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wreywrites · 7 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 2: The Sea

Chapter 6

There is grass all around. In front of me is the cornucopia, to my left, the boy from Eleven, to my right, the boy from Six. I can just see Mako on the far side of the cornucopia, not quite blocked by its imposing bulk. He gives me a tiny nod.

There are hills in the distance. I want to look around more, see what is behind me, but the sixty-second countdown has already started, and I cannot afford to lose focus. I shift my weight, ready myself to run, force myself to block out all the other tributes, all the distractions.

I take a deep breath. I am the Tiger Shark of District Four.

The cannon sounds.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I am not the first to the cornucopia, but I am the biggest. I physically throw someone out of my way to get to the small cluster of spears in the back. All around is chaos. Shouting, screaming, clanging metal. Something warm splatters my face as I pull one backpack on, already reaching for a second. Someone yanks a spear out of my hand. Luckily I look before stabbing; it is Mako. He stabs the spear into the girl from Five and grabs the backpack she was going for. I hurl a spear at Farroe, who is standing in the opening of the cornucopia, blocking our way out. The spear sinks into his chest, knocks him backwards.

Mako and I run. On our way past Farroe, I yank the spear from his body. I finally see what was behind me. A long stretch of grass, and in the distance are trees. We sprint for the trees, away from the chaos of the cornucopia.

We are nearly to the trees when something hisses past my shoulder. I don’t slow to consider the implications, but as soon as I reach a tree big enough, I duck behind it, gasping for breath. To my left, Mako has done the same thing. He has the other five spears and tosses me one. An arrow hisses between our trees.

“We know you’re in there, Four!” Tychus shouts.

“Then come get us!” I shout back.

Peeking around my tree, I see him start toward us, but he only gets a few steps when Andromeda, who is a fair distance back toward the cornucopia, screams, “Tychus!”

He whips around, and I risk leaning a little farther out to see what is happening. Back at the cornucopia, a pair of tributes are rummaging through the weapons. We are too far away to be able to tell who they are, but they are each wearing one of the large, brightly-colored backpacks like Mako and I have.

Tychus swears and sprints toward the cornucopia, but before he or Andromeda can get anywhere near it, the other pair clear out, running in the opposite direction toward the low hills on the far side of the arena.

The cannon sounds. Five booms echo around the arena before it falls silent.

“That’s not as many as I would have liked,” Mako says.

“True, but I’d rather have it be five and know about it than have seven and be dead.”

He nods, and we push farther into the trees.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

We walk in more or less a straight line until the sun is directly overheard, its light filtering down through the trees to dapple the forest floor. We stop to take stock of our backpacks. Mako stands guard as I unpack them and sort our treasure trove. There are two small tins that contain five matches each, a tarp sleeping bag, three cannisters of water, three extra pairs of socks, a roll of gauze, a tiny fishing kit, a long coil of rope, a blanket, two boxes of water-purifying tablets and instructions for use, two bags of beef jerky, two bags of raisins, a pair of night-vision glasses, and a six-inch knife.

“Not a bad haul,” I say, taking a small sip of water. I’d hate to drink it all before we found a reliable source.

Mako nods and takes a sip from one of the other bottles. I divide the spoils, making sure each bag has some food, a water bottle, a tin of matches, and a fishhook, then dividing the rest as it fits.

Mako sits next to me, our backs against a large tree, and says, “So, where’s the water?”

“Not sure. There has to be some, somewhere, but I don’t know… I don’t know if it’s going to be deeper in the trees, or out in the plain somewhere, or…” I stop.

Mako and I look at each other and say at the same time, “The hills.”

This means going back. Back through the trees, which could be hiding all seventeen of the other remaining tributes, just waiting to kill us. Back across the grassy plain and the cornucopia, where there is sure to be more food, more weapons, more supplies, but just as sure to be at least some of the stronger tributes.

In the end, we decide to go back to the edge of the trees and follow them around the middle of the arena as far as they will take us. We each take another sip of water, then Mako puts one backpack on his back and the other on his chest and takes four of the spears. I take the third backpack and a spear in each hand, and we have taken no more than two steps back the way we came when a silvery parachute drifts down in front of us. Mako opens the little box to find a pair of cream cheese rolls.

He smiles. “Guess that means we’re going the right way,” and tucks the box and its delicious cargo into my backpack. “We’ll save those for supper.”

“Sounds good to me. You want to take the lead?”

Now that we have a plan, we progress quickly through the trees. When we reach the line between trees and grass, I notice that we are closer to the hills than we should have been.

“Must not have followed our trail exactly,” I glance at Mako with a grin.

He smiles ruefully. “Guess not. But I’m not complaining, we’re closer than we thought we’d be.”

We each have another sip of water, then trade loads so I carry two backpacks and four spears, and Mako takes the rest. It works well. Even the larger burden is quite bearable, though it leaves whoever is carrying it vulnerable, since four spears is too many to wield in any useful fashion. But the other has a spear in each hand and only one backpack, allowing them the mobility to fight. Having all six spears isn’t necessary, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave any of them in the cornucopia, and I’m certainly not going to leave a trail of weapons now.

We walk along the tree line all afternoon. Just before the sun dips below the horizon, we retreat a little way into the trees and find a large bramble patch to camp in. We end up crawling into the middle so as to break as few branches as possible and minimize the possibility of another tribute stumbling across our trail. We decide not to risk a fire.

No sooner have we settled in the middle of the bramble patch than the Capitol anthem plays. With some creative neck craning, I can see the projection of the pictures of the dead tributes. Farroe, the girl from Three, both from Five, and the boy from Six. This also means, I realize, that the only deaths today happened during the bloodbath.

Mako volunteers to take the first watch. I don’t argue, and get out the sleeping bag. It has gotten chilly since sunset. Mako takes the blanket and wraps it around his shoulders, nibbling one of the cream cheese rolls. I have a piece of jerky and my roll, then curl up and fall asleep almost instantly.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

I wake to a hand pressed over my mouth. Mako’s face is hovering over mine, wearing the night-vision glasses, a finger pressed to his lips. I nod, and he removes his hand from my face, then points out of our bramble patch to the right. I can see shapes moving, three or four tributes, but I have no idea which ones. They walk within twenty yards of our bramble patch, talking quietly, though I cannot make out what they are saying, and then disappear off to the left. They seem to have the same plan as us, except in the opposite direction. This makes me question the wisdom of going to the hills, but water runs downhill. If there is anywhere to find it, I still think that is our best bet.

I am wide awake after the encounter with the others, so after many long minutes of sitting silent and still to make sure they are gone, I trade Mako the sleeping bag for the blanket. He hands me the glasses and is quickly asleep.

I put the glasses on and look around. Mako would have been able to see exactly which tributes walked by. Not only that, but he would have seen them coming long before he could have otherwise. I wouldn’t have seen them until they were nearly on top of us had he not pointed them out.

I let Mako sleep the next morning. He took more than his share of the watch, so it is the least I can do.

Mako wakes with a start when the sun is a fair distance above the horizon. Judging from the sun, it is perhaps nine in the morning, though I have no real way of knowing that. It can be whatever time the Gamemakers want it to be in the arena. We re-pack our belongings, crawl out of the brambles, and continue along the tree line. By noon, we have run out of trees to follow. We decide to brave the grass; the hills are so close.

After perhaps another hour, we reach the top of the first of the hills and stop short. “I think we found the water,” Mako says.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

In front of us, glittering in the sunlight, is a broad river. On the far side are more, taller hills, and to the left is the tallest of them all. But as I look at it, I realize it is not a hill at all, but the enormous face of a dam. The river here is the water that has run out of the spillway into this valley, and there, far off to the right and deep into the trees, is where the river runs into the rest of the arena. Part of me wants to climb to the top of the dam. It is the highest ground to be had, but I also know how exposed we would be up there.

Mako points out a small patch of trees at the base of the dam on this side. “Probably as good a place as any.”

I agree, so we set off again, but not before drinking the last of our water and refilling all three bottles from the river, dropping a tablet in each to make sure they have as much time as we can give them. The instructions say half an hour, and without a watch, it’s difficult to tell. We decide it is better to be overcautious.

It is nearly dark when we reach the tree patch. We unpack what we need for the night, and I have just tucked myself into the sleeping bag when another parachute drifts down to our camp. This one contains a pair of cinnamon rolls that we immediately eat. The anthem plays as we finish licking our fingers.

“I don’t remember hearing any cannons today,” I say.

Mako shakes his head. “Me neither.”

Sure enough, there are no pictures after the anthem. “Slow day,” I say with a smile.

Mako snorts. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”

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zelda · 5 months

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Told Me She Love Me Still… 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

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My niece just gave me a wonderful idea. Lets take all of the US politicians and throw them in the hunger games.

#hunger games #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #president snow #washington #us politics #politics #republicans #democrats #the house of representatives #the senate #the president #joe biden #donald trump #All of Them.#happy hunger games

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mostlyiwant-tobekind · 5 months

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The rebellion would have been so much shorter if Katniss had accidentally sang Pure as the driven snow. He would have had a heart attack right there and then.

#this blog is my personal diary #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #katniss everdeen #she wouldn’t even know what happened she would be clueless and happy #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow

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foxdoodles · 2 months

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“you believe me like a god / i’ll destroy you like i am”

— i’m your man, Mitski

#thg #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg fanart #hunger games #hunger games fanart #my art #fanart #cw choking #tw choking #everlark #everlark fanart #the contrast between this and my last thg fanart 😭😭 they have a happy ending after this I SWEARRR

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Newt | Peeta

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lucskata · 4 months

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yuri

#fanart #my art #digital art #the hunger games fanart #the hunger games #hunger games #everlark #everlark fanart #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #they are rotting my brain #i need them to be happy

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harmfulb1tch · 5 months

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How about a Coryo fic where he and reader had a thing before the 10th Games but after everything happened and Coryo went to 12, reader got engaged to someone else maybe Festus or someone??? Coriolanus comes back and tries to get reader back and idk how that goes 🙏🏽

Fallen Rose Petals

Part 2

Summary: he came back, but you were married to another.

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), fluff and suggestive smut (nothing graphic)

A/N: I tried to keep him as in character as possible, but I added a bit of softness because I was in the mood ok??? Please suggest More Coriolanus snow fanfics if you want to, the requests are open!

He came back. He came back just for you. He searched for you in every corner of the Capitol. And he found you, he really did. You were sitting in a café, beautiful red and black dress draped on your body, the white rose he gave you before he left to district 12 pinned to your dress just above your heart. You looked content. You hadn’t seen him yet as he approached you, but something didn’t feel right. Something felt different. He kept approaching you until he saw something shiny on your finger, a golden band with an enormous rock on the center.

Festus Creed came out of the café with a strawberry croissant covered in powdered sugar, you favorite. He hugged you and started kissing your neck in the middle of the street. You looked horrified, embarrassed and even disgusted, but Coriolanus was just seeing red. You looked to the side trying to get away from you husband, and saw the blonde man of your dreams walking away. You gently tried to push you husband away but when that didn’t result effective, you practically shoved him to the side, trying to run after him. You high heel’s retrained you from running, as if it was a sign that he was already gone and you were to live the rest of your life with Festus.

Truth be told, you never wanted to marry Festus. He was arrogant and, frankly, you hated him. You parents on the other hand decided that you had to marry someone of influence and money who could “take care of you”. You always thought Coriolanus Snow was going to be that man, but your parents had other plans.

“Corio!” You called after him like your life depended on it, but to no avail, he never turned back. You dropped to the floor dramatically, as tears stained your face and destroyed the make up you were wearing.

When Coriolanus arrived home, he immediately shut the door of his bedroom harshly behind him, ignoring the comments of concern coming from Tigris and his Grandma’am. After that, in a fit of rage, he started shouting and trashing his bedroom. He threw things against the walls and off the shelves. He felt absolutely blind with rage. After all this years of him waiting for you during his exile, thinking about you even in his sleep and fantasizing about your life together once he came back and had you in his arms. Now, all of that became a fantasy of the past.

The first thing you did after all that, was run towards the street and call your driver to take you to Coriolanus’ childhood home. You knew where it was because all of the time you had spent there during your time at the Academy together. When you arrived, you knocked on the door.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Tigris said as she opened the door of the house, unaware of the situation that had taken place.

“Hi! Is Corio here? I need to talk to him, it’s urgent” you said rushed, filled with anxiety.

“Uh… yeah he’s in his room. But um.. I don’t think it’s a good time-“ you cut her mid sentence brushing passed her and rushing towards his bedroom. You knocked three times but there was no answer. You then proceeded to open the door.

The sight in front of you was miserable. You knew Corio never looked vulnerable in front of others, so you had never seen him like that in your whole life. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, with his back to the door. He had his head draped on his hands, hunching over the side. You could hear him softly crying. This scene was so unlike him you didn’t think it was truly him. Everything around him was completely wrecked, which wasn’t unusual for him and you had seen his outbursts before.

You softly walked towards him, and placed a hand on his shoulder softly as to not startle him. You didn’t know if he knew it was you, or if he thought it was just his cousin. You draped your arm over his shoulders and placed your face on his shoulder. He looked to the side and saw you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He said harshly, moving away from your touch.

“Corio…” you said in a soft tone, just above a whisper “I’m sorry…”

“WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR HUH?! FOR BEING A TRAITOR?! YOU COULDN’T KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS AND WAIT FOR ME?!” He started shouting at you as he stood up, making you feel small and weak sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Corio-“

“Don’t call me that”

“It wasn’t like that. I was waiting for you! My father arranged the marriage not me” At this point, you had started crying and felt absolutely horrible for something that wasn’t even your fault “Please Corio… you have to believe me…”

You knew Corio wasn’t likely to forgive you. But in a small moment of vulnerability caused by a crack in his heart, he placed his hand on your chin and made you look up at him. He loved you this way, beneath him, vulnerable, always so open to his touch. He then cupped you face with the same hand, you leaned into his touch, still crying, while he softly wiped a tear from you face.

“I love you Corio, and I missed you. I’m glad you’re back” you said smiling softly.

“I love you too, petal. And I missed you so much…” this was extremely weird for him, but you appreciated it. He proceeded to kiss you with so much hunger and lust, you got lightheaded.

This was what felt correct. Your kisses with Festus never held passion or love. When you kissed Corio, it was as if you heart exploded in a million pieces. You felt like putty.

When the kiss ended you hugged him and cried in arms. He could tell you weren’t happy in your marriage and that you were forced into it. For the next few hours he held you close to him and made love to you like you deserved. He knew Festus didn’t fuck you as good as he did.

Then, you had to go home. You were about to leave through the door when he turned you around, pressed you against the door and once again tilted your head upwards to look at him.

“I will convince your parents for you to leave that scumbag. I have the money now to give you the life you deserve, petal. I promise” with that he yet again kissed you possessively and let you go, pushing aside his jealousy, only because he knew he would end up having you as his wife.

#coriolanus snow x you #smut #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #the hunger gams: a ballad of songbirds and snakes

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atelierlili · 1 month

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This would have happened anyway.

I'm just happy Miss Katniss Everdeen can spend the rest of her life counting those eyelashes.

#everlark #thg #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #I'm got sick yesterday so i spent it all on painting something that makes me happy ;w;#they make me so happy #GBT era is supreme ;w;#fanart #artist on tumblr #atelierlili #the hunger games fanart #my art

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Shower of Gold

Pairing: Dad!Coriolanus Snow x Mom!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Mother

Warning: warming up to parenthood

Word Count: 2874

6 of 7

When Aurelius Hyperion Swansworth-Snow was born, Coriolanus’ world just got a whole lot bigger.

He never thought he could love another the same as he loved you. But he did.

Little Harper, as you would call him, looked exactly like his father. The same golden curls and piercing blue eyes. His cheeks were fat and pink as he babbled.

And just like his father, Little Harper loved you very much.

You have never been without Harper. To the point that it often puts a strain on the intimate relationship you had with your husband. But one pointed stare from you would let Coriolanus loosen his possessive hold on your waist, often looking like a kicked puppy as he sulks the entire night, sleeping with his back turned to you.

But with a wet kiss and a chubby hand slapping his cheek awake in the mornings, his brooding dissipates and he gladly accepts his little boy’s affections.

“Good morning, daddy.” You say as your son claps his hands excitedly.

Coriolanus blinks his eyes as he looks at you, the sleepy fog is yet to leave his head but it does not stop him from seeing just how beautiful you are. You are still in your sleeping gown, your hair disheveled, and your eyes still droop with sleepiness. He believes it was at moments like this when he loves you the most. When his mind is empty and your smiling face is the first thing that enters his head.

“Good morning.” He drawls and he turns to his son who was nibbling at his deltoid that was the size of the kid’s head. He looks at the string of saliva that webbed on his arm. “That’s unsanitary.”

You scoff at your husband, cooing at your baby the next second. “He just misses his daddy. Don’t you, Harper?”

Harper looks at you curiously, bringing his chubby fist to his mouth. You lay your head to Coriolanus’ chest as you coo at him. Harper was unsure what you were doing but the happiness on your face brought forth a toothless smile from him.

He receives a smooch to his cheek from you and absentmindedly, Coriolanus puts his large hands to your baby’s face.

Your baby’s eyes cross as he keeps his eyes on your husband’s enormous hand.

Before you can ask what he is doing, Coriolanus gently pushes him down to the pillow that supports his back.

You shriek in mortification, your baby blinks at the ceiling, not quite processing what has happened. You swat at your husband’s chest as you get up to help your son to sit back up.

“I am so sorry, baby. Daddy’s such a horrible man, isn’t he?” You coo to your baby who is yet unsure whether he should be laughing or crying. “Daddy, you bully!” You accuse him as you pat your baby’s leg gently.

He only looks at you blankly, making you sigh and lean down to plant a kiss to his awaiting lips. He always gets so cranky in the early mornings.

“Now, get up.” You say as you rub his chest. Coriolanus grunts as he gets out of bed, stretching like a cat as he yawns. He ruffles Harper’s blonde curls before leaving you to take a shower.

He was already halfway through his coffee when you arrived with Harper now freshly bathed.

Coriolanus looks at Harper as you place him on the high chair.

“We have a meeting today.” Coriolanus reminds you as he keeps his eyes trained on his son.

You nod. “Yes, I studied the report last night.”

“Harper?” He sips his coffee as he reads the recent reports about the new District 12 mayor.

You chuckle knowingly as you nuzzle your nose against Harper’s. “Little Harper’s coming with mommy, of course.” He giggled as his fingers were quick to grab at your clothes.

Coriolanus smiles in his seat after he stole a glance at you.

“One wail and he’s out.”

“Oh, honestly!” You have taken offense for your boy but Coriolanus challenges you with his own stern gaze. “So mean.” You mutter as you start feeding Harper with baby food.

Your husband puts the papers away and starts his breakfast. “I just did not want you to look unprofessional.”

“Corio?”

“Hm?”

“Shut up.”

His eyes narrow before he returns to his breakfast.

A scowl was painted on your face the entire breakfast and you refused to talk to him anymore. Responding with nods and silence to his attempt to start another conversation.

Coriolanus knows that he might have offended you deeply.

“Are you ready?” He asks as you wipe Harper’s face with the bib.

You respond by getting up and scooping your son in your arms, your chin raised as you carry yourself with elegance. The baby bag was waiting to be picked up by you in the corner but Coriolanus beats you to it.

He walks ahead of you, the baby bag slung on his shoulder and his briefcase on his other hand. You quietly follow him, not acknowledging him when he opens the doors for you, one leading out of your mansion and the other to your car.

Coriolanus waits by the backseat, just next to Harper’s car seat. He had to pick it personally. It was heavily padded, bulky enough to put you at ease, knowing that your baby will be protected should anything happen.

“I’ll strap him in.” He offers as he fixes the aviators resting on his nose as he looks past your head.

Coriolanus is a proud man, you understand this is his way of apologizing.

You kiss Harper’s nose and you place him in your husband’s secure hold.

In the meantime, you buckle yourself in the passenger seat.

Coriolanus soon joins you in front and he starts the car after securing his seatbelt.

The silence was loud, had it not been for Harper’s babbles, you would have been tempted to turn the radio on. You choose to review your itinerary for the day when a warm hand sneaks to your thigh and you feel Coriolanus’ thumb brushing it in a soothing manner.

“Apologize properly.” You quip.

“Y/N please.” He says tiredly.

“No. I want you to say you are sorry.”

He wets his lips with his tongue and his jaw tightens as he keeps his eyes on the road, the leather cladding the wheel creaks under his grip.

When he refuses to do it, you return to your schedule.

“I’m sorry.”

You keep your eyes on the piece of paper attached to your planner and your husband groans as he leans back in his chair, his head resting on the support.

“I’m sorry for antagonizing our son.” He squeezes your thigh. “And for insulting you. I know you are more than capable in balancing both your duties to Panem and our family.”

Finally, your rouge painted lips spread to a small smile.

“You are forgiven.” You place your hand over his. The glint of the rings on your finger easing his anxiousness a bit more.

Harper yaps and Coriolanus grins. “Yes, I know. I’m sorry, I’m not stealing mommy.”

You press a knuckle to your lips, not wanting to laugh as your son takes quick offense in being left out. You try to keep your voice down as you turn to your husband. “I’ll make time for us later, I promise.”

He brings your hand to his lips to kiss and quickly lets you go as Harper yaps angrily.

The moment you enter the presidential mansion, one you use only for official business, Harper understands that he cannot be fussy anymore. He was seated on your lap, nibbling on a fruit pacifier as a man talked while pointing at the bright square behind him. The moving objects greatly entertained the baby on your lap.

Harper recognizes your voice and looks up. He pulls the pacifier from his mouth when your tone sharpens. The boy’s blond crinkle together as his lips jut out when the unknown man responds to you with anger.

The other people in the room also seem to be angry at the person standing and Harper leans back on your stomach knowing that his mommy is not alone. But the man is suddenly pointing at you and to him, the poor innocent boy. Harper grunts and looks at his father angrily.

“Da!”

Coriolanus, who was leaning to the side with his legs crossed, looked at his son. He brings a finger to his lips and Harper huffs.

“You are failing to see things objectively.” Coriolanus says to the man who was starting to sweat under the disapproving eyes of everyone present in the room. “The Lady did not dismiss your idea because she was biased to infants. Your idea was dismissed as administering a vaccine to the younger population of Panem without having it thoroughly tested could be catastrophic. We are talking about large scale mortality.”

The man laughs and Harper presses himself closer to you, disturbed by the behavior.

“Why do you care, Mister President? They’re just Districts!”

Coriolanus nods, finally understanding the argument of this man. He had suspicions but he wanted the man to say it.

“Districts.” Coriolanus grins sardonically. “Do you plan to instigate a second rebellion?”

The man is tongue-tied, he makes wild gestures but fails to keep his argument. “Exaggeration.” He laughs nervously.

“When their children start dying off, will they not fight back?” Coriolanus asks. “And a rebellion does not happen overnight.” He adds. “It is because of the piling up missteps made by men like you.” Harper slams his chubby hand on the desk to show he is on his father’s side. “Thank you, Harper. And who will suffer when that happens?”

The man looks at his feet in shame. The backlash could be severe. The crops and livestock sent to the Capitol could be poisoned. The Capitol could be powered down when all the system shuts off.

Countless possibilities and consequences could take place after one wrong decision.

“But I understand that this vaccine is important.” Coriolanus sighs. “Send it back to the lab. Study it further for possible adverse reactions. I will not give the greenlight until you are able to tell me the mechanism of action of this vaccine without looking at your notes.”

As the men file out of the room, you sit Harper on the hard wood table as you clean up your desk. “I cannot believe the cabinet let this man reach your office. He was unprepared.” You say and Harper continues to chew on his pacifier, the crushed cherries inside needs replacing.

Coriolanus agrees with you and scoops Harper off the table, the little boy draws his arms and chin over his father’s shoulder to check if you are close by. “Shall we go, my love?”

You nod and you stand on your tippy toes to press a kiss on Harper’s cheek as you lean on Coriolanus for support.

The next event is the annual summit, where Coriolanus is expected to give a speech involving the latest reports and advancements made by Panem’s Capitol based research facility and what plans lie ahead.

In the ceremony, the Lady Justice was often a symbolic figure that was ever present. Only this time, a sword seems to have gone missing in the smaller statue that is kept in the Presidential mansion’s reception hall.

“This is a disgrace.” Your husband tells the staff who were in charge of the events. “How could something so essential be misplaced?”

Harper was getting fussy in your arms at the sight of his father so agitated.

It seemed rather insignificant but having it missing is a blatant display of disrespect.

Your mind races for possible solutions.

You can talk to the media to cut the view of the Lady Justice.

Or perhaps you can have the entire statue be carried out of the room, no that would cause too much commotion.

And then it hits you.

“Corio.” You call and he reluctantly heads your way. “The sword in your office.”

Harper pulls at Coriolanus’ tie and nibbles. Your husband gently pulls the fabric, ignoring the wