Pairing: Damiano David x female!reader
Summary: As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind.
Warning/s: Language (maybe like one curse word that is repeated two to three times), mention of smut (but not explicit), Google translate
Author's note: Here is another Damiano song imagine I hope you like it. I might make one with Thomas Raggi very soon đ€«
You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better
And every time I sew your face, the moon should be jealous
And I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine
I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm loosing my mind
Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed to be in
Wish I could've stayed
Damiano has had enough. The fame felt too much and the videocalls, phone calls and messages weren't enough anymore. He was practically pulling his hair out as he continued to mindlessly walk around his hotel room. His completely empty hotel room. He looked at his perfectly made bed and at his perfectly sorted out clothes in the closet and Damiano was finally, officially done. He couldn't take this torture anymore.
He strolled mindlessly to the big window of his hotel room as his eyes roamed around the busy streets of LA. People were rushing everywhere and Damiano realized that they were completely obvious to his suffering. He thought it was unfair.
He roughly ripped the cigarette out of the back pocket of his jeans. As he went to light up the cigarette it begin to accur to him that sun was still shining brightly in the middle of the sky. He realized that the moon must be keeping company to his beloved. Not that you were probably enjoying the darkness that the moon swept in, he thought. You must be still deep in your sleep considering the fact that it was probably middle of the night where you were right now. As Damiano opened the window and stepped onto the balcony he let himself enjoy the bright rays of sunshine on his bare back. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked towards the sun. It was shining so bright that Damiano was pretty sure that it was mocking him. He knew that it was mocking him. The sun was pure reflection of his life right now. It was shining on him so brightly, but it also reminded him that you are not in the same position as he is right now. He was covered in sunshine yet you were bathing in moonlight. It wasn't fair.
With a sigh, he threw away the cigarette and returned to the room closing the window behind him. Empty room remained him not only of you, but also that his band mates were out right now. Damiano was pretty sure that they went out partly because of his constant whining about not being able to do more that to just see your gorgeous face over FaceTime. It wasn't his fault that he was whining about it constantly, he thought. Those calls were sometimes quite impractical, anyways. For one, he couldn't touch you. He could only watch your beauty from far away. He couldn't smell your sweet scent. Your shampoo. Your perfume that he sometimes liked to steel away just so that he could smell like you (it was fine you did it with his perfume, too). He knew that Vic, Thomas and Ethan were practically sick of him now because he was talking so much about you. Ethan thought that he looked like a tortured puppy whenever Damiano mentioned how much he misses you. You were talking to everyone on the band, too and Ethan knew that you were like that, too.
In fact, everyone got so worried for you two because as time went by and you two spend much more time away from one another it looked like you both started to not take as much care for your well-beings as you did before. Everyone saw how much this long distance affected both Damiano and you. Thomas barely stopped Vic from buying Damiano tickets back to Italy (you moved there with him) one hour before the show so he could see you.
Damiano was done. But he couldn't help himself. He just kept calling you when the moon is shining in LA, when some people were asleep like dead and some people were partying until they die. He just wanted to hear your voice yet he knew that everytime he calls you, you can hear desperation in his rough voice. Damiano was very well aware that he was slowly loosing his mind. Especially when it was night where you were and you were deep in your sleep. He didn't want to disturb you, so he somehow managed to gain some self control and not call you then. It was all right, though. You were loosing your mind, too.
He took one more look at his perfectly made up bed and knew what was missing.
If you two weren't apart, you would be sprawled out on the bed, bare back facing the door, hair messed up, face pressing into the pillows, deep in sleep after the passionate activities that him and you took part in the night before. His whole hotel room was mocking him. He knew that very well. All this torture... it took everything in his willpower to not run to the airport and never let you go from his arms.
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone
So fuck that I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning
I'm coming home
Only thing that keeps us apart
Is a different timezone
"So how is the tour going?" Your slightly raspy voice asked him.
It was an early morning in Italy and you just woke up from your slumber. In fact, you were still in bed. On the other hand, Damiano has been awake for hours. It was still dark outside and he put his laptop outside on the balcony on the fresh LA air. God knows he needs it.
"It's good." Damiano told you. "It's good..." He repeated slowly as he finally blew out another little cloud of smoke from yet another cigarette.
The way he repeated his answer seemed like he was just trying to convince himself that everything was perfect, that everything was just the way he imagined it to be. But you knew better. You knew he was hiding something and you were pretty sure that you could guess what it was.
"What is wrong, amore?" You asked him and for a moment, when Damiano looked back from the night sky to the screen, he felt himself freeze.
He knows that you are beautiful, but the way that you smiled sadly at him and the way that one piece of your hair fell in front of your eyes, he was once again hit with the feeling of loneliness. It painted him greatly because even though he can se your breathing smile and hear your melodic voice, it wasn't the same. You weren't really there with him. For a bare moment he didn't say anything, you figured that that would happen. So you went on.
"I know when something is wrong." You told him and he started to deeply stare in your eyes, you felt like he was staring into your soul. It was truly curious considering the fact that you had a videocall. "Your eyes start to drop in a certain way. They get more serious." You continued, your voice softening with every word you said and he noticed that. He always does. Just like you always do, too.
"The tour is going amazing. Vic, Tom and Ethan are amazing like always. But you know what is wrong." Damiano took another hit from the cigarette and quickly blew another cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He started to smoke more. You noticed that fact after your 50th call this week. He started to smoke more then he usually does and you could partly guess why.
"You're right. I do know." You sighed as you rubbed your hands over your face. In return, he turned his concerned eyes back to you. "It's killing me, too. I feel like I can't do it anymore either." You admitted to him. He let his hand run through this hair as he put out the cigarette with his other hand. You could just watch how he smashed it in the ashtray angrily.
"I miss you so much it hurts." Damiano heard himself admit this to you for like the millionth time today. "I just want you to be back in my arms. I can't fucking do this anymore. I don't want to."
"Me neither."
Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it
Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I'll pay double for the tickets
And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed
And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight
Now I know you're sleeping
Where I'm supposed to be in
Wish I could've stayed
Victoria, Thomas and Ethan watched Damiano with great concern as he continued to practically pull his hair out. Their manager just told them that they have to stay in LA for one more month. Not one more day. Not one more week. One more MONTH. MÄneskin was supposed to leave in three days back to Italy, but the plan changed. This news added the fuel to the fire that was already actively burning. And that was enough for Damiano finally explode. The rest of the band barely stopped Damiano from nearly ripping the manager's head right of off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong. Damiano loved this tour and he loves his band more than anything. But he was supposed to finally go back in your arms and he was pretty sure that he never wanted to leave them, but his plans and hopes were now officially crushed, burned to the ground.
"Questo Ăš tutto! Me ne sto andando! Non mi interessa nemmeno piĂč questo. Voglio solo vederla per almeno un giorno." ["That's it! I'm leaving! I don't even care about this anymore. I just want to see her for at least a day."] He yelled out and Vic jumped up to her feet before she gave him a bone crushing hug. "Non posso piĂč farlo, cazzo." ["I can't fucking do this anymore."] Damiano whispered as he gripped on Vic's hair. Victoria let her hand run down his back as she hugged him tightly. It painted her to see one of her best friends in this state. Suddenly, she let go of her, gripped Damiano's shoulders as she started to yell, too.
"Che cazzo stai aspettando?! Vai a trovarla per un giorno e dille che ci siamo salutati!" ["What the fuck are you waiting for?! Go and see her for a day and tell her that we said hello!"] Damiano looked at her in shock as Thomas and Ethan joined them, nodding.
"SĂŹ! Amico, smettila di deprimerti e vai dalla tua signora." ["Yeah! Dude, stop moping around and go see your lady."] Thomas said. Thomas' confirmation along with Victoria's and Ethan's nodding was enough for Damiano to turn the entire hotel room upside down.
He pulled out his suitcase out of nowhere and started to pack. He was moving so fast and so much that the rest of the band thought that he's going to give them a headache. The point is, he didn't care what he put in in his suitcase. He packed just a few essential stuff, anyways. His mind was already with her, back in Italy, and it was the only thing that was important to him. It was safe to say that he was in and out before anyone could say anything else. And so, with one group hug and quickly exchanged "good bye"s and "have a safe flight"s, Damiano was off.
Practically running down the hall so he could get to the elevator and out of the hotel. He ran out on the busy street of LA and somehow managed to get a cab very quickly. He was extremely excited and kind of nervous. Damiano figured that he simply couldn't wait to get to the airport. The moment that the cab stopped, Damiano practically threw the cash at the driver and ran inside the airport, his suitcase stumbling behind him. Once he finally got into his flight he slumped down on his seat. He just couldn't wait do be home. And the waiting really paid off.
Damiano felt like his heart was going to burst its way out of his chest as he took a look at the building of your shared apartment. The flight was too long and he was just happy to be back. He knocked on the door after he went up the stairs and he was suddenly face to face with your sleepy eyes and your bright smile when you saw who was knocking on the door. Before any of you could get a word out you brought one another into a bone crushing hug. You started to cry in each other's embrace. You missed the way his arms were wrapped around you, you missed the way he always sounded so breathless when he joyfully laughed, you missed the way his eyes were shining, you missed him. He missed the way you smelled like the sweetest candy the way your eyes stared deep into his soul, he missed the feeling of your skin, he missed the beating of your heart. He missed you, too.
"You're home." You let out a soft sob as you hid your face in his shoulder, gripping on him tightly. You felt his arms tighten around you, too afraid to let you go, too afraid that either of you is going to dissappear.
"I am home. At last."
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AN: So I canât stop thinking about them *cough* ESC 2023 contestants *cough* and this came out. Iâm so sorry.
AN2: yes, Iâm from Europe if anyone was wondering; also, excuse my English but itâs not my first language.
Bojan CvjetiÄanin x fem!actress!reader
Surprise in the end!
Words: 1500+
Bojan couldnât wait.
He was ecstatic, unable to keep himself still as he was being driven to the airport in Liverpool.
âWill you stop moving,â Jan sighed, nudging him with his elbow.
âHe hasnât seen her in a month, Jan,â Nace retorted, âof course heâs excited.â
He couldnât even answer to them as his bandmates continued arguing over if he should or shouldnât be this nervous about seeing his girlfriend again. After all, he was going to see her today, and that just made him so giddy he couldnât focus on anything else.
The thing is, she had been away in America, filming a new TV show that would undoubtedly be loved by the public once it was out; so she couldnât exactly accompany him in his Eurovision journey since him and his friends were elected in Slovenia.
He was so proud of her for making it into another soon-to-be hit show, but he missed her so very much during the last month. Itâs true they tried calling each other every chance they had, but the time difference and their busy schedules didnât let them be part of each otherâs lives as much as they were used to.
Bojan couldnât wait to give her the biggest hug and all the kisses he couldnât give her when they were apart. He cringed at himself at the thought. That was disgusting.
âHey!â A clap resounded in the air just millimetres away from his face.
âWhat?â
âWeâre here,â Kris told him, clapping his shoulder.
He looked around. He was the only one left in the van. The Slovene swallowed thickly. Why was he so nervous about meeting her?
He walked out of the vehicle, following the rest of his bandmates inside the airport and wringing his sweaty hands together.
They had all been careful, not saying anything on social media or giving away the fact that she was coming, even if he wanted to scream it at the world. He hadnât even told any of the new friends he had made because of Eurovision. All of this wasnât because their relationship was a secret, it couldnât be further from that, but they didnât want that much attention at their first meeting in a month. One never knows how heâs going to react.
When he arrived at the correct place with his best friends, he heard Jan asking him:
âDo you know if sheâs already landed?â
He shook his head and grabbed his phone, realising he had a message from two minutes ago telling him she had, in fact, landed.
He put his phone away, staring directly at the exit doors the people from her flight would be using.
âIâm taking that stupid grin as a âyes, sheâs landedâ.â
Bojan nodded but didnât look away, his eyes stinging. He refused to blink, what if he didnât see her?
Big groups of people started getting out through the doors, Bojan getting more anxious as time passed and she didnât appear. What if she changed her mind, all this time away from him making her realise she didnât need him?
He didnât have time to dwell on it, though. He saw her, carrying her luggage around with tired eyes that changed the second they landed on him.
A big smile spread across her cheeks as she started running towards him, leaving her suitcase near the rest of his bandmates and jumping up. He started chuckling the moment he felt her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, reacting and putting his own hands below her to support her weight on him.
For long moments, they stayed like that, breathing each other in and feeling the warmth of the otherâs skin on theirs; ignoring the other menâs cheers and puking sounds.
She was the first to move, removing her head from the junction between his shoulder and neck and smiling up at him with a shine in her eyes.
âHi!â, she exclaimed.
âHello,â he smiled back.
She noticed the soft look in his eyes, the small but genuine smile on his lips, it made the butterflies in her belly push against her skin, wanting to be able to touch him and be with him even closer than she was now.
âAre you not going to say anything about the rest of us?â Jure let out, feigning annoyance but with a huge smile on his face.
âI donât know about thatâŠ,â she couldnât help but match his energy, slowly getting down from her boyfriendâs embrace and going over to the guys, giving each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
âWhy do they get a kiss?â Bojan asked half jokingly half seriously wandering why he couldnât get one, âIâm your boyfriend! Your boyfriend!â
âAlright, alright⊠donât be a big baby, love.â
âNo!â
They drowned out the sound of the boysâ whines as they did, in fact, kiss. Bojan couldnât help but tighten his grasp on her when she started to move away from him, chasing after her lips and giving her another sweet peck before she could escape him.
When he opened his eyes, she saw hers were still closed, a pink flush dusting over her cheeks. She opened her eyes and he saw the entire universe in them. His world.
âOkay, thatâs enough,â Jan said, exasperated, âletâs go back to the hotel.â
âAnd no more kissing,â Kris added, âplease.â
The couple laughed at the disgusted faces with which the rest of the group agreed, her taking his hand and following them to the van.
The rest of the day was spent meeting and getting to know the other ESC participants, as her boyfriend and his band had insisted so much in it.
They did leave her luggage in his hotel room first, but right after that they went to meet the band Voyager, and then Alessandra, Vesna, Blanca Paloma, and the rest of them.
She had had fun with all of them and sung a little of their songs with their respective artists, since she had heard them all countless times before.
The only one who she hadnât met yet was the Finnish contestant, who she was the most curious about. She had to admit she enjoyed the vibe of his song the most (even more than her boyfriendâs, but she wouldnât admit it to anyone), and he seemed like a great guy whenever Bojan talked about their hang outs.
Apparently, KÀÀrijÀ had been gone the whole morning, no one knowing where he had gone off to at all. Her boyfriend wanted her to meet him, after all, the Finn had quickly become one of his best friends, sharing his energy and sense of humour.
âGuys!â Alessandra ran to them when they were coming back to the hotel from having lunch outside, âthereâs gonna be a party today! The hotelâs throwing it for us!â
âWeâll go for sure, right?â Jure looked at his mates and the girl.
After they all agreed, Alessandra invited them for coffee and they went along with her, chatting about any topic that came to mind.
âWhat are you gonna wear tonight?â the Norwegian singer asked her.
âIâm not sure, I donât think I have anything party-appropriate in my suitcaseâŠâ
âWeâll see about that, letâs go get it and to my room! Iâm gonna make you look amazing!â She said excitedly, taking her hand and leading her upstairs, leaving the boys startled but laughing either way.
When it was time for the party, the girl went back to her boyfriendâs hotel room with the outfit her and Alessandra had come up with. She liked it, as it was comfortable but also dressy enough to wear to a party.
She knocked twice.
Her boyfriend opened the door, a black sweater, black jeans and black boots on.
âOh no! They made her emo!â She said in English.
âShut up!â He chuckled, pushing her playfully and fake-glaring at her.
