TWO FOR ONE!

TWO FOR ONE!

pairings: hobie brown x fem!reader, miguel o hara x fem!reader (miguel pining)

warnings: none really, miguel’s a sad party pooper, flirting

summary: you were totally falling for hobie, and hobie was for you. but there was a third in this relationship, miguel. not that you noticed anyways, hobie did though.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: look at me go posting something not hunger games for once, i think i posted this before nd it got deleted but i saw the idea and half written re-do in my notes so y not!

Could this debrief be longer?

Hobie's heart skipped a beat as you leaned your head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile, secretly reveling in your closeness. "Yeah, Miguel, we're just enjoying your captivating storytelling skills," he said, his voice light and playful.


Miguel raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced by your response. However, he decided to let it go for now and continued with the debriefing.



You wanted to keep joking around so you leaned into talk to Hobie and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was. And god did he look pretty up close.



Hobie's heart raced as you leaned in to talk to him. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of your close proximity, your features illuminated in the soft light. His mind went blank for a moment, captivated by your beauty.


But he quickly regained his composure, flashing a charming smile. "You know, doll, you have a way of making even the most serious situations feel lighter," he whispered back, his voice filled with warmth.


Miguel's gaze flickered towards the two of you for a moment, a faint hint of suspicion flashing across his eyes, but he continued with the briefing, unaware of the budding connection between Hobie and You.


“Says you Hobs.” You laughed whilst poking his chest, “You always know how to make me smile no matter what’s going on. And- I love it.” You smiled.


Miguel couldn’t help but look over once in a while. He seemed, Jealous?


Hobie's heart skipped a beat at your words, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. "Well, doll, making you smile is definitely something I strive for. I'm glad I can bring some joy to your life," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of affection and disbelief.

Ever since you both joined the spider-society he’d always found you to be a close friend of his, always the two of you laughing your asses off together no matter what.

Every time the two of you crashed over in each others universe you’d always been stuck with eachother. And overtime you’d managed to slowly fall in love with him, how could you not?


Miguel, observing the interaction between Hobie and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The intensity of his gaze hardened slightly, his brows furrowing before he broke his stare and continued with the briefing, his expression unreadable.


“Although your thick british accent isn’t the most helpful yknow?” You joked around as Hobie gasped, with his hand to his chest in fake shock, “How dare you? This accent is stunning, almost as stunning as the girl infront of me.” He spoke as you couldn’t help but blush.


You felt so red in the face so you buried your face in your hands. Jessica was addressing you all now and Miguel, instead of sitting at the front of the table, was right infront of Hobie and you.

Hobie couldn’t help but smirk.

He had the idea to rile him up.

And it seemed like even more of a great idea by the passing moment. So why not put it in motion?


Hobie grabbed your hands and joked, “C’mon lemme see that gorgeous face of yours.” Hobie smirked towards Miguel, and Miguel couldn’t contain himself.


“No stop- I’m so red!” You whisper-yelled.

Hobie's heart raced with both excitement and nervousness as he held your hands in his own, feeling the warmth against his own skin. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Miguel a little, especially when he saw the faint hint of jealousy in his eyes.

With a mischievous smirk, Hobie gently tugged your hands away from your face. "Oh, come on, Y/n. Let us bask in the glory of that redness. It only makes you more adorable," he whispered playfully, meeting Miguel's gaze for a split second.


Miguel shifted in his seat, an unmistakable flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He cleared his throat and looked away, attempting to redirect his focus back to Jessica's address, but the tension in the air was palpable.


“Fine! Fine! It’s gone anyway.” You smiled as you looked up at him. “You’re pretty cute yknow?” I teased as Hobie raised a brow, “Y’think? I bet I’m nothing compared to you love.” He teased back.


It seemed like Miguel had had enough as he coughed for your attention, “You two wanna pay attention to what’s going on or are you going to keep disturbing everyone?” Miguel scowled towards Hobie.


And as you were about to respond Hobie spoke up, “I don’t think we’re disrupting anyone Boss-man. Anyone feelin’ disrupted?” Hobie asked as everyone shrugged. Hobie looked back at Miguel and grinned, “See? Didn’t think so. Keep going Jess.” Hobie egged her on to continue with her debrief.


Hobie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he defended both himself and you against Miguel's scowl. He couldn't resist a bit of playful banter with his boss, even if it was a subtle way of asserting his presence.

As dismissive Hobie seems to be, he was far from

it when it came to you. And you weren’t exactly the most observant, you never noticed the stares and comments from people, whilst he did.


You suppressed a giggle, hiding a smile by digging your face into Hobies shoulder as you watched the interaction between Hobie and Miguel. You were starting to notice the undercurrent of tension between the two men, but for now, you chose to remain silent and let Hobie take the lead.


Miguel huffed under his breath, clearly frustrated, but he reluctantly turned his attention back to Jessica and resumed the debrief, unable to deny Hobie's claim that they weren't being disruptive.


Hobie grinned triumphantly, stealing a quick glance at you to make sure your were okay before shifting his focus back to the debriefing, listening intently to Jessica's instructions. The subtle competition for you attention continued, a silent battle fought in stolen glances and playful banter (mostly on Hobies side). 


After the debrief you were so tired of work you decided to invite everyone out for drinks.


No spider-suits just normal clothes.


Hobie decided to host it on his Earth and even play with his band, Gwen, Pav Miles were excited to say the least. Peter had begged May to come along and she agreed after a few hours of convincing.

When you all arrived you were amazed when it came to the talking. You’d only ever heard Hobies British accent of course but it was so weird to hear it everywhere.


And through the night couldn’t help but look at Hobie with love. He looked absolutely fantastic outside of work, even more so on stage.


When he was on stage he wouldn’t stop looking at you and smiling, the only person in the bar who wasn’t smiling was-


“Y/n. How are you?” Miguel asked me as I turned around, “I’m- great honestly. It’s nice to see everyone outside of work. And Hobie is-“


“Absolutely incredible?” Hobie smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Oh my god yes! You were fantastic!” You shouted over the music as you hugged him tightly and he reciprocated.


Hobie couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at Miguel easily over your shoulder. “Glad you enjoyed Y/n,” He spoke loudly before lowering to my ear, “This set was especially for you.”


You withdrew from the hug and smiled widely, “No way! Really? Thank you oh my god you shouldn’t have! Miles looks like he needs saving over there but we’ll talk soon okay?” You smiled as you got on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek before turning and waving to Miguel. The two began to talk as you left.



Hobie's heart practically leaped with joy as you praised his performance on stage. The way your eyes sparkled with admiration made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't contain the smile that graced his lips as he leaned into you, savoring the warmth of their hug.


Miguel's expression remained impassive, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner frustration. He watched as you and Hobie shared their moment, his eyes momentarily flickering with a mixture of envy and longing.


As you pulled away and mentioned needing to check on Miles, Hobie's smirk grew wider. He leaned in towards your ear, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "All for you, doll. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his tone filled with affection.


You beamed with happiness, grateful for Hobie's gesture. The tension between the two men lingered, even in your absence, as you made your way to Miles, their thoughts filled with the special connection they shared with Hobie.




“How’d you like my set mate?” Hobie smirked at Miguel.




Miguel raised an eyebrow, the tension between him and Hobie still palpable. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched you leave with a smile on their face after their interaction with Hobie.


"It was fine," Miguel replied curtly, not wanting to admit how much he had actually enjoyed Hobie's performance. "You seem to have quite the effect on Y/n," he added, unable to hide a hint of bitterness.


Hobie chuckled knowingly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Well, Miguel, maybe if you showed a little more, pizzazz, you could have the same effect," he teased, leaning against the bar as he subtly scanned the crowd for your whereabouts.


Miguel scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't need anyone's approval," he grumbled, his tone defensive.


Hobie's smirk only grew wider as he continued to playfully provoke Miguel. "Oh, I know, Boss-man. But it wouldn't hurt to let loose once in a while," he said, his gaze returning to the stage where the band continued to play.


“Maybe she’d would like you more if you were more chill she’d open up to you like she does with me.” Hobie teased as he downed his drink.


“I don’t need you to give me tips. And why would I want her to chill with me? She’s a colleague nothing more.”


“Don’t you want it to be more? Every time you look at her you always want to say som more my man.” Hobie laughed.



Miguel's jaw tensed as Hobie continued to tease him, hitting a nerve with his observations. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but deep down, he couldn't completely deny his attraction towards you.


"She is a colleague, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm oblivious to her charms," Miguel retorted, his tone defensive. "But I don't need to prove anything to you or anyone else. My relationship with her is strictly professional."


Hobie's laughter filled the air, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, come on, Miguel. We both know there's more there. The way your eyes follow her whenever she leaves the room, the way you listen so intently to her words. Admit it, Boss-man, you're smitten," he taunted, raising his glass in a playful toast.


Miguel gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Hobie. Let's just enjoy the night, shall we?" he replied, his voice strained.


Hobie's smirk softened slightly as he realized Miguel's true struggle. He took a deep breath, changing the subject. "Yeah, you're right. Let's just enjoy the night. We'll see what happens," he said, subtly shifting the conversation away from their unspoken competition for your affection.


Miles and Gwen were holding their own as you walked back.


“Hey I’m pretty tired, tonight was amazing but I think I should call it a night.” You smiled up at him.


“Oh no love there’s no way I’m letting you go at such a late time. You can crash with me yeah?” Hobie suggested.


“You sure? I don’t wanna be a n-“ Hobie cut me off with a hug, “Nah, you’re good. You wanna head out now?” He asked as you nodded, “You cold?”


You nodded again, “A little, I left my jumper at HQ.” Hobie quickly smiled, “I’ll go grab mine and say goodbye yeah? I’ll see you.” He said as he kissed the side of your head, leaving you with a pissed off Miguel.


"I'll wait for you here, just say your goodbyes," you shouted out, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. You really did like Hobie, you just hoped this night went smoothly.


Miguel kept his irritation in check, but his eyes narrowed as he observed the intimate gesture between Hobie and you. He tried to push aside his feelings of jealousy, reminding himself that he had no claim over you.


“You okay there?” You asked Miguel as you waited for Hobie, you reached out and rested your hand on his upper arm, “You seem- tense.”


Miguel eyes raised instantly at the insinuation, but quickly lowered as he realised you didn’t mean it that way. “I’m, I’m okay. Just a bit stressed from-“


Your eyes were wide, completely engaged in the conversation and Miguel suddenly felt- watched. “It’ll be okay Miguel. You’ve got a brilliant team, as well as brain, at HQ and we’re always here to help you. You shouldn’t try to do everything yourself, least us help you from time to time. You should have a life, no offence, outside of work.” You answered with a smile.



Miguel's guarded expression softened as you reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort from your touch, your genuine concern shining through.

As he looked at your hand he noticed the intricate patterns all over and couldn’t help the smile, “It looks beautiful, what is it?”

“It’s Henna or in Punjabi more so Mehndi. It’s derived from a certain plant and basically is used for special occasions or just in general. It’s temporary but depending on what brand you use it lasts longer.”

Miguel felt happy, for once, seeing you smile so much and talk with passion about your culture made him warm inside. 


For a brief moment, Miguel entertained the thought of confiding in you, opening up about the weight he carried as the leader of the Spider Society. The desire for someone to understand his struggles tugged at his heart, but the fear of vulnerability held him back.

As Miguel spoke, he couldn't help but notice the way you looked at him, your eyes filled with kindness and understanding. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter.

Perhaps there was room for more than just work in his life.


He met your eyes, the sincerity shining through, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You're right, Y/n. I appreciate your support more than you know," he replied, momentarily forgetting the tension between him and Hobie.



“Yeah Hobie. You gonna be okay Mig?” You asked.

