#yes I'm aware the plinths live in the same building as Coriolanus in canon but they don't here

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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader Chapter Four

table of contents.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.

Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.

Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and  if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.

Warnings: a little bit of dream smut 18+ only

Thanks for the love on chapter three! If you want to see chapter five, comment or reblog, feedback makes me want to continue!

Dr. Gaul loved to waltz.

As peacekeepers dragged away the body of the morphling you just killed, Gaul walked you into the residence and put the kettle on. 

If she wasn’t holding your dying parents hostage and you weren’t scrubbing blood from your face while you told her about your afternoon with Coriolanus, you could pretend she was a slightly eccentric aunt around for tea.

The moment you mentioned dinner at The Plinths, Gaul lept of her seat, turned on music and a few moments later, the most dangerous woman in Panem was teaching you The Capitol Waltz. 

You made sure to step on her feet for the glory of District 6.

    “You should be lighter than air, now try again or I’ll make sure you injure that ankle permanently.”

It went on like this until night fell over The Capitol and Gaul left you with a guide to each of the high society families that would be in attendance.

  “Mr. Snow’s future is well discussed and those that would do anything to see their idiot children in a position of power one day will spend the evening trying to destroy the pair of you. Do not let them, little thief.”  Gaul warned and snapped her gloved fingers, signaling for two peacekeepers to take their places outside your door.

You’re left alone, helping yourself to meal after meal till your stomach hurts and your mind is foggy enough to sleep.

How were your parents sleeping?

Was there someone making sure your father wasn’t cold? 

Was there someone to hold your mother’s hand?

It did not matter now for in your dreams, you were always together.

In Coriolanus’ dreams, he crawled to you.

Warm and ravenous, he would have you on his scarlet sheets, kissing and biting your tender dark skin. The more his lips wandered, the more tremendously hard his cock became, entering you with a desperate ferity.

“Coriolanus.” You whispered.

“Coriolanus.” You moaned.

“Coriolanus.” You screamed.

He thrusted and thrusted inside you till his cock met nothing but soaked sheets, the sound of your heavy whimpers replaced by something else.

Hissing.

And in Coriolanus’ waking life, he opened his eyes and began to scream.

 “Your gun is wrinkling my dress.”

The peacekeeper in the backseat with you ignored you and jabbed the gun into your spine, forcing you to get out of the car outside of the dinner party the following night where Coriolanus waited for you, rose in hand.

     “You clean up nice Coriolanus Snow, it’s nice to see you without gravel in your curls.” You said, taking the offered flower and smelling it. 

       “I might just be the luckiest man in Panem, you look lovely. How’s the ankle?”

        “Better, though I think my days of reading while crossing the street will have to be behind me.” You said with a real smile and took the arm he offered.

          “Are you nervous? Everyone’s eyes will be on you.” Coriolanus asked and you reached forward to straighten the rose pinned to his lapel.

         “Then it’s a good thing my eyes will be on you.” 

For someone who had been beaten by peacekeepers and nearly killed by a morphling, to sup and dine with those responsible for keeping the districts half starved was a new kind of torture.

But you were absolutely flawless.

Coriolanus must have introduced you to everyone during dinner and you smiled as they made jokes about the smell of district 12 and listened intently to their strategies for pre-reaping bets.

You just had one final introduction and you must have been shaking because Coriolanus squeezed your hand.

     “President Ravinstill, I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.” Coriolanus lied with a slight bow at the older man.

       “Young Mr. Snow, good to see you boy. Who’s this lovely creature?” President Ravinstill, President of Panem said, a wide smile not reaching his eyes.

If you were a hero, you would have picked up a butter knife and stabbed him, or held him at butter knife point until he agreed to cancel the games for good.

      “It’s an honor to meet you, President Ravinstill, thank you for all that you do for Panem.” You said warmly, shaking his hand.

 “It’s a pleasure to serve Panem and our shining Capitol citizens, including bright young ladies such as yourself. Had I known you were hiding such a nice girl, I would have had you working in my office weeks ago, Snow! Stop by on Monday and we’ll go over your position to make sure it’s to your liking. You’ll join us, my dear?”

   “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Coward.

Coriolanus led you away from the president and onto the makeshift  dance floor in the Plinth’s apartment.

   “I didn’t know President Ravinstill was capable of smiling that much. You’re incredible, you know that?” He whispered.

  “You haven’t seen my waltz yet, you might want to hold off on that.” You said, looking at your feet to get into position but Coriolanus tilted your chin to meet his eyes.

 “Eyes on me, darling.”

And then you were off.

Whatever the hell you were doing with Gaul could not compare to waltzing with Coriolanus, you were positive you were no longer on the ground but your eyes on him, you couldn’t know for sure.

The rumblings of a storm brought the waltzing to a close as the partygoers began to clear out to avoid the storm and your own driver/jailer had yet to arrive.

“Coryo, would you and your friend like to stay the night? The storm is really quite bad, dear.” Ma Plinth, asked and Coriolanus with his hand in yours, looked to you.

“Yes please, if it’s not too much trouble.”

As it turned out, Ma Plinth had extended the same offer to others and when you both arrived at the room designated for both of you, only one bed was there.

Coriolanus mumbled something about going to find a couch but you just took him by the hand and closed the door.

Whatever modesty mechanics occurred in the light vanished in sleep and while the attempt to sleep as far away as humanly possible was noble, somehow you had ended up curled up behind Coriolanus, head tucked into his shoulder, silk covered curls tickling his ear. 

    “I was waiting for a more opportune moment to say this but I would very much like to court you, if you’ll have me.” Coriolanus whispered and turned over in bed to face you.

In another life, you’d have him forever. 

   “I’d like that, Coriolanus.”

   “Coryo. You can call me Coryo, darling.”

With your arms wrapped around Coryo, you slept and for the first time you did not dream of your family.

You dreamt of him.

A dream that was interrupted some time in the early morning by the smell of smoke.

The Capitol was on fire.

That’s chapter 4! I’m not sure if this one was any good but as usual if you’d like to see chapter 5, please comment or reblog! Thank you for reading.

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