When heâd turned in for the night, lying in his bed, he hadnât been able to take it anymore. He practically threw himself at Lucy Gray, sobbing.
The way her brown eyes softened like molten honey made him want to cry harder, because somehow it reminded him of her. His mother. His songbird. One and the same.
Lay down your head
and close your eyes
Lucy Gray held Coriolanus tenderly while he cried, rubbing his back soothingly and humming to him. When the covey curiously approached, she excused them, and took him here. He loved her for it, oh how he loved her, almost too much. Coriolanus listened to the sound of her heart slowly beating in her chest. Her heart, that belonged to him.
Lucy Grayâs eyes traced the sky, connecting constellations. The most beautiful view of the stars was from her warm eyes. She who was a star. She who was born to love the world.
and when they open
The sun will rise
He who was born to hate and scorn. Coriolanus was so very different from her, how could she love him? How could he love her? Were they not too different?Â
But the way she looked at him with such love and affection, so genuine, he hoped the same showed in his own. Coriolanus hung onto her every word. Every verse. Every soothing stroke to his hair, his back, his hands.
Here itâs safe, here itâs warm
Here the daisies guard you, from every harm
When Lucy Gray sang that part he cried harder and she squeezed him and kissed his forehead. She loved him.
Here your dreams are sweet
and tomorrow brings them true
Coriolanus hugged her, clung to her. If he was holding her too hard, she didnât show it. Lucy Gray leaned her forehead against his. This time it reminds him of himself, and the way he does that to others when heâs trying to calm them.
Heâd done it to her before too, and Sejanus⊠Tigris had even done it to him. He wondered if it ran in the family. Was Lucy Gray family now? Did he think of her as such? Lucy Gray Snow.
Here is the place
Where I love you.
âDid you write that yourself?â
âYes.â
That night, laying in a meadow of tall grass, Coriolanus Snow wept into Lucy Gray Bairdâs arms. He had no idea how that song would haunt him like a living nightmare, not when it felt like a dream.
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Note: My first ever Snowbaird fic, sorry for the angst, I just couldnât help myself! The idea popped in my head and I had to write it so I just hope I did it justice! (I may have teared up a little writing this)
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Snowbaird Valentine event
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7. Stars
Lucy Gray is plucking the strings of her guitar and humming to herself.
It is a beautiful, still warm mid-September day, she is in the roof garden, and the orangey light of the sunset forces her to keep her eyes closed as the music flows through her.
Images, words in poetry, sensations invade her and she has to let them out.
She does not feel him coming but, as always, she senses him. Lucy Gray smiles and turns her torso slightly and opens her eyes.
Coryo is there, watching her with a huge, love-filled smile on his lips. He has two heavy dark circles under his eyes - the result of his job as president, which robs him of too many hours of sleep - but his face is always beautiful and every time he looks at it Lucy Gray feels the butterflies in her stomach stir.
She has been very, very lucky. The stars have chosen well for her.
Today is a special day; there is a reason Lucy Gray went up to the roof, waiting for him. Today they are celebrating two months since their wedding, and Lucy Gray intends to ask a favor⊠No, a blessing.
Roses surround them, the only glimpse of nature she can find in Capitol City, the only one she can claim as her own. It is not the Coveys' lake - but the power of Mother Earth is quite the same, for in the roses their bond is cemented.
And the sunset, the sun dying in the sky.
Making way for the stars.
The hour of magic.
Lucy Gray has spent most of her life confined to District Twelve first and Capitol City later, but in her mind are held endless traditions; grandmothers' secrets passed down through music and poetry. Rhymes to unravel the very threads of fate.
A direct contact with the universe.
She stops playing and places the guitar beside her. She does not get up from where she is sitting - in the middle of an empty flowerbed, virgin soil under her skin , the moment her clothes disappear.
She stretches out her arms.
Without a word, Coryo cancels the distance between them. He kneels before her, heedless of the elegant dress he is soiling. She encircles his neck and smiles on his mouth, after a small, lip-smacking kiss.
"Best wishes, gorgeous."
"Two months" he replies "I bought some chocolate and wine to celebrate" he continues "I expected to find you in the house".
"And instead".
"And instead" Coryo kisses her again, this time holding her by the waist with one arm, and with his free hand grabs her face. He sinks his tongue into her mouth and Lucy Gray welcomes him, as always "Why are we here, my love?"