She giggled and pushed him back. They ended up full on laughing in the middle of the hotelâs hallway, earning a few weird glances from people walking by.
When they calmed down enough to start talking normally again, Bojan extended his arm for her to take.
âShall we go?â He asked in the most British accent he could muster.
âWe shall,â she answered.
Thatâs how they found themselves having dinner with his band mates and the rest of the Eurovision contestants and technicians. Still, the Finn was nowhere to be seen.
âHave you seen Jere today?â ALIKA asked Bojan, a slight worried look in her eyes.
âNot really. I was gonna ask you the same thing, honestly.â
The Estonian singer let out a small sigh, continuing to eat while chatting away with the rest of the people at their table.
âMaybe something happened?â His girlfriend asked him, worried too after learning that no one knew where the guy was.
âWe should probably check,â he replied, âwhen we finish, yeah?â
She nodded, going back to eat and watching her boyfriend do the same.
When the party started, Bojan and her went to the Finnish rapperâs door, knocking but hearing no response.
Giving up after a handful of tries, they went back to the party and tried to forget about it. Surely, theyâd see him tomorrow, wouldnât they?
However, tomorrow quickly turned into today when they caught a glimpse at the bowl-cut black hair and they headed towards KÀÀrijÀ so that Bojan could properly introduce her to him.
âJere! Finally man, you disappeared the whole day!â
âWe go see Liverpool with my brother,â he said, smiling at the sight of the Slovene.
âThatâs great!â Bojan smiled too, âyou couldâve said something, though, didnât answer my texts.â
âSorry,â his smile turned sheepish.
Thatâs when he turned to her; the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, smiling at him with her eyes sparkling.
âThis is my girlfriend,â his daydreaming got cut off by Bojan speaking.
Oh no.
âHello,â he greeted, âyou are beautiful,â slipped through his lips. He just had to say it, couldnât hold it in.
Bojan huffed out a small laugh at that.
âThanks!â She giggled cutely.
Oh no.
âI think youâre pretty cool, too!â She said in a perfect Finnish.
He was fucked.
pls do a fic with this concept where coryo is talking about how much he hates Sejanus and how Sejanus believes he and coryo are friends but coryo disagrees. Sejanus overhearing this is deeply hurt đ and heartbroken, so he just stands there, shocked with his hand over his mouth and letting the silent tears roll down his cheeks, going home to seek comfort from the reader, the reader holding him in their arms as he silently cries. Reader wiping his tears away.
Also no smut or sex/sexy talk in this please! it ruins the fic and takes away from the angst!!
I'm so sorry, but I just didn't have any inspiration to do this. I did however make a Sejanus Plinth x reader angst where Sejanus seeks comfort from reader because Coryo betrayed him. There is no smut or anything that has to do with smut.
You can read it here.
Prequel of my fic Russian Roulette is here!!
ur salesman fic was so đđđđ i need more lore between mc and him !
Thank you so much!! There will be the prequel of my fic soon. If it won't be posted today, it will be posted tomorrow. So keep a look out!đ
can you PLEASE write a part 2 to Katniss x district 11 reader?! Please!
I'm so sorry, but I feel like there wouldn't be much more to tell after for me to make part 2. I feel like, after all that happened, Katniss just goes into the games and while the rebellion is going on and after the rebels take over the Capitol she doesn't know pretty much anything that happens to reader. The reader just dissappears and it's a mystery. Just like Lucy Gray was. And the way Lucy Gray haunted Coryo... reader haunted Katniss in that way, too, after everything that happened.
That's pretty much it, I feel like. I'm sorry, I just don't really feel inspired. Thank you for the request, though. Once again, I'm sorry. Have a good day/night! âĄ
P.S. for anyone who is interested, but doesn't know what I'm talking about. It's this fic right here.
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Peace | Coriolanus Snow
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader (fem!District12!Baird!reader)
Summary: Coriolanus Snow never thought that he would find peace, until he did.
Warning/s: Snow being in love, Snow being Snow, talk about death (reader is alive, don't worry), possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: Inspired by one and only Taylor Swift.