Miguel hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be honest with you and the fear of revealing too much. He finally settled on a composed expression, his voice tinged with a hint of fatigue. He’d been working so hard lately and with you on his mind always, it was hard to focus. “But back to you, Miguel, are you sure-”

"I'll be fine, Y/n. Just tired, like I said. You two go ahead and have a good night," Miguel replied, his tone gentle yet distant. He tried to mask any hint of disappointment as he averted his gaze.

You exchanged a concerned glance with Hobie before giving Miguel a reassuring smile. "Alright, if you say so. Take care of yourself, Miguel. We'll catch up soon," You said, voice filled with genuine care.

Miguel nodded in response, the weight of his emotions growing heavier. As he watched Y/n and Hobie walk away, he couldn't help but long for a different outcome, one where he could let down his guard and pursue a deeper connection with you.

But for now, he had to accept his role as your boss and put your guy’s professional relationship first.

Maybe one day, you’d choose him.

— HUNGER GAMES

a/n: look at my cute lil smiley fin 😭 god i love hunger games so much you don’t understand it’s my comfort movies and finn is my comfort character ❤️

RED MARKED STORIES HAVE DARK THEMES. READ WARNINGS PLEASE.

FINNICK ODAIR

— want and desire (req) dark themes

— summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but apparently your fate had been signed, as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him, no matter how hard you tried.

— spring cleaning (blurb req)

— summary: finnick finally decides to clean out the garage with your help after you asking him forever.

— victors spoils

— summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

— lonely waters

— summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water won’t save you.. silly girl, don’t you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.

— my people ft annie cresta

— summary: you’d been hired to help keep annie’s home clean and to keep her company. what you didn’t expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesn’t want to let either of you go. but you’ve found your people, and you couldn’t be happier.

— miss officer

— summary: you’re tasked with training finnick odair for war and to fight in the captiol. only problem? he’s completely enamoured with you.

— breakups and makeups

— summary: you and finnick used to date, but it took a nasty turn when you heard rumours of his dalliances. but now the two of you reunite apart of the same alliance. will you make up or break up? again?

— damage control & lifeline (anon blurb)

— summary: finnick and his mentor getting into a fake relationship for damage control after peeta and katniss’ stunt at the 74th games + finnick saving his stylist from execution by proposing marriage.

— unrequited (anon blurb, implied smut)

— summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

— oh baby! (smut)

— summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

— capitol girl (req blurb)

— summary: finnick loves his favourite victor.

— love you best part two (req, smut)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t exactly like you around other men without him.

CORIOLANUS SNOW

— trapped

— summary: after the 10th hunger games, coriolanus set his sights on a girl from his younger years to be his wife. disgusted by his actions and scared by the rumours your family agreed. as you realise he wasn’t the same boy from before, snow finds himself intrigued, especially when you seem to be visiting a friends house too often.

— delicate*

— summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

— ravage delicate pt 2

— summary: he’d won the election, much to your elation. now you’d have to navigate the fame, fortune and status as the first lady of panem. but coriolanus just wanted you all to himself, and he’d do anything to scare you into his arms.

— safe and sound ft lucy gray baird

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— worth it

summary: coriolanus made the mistake of protecting lucy gray during the bombing, rather than you.

— runaway

summary: you’d always considered coriolanus to be a friend of yours. family even. but after sejanus’s death you find him to be off. he’s keeping something from your family and you’ve run out of time to get as far away as you can.

— our little dove ft lucy gray baird

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— late to the party

— summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, your managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?

— brown jewel (req)

— summary: he was a lifeline and you’d grabbed on in hopes to avoid the reaping, but you were coriolanus’ obsession and he was not going to let you go.

— temper tantrum (req)

— summary: you were the daughter of one of the richest couples of panem. everything you’ve ever wanted, handed to you. coriolanus had a short temper and you were stubborn. who knows what could happen?

— mr president (req)

— summary: mr president seems to be especially enamoured with his favourite maid, you.

