Backwards Reflection

Backwards reflection

Summary: Coriolanus deals wiht the war inside his head. You might be too alike after all, but maybe that's why you need each other. Facing the ugly sides is a mirror you have grown to love.

Pairing: Sub!Coriolanus Snow x Dom!reader

Warnings: Coriolanus and reader (edge lords who are a bit fucked in the head), angst, making out, fighting, lots of inner angst and bad emotions for both parties, brief fight, kissing, technically some nudity(nothing happens just touch starvation)

A/N: this tired me out emotionally and physically but I live making this man pathetic. Part three will include smut.(finally)

Word count: 3.2k

[Part 1] [Masterlist]

Coriolanus Snow who never acted out after the incident. Sure there were times where your behavior got on his nerves but you'd grown familiar with his responses and moods so you soothed his anger with a loving touch and he as always gave in.

Coriolanus Snow who had never realized how good it felt to be spoiled. He had never allowed himself the thought of relinquishing his control in any way to someone, it was all he had during the harder days. But with you here? Sure you hadnt given him much of a choice in the beginning, but you cared for him in the transactional way he did for you.

You loved each other the only way you could, and most days that was enough.

Most of his time was still spent juggling the Academy and keeping his reputation pristine but there was no need to be as obsessed with it as before. He'd give himself a breather sit and smell the roses(literaly). He'd sit in parks and indulge in using the lavish Capitol public transport with the card you'd given him. He discovers how limited his world has been, it hadn't occurred to him to think about the spaces inbetween the Academy and his home. He visits parks and gardens, cafes and restaurants. He meets a lot of his classmates outside of school, albeit it involuntarily, but still he indulges in their company now that the look of their inherited riches doesn't make him sick. He strengthens his bonds and positions. He feels good.

☆Coriolanus Snow who enjoys life under your thumb. You are aware of everything he does, who he meets and where he goes, what he buys. He never asks from where you get your information, you never answer anyways. He is behaving himself for now, so you alow him to roam freely but both of you know you'll clip his wings faster than he could comprehend if it came down to it.

☆Coriolanus Snow who spends most of his free time with you. At first it felt obligatory to be seen with you but now seeing you, talking with you, eating praise at the palm of your hand it felt like second nature.

You'd attend parties together, matching clothes in reds and whites. At first you'd allowed for his tailored clothes to show the symbol of his family but slowly you'd started to incorporate the crest of your family on it instead. Soon enough he was walking around branded as yours.

☆Coriolanus Snow who on good days felt triumphant, like he had won the lottery with this deal. Who would beam at you as you'd eat in some fancy restaurant, intertwining your hands together and going as far as to feed you from his plate if he deemed the dish so good.

☆Coriolanus who nuzzles his cheek into yours and the tip of his cold nose brushed yours and he laughed. A pure and beautiful sound you don't hear too often, you'd buy it if you could, alas it was too priceless.

☆Coriolanus who viewed you as his in his own way. You had become the center of his universe(on purpose) and he enjoyed it. Always having a gentle soft hand on your lower back, not so much guiding you but holding onto you. Coriolanus who held you tightly on the new matress you'd bough together as a form of shopping date, like you were his personal stuffed toy. You wouldn't admit you enjoyed it. But you did.

☆Coriolanus Snow who on good days relishes into the feeling of being known wholly and still accepted. Who enjoyed walking around without the weight of a bravado or mask. Coriolanus Snow who loved you without fear.

✹Coriolanus Snow who on bad days lived in constant fear that he wouldn't live up to the transaction and you'd leave him. He'd seen hiw fast you cut other people, how fast and with no warning you left him when he stepped out of line.

He comforts himself with the thought that you'd spent way too much money on him to just dump him out of the blue, as long as he behaved. That you could fix him, mend him, shape him however you liked and he'd let you. He'd let you shatter him if it meant you'd continue to (love) support him.

✹Coriolanus Snow who on bad days would study and work hard even harder than before. A part of him hated hiw easily he had slipped into your trap. How vulnerable to your whims hr had become, how dependent he was. He was scared you'd pull the rug and all would fall apart underneath him, his last chance at a future outside of poverty.

His whole demeanor would be off and you could tell immediately that it was one of his bad days even before he answered your daily calls on the phone you bought him. When he got into his fits of studying out of misery he became almost unreachable, he knew you were the one calling. I mean, no one else could call him.

He'd answer eventually and you'd invite hik to dinner in your house. Sometimes when he really had to study for a test you wouldn't force him to come, you still wanted him to actually have good grades, its among the things you like most about him. But now you know by the tiredness and lack of emotion in his short answers that he was simply not in a good place.

And he'd come at the designated hour, politely knock and make small talk with your parents. They weren't fully aware of your deal, they could see the indent of the money in your bank account but also it was money they had given to you to use however you liked so they didn't ask too much questions. If all of you started poking your nose in each other's business your family would fall apart.

Your parents liked Coriolanus, that meant they didn't mind you spending time with him or spending money on him. They also didn't mind it when you excuse the both of you from dinner in the grand hall and lead Coriolanus up to your room where a small feast was organized.

You'd walk ahead even if Coriolanus knew the path by heart, he spent a lot of time here. While his apartment had gotten a few renovations it was still showing all the signs of his finances demise, how he truly didn't belong in the world he was trying to be in. His envy and pride had kept him going blindly for uears to come, it's not like he had much choice. It was that or giving up and letting all the two people he cared about die with him.

In all his years he hadn't allowed himself to stop, to weaver, to be shaken for long from his future position, almost like it was promised to him. His circumstances didn't allow for anything else. Now he had too much time to sit with his own thoughts. Too much time to reminiscent about how much he had taken from Tigris'es youth, to notice how old grandma'am had become. How fragile his little world was.

Coriolanus'es heavy monotony steps echo behind you, you walk with your chin high and fight the urge to turn around to look at him. You know he is there. But you still want to see if he is with you, or lost in his own self made prison by your doing.

You reach your room and Coriolanus goes to open it by muscle memory. His gaze is still unfocused and far away and the thin layer of skin around his eyes seems worn out and raw. It makes something stir inside you, anger. He is wearing one of the cotton shirts you had given him, plain and simple with some blue pants that reached hus ankles. The necklace you'd given him for your first supposed "anniversary" sat prettily on his collarbone. It was a simple rose gold chain with a small pendant of your family's crest: the version was simplified but the branches of the walnut trees that made up a circular frame and the small image of lion stood proudly in its middle, teeth bared. The chain wasn't long, and it made it accidentally(completely on purpose) seem like a collar. The sight puts you a bit at ease.

You both enter your spacious room, it smells faintly of the perfume you wear. On the large bed lay multiple trays with lavish dishes all unique, with different protein or no protein, depending on what the both of you would prefer. Corio rarely would turn up his nose at something, for reasons that were never spoken but understood. You watched him suffer through a bean based dish once and decided not to do it again.

Usually by this point the sight and smell of your signature scent, the warmth of your room and the aroma of food would calm his mind and bring some light back into him, but today he seemed too far gone.

Even as you both sat on the bed, the matress dipping under your weight, he ate a few bites and most of the time simply keep his gaze occupied with something else. It made some sort of anger rise in you. You tell you're you are angry because he isn't cooperating, that you've spent so much on him and he doesn't enjoy it, that he is being selfish. The soft metal of your fork seems entirely too bendable in your tight fist. You tell yourself you hate it when he isn't acting like you want him too, it's not being you hate your own powerlessness, that you can't fix this by throwing money. You could lie, but you don't.

The whirling of emotions claw its way from your gut through your lungs and throat, where it begs to be released in harsh words and imbalanced actions. Your mind grows dull of reason and your tongue sharpens. But you are better than this. You have self control. You have the control.

"I have not poisnoned the food, no need to check it."

You bite out as coldly as you can, if you don't you might burn him with your own powerlessness. His gaze momentarily shifts upwards and to you, his eyes have a yellowing touch to them and the veins are prominant and red, eyes glassy hopefully from reading and writting for so long.

"I never thought you had."

"Is there another reason you arent eating then? Perhaps the food is not up to par?"

You can hear the barely hidden venom in your voice. He can hear it too. The air feels tense and almost weavers as you both look at each other. Corio as always reads you as well as you read him and quickly becomes defensive from his own powerlessness.

"The food is lovely."

He spats back at you with a forced angry smile. This was it. You were getting tired of him and his leaching off of you. The same way the charm of a Christmas puppy would wear off after a month or two so had his own twisted charisma. He would be thrown out in the cold and left to starve, quite literally like a dog. The betrayal made his chest flare up, it set something ablaze.

Both of you stand there the embodiment of pride as all can be heard is the faint sound of the ambient music from downstairs piano and the sound of both of your breathing. That and the blood rushing through your ears. Both of you stoically and pridefully guard their response and face, force of habit from the years of play pretend.

This was the hard thing about this comrades, deal, relationship of yours, you were the same. This puzzle pieces etched from the same wood that fit together in a way no one else could. But once theatching ugly sides were facing you couldn't even be close.

His brows scrunch firtger together and he seems to be loosing the inner fight with his head just as you are. Emotions got the best of him. The best of you.

So you pulled him by the chain and smashed your lips against his.

The unspoken argument was still hot on his lips but so were your own as then mended together. His lips were as soft as you had imagined on one occasion. At first he didn't respond, not expecting for you to allow him to stay. He thought you'd finally force him to leave.

His lack of response doesn't stop you, you double down and place your hands on either side of his jaw, digging your short manicured nails into the warm flesh under where his ear and jaw meet. You were going to keep him here with you, not his stupid head, not his hatred and fear, not inside the prison of his mind, with you.

It seemed to snap Coriolanus back to life. In a flash his eyes close and his lips move against yours, the kiss is slow but very raw. His teeth brush against yours and his lips redden and glisten as they dance with yours. It's not a fight for dominance like you'd expect, it feels like you are trying to consume each other until you are one. His hands dig into the cotton material of your house clothes. They lacked the usual designer brand and rich material you usually sported, it made him feel a bit better, it made you feel barer.

His nails dig crescents into the skin of your lower back, his warm hands had found their anchor underneath your shirt and on your body.

You were warm, so so warm. And he felt like he was dying of the cold, in his apartment, in his bed, in his body. He felt cold. He wanted to be warmed by you, that's all he wanted.

You take a step closer and now your clotyed chest is against his, your hands have found their way in his hair and his own are resting in a tight embrace on your back underneath the cloth. You pull off of the kiss breathless and a bit hazy minded, you'd never done that before and judging by the disheveled boy woth dilated eyes and lips redden by your chapstick he was feeling the effect of making out for the first time.

It proved more addicting than you had expected and after quickly putting the trays with almsot untouched food on your vanity you quickly crawl on the bed to continue. It was head-spinning and electric, it made your body shiver as you got lost in it. Maybe a more rational part of you would have done things differently, made you the seductress, made you the one in control, but your hormones were raging and Coriolanus was kissing you like he's trying to fry his brain up and fill the black hole in his chest. You couldn't pull away, it felt like all the barriers set up by society, yourself, your image and even the physical form were blurring and evaporating, especially as Coriolanus's lips trailed lower and kissed and nipped at your jaw and neck.

The movements were desperate, like he was trying to crawl in your skin. You weren't much better as your hands skimmed up and down his back, underneath the layers to feel his hot back, he felt like a furnace against you.

"Coriolan-"

"Corio, please call me Corio"

He muttered into your neck, his body weight was almost fully on you, only held up by his knees on either side of your hips and one hand that squished the pillow next to your head. It made your brain go quiet for a few seconds but you didn't want that. This was all going wrong. You are supposed to be in control.

So you grab him by the neck, you nails leave pink marks on the sides of the sweaty flesh and you make him look in your eyes and stop lavishing your neck.

"Who do you belong to, Corio?"

Your voice didn't carry the same steelness to it as ususal but it came out as a threats hiss and that was enough for you. At first he didn't react his wide pupils made his eyes seem almost black. Then he opens his mouth and wrapped his lips around words he couldn't stomach before.

"Im yours, Im yours, y/n. Let me be yours, please"

It's whiny and desperate, a bit tearfully if you listened closely. It soothes something deep inside of you but your expression doesn't let up, scrunching into an deadly grimace, the hand at his neck tightens until you can feel his thriving heartbeat against your palm.

"If you think there is some way for you to escape from me you are wrong. No one can help you, no man, no woman. You are mine, and you will like it"

You gritt out and you can feel a vein pop on your face as you stare unforgiving at him, as if it will drill it in his head and keep him happy. Because you wanted him happy.

His lips are half open and his eyes are doe wide, maybe it's the fact this sick proclamation soothes him, or maybe it's the fact he sees the weakness inside of you that makes him feel better. He doesn't know. He hasn't been thinking straight since he crawled on your bed. He leans down and a stray curl of his blond hair coiled and brushed against your forearm. His lips meet with your wrist and he places such a delicate kiss there you almost believe he cares about you. It halts your bravado and gives him enough time to lift his gaze you and look at you through his lashes.

"You are all that matteres to me. You are everything that i have. Let me be yours."

He says and drops his hand down so his forehead lays at the back of your hand. His words and the shock from there seeming sincerely makes your hold loosen. His lips are at your knuckles and he holds your smaller hand in both of his like he is praying at deity. For all he cares, you are his religion and sacred salvation. The closest his soul will get to accending is when he is pressed so tightly against you he confuses what is his and what is yours.

"i love you the only way i know how to. I'll make it be enough for you. Ill be enough for you."

You don't know what to say. No response cokes and you are scare of what will come.ojt even if it did. You have no words for hik to soothe his longing, you don't know how. Your armor stands shining as he bears himself for you.

You press your lips to the crown of his head and keep them there, you envelope his head in your hands and bring him back to you. He eagerly let's you move him as you like and when he rests his head against your now bare chest It makes something click in his brain. He takes off his won shirt and lays back down with you.

You can't say if he simply clinging to you or the otger way around. All you know is that you feel warm. You feel good. The cold ess is gone and you are here with him. With Corio, with your Corio who you love, you don't know how or where to even begin to understand this twisted version of something supposedly innocent. All you know is you belong with him.

He belongs to you. He isn't going anywhere and judging by how comfortable he is underneath your heavy duvet and in your arms, nestled on the warm skin of your chest, he doesn't plan on going anywhere either.

In the end you got what you want.

Coriolanus wanted you willingly, even if this wasn't the path you thought it would take.

Doesn't matter, you always won in the end. Right?

(Im gonna make them both suffer yall)

May i ask if luke and percy are the possible love interests in waking up in pjo or im reading the lines wrong? I love your work! Thank you for the works u put out <33

Thank you for reading! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far :)

It depends on the perspective. I think from Luke or Percy’s perspective, yeah, they totally consider (Y/N) as a love interest.

(And I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I think I’ve hinted at it, but because (Y/N) is a fertility god everyone around them gets a little i faulted with them. It’s purely instinctual, like pheromones and vibes and body chemistry, nothing anyone can explain with science. But everyone has a crush on them. And it’s really confusing because they’re a child of hades.)

But for (Y/N) I do feel like it’s a little different. For one they’ve been alive for so long. Literal lifetimes worth of experiences. So for them, Percy and Luke and Annabeth and Clarisse are literal children. They feel like they have to take care of them and protect them, and they are friends, but I’m not sure if seeing them romantically is possible. But they’re also a child, and being a child physically affects your mental state too. Especially when you’re surrounded by beings that have been alive for centuries. Much longer than you have.

So it’s really confusing for them, and I don’t think they really know how they feel.

i love how everyone sees pjo! reader as a older sister/protector it’s very cute

They do not see (Y/N) as an older sister/protector.

They see them as the camp hottie/crush lolololololololololol

Also potentially as the origin story for the greatest hero of all time but we’re not going to get into that

No but seriously, they’re the person everyone has a collective crush on, even if it’s just a little. But everyone feels really safe and secure with them. Mostly because (Y/N) can’t see them as anything more than children most of the time (though they are technically a child themselves)

Woven from the same thread

[Part 2] [Masterlist]

Summary: Coriolanus Snow hungers for control, what will happen when he gives up it up for his own good? What will happen when he finaly meets his match?

Pairing: Sub!Coriolanus Snow x Dom!reader

Warnings: gaslight, gatekeeper, girl boss; dumbification; Coriolanus Snow, mentioned of death and bombings, manipulations.

A/N: purely an excuse to write for submissive Coriolanus. I love me a controlling obsessive man, but I love him more on his knees crying.

Coriolanus Snow who decided getting a cute rich girlfriend would help him in life. He wouldn't love her, he'd discard her immediately the moment he managed to get into university with the plinth prize or if he simply found someone better.

Coriolanus Snow who saw you and your sweet smile and charming innocent eyes and decided that you were going to be his personal piggy bank.

Coriolanus Snow who tries charming you with pretty words and gentlemanly actions, providing as much as he can muster with his unexistable budget. An occasional white rose or a pretty origami would be thrown your way, but that's as far as he could afford to go.

Coriolanus Snow who realizes too late you are a snake like him.

Coriolanus Snow who gapes in horror at you in your lavish room at your parent's penthouse after you reveal it all to him. Telling him how you saw his thinning frame and hollow cheeks, the acidy breath from hunger and the lack of presents or money spent on you had given him away. It was all a hypothesis but his reacting confirmed it.

Coriolanus Snow who is frozen in place, his deepest fear of getting closer to someone and having them find out of his poverty hidden in plain sight made his pale skin loose all semblence of color.

Coriolanus Snow who is on the verge of dropping on his knees and begging(he should) but you run a hand along his jaw and propose a deal. He is the smartest boy in the Academy, presentable and well mannered, he will continue to be your boyfriend and you will keep your mouth shut and wallet open for him as long as he plays by your whistle. It was left unspoken that if he stepped out of line you would air his dirty laundry with no hesitation.

Coriolanus Snow who becomes your personal dog, no matter how much he hates it. You wrote him a check to buy his family some food and pay his rent, as a starting sum, with one of your credit cards.

Having a pretty smart boyfriend was a dream come true for you. Having said boy and holding an unimaginable power over his every move was all you ever wanted. You and him shared the same poison, the same thirst for power, you knew that. But he hadn't, and that is what brought him to his demise.

He lost the battle. He lost the war.

Coriolanus Snow who does all the stereotypical "perfect boyfriend" things. He carries your books, opens the doors for you, pulls your chair out, kisses your forehead sweetly and holds your hand. He was perfect, at performing in public at least. Behind closed doors he still had his bite, no matter how good he could act his ego got the best of him.

You would break him soon enough

You started it small.

Phase 1:

Giving him small commands first in public, where he couldn't let his bravado fall. Telling him to wait for you, to not move, to lift that, do that, etc. Later you did it when there were people of your age or older around. Clearly showing off the power you had over Coriolanus, he had to obey you, his families apartment depended on it. He wanted to snap and not do it, to show he is in fact his own master, but how will he explain to granma' am and Tigris that they had to live on the street because his girlfriend/sugar mommy was too bossy?