Our coming-of-age has come and gone
Suddenly the summer, it's clear
I never had the courage of my convictions
As long as danger is near
And it's just around the corner, darling
'Cause it lives in me
No, I could never give you peace
Coriolanus Snow could swear that the rustling of the grass beneath his shoes couldn't be louder as he walked in the Meadow.
However, even though he felt an odd irritation towards that, he felt good. He was finally able to get rid of his Peacekeeper white uniform which he replaced with a simple white shirt and some gray pants that he found. His dog tag was still hanging from around his neck. He forgot to take it off from all of the haste when he was trying to find you as fast as he possibly could once his shift ended for the day.
The wind was dancing gracefully across the leaves on the trees surrounding the always oh so peaceful Meadow just a little outside of the border of District 12.
District 12.
Coriolanus Snow was still a little bit doubtful when it came to the loser District.
He could remember his hated towards, well, everyone and everything when he found out that he was going to be deported for the Peacekeepers. He could still remember that empty feeling when he sat at, what seemed like, the most uncomfortable chair in the world as someone started to cut his blonde locks away.
He lost everything. Every hope for the better.
That is up until it was reported to him that he could chose any District in all of the Panem that he wished.
Coriolanus could've been deported to a nice, clean District like 1 or 2. Yet he chose the poorest District of all. The words "District 12" left his mouth without the second thought when the authorities asked him where he wanted to be deported. He didn't even speare one single thought as he said it.
He asked himself, why did he do it? The question wouldn't leave his mind. It haunted him every day. It clouded his ever racing mind.
Why did he do it?
Yet now, he finally spotted a figure sitting on a giant rock, playing the guitar while muttering the words as she tried to write yet another masterpiece that he was going to cherish forever.
Your hair was flowing around in the wind as your fingers graced the strings of your guitar that Coriolanus got for you from the Capitol.
He tried to stay as quiet as he possibly could. He didn't want this moment to end. He didn't want you to stop singing so he froze once he got close enough so he could listen to you for a bit.
Even the mockingjays on the trees seemed to quiet down as you played the guitar. They were soaking up every melody, every note that you decided to grace the word with.
"And it's just around the corner, darling
'Cause it lives in me"
Your melodic voice rang around the Meadow. So quiet yet so powerful. Graced with softness and pure care. He didn't deserve you. He knew that.
Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that truly mattered was the fact that you were alive.
Every doubt he had racing, cursing, his mind vanished forevermore as he listened to you sing and play your guitar, when he saw you performing with the rest of the Covey, your family, the night after he got deported to 12.
Right now, nothing was more important to him than you. He didn't care about his deportation, about Dr. Gaul, about Highbottom.
Maybe he was clueless. Maybe it was his fault for letting himself feel vulnerable in this very moment in the Meadow outside of 12. Or maybe he was just young and dumb for finally letting his guard down... but he felt like there was hope for him at last. Because you were here. You were alive, and if he had to mess up his reputation and lose everything once more just so he could here the sweetest of melodies leaving your lips he was sure that he would do it.
"No, I could never give you peace"
But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm
If your cascade ocean wave blues come
All these people think love's for show
But I would die for you in secret
The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me
Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?
Coriolanus felt himself freeze completely.
His brain nor his body was working anymore as he watched the screen along with the rest of his classmates that were chosen to be mentors for this year's tributes in the Hunger Games.
The scene was tough to watch. He wanted to look away yet he found himself unable to do so.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't rip his eyes away from the screen that showed reaping the tribute he was supposed to mentor.
A girl from District 12.
He felt uneasy the moment he found out who he was supposed to be mentoring, he felt like his hope was lost. His hope for winning the Plinth Prize and repearing his reputation was ruined. He was ruined.
But now, as he watched you step in after your name was called out, he felt unfamiliar feeling of pure warmth growing and spreading in his chest, consuming him completely. The feeling was unknown, it made him feel weak. Out of control. He hated it.