— all grown up (smut)

— summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

— charity (req)

— summary: president snow was praised for his love and devotion to his wife, a cripple. if only they knew how you’d ended up that way.

— love you best (req, smut, read as coryo or finnick)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t like you around other men without him.

PEETA MELLARK

— sweet like sugar (blurb req)

— summary: peeta teaches you how to bake since you’re nowhere near as good as you thought, not that you’d admit it.

—paranoia (dark req)

— summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.

SEJANUS PLINTH

— coming soon!

LUCY GRAY BAIRD

— safe and sound ft coriolanus snow

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— destined

— summary: you and lucy enjoy time together at the lake.

—our little dove ft coriolanus snow

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

KATNISS EVERDEEN

— coming soon!

JOHANNA MASON

— underestimate (blurb req)

— summary: johanna learns not to underestimate you.

ANNIE CRESTA

— my people ft finnick odair

— summary: you’d been hired to help keep annie’s home clean and to keep her company. what you didn’t expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesn’t want to let either of you go. but you’ve found your people, and you couldn’t be happier.

TRIBUTE!READER

— coming soon!

(in general, no ship just the reader in the arena, with katniss n peeta etc)

Omg the Delicate fic… something about it just hit me right where it needed to. Over protective snow especially when the reader is crying, I just melted a little bit even though he was still being evil 😭

thank you!! pretty sure corios crazy all day every day so even when he’s providing comfort 😭

— TRAPPED (WORDS NOT SAID)

pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: cold!corio, murder, nc kissing, possessiveness, very controlling thoughts and actions, arranged marriage, cheating, dark-ish themes since he’s literally insane HAVE U SEEN THE BOOKS? not proof read

summary: after the 10th hunger games, coriolanus set his sights on a girl from his younger years to be his wife. disgusted by his actions and scared by the rumours your family agreed. as you realise he wasn’t the same boy from before, snow finds himself intrigued, especially when you seem to be visiting a friends house too often.

word count: 1.9k words

a/n: i don’t usually write toxic shit but like that’s the definition of snow and his cute lil intrusive thoughts so here u go 😘 this man is a bad man especially after lucy. so i find it so funny when he’s super sweet in some fics but he’s super like ooh she needs protection, oh she’s fragile you get me???

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

there was no point in crying.

you knew that.

but at the prospect of marrying a man whom you barely even knew scared the hell out of you, and the thought of not being with your albeit secret boyfriend, not getting to marry him, start a life with him? it was unbearable.

your dress was crisp white, like snow. of course.

the memories of that day were jumbled in your head, you remember being stuffed into a dress, your hair and face being pulled every which way and holding coriolanus’s hands as you listened to his vows, void of emotion in the eyes but with a slight smile on his face. you couldn’t even recall what happened afterwards. and you didn’t want to. coriolanus hadn’t even let you properly bid your family farewell before he’d sweeped you away to your new home, courtesy of your parents and the plinths.

and even if your home was cold and distant you tried your best to be nice and easy with snow. you’d wear what he wanted, did what he wanted and everything else. you could tell he found comfort in control, knowing what was happening, being able to tell people what to do. even if you hated to admit it, it suited him.

in a rare moment, his mask would slip. the mask that kept his true thoughts and emotions neatly stored away, it would fall. and you revelled in them, a genuine smile, across his face. but as soon as it slipped, his walls were back up and he was straightening his red coat and out the door.

over the next months you’d learnt to keep yourself in check, there was no point in trying to bond with coriolanus, he knew his boundaries in your relationship? marriage? whatever it was, it was just on paper. you were mere passing acquaintances at best. you’d have breakfast together, he’d leave the house, you’d occupy yourself with the house, the library, entertainment, shopping, he’d come home, dinner and then off to your rooms.

but over a few weeks ago you’d met someone new.

andrenis was insanely gorgeous, his eyes shone in the sun and his brown hair reminded you of chocolate. he was breathtaking and he loved you. it’d been so long since you felt love, pure and devoted love to someone. the vacant halls of coriolanus’s and yours home were at the back of your mind in his presence.