Coriolanus Snow who was left to marinate in his own embarrassment in silence, feeling all eyes on him as people's perception of him change. From a proud heir to one of the most important business for the Capitol to a lovesick boyfriend who was his girlfriends servant, with a smile on his face worst of all. He was starting to get used to it. This had been going on for months now, the habit was starting to get rooted deeply.

Phase 2:

It was still a small jump but you started to give him shorter orders, one word commands, expecting him to know what to do- and he did. You'd say "open" and any door would be trust wide open and held for you. You'd say "hold" and thrust whatever you are holding to him without a spare glance. Maybe in the past he would have thrown the expensive purse or books while looking you dead in the eyes like a statement but now he simply waited for you patiently.

Coriolanus Snow who actually threw your books in a fit of rage once and ended up penniless for a month. He had to come to your house timidly after receiving no calls on the private phone you had bought him and no reply as he blew up your line.(he could only call your number and couldn't add or remove it. who else did he need to contact?)

Coriolanus who had to face greater humiliation than what he was used to, as he walked across the private party thrown by your parents, looking for you. The pitiful looks he got wobbling around in his academy uniform, even outside school as he asked around for you. People must have seen him as a kicked puppy, looking for his owner. It wasn't completely false.

Coriolanus Snow who found you in a secret room pointed to him by your mother who had cooed at him pitifully, used to seeing him waddle after you almost daily. You were sitting on large chair behind a wooden desk, looking over some documents. Your gaze snapped to him as he entereed, the faint yellow light from the lamp illuminated his face and made the miserable look in his eyes and blush in his cheeks ever more evident.

He had gotten to eat so good, first class meals, you'd even send a private chef over to his house to cook for him when he was especially good. He had gotten greedy and now going back to slurping bean juice felt unimaginable.

"Your rent is looking ever the higher. Its not looking good."

He hadn't(didnt) want to think about this as he slept on a cold matress, their heating had run out. He missed the taste of luxury. He would do anything to get it back.

"I made a mistake, y/n."

He knew he should do more. He knew you'd like to see him beg and squirm but he didn't think he could handle any more of this if he did. He had felt so much pressure, so such stress to find some food, to worry about rent, to hide the eyebags under his eyes, the humiliation from tonight was almost too much.

"Come here, Coriolanus."

Your voice rang out cold and commanding, but never demanding. You had too much power over him to demand. You pulled the chair back and it's wheels creaked, you put a hand on your thigh in a wordless command. Coriolanus wobbled a bit shakily, trying to maintain some form of dignity as he walked to you. He came to a halt between your legs, looking down at you and creating a shadow over your form. It should have made him feel better, to be in one way on top, but it didn't, he couldn't delude himself anymore, he knew he had no control.

What had you done to him?

"Kneel"

It took him a few seconds but he dropped slowly to his knees, one leg at a time until he was at eyelevel with your knees, sitting on his hinges, since he knew he'd be down here for a while. He stared stubbornly into your eyes, his pale blue eyes shone almost angelically paired with his pink lips. Your pretty puppy, it almsot made you smile. It almost made you forgive him, almost.

"You disobeyed me, Coriolanus. I told you there would be consequences."

"I know, y/n, i know, i wont do it again. I promise."

"I dont believe you."

You say and pick the document you had been reviewing before. You bring them close enough so he can read them too. They were charts and documents of increasing rent money for the apartment building his penthouse was in, the wages of the workers where Tigris worked, a paper with the retirement money his grandma got, paper with the money the country gave him as a compensation since he had lost both of his parents. All the money that his family got and had to spend.

Coriolanus who skims the papers but even the breif look of the numbers told him what he already knew.

He had no future without you. The Hunger games had gotten canceled this year since the death of Felix, the presidents son, the Plinth prize had gotten withdrawn. He had nothing, he could do nothing.

"I gave you everything, Coriolanus. Was your pride worth your future?"

He feels his gaze get hazy, the panic was starting to set in. He had come here to get you back, sure that he would be able to do it, but now he could almost taste your rejection. He was starting to get scared and panicked. He needed you.

"It wasnt- it isnt. Y/n, I made a mistake, plase forgive me. I wont do it again."

He shuffles closer to you subconsciously, looking up at you as his voice grew hoarse. His pride long gone, thrown out the moment he saw the consequences. You place a soft hand on his hair, gripping it gently and he feels the golden ring on your finger, the one with your family's crest made from pure gold, rest heavily on his scalp. You tilt his face up to look at you.

"Beg. Show me how sorry you are."

His mouth opened immediately, no hesitation to beg for you. Maybe he should feel shame to be thrust into this position but all he felt was hope. If you were willing to hear him out it means there is some chance he could get you back.

"Im sorry, y/n, im so sorry. I was stupid, i was greedy, i was arrogant. I wont do it again. Im yours, please"

He hadn't realized he had started crying until his tears pooled and fell, warm and salty, against his lips and on the material of the chair, his long blond lashes clump togetger and his lips redden, the tear streaks down his cheeks and neck glisten in the light and he looks like a painting.

You decide you like him like this best, begging at your feet and crying for your love.

You coo at him sympatheticly even as a smile tugs the corners of your lips. You caress his beautiful locks of hair and wipe his tears away only to lick your fingers.

"My poor baby, no need to cry. Im here now, you remembered where you belong, its okay now, you are okay now."

His breath grows labored and his face twists in pain as more tears follow, he burries his face into the bare skin of your inner thighs and sobs loudly. All the stress had caught up with him. The responsibilities, the fear, the hunger, the thought that he'd lose his anchor, the thought he'd lose you.

Your guidance, your attention, your love. He didn't need to worry anymore, he didn't need to fret and plot to stay at the top, simply being known as your lover was enough. You were the second richest family in Panem, after the President. Coriolanus held much more power than he ever had on his own. People respected him more and he got the cushiony life he had always dreamt of.

He was safe.

His family was safe.

You let him cry, cooing calming words of reassurance as you caress the nape of his neck and the curls of his hair. His big shaky hands envelope your thighs and he holds onto them for dear life.

You knew he would come crawling back once he saw that you meant business and weren't bluffing. It had taken him longer and you respect his resilience but he had funaly come to his senses and back into your arms. A part of you felt a pang of empathy for him, for the poor boy underneath all the masks and facades he had on to survive in this world. You knew when it came down to it he would have murdered him, to remain the shell of the person he is. You don't feel bad for Snow. You felt bad for Coriolanus.

Poor, caring, driven Coriolanus, who might have been good if not for the poison and hunger and fear he had been forced to shoulder.

But you are here now, so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. He can be good. You'll make sure he is your good boy.

Phase 0:

Coriolanus is a smart boy, he probably could predict all the steps of manipulation you had come up with, what he probably hadn't anticipated were the rewards. The additional money, delicious food, new clothes, you'd even found a better job for Tigris (not good enough to pay for the rent ofc). The small touches you'd offered him and the lack of discrimination against his poverty. You'd treated him good and given him a lot.

How could a boy who's only had things taken from him begin to expect anything else? The mentality of take or lose had kept him alive this long, but maybe you wanted to give. He had shared with you in a night of vulnerabilities about his family. How his mother and unborn sister died, hiw his father died, how he was left with only his grandma and Tigris almost broke to survive.

Coriolanus had a lot of potential to be your loyalest dog or biggest enemy depending on how you let him flourish.

That's why you had bought him a phone to call only you, made him dependant only on you, talked with your parents and together you'd managed to cancel the Hunger games, throwing all the district tributes back in their homes, far far away. Especially Lucy Gray, the songbird who was on her way to charm Coriolanus. How you'd agreed the money from the plinth prize should be used on fixing the damage done by the rebelion bombings.

Coriolanus wasn't a good person.

You were simply better at being bad.

Do the Fictif Characters “fuck”?

Note: Needless to say this is not safe for work...Really sorry for what you’re about to read bestie. This is based off of the meme going around where there’s a chart asking if a character “fucks” or not. Yeah. Enjoy~

Cinematic Dramas

- Nicky Valentino

• We know for a fact that he’s a playboy, but the question on the table is “does he fuck?”

• I’d say yes, Nicky does indeed. More so in an elegant way. He takes them on a date first. Buys them dinner, takes them to the theatre. Only then will he ask them if they want to “make love”.

• He gives me the vibe of not dating someone for more than a month. Before he meets you he wasn’t really interested in having a true relationship, so the lack of effort on him part really solidified his playboy nature.

• These weren’t even really relationships, more like elongated fuck buddies.

• I’d say he has around 30 bodies, no less than 20, no more than 45. Good for him.

- Miguel Bravo

• Even though we don’t have his route yet, I’m pretty solid on my answer for this one.

• Miguel wants people to think he fucks. He’s a massive flirt, and everyone knows it. He’s more talk than action though, definitely won’t just sleep with anyone.

• Every once and awhile he’ll find someone he thinks is hot enough and bang one out, so technically he does fuck, I just wouldn’t classify him as a fuck boy.

• Unlike Nicky, he doesn’t do relationships at all- just weird situationships where they fuck a couple times.

• He probably has around 15 bodies. No more than 20 for sure.

- Celia Del Rio

• I feel like people think Celia has a lot more bodies than she actually does.

• Yeah she’s hot, she’s so hot. Celia please marry me I bought a ring and everything all you have to do is say yes but I would put her on the same level as Miguel.

• Fucks, but not in a relationship way. She’s focused on her career, and I fully support that. There isn’t time to coddle someone else, she’s had sex with no strings attached, no feelings involved.

• This is all total guess work for both her and Miguel. If I’m wrong idk what to tell you, oops I guess.

• I’m gonna say she has upwards of 12 bodies, no more than 17. I know those are very odd numbers, but I feel it in my bones.

Heir to Love & Lies

- Sergio Jimenez

• This man fucks.

• This man is a whore. Okay?

• I say that as someone who loves him very dearly, he is a giant slut (whom I cherish).

• I don’t even know if he knows how many people he’s slept with, I don’t know why you would ever expect me to know.

• Relationship wise I’d say he’s been in ~45 at the most and ~30 at the least. He falls very easy, but he’s also so hard to pin down. Who knows with him.

• I might take that back, 45 may be low balling it. He’s so wildly unpredictable. It depends on your definition of a “relationship” if it’s more than five dates then yes, but if you’re counting something “official” where they’ve talked about setting rules then probably like 15.

• I can’t even imagine how many people this man has fucked. God, If I had to do a number... 150? I don’t even know if that’s too low or two high, he wouldn’t know either. Feel free to discuss in the comments.

• If he was watching me type this right now he would be so beyond offended. “I am not a whore take that out.” *Insert that face. You know the one where he looks wildly unimpressed? Yeah.*

- Chava Cerilla

• This man does not “fuck”, okay? This man “makes love”.

• I’m going to say he’s been with a solid 5-6 people, only 3 of which he has fucked “made love” with.

• He’s been with other people before and it wasn’t just a fling. He treated his partners with a lot of love and respect, things just didn’t work out.

• He would wait until he thought it was the right time to have sex, not just jump right into it like some people *Looks at Sergio*.

• I wouldn’t classify him under the “fucks” category. He’s just too soft hearted for it.

• The man may not “fuck” but he sure does love.

• I would probably put more here, but how could I when his route hasn’t been updated since September, am I right? <3

- Val Pillar

• My first instinct is to say no. She’s a bad ass working women, she wouldn’t jeopardize making detective by risking people in her small town seeing her as “promiscuous”.

• Then I saw her in that black dress. Damn, please give me your number. Ma’am please, please let me date you. I would like to take you out, ma’am please.

• Val is also a pretty hard character for me to pin down, especially since we don’t have her route yet. She’s ambitious, incredibly dedicated to her job. But she’s also fun loving, and so easy to adore with her awkward, sincere nature. I take her for a relationship kind of person, like Chava.

• I can see her going on tons of dates trying to find the perfect person, but not having a lot of second dates because it just wasn’t the right fit.

• I think she’s had 3 or 4 partners, all of which were decently serious and lasted for longer than a year, except maybe one where she didn’t listen to her gut and it didn’t go so well. 

• With that being said, on the other side maybe once her route is released we’ll see her fucking people in the police station closet, who knows? She does have the fun loving spontaneity, I just personally don’t see that extending to her partners.

• I’m going to say she has 4-5 bodies, all of her partners, and a one night stand (which she immediately regretted).

• Thank you Valentina, you absolute legend.

Last Legacy

- Sage Lesath

• ... I’ve been waiting to talk about this one.

• This man fucks!!! We’ve been knew. He does say in chapter one that his escapades are “somewhat exaggerated” though, but I do think it’s important to acknowledge that he never denies that he’s a slut (Again, I say that with so much love).

• I’d say he has ~40 bodies. No more than 60, but this is hard to pin down. Depending on how much of a fuck boy you view our resident cat boy, you may envision the numbers a bit differently.

• Regardless, I think it’s important to note that the number of relationships he’s had a very limited (Meaning he has literally never been in a “serious”relationship). This is cannon, and I completely agree with it, before he meets you he does not have the communication skills to develop a healthy connection to someone.

• Imagine fucking Sage Lesath though bro. He has so much pent up anger and frustration. The sex is gonna be fire lmao moving on-

- Anisa Anka

• Anisa is a hard one to pin down as well. She’s a person with a lot of depth and since we don’t have a lot of her route yet it’s mostly guesswork.

• I think she’d be a whore in theory, but not in practice. I have a feeling she doesn’t flirt with people very often and unless she likes them a whole lot, she won’t just jump into bed.

• She’s more into committed relationships and loving relationships- think of her as the antithesis of Sage.

• Ansia likes to know who she’s talking to. Little details about them, the sex isn’t the most important part. She wants love and thinks in long term satisfaction, something like a relationship that you put time and energy into is fulfilling to her.

• I’d say she has two or three bodies, probably depending on how many serious relationships she’s been in.

• It’s possible she had a hookup once but she hated it and it was a one time deal. Possible, but unlikely.. I just feel like she views connection like that as a big deal and only wants to do it with someone she trusts.

- Felix Escellun

• Oh boy.

• Our sweet Felix. I will outright say it, no, no he doesn’t fuck.

• He’s been in one relationship with Rime, and I don’t see him much as a hookup guy.

• Felix might have one other body, if someone was smooth enough there might be a chance that they got him into bed.

• Felix loves people, in a very sweet way. He’s dedicated in his romance life, which is why I can’t see him with a lot of people, he’s loyal.