Yet, as Coriolanus watched your hair bounce as you stepped out of the crowd in the middle of the square, he felt like he would fight the devil himself just so he could make sure that you were safe, that you were going to get out of the arena alive.
He watched your expression and your posture. You were trying to appear as calm and unbothered as possible. You were successful in your attempt, but he saw right through it.
Perhaps it was because he found himself in the similar position as he watched you or perhaps he simply observed a bit too closely.
Whatever it was, it did not prepare Coriolanus Snow for what was about to happen.
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Why am I here? What am I doing?
These are the questions Coriolanus asked himself as he unintentionally, yet at the same time quite intentionally, tried to seek some warmth from his red Academy's uniform in his pathetic attempts to warm himself up a bit in the middle of a very cold night on his way over to the zoo where you were forced to stay before the games started.
The food wrapped in a handkerchief that had his father's initials on it started to feel too heavy in the pocket of his uniform.
Feeling the cold shiver run down his spine he realized that it's not from cold or from the fear of the Peacekeepers blocking his way over to you in the middle of the night. No. It was something else. Something he was aware of, but couldn't yet admit it to himself.
He watched every step he took so as to not startle you in the cage of the zoo.
As he got closer, he realized that he saw a figure in the dark leaned against the bars of the zoo's cage.
It was you, of course. You were looking up at the sky as your hair slightly flew around in the light, cold night's breeze.
At first he thought that his plan to play star-crossed lovers was a dumb call. That it was bad. Mentor falling desperately, hopelessly in love with his tribute was just madness and quite a desperate attempt to draw some good public's attention to give you a shot at surviving in the arena was quite pitiful, truly. Where was his head at, at that moment? Who would ever fall for that nonsense?
But as he saw how the people thrived for a tragic pair of star-crossed lovers and as he realized that good citizens of the Capitol loved a good tragic story, he came to a conclusion that maybe all of this was actually worth it.
More importantly, as he called out your name quietly as to not startle you and alert other tributes he figured that it was a right call after all.
Especially when, even tho a part of him didn't want to, as he came over to you on the other side of the bars, gave you food that he smuggled from the Academy, wiped your long lost tear as it streamed down your beautiful cheek, as he soked in your beauty, admired your gentil kindness and finally as he kissed you like he needs you more than an oxygen that he has to breath over the empty space in the middle of the bars, he wasn't really pretending after all.
Yet when it was time for him to go home just so his absence doesn't go noticed by grandma'am and Tigris, he asked you one thing that was bothering him, eating him alive. One thing that caused him absolute despair from the moment he met you.
"Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" He whispered in the darkness as he held his hand against your cheek like you were the most delicate rose.
Your integrity makes me seem small
You paint dreamscapes on the wall
I talk shit with my friends
It's like I'm wasting your honor
Coriolanus Snow was hurrying towars the room in the Capitol's Academy in which he will be able to monitor the games along with some of his classmates.
He had to stay at home to help his grandma'am much longer than the would've liked. He was in such a hurry that once he got to the door he literally pushed it open with full force.
He strolled down effortlessly over to his chair so he could look over you as he heard the voice of one and only Lucky Flickerman.
"Now that is an entrance I'm jealous of."
Coriolanus ignored him.
He sat down next to Sejanus Plinth as he reasted his head on his hand as soon as he did that, the look of pure stress overflow his features as his piercing blue eyes locked themselves on the screen watching you.
"I may be wrong." He heard the voice of Sejanus Plinth as he stared at the screen, not looking away. "But it seems to me that you actually, genuinely care about whether or not she makes it out alive."
Coriolanus felt himself freeze for a moment, but he quickly forced himself to gain his composure back.
"I don't-"
"Don't lie to me, Coryo."
He kept his mouth shut after that.
And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences
Sit with you in the trenches
Give you my wild, give you a child
Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other
Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother
Is it enough?
Coriolanus Snow could still remember the feeling of slight cold breeze as he hoped off of the train in 12 for the first time ever.
His boots stepped right into mud and he closed his eyes for a moment in slight annoyance. What an amazing way to alive here and do the things he was ordered to do.