at first youd started of friends of course and as you continued you felt, alive. every time he looked at you, talked to you everything faded to the back of your mind. but what you didn’t know was that snow had taken note. he’d noticed you skipping out on breakfast at times, your maids always claiming that you’d been reading late, working late and so on.

working late? you were married to him, what work could you possible have? why were you sleeping so late? could you not do your reading during the day? what was taking your attention, who?

even if you didn’t talk much, let alone see eachother you were a constant in his life now. something that gave him comfort of sorts. small talk with you in the morning and night, seeing you in the halls, your laugh echoing through the halls as you talked with staff, your scent lingering in the library and the drops of blood on his roses, since you were the only person whom he allowed to tend to them.

for him, you were security.

he knew you wouldn’t leave since you had no reason to. there was no love holding you to this relationship, you had a comfortable life, your friends and family in your reach and the luxury that you lived in. you were free, in your eyes. but in reality the second your own pen touched that paper and you signed the certificate your life was taken from you. even if you didn’t know it, coriolanus had been monitoring you from afar.

keeping track of what you did, where you went, what you spent. it was all to make sure you made it home of course. nothing less, nothing more.

so imagine his surprise when he heard reports of you sneaking out of the house and returning in the early hours of the morning.

for some reason he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his heart. why on earth would you be sneaking out? was this home not enough? the roof over your head and the food in your stomach? the bed you sleep in and the man you call your husband. your loyalty should be unwavering yet here he was, watching you creep out of the house through the servants quarters.

his jaw clenched and his fists curled as you laid your hands against his chest, foreheads against the others. “i’ve missed you my love.” the man’s voice echoed through his head.

words he’d never said to you.

“i know, but we are together and that is all that matters. i love you andrenis.”

words you’d never said to him.

“i’m to visit district 12, my father wishes for me to visit my brother. you know what he did, his punishment was to be a peacekeeper. but his time is up and mother misses him terribly. i do not know how long i will be y/n, but i will bring you back whatever you wish.”

“and what exactly will you get from district 12 that my dear wife will will not be able to get here?” it wasn’t a question, even if it was said as one. there was not a single thing that he wouldn’t give his wife. to keep up your appearances of course, he couldn’t have you going without something you wanted.

your heart was racing and your hands sweaty as you instantly pulled away from andrenis. snows eyes bore into his, andrenis breathed deeply before speaking, “coriolanus. you look good, rising above the ranks, marrying up are we?”

andrenis layworth. not only did coriolanus despise him but he knew how he truly acted. he should’ve stayed away from things that weren’t his, never were and never would be.

“andrenis!” you scolded him, it was already embarrassing in your eyes to be caught with him by your husband but you wouldn’t let him mock coriolanus.

your husband reached his hand out towards you, and you accepted as he spoke up. “i hope your travels are safe, andrenis.” the two of you walked away, him placing you into the car before shutting the door. he tapped on the back as you drove back home, without him to your surprise.

andrenis was taken aback. in all the time he’d been with you, you’d failed to mention your husband was him. and as much as andrenis would hate to say it, snow did intimidate him. nowadays at least. he rarely showed emotion, he was always proper and dressed appropriately, but all that didn’t matter when snow had his mind. his wit, intelligence and cunning was far more impressive than most.

he’d always kept himself in check.

but as coriolanus snow walked towards him with certainty he backed himself all the way into the dark alley as he was grabbed by his collar and slammed into the wall. “my wife. she is my wife, no one else’s. just because your pockets may be deeper than mine does not mean that i won’t hesitate to get you out of my way. you could never be worthy of her and if you so much as look at her, i will make sure you will never see the light of day. perhaps you’ll have a fall, or a crash with your traitor brother?”

the mask had fallen and the only thing left behind it was pure rage.

“or maybe we’ll hang? what would that be, three deaths on your hands?” andrenis smirked as coriolanus’s face dropped. he grabbed andrenis and shoved him infront, pushing him to walk. “you’re going to district 12 and you will never come out.” andrenis laughed loudly, “such terror you impose, poor coriolanus, clawing his way to the top. marrying a woman by force-”

“on second thought.”

a single gun shot rung through the air.