Lucy Gray smiles, cunningly.
âBecause then the stars will witness us,â she replies, mysterious as ever. She kisses him again and pulls him to her as she lies back down and in no time his hands are under her dress, their desire already ignited, their spirits seeking each other as well as their bodies, impatient.
In the magical space between the Before and the After, in the advancing twilight, Lucy Gray spreads her legs with her bare back pressed against the virgin earth and asks the stars for their blessing.
***
It is early June, on one of the first evenings when it really feels like summer, and the cool breeze is silent. It is hot, very hot.
Even hotter because Lucy Gray feels huge and heavy. Her back rests on Coryo's chest, they both sit in an empty flowerbed in the middle of the rooftop garden, while he gently massages her baby bump and tries to catch every tiny movement under her taut skin.
The sun is dying in the sky and Lucy Gray hums with closed lips, enjoying the last distant rays on her face, waiting for the moment when she can open her eyes and observe the sky again.
"That was a kick!" exclaims Coryo, excited, as their unborn child has well and truly decided to wake up and make its presence known.
Lucy Gray smiles and interrupts her song to giggle. The sun sets behind the walls of Capitol City and she opens her eyes again, looking for the stars in the sky.
The same stars that blessed everything: from their love, intertwining their lives, to the fruit of their passion, that day Lucy Gray completed her ritual.
Mother Earth and Father Sky.
Who poured life into her womb exactly when she asked for it.
She can't wait to give birth. She knows she should be scared - Coryo is definitely hysterical, alternating between sheer joy and terror like a spinning top gone mad, mindful of his own mother and the baby sister he lost but still happy with the fruit of their love; impatient to see how their bodies mingled to give birth to their own flesh-and-blood child - but the reality is she is just tired.
Tired, and huge, and short of breath, and unable even to bathe herself, having reached this point.
Lucy Gray sighs and resumes humming to herself, watching the stars become more and more defined against the gradually darkening sky.
She asks for one last grace, one last blessing.
That all is well.
Coryo leaves a light kiss in her hair and smiles, continuing to massage her belly and seek contact with their child.
The stars shine high in the sky.
And she knows that they have also answered this prayer.
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Snowbaird Valentine Event
This is the first story in chronological order! I am super excited to post. It's more heavy then the others, but, oh well...
As usual thank to @snowbaird-events and @burntblueberrywaffles and all the discord snowbaird server đ„°
6. Rainbow
He remembers it as if only one day had passed.
The slow search in the forest, the rifle weighing in his arms, the growing concern for Lucy Gray who did not answer his call. The orange shawl on a bramble, dirty and abandoned; the terror that paralyzed him and then the pain of the snake bite.
And then his head, which split in half.
Kneeling on the hard ground of the forest, looking at the wound on his arm, time stretched on and on. The damn birds began to sing. The terror that Lucy Gray is lost or hurt is swept away by the burning sensation of betrayal; the rain falls and he feels it like bullets on his head, on his body.Â
"Lucy Gray!" a scream filled with frustration as rejection takes hold of him, as it paralyzes him, as he cannot believe that, that she, that....
And, then, two arms wrap around him.
"I'm here," Lucy Gray murmurs, her head resting on his back, "I'm here, Coriolanus. It is not poisonous. It's not poisonous, I swear."
Coriolanus does not know whether it is reality or a dream - a nightmare - and he crumples in on himself, grabs his head. He closes his eyes and the world is a kaleidoscope; he is in a house of mirrors, where Lucy Gray's songs bounce and taunt him, where those damned birds do not stop tormenting him. He sees them, even with his eyes closed. He sees their beaks now pointed, their little legs full of deadly claws.
"Make them stop" he sobs, as he cries in agony "Make them stop".
The only foothold he has with reality is the grip of Lucy Gray's arms on his waist. She anchors him, holds him still, shuts off all excess as he feels himself dying inside little by little, as betrayal mingles with rejection and finally pain.
As he turns back, slowly, one labored step at a time.
She, who is singing, perhaps to try to console him, perhaps to stem the enormous panic attack that has pervaded him, stops. The Mockingjays echo her notes for the last time and then the forest fades away; only the sound of rain remains.