• Honestly though I’d love to blow his back out oops. Dominating this sweet boy would be the time of your life. You know when someone’s needy and whiny? Yeah.

RoadKill

- Poe Colestead

• I wouldn’t say he fucks. Yes he’s hot and very adorable, but he doesn’t qualify to be put in that category.

• He wants to be loved, he’s a true romantic. He believes in soulmates and romance, and he’s waiting for the right person to come along to spend his life with.

• I’d say he has ~3 bodies. Enough to have a little experience, mostly from people he was talking to seriously or in a relationship with.

• He’s just too smart to have impulsive sex, he can only be carried away with the right person, and that’s you! Until he meets you he never lets his passion, his heart override his brain.

• He’s one of the Fictif characters that I want to go to a museum with or take to a café. Who he is as a person is far more than just sexual appeal.

• That isn’t to say that I don’t want to fuck him senseless, okay? Have you seen his sprite without a shirt? Hot damn.

- Tess Rogers

• I wish Fictif didn’t hate women so we knew more about Tess (I’m kidding).

• I’d say she fucks. Of the Roadkill gang, she’s the only character I’d put in that category.

• She’s a fire cracker. Passionate, loving, and up for anything- so why would she draw the line at sex?

• I’d say she has around 20 bodies, all but maybe one or two were people she didn’t know very well. She can be relationship material of course, but before she meets you she just really wanted to have fun and enjoy life.

• Tess will try anything once, and I have a feeling she’s been in some pretty odd situations. Maybe some person she met on Tinder was very into BDSM and she had no idea. She didn’t leave, she just said “Fuck it let’s do this.”

• I can see her being a needy person in bed, but for her honestly I’d let her.

• I have a feeling she isn’t very picky about who she likes physicality wise. She probably picks people out by their styles and vibes.

- Howie Yan

• It’s cannon that Howie does not fuck.

• His sweet, innocent himbo status is one of the big draws of his character. He’s meant to be the golden retriever boyfriend of your dreams.

• He may not have any bodies (and I believe is the only virgin Fictif character), but he wouldn’t be bad in bed, just inexperienced.

• He would make it mostly about you, and you would have to teach him, but I have a feeling he’s a very quick study.

• Sex for him isn’t as light hearted like with the other characters, it’s a way for him to show you how much he loves and cares for you.

• He strikes me as someone who would like to role play, maybe it’s because he’s an actor. I have a feeling that he knows what he likes and isn’t super interested in trying a lot of new things. He’ll do anything for you, it just might take a little bit of coaxing.

• Definitely the most selfless fuck, he wants to make you feel good before himself. You’d be his top priority.

A stupid little thought

But I was re-reading that part where Percy realizes Annabeth is beautiful and he loves her and just—

I can’t help but wonder when Luke started thinking the same about you in Waking up in PJO

Like you’d always been good looking, a little soft considering you get winded just climbing a hill, but objectively attractive.

But lately it’s like something else entirely. When he looks at you it feels like he’s watching a time-lapse of a flower coming to full bloom. The sigh of your smile alone has him clutching his chest and hiding his blushing face.

And he’s not the only one who’s noticed either. Yesterday you waved at a boy from the Aphrodite cabin while he was riding a Pegasus and he was so starstruck he got hit in the face with a tree branch knocking him off his horse. He broke his arm. But you know what he said when he finally came to, pumped full of ambrosia and nectar?

“(Y/N) waved at me.”

A son of Aphrodite enamored with Hades favorite pawn. Romance writers couldn’t write better irony.

And he feels equal parts satisfaction and dismay at the fact.

Because you’ve always been great, and you deserve to grow out of your “father’s” shadow of darkness and evil.

But the small, immature, part of him can’t help but feel that you’ve stopped being his and started being everyone else’s. And he hates feeling like this, you’re not a thing you’re a person. But when he looks at you and he feels the jealous twist in his stomach he can’t help but think he’s no better than his dad.

And just when he thinks he’s beyond help, you make it okay again.

“What’s got you so down?” you ask.

It takes you hours to get to the heart of the issue, skirting around the real problem with “im just tired.” And “the guy in the bunk below mine snores really loud.” Until you finally wear him down.

“I feel like I’m a bad person,” he finally admits. “I feel like a friend of mine is drifting away, and it’s because they’re growing and changing, and I’m happy for them. But I wish it was just the two of us again you know?”

And he’s expecting you to mollify him with words of comfort about all the good he’s done in the world and that he could never be a bad person.

“That’s everyone though.”

He looks at you with wide eyes, but you don’t seem to notice.

“People grow and change, and it’s always hard regardless of what side of that equation you’re on. What you’re feeling just makes you human.” And then you meet his eyes and the sun is shining behind you, and he can feel his heart in his throat.

Dionysus calls for you and you answer, and he knows, just like his mom he fell for someone he shouldn’t have.

“But that’s human too.”