“district 12 isn’t low enough for you.” snow spoke as andrenis tried to crawl away from him. “no place on earth deserves the dishonour of having you waste their resources. the air you breathe is a privilege, that should not be taken by you.” coriolanus pulled him up by his hair, “the second you decided to be with her, was the day that you died.”

andrenis’s eyes were closing, fear swimming around. but corio couldn’t bring himself to care. his mind was clouded, for once he wasn’t thinking clearly. as he walked back into the house he saw you, sat with your head in your hands, jumping up at the sound of him entering. “corio.”

his heart was beating erratically at the sound of your voice, so soft and welcoming. why hadn’t he noticed your sweetness before?

“i’m so sorry, i- i was weak. we rarely speak to eachother, let alone allow ourselves to love. with andrenis, he reminded me of it, reminded me how it felt to love and to be loved. i won’t see him again, i promise.”

so submissive, rather than standing your ground. getting angry at him for forcing you into the marriage, for not talking to you, you were apologising. whilst you may have been disloyal he saw it only as a weakness. a bad habit to which he could help, he could fix. and he knew you’d keep your promise, not because you’d try your hardest but because andrenis was a cold stiff body in the bottom of a construction site. a mugging victim? an accident? it didn’t matter how his passing was seen as, he was gone and he’d never return.

he’d made sure of it.

as he walked towards you the scene from before replayed in his head as you walked backwards with every step you took, and in your eyes he saw what he craved to enforce, terror. and you were so small to him, something fragile, in need of control and order.

“don’t worry, i’ll keep you safe, i’m all you need.” corio spoke as his face got closer. the rise and fall of your chest was rapid, your eyes were wide as you realised what he was trying to do. you quickly turned your head but he quickly forced you to look at him, fingers digging into your face, “i give you everything, i will always give you everything. you deserve nothing but the best and i am the only one who can give it to you, you need me. do you understand?” he questioned as you began to cry, you’d never seen him so unhinged. his hair was slightly out of place, a strand infront of his eye.

(zayn malik vibes)

his coat was off, most likely hung on the door way and his sleeves were rolled, his usually pristine white shirt was crinkled, dirty. what had he been doing after you left? you’d gotten your answer as your teary eyes blinked away the tears, focused on his bare arms,

blood.

“corio, please. what did you do?” you cried as his hand made its way to your neck as he pressed your forehead to his, your stomach swirling and head spinning as a sense of deja vu crossed you, andrenis.

“what i had to, i will always do what i have to. nothing is ever handed to me.”

“you didn’t-”

he laughed, “snow lands on top, in life and on you.”

(going to puke why did i write that it’s so cringe)

the kiss was nothing like you ever had. it wasn’t sweet, passionate, rather hungry, as if he was chasing you, afraid you’d run. as if you could, he’d let one girl get away and with how he looked at you in this moment?

you were trapped.

I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT COOKING JUST WAIT

(all will be up by tomorrow probs)

ooh what about coryo x a plinth!reader, like sejanus’s younger sister who’s friendly but cautious. and though she accepts coryo into the family (since he was her brother’s “friend”) the way he just took his place begins to unsettle her until she finds out what happened but by then it’s too late and she can’t get rid of him

RUNAWAY

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary: you’d always considered coriolanus to be a friend of yours. family even. but after sejanus’s death you find him to be off. he’s keeping something from your family and you’ve run out of time to get as far away as you can.

warnings: mentioned murder/hanging, nc kissing, secrets, manipulation, lying, possessive, blackmail, forced marriage, implied sex

a/n: thank u for the requestsss!! i’ve had no inspo lately so thank y’all

he looked so different.

well not so, but to anyone else it was just a change of clothes and a hairstyle. but he truly had changed, in personality and looks. his face rarely smiled anymore, it being reserved for a small group.

what you didn’t know was that the group was just you.