Coriolanus calms down. Slowly, as the minutes tick by, he comes to recognise what is tangible and what is not. The grip on his waist. The weight of Lucy Gray on his back.
Real or not real?
With difficulty he pulls his fingers away from his head, frees his ears from the hands he had pressed against them, in an attempt to turn off any noise - real or imaginary. He opens his eyes. He straightens his back, one painful inch at a time.
He turns around, inhaling at the top of his lungs.
And she is there.
Lucy Gray is there. She's still holding him by the waist but she's flinched, to be seen.
"Forgive me" she tells him, the tears on her face mingling with the rain "I was afraid".
Coriolanus bursts into tears again and holds her in his arms. Lucy Gray caresses him, comforts him. She no longer sings, does not allow the birds to imitate her, to torture him again. She merely waits for him to vent everything with tears, until Coriolanus feels drained and without strength.
Eventually, they break away. They stand up. Lucy Gray grabs the rifle and Coriolanus grabs the shawl. They hold each other's hand.
They walk back to the hut by the lake.
The rain slows down and, by the time they arrive, it has disappeared completely. They sit on the shore of the lake, indifferent to the wetness. They are already soaked from head to toe.
Lucy Gray puts the gun down behind her and takes the shawl from his hands; she drapes it around her shoulders again. She smiles, but her eyes are still sad.
"You lied to me, Coriolanus" she tells him, neutral, without accusing him "And then I saw it. I saw, in your eyes, when we found the weapons, that you were thinking of leaving me."
Coriolanus has no excuse. What Lucy Gray is telling him is true.
He turns his face away, stares at the horizon, for he does not have the courage to look her in the face.
"... I was lying to myself" he whispers finally "Because if I say it, I must also admit that it is true".
Lucy Gray sighs.
"Sejanus?"
Coriolanus nods.
"I thought his father saved him" he finally admits "I tried to save him. They denied me the call" he turns again to look at her "I swear, Lucy Gray" he concludes, fiery.
Because it is the truth. It is the truth and also the only way he can live with himself now.
Lucy Gray caresses his cheek and smiles. She is still sad. There is still the second unfinished business between them.
"You are not made for this life, Coriolanus."
Coriolanus closes his eyes and leans against her hand. He inhales deeply, and then turns back to the horizon.
The rainbow has sprung up.
"We'll make it work," he replies, his mind back to work -Â healthy again, ready to look for the best way out.
"How?" asks Lucy Gray.
Coriolanus begins to speak, staring at the rainbow. The serenity after the rain. The promise of a thousand colors.
Lucy Gray, his girlfriend.
Whom he plans to save, paying any price.
***
At the base no one noticed his little outing that morning. The nurse to whom he shows his arm reassures him that the bite is not poisonous, and that it is normal for snakes to come out of their lair during the rain.
Coriolanus faces his last days as a Peacekeeper in District Twelve, before being transferred. The searches are still going on; Mayor Lipp is still inconsolable, wracked with grief -Â he is still staring at the Covey house, eyes out of their sockets, looking for a culprit he will not find. The weapons are safe at the bottom of the lake. Lucy Gray stands guard over their grave, waiting for the all-clear.
Coriolanus searches the Coveys' wretched house under the watchful eye of the mayor and manages to tell Barb Azure in half a voice where Lucy Gray is and why she is there. The house is clean. The Peacekeepers continue their tour.
And, finally, they arrive at the mayor's house. Coriolanus did not even have to make an effort to get the general to accept his suggestion. "It's obvious the mayor didn't kill his daughter, but wouldn't it be a smart move for the Rebels to hide the weapons in the one place we'll never check?" The search is approved. Coriolanus slips into the kitchen with an excuse.
He recognised the signs, in the pallor of Mayor Lipp's face, in his bloodshot eyes, in his never-quenched anger. He has spent a lifetime behind Professor Sickle's skirts, he can tell when a person has decided to drown their pain in a bottle. And slipping white powder - rat poison - into the half-open bottle in the kitchen is child's play.
The next day he will be in District Two. Less than a week and Lipp will already be dead.
Lucy Gray will be able to go home.
***
Things went better than expected.
Coriolanus wasn't sent to Two, but he went home. He won the Plinth Prize and Dr Gaul has taken him under her wing. He'll pretend to follow her and her beliefs to exploit her connection with President Ravinstill and, then, when he's sure of his role in society - Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem - he'll end the charade and get rid of her too.