He gripped more tightly just in hope to gain more confidence that he could actually pull through with this.
He stepped forward, letting out a puf of breath to steady himself.
Just as he was about to step after the rest of the new recruits as the one who is last in line he heard something that he hoped he would hear again. A voice which belonged to the person for whom he decided to go to the poorest District, paying the last bit of money he owned.
"Coryo!" Your voice shouted and he turned around slowly, almost not believing that you're here.
You ran as fast as you could just to get to him as fast as possible.
Your hair was flying around as your ran, the back of your dress dragging itself after you. The lightness of your steps, the graceful way you carried yourself, your eyes, your lips, you.
You collided against him, throwing your hands around his neck as you gripped on his shoulders as tightly as you possibly could, afraid that he will disappear from your grasp once again.
You looked so out of place. You were like a finest, most beautiful rose of all, but that rose grew in the middle of the mud. It fascinated him.
He wrapped his arms around you instantly, gripping your body strongly yet at the same time gently as he brought you to his body even closer. You felt like if he pulled you any closer the two of you would become one person.
He hid his face into your neck, breathing in your flowery scent. It smelled like home. Home which he was forcefully ripped away from, but now he was finally able to return.
"How did you-? What-?" He stuttered, couldn't get the words out.
"Tigris told me you were about to become a Peacekeeper." You got out, still holding onto his arm, your gripp still tight, afraid of losing him again. "However, Sejanus told me that you would arrive to 12."
This took him a back a little.
"You spoke with Tigris?" He asked, his voice not hiding his utter, but non the less happy, shock.
"We wrote to each other." You answered with a smile. "She's amazing, truly."
He couldn't be happier at this moment, he was so happy that it scared him.
But maybe, as he watched your smile and took your hand into his, pressing your palms against each other, he realized that just maybe life in the poorest District won't be as bad as he was afraid.
But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west
I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best
But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me
One thing was for sure, life after the games was not easy.
You would have nightmares. He didn't know about them, you wouldn't told him. That is up until the rest of your family met up with him on a picnic day.
You looked so tired, so pale, you weren't acting like your usual self. It scared him.
That's when Lucy Gray pulled him aside after she saw his worried gaze on you the entire day. What she told him ripped his heart and shattered every piece.
"She's screaming at night." Lucy Gray whispered just so you wouldn't catch them, not that you could, you were so tired you were barely awake. "She has nightmares about the arena."
When he later on confronted you about your nightmares just so he could help you somehow you broke down.
You told him that maybe it wasn't the best idea for him to be with her. You were sad a lot more often, the screaming because of nightmares and everything else haunted you.
Before you could say anything else, tho. He kissed you like he would die without you.
"You're safe with me." He mumbled against your lips. "We can have a future here together, that is if you will have me."
"Of course I will Coryo, but-"
"No but's, then, my love." He told you, taking the handkerchief out of nowhere as he wiped away your tears that continued to stream down your face.
"Here, away from every harm, away from the games... maybe I could finally give you peace."
Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?
Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?
Hi! I send in a request 2 days ago, and I was wondering when it's gonna be posted :) no rush!!
Hi!
So I have a lot to do this week regarding school. So I probably won't be able to post anything before the weekend or the start of the next week. I hope you understand.
Btw, I loved your request, I can't wait to write it.
THIS IS SO GOODDD!!!
Pairing: Thomas x Reader Wordcount: 2.2k Summary: 5 times you want to ask Thomas to stay the night but donât + 1 time Thomas stays Warnings: Fluff, some yearning - I guess A/N: Short and sweet (short isnât what I am known for and the other ones are getting much longer again) and probably not really good but I need to get myself back to writing. So many ideas are still waiting for me, next ones are gonna be another Thomas (smut) one and some more poly fics.
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You canât really remember when you thought about it the first time. About Thomas staying the night. Thomas in your bed, next to you, keeping you warm. The first time you thought about asking him to stay you can remember however.Â
After everyone already left Thomas decided to stay.
âI could have another drink,â he had smiled, âAnd another cigarette.â
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