your family has been quick to welcome him, sejanus’s loyal best friend. the one who’d been by his side, when it happened and before it. who helped him in the academy and as peacekeepers. you liked coriolanus a lot back then, he was always nice to you. bringing you a rose or a treat he’d managed to charm a naive baker into passing his way free of charge. you’d always seen him as a brother, his presents being an affectionate way of showing his liking of you. sejanus’s little sister. you were happy for sejanus, as most of the kids weren’t exactly welcoming. having an acquaintance, friend even, was good for him.

but if you’d known he had other intentions in mind for these years you would have ran for the hills.

coriolanus was on the fast track for success.

with the plinth fortune at his back he was for once providing what he wanted to for his family. presidency in the horizon, respect by his side and lucy gray in the past.

but there was something he wanted from the plinth family, even if he’d already taken their fortune and son. their daughter. before now, he was meek. he may have held himself high, fooled some and scared others with his smart self he’d never managed to get the one thing he wanted, you. but there was no way you could deny him now, right?

you didn’t know how it had happened but you weren’t miserable. you knew you’d have to marry one day so why not coriolanus? you thought to yourself as you fixed your wedding dress, you’d asked for time alone before you walked since- well you didn’t know why. you just wanted a second to breathe before the entire capitol came down on you with a million questions, pokes and prods.

you were in corio and yourselfs room. as you surveyed the room one last time as an unmarried woman you noticed something peeking out from his bed. you knew coriolanus liked to write, but you assumed it was all business related. god you wish your curiosity had kept itself in check.

your dress was wet in places. the tears were non-stop and you couldn’t breathe. just when you thought the tears and heavy breathing would die down you felt coriolanus’s hand on your bare shoulder, “you should have not read it.” his voice was stern, unwavering. you wanted nothing more than to kill him. “don’t be hysterical. get up. he’s gone and there is nothing you can do about it. i won’t allow you to ruin my image, get up.” you continued crying as he lifted you up, manoeuvring you like a doll. moulded for him.

he wiped away your tears as you buried your face in his neck and your nails in his biceps. you were holding on to him for dear life, you feared if he wasn’t there to ground you the floor would eat you.

“settle down, we have a wedding to finish.” you choked on god knows what, “do you honestly believe i’d marry you now? no! i’m telling everyone. and they’ll see what a disgusting monster you are. how dare you come to our family for reprieve and safety! use our money! stay in our home and smile at us knowing what you did?” you screamed as you ran towards the door, being met with a guard. he was large, burly and did not look like he cared about you. the tears down your face and he held no sympathy. “i pay him handsomely. he won’t help you, no one here will.” coriolanus walked over to the door and shut it as you walked backwards.

you had no clue what he would do to you, if he could have sejanus hung and then face his family everyday. charm you, love you, sleep with you and now marry?

“would you like to tell your mother? that someone she considers to be a son took her child from her? would she even believe you? or would she die of heartbreak before you could explain? what happens when i prove your lying? no one knows besides you and me. your word vs mine. a powerful business man, game maker of the hunger games, from old money and wealth. coriolanus snow, soon to be president and his dear wife. y/n plinth, a daughter of the plinths, new money with no history in the capitol and whom made money of off the war whilst others suffered. even if they did believe you, who would stop me from making sure they see their son again?”

checkmate.

you had no where to run to and your family on the line, so when coriolanus walked to you, fixed your hair and dress, you let him.

when your father walked you down the isle to the monster who destroyed your family, you let him.

when your mother cried tears of happiness for her daughters marriage, you let her.

when coriolanus kissed you passionately, hand dropping quite low as the crowd cheered for your love. you let them.

and when he carried you to your new bedroom, ripped your dress off and made his way down, you let him.

because you knew there was no way you’d allow him to touch your parents, hurt them. maybe they could get away from his poisoned thorns that dug so deeply. by the end of the night you’d been taken in so many ways you couldn’t move without irritating a bruise. and with coriolanus’s arm trapping you in his chest only one thought blared through your mind.

RUNAWAY!