Meanwhile, he just took care of old Dean Highbottom. That was personal, of course, but still related to Lucy Gray. If he hadn't sent her home, if he hadn't expelled him and forced him to join the Peacekeepers... If, if, if.
He risked losing her. His Lucy Gray, his precious songbird.
He risked losing her in more ways than one -Â he doesn't like to think about it, he doesn't want to admit it even to himself, but Coriolanus knows that as his head cracked, if Lucy Gray hadn't been ready to grab hold of him and keep him grounded in reality, he would have risked stepping beyond the insane and the unforgivable.
For this, Highbottom deserved to die.
That is why Coriolanus knows that, from now on, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Without any more qualms; without any more moral restraint.
Coriolanus walks the streets of Capitol City, hugging himself in his red coat to counter the air that has become crisp. Dawn has dawned a few hours ago, but it has rained during the night, and the winter sun has failed to chase away the moisture that now seeps into his bones.
He reaches the huge roundabout before the Corso, imagining the Dean writhing as the poison-corrected Morphamine takes effect, and suddenly he sees it: behind the Statue of Justice a rainbow rips through the sky, filling it with hope.
Coriolanus smiles. He thinks about how Dr Gaul approved not only his Victory Tour project, but also his request to have Lucy Gray move to the capital, and then perhaps the Coveys, the following year. What better way to introduce Panem to its Victor than to have her seen happy and surrounded by the loved ones she risked losing in the Hunger Games? Hope, mixed with the pain of remembering those who did not survive. Bread with which to nourish Panem and its Districts, in a way that is congenial to his Mentor and at the same time allows him to hold on to his Lucy Gray.
âOf course I will take care of everything,â recalls the conversation with Dr Gaul âLucy Gray and the Coveys will be my welcome guests. Pluribus Bell has offered its club to allow them to practice and perform for curious citizens. Don't worry, I have everything under controlâ.
Control.
Gaul's favorite word, the sure way to gain her approval.
Wonderful as the rainbow after the rain; Lucy Gray and her colors, which he will see again in a few days.
Wait for me, my love , he thinks, eager to fulfill the promise he made to her on the shores of the lake, I will come for you.
And then nothing will be able to separate us any more.
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Snowbaird Valentine Event
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Snakes
Lucy Gray has always had a natural talent for turning her pain into poetry and her poetry into music and, through it, leading herself towards healing.
However, it seems impossible for her to do this with the Hunger Games, with what happened to her in the arena. The only song she has ever produced on the subject is actually the love song she composed for Coryo, and only to thank him for saving her.
Her nightmares therefore have no way of changing.
In her nightmares, the huge shrine shatters and a shower of colorful snakes is immediately enveloping her. Lucy Gray sings, and sings, but her voice fails, and her words become garbled, and she forgets the lyrics. She knows she will be bitten if she stops singing. She also knows that she has lost, that her tongue twists in her dry mouth, and that she can do nothing more to stop the inevitable.
She wakes every time with a gasp - she cannot scream, with her throat so closed - and then is unable to go back to sleep, even when her heart stops hammering in her chest.
For a long time she thought she would never get rid of the nightmare. She cannot face it with music, so how can she transform it and let it go?
It is Coryo who suggests the idea to her one day. Or rather, it is Coryo who takes her to visit the reptile house, after asking for her consent, of course.
Lucy Gray goes through the snake cabinets, admires them and reads all the cartouches, and is fascinated. She knows. She knows that snakes were once her friends. She knows that she too used them to attack.
She convinces Coryo to convert a room in the house into a reptile house. She starts buying and collecting snakes; she studies everything she needs to take the best care of them. She even goes as far as breeding them, researching rare colors.
Most of those snakes are harmless, innocent ; she can pick them up without any drama, she often lays them on her shoulders - she adorns herself with them - and trots around the house with them.
Some, however, are poisonous, to be handled with care. They are the ones she sings for, they are the ones she must learn to love. They are the ones from which she extracts the poison for her Coriolanus. Lucy Gray does not ask - she no longer asks - but she knows. She has decided to make her peace with it.
The Hunger Games no longer exist, after all, and she is convinced that the main push for this was the mysterious death of Dr. Gaul, which surely occurred because of some experiment gone wrong in her lab.
Slowly, as weeks turn into months and months become years, her recurring nightmare also changes. The rainbow-coloured snakes are always enveloping her, and she loses her voice... But, now Lucy Gray knows, they will never hurt her. She surrenders, Lucy Gray, as the hard stone beneath her back turns into a soft mattress, and the carpet of snakes spiraling above her becomes a blanket of sheets, ready to protect her. To make her feel safe.
After all, as long as the snakes are with her, no one can touch her. Not Mayor Lipp, dead now for years, and not the politics of Capitol City, who continue to see her as a District savage who has corrupted the good name of the Snows.
Lucy Gray is quiet and serene as she learns to sleep protected by snakes.
And, when she opens her eyes and turns her head, emerging into the world, she realizes that the only real, living snake always sleeps beside her:Â Coriolanus Snow, president of all Panem and her future husband, who always keeps his promise to protect her and save her from all evil and turns the nightmare into a wonderful dream.
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I posted a fic for the Snowbaird Valentine's Day Event!
When I'm Pure Like a Dove, When I've Learned How to Love
Summary: Lucy Gray and Coriolanus bask in sunlight by the edge of the lake, enjoying each other's presence and calming each other's fears.
I used every prompt all in one lol.
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It's time for another Snowbaird Valentine prompt, so đ
I'm in love with this very short story đ„°
Snowbaird Valentine event!
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Love at first sight
Coriolanus had stayed close to his mum, clinging to his dress while all around him was pure chaos .
He and his mum and dad had gone to see a show, there at District Thirteen, which had already been chaotic in itself - all people dancing and singing, and Coriolanus, squeezed into his little purple coat, had held his mum's hand so as not to risk getting lost in the crowd⊠At least until his daddy had put him on his shoulders, allowing him to see the stage where several colorful people were playing and singing - and then his mummy had kissed his daddy goodbye and taken him in her arms and run behind the stage, in the middle of a city of colorful tents. Now they were in one of them, and Mum was sitting at the small table in that makeshift kitchen, chatting happily with the woman who was singing as if they were old friends, even though they could not be more different from each other.
And, around them, other kids and children were chasing each other and shouting and playing... Chaos .
Coriolanus could not understand how they could all be so wild without the adults caring.
The few times he himself raised his voice while playing, a glance from his father was enough to extinguish any enthusiasm.
He felt lost, and bewildered.
"Why don't you play with everyone else, Coryo?" his mother finally told him, pulling his little hands off her dress "You'll see you'll have fun" she concluded, giving him a wink. It was their secret code to let him know that at that moment, away from daddy's gaze, they could do something forbidden .
And it wasn't that Coriolanus didn't want to play. It was just that... It was too much.
He wasn't used to having all those people around.
Not to disobey his mum, however, he shyly broke away from her and took a few steps towards two little boys who seemed to be the same age as him. The two - a boy and a girl - were talking animatedly to each other and Coriolanus froze again, uncertain.
Then something caught his attention, a movement he registered out of the corner of his eye.
Coriolanus turned and saw a little girl, who could not have been more than two years old and was tiny, enter the kitchen-tent yawning and rubbing her eyes. Without saying hi to anyone she grabbed a chair and started dragging it towards the kitchen cabinet and Coriolanus, alarmed, took two steps towards her. Before he could do anything, however, she had already climbed over the chair and leaned towards her target - a bowl filled with gummy sweets.
Coriolanus cast an anguished glance at his mother and the lady friend, but the two were laughing without caring what was going on around them.
The little girl had grabbed a handful of candy and then the chair had wobbled and Coriolanus, without thinking, had run towards her. The little girl, however, kept her balance and, as if nothing had happened, got off the chair again and shoved some sweets into her mouth. She turned around and Coriolanus saw that she had woken up completely and had two bright dark eyes.
The two of them studied each other for a moment and then, with a bright smile, she held out her little hand to him with the candy that had stuck a little, covered in saliva.
"You cute," she told him, and Coriolanus felt embarrassed, "Want some?"
Normally, Coriolanus would never have accepted anything in that condition. Not only was the candy with saliva on them, not only did he not even know her. But there was something about her... Barely hesitating, he took a candy and put it in his mouth. It tasted like strawberries.
"Me Lucy Gray," the little girl introduced herself.
"My name is Coriolanus," he replied, courteously, articulating the words well as he had been taught by his daddy.
Lucy Gray laughed and then grabbed him by one sleeve of his purple coat and then trotted towards the other children, dragging him along.
No longer thinking about anything, no longer feeling intimidated, Coriolanus started to play and soon was running and laughing around the table like everyone else, never losing sight of his new friend.
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For prompt 2 Snowbaird Valentine event: rose
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in this case bed of roses
For prompt 1 of the Snowbaird Valentine event: Valentine @snowbaird-events
The concept was a world with no Hunger Games AU where they are both students at the academy, and Coryo asks LG to be his Valentine đ€đ€
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It's that time again!
Snowbaird Valentine Event!
The prompt for today is birds u.Ăč
As usual, thanks to @snowbaird-events ( @burntblueberrywaffles ) for this event đ
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 Victoryâs 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 Victoryâs 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 -Â 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.
âSorry,â 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!
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.Ăč
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 Grandmaâam, 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:Â 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.Â
***
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 -Â 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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Where the Wild Roses Grow - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
For prompt 2 of the Snowbaird Valentine event: Roses @snowbaird-events
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Snowbaird valentine event!
Thanks to @snowbaird-events and @burntblueberrywaffles and all the snowbaird server for this beautiful event! đ
There are seven prompts and I decide to write some little short stories all in the same "au". There will be plenty of fluff, silliness and happy ending. Also, this is a fix-it. I will post even on ao3 in the collection and I will link the story at the end.
So, let's start!
Here is the first story
1. Valentine
The first time he heard this he thought he had misunderstood.
"... Valentine..."
He looks up from the newspaper he is reading and sees Lucy Gray and Tigris confabulating on the other side of the living room. They giggle, see that he is looking at them and turn away, covering their mouths with their hands and lowering their voices further.
I wonder what they are up to , thinks Coriolanus. He doesn't give it much thought, even though the male name pinched his ears uncomfortably, since it was Lucy Gray who pronounced it. With a lot of enthusiasm.
Mentally, he shrugs his shoulders. It must be a model from Tigris' new atelier or something. He has nothing to fear anyway.
Right?
***
He seems to hear it everywhere.
This time he went out, with Lucy Gray and Festus and Persephone. A nice double date.
He is coming back from the bathroom when he sees Lucy Gray half lying on the table, leaning towards Persephone and saying something to her with a bright, amused air.
"... Valentine..." it's that name again. His ears perk up and a shiver seizes him and he marches determinedly towards the table.
"What are you talking so cheerfully about?" he asks, smiling quietly.
Persephone chuckles and Lucy Gray returns to sit composed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Nothing interesting, sweetheart," she replies to him, "Persephone was telling me that her parents will probably give her a cat for her birthday."
A cat named Valentine?
Coriolanus watches her, quiet. Something doesn't add up.
He realizes only later, when he goes with Festus to pay:Â Lucy Gray was acting. She was not authentic.
She is hiding something from him.
***
 Even with Clemmy - even with Clemmy!
Lucy Gray stopped by the university after a morning of errands downtown and he caught her talking under her breath to Clemmy on the threshold of the chemistry room.
"... Valentine..."
Clemensia smiles and giggles, which is quite unusual for her.
"Good morning, girls," Coriolanus greets them, trying to smile but feeling his face get stuck in a paresis. He is starting to get irritated.
He doesn't like the excited glow in Lucy Gray's face.
Who the heck is this Valentine?!
Lucy Gray laughs and is already in his arms. She stands up on her toes and kisses him ardently.
Immediately Coriolanus calms down. Surely it cannot be anyone special if Lucy Gray continues to seek him out in this way, even in public, even when it would be better to avoid it.
***
Then suspicion sets in again when even Festus gets involved.
This time he catches them together. A very stupid thing, at the supermarket. He passed by almost by chance because of an unforeseen gap in university schedule to buy a treat for the evening, because he knows Lucy Gray loves them. And he has seen Lucy Gray and Festus so close that they almost brush against each other as they look at the pastry shelves.
Immediately a burning anger invades him and closes his stomach.
Really? Just what... Four months in the capital and Lucy Gray is already cheating on him with one of his friends? With his best friend?
And then he feels it again, as he is pinned down at the beginning of the lane, unable to advance towards them - and maybe it's just for the best, because right now he just feels pervaded by a murderous rage.
"... For Valentine..."
What is that, a code name? The name Lucy Gray calls Festus by in some moment of passion?!
The idea is so ridiculous that it almost distracts him, and then it is Festus who notices him.
He smiles like it's nothing, approaching him perhaps too quickly, leaving the cart behind.
"Coryo! Don't you have class with Gaul now?"
There it is, the admission of guilt. You wanted me to be busy, didn't you?
"She's absent," he replies, flatly. Lucy Gray emerges from behind his back.
"Isn't that an odd coincidence? I wanted to buy a treat for tonight and ran into Festus instead."
She's acting, too. Again.
Coriolanus merely looks at her and nods, without smiling.
âThen I think I'll go back to the university. I came for the same reason,â he replies, without any inflection in his tone of voice, and turns his back on them and leaves before either of them can retort.
***
It is the fourteenth of February and Coriolanus has spent a sleepless night, pondering in fevered fantasies whether to make a scene to Lucy Gray and leave her, whether to behave stoically and leave her before she can do so and face his own pain alone, or whether to go down on his knees and beg her forgiveness for whatever he may have done and, above all, for the return of his love.
Pathetic.
He gets out of bed because he has nothing else to do and goes through the bathroom to settle down. His expression is terrible. It's been so long since he's sulked with someone that he almost struggles to recognise himself.
Pathetic. And it's all that damn Valentine's fault.
He still finds it hard to believe that it's a nickname for Festus - by the way, does he have to say something to Persephone? Maybe she has some idea what's going on? Or is he going to come across as a paranoid lunatic?
(... But, on the other hand, Persephone might also be involved. Festus is too libertine to settle for a monogamous relationship, yet he is so happy with her. Surely there is something going on).
(Ok, now he's definitely losing his mind).
He goes back to his room and gets dressed, elegant as usual. In less than an hour he has to be at the university. He will think about his own heart problems when he gets home, assuming he can stand up all day after the sleepless night.
A delicious smell comes out of the kitchen. Something chocolatey. Perhaps Maâ might have outdone herself...
When he enters, however, he finds only Lucy Gray and a gorgeous, huge heart-shaped cake on the table.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" she exclaims, jumping in excitement.
Coriolanus's heart sinks and begins to pound at the same instant. What does that mean?
He asks her, almost in despair.
"What does it mean?! "
Lucy Gray rounds the table and throws her arms around his neck. She kisses him and her mouth tastes like chocolate.
"It's a Covey tradition," she explains to him, "An old lost holiday. Valentine's Day, the fourteenth of February, the day of lovers. And it's customary to exchange chocolate treats."
The relief is so great that it almost makes him bend his knees. Coriolanus pulls her close to cling to her.
"So... In these weeks..." he murmurs.
Lucy Gray laughs and kisses him again, this time for longer.
"I was telling everyone about the tradition" she replies to him âI made sure Tigris took Grandmaâam away this morning, with an excuse. I explained it to Percy so she could organize something for Festus and I told Clemmy so she would spread the word among the girls, at the university, to bring back the tradition. And finally, I asked Festus what your favorite chocolate dessert was and for help in choosing the ingredientsâ.
Coriolanus starts giggling, hysterical.
Hell! He was hysterical. All in his mind, as usual.
A celebration! Valentine's Day.
The celebration of lovers.
Only Lucy Gray could come up with something so absurd and romantic at the same time.
"Do you want to eat the cake?" asks Lucy Gray, after his outburst.
Coriolanus tilts his head, observing her.
"You said Tigris and Grandmaâam aren't here, right?"
Lucy Gray widens her smile and Coriolanus kisses her again.
"I'll just taste the chocolate like this, for now," he tells her, taking her in his arms and pushing her towards the table, well away from the cake "And then, if there's time left over, we can eat the cake too."
Lucy Gray, in response, grabs him by the hair and pushes him back to her lips, squeezing her legs behind his back and trapping him against her.
Exactly in the one place he wants to stay for the rest of his life.
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The Snowbaird Valentine Event starts tomorrow!!!
For anyone wanting to participate, the event will run up to the 29th! đ„° (though if you donât manage to finish in time we do accept late entries â€ïž)
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 hereâs the ao3 collection
Iâm very excited to see what you guys will create, hopefully people will participate đ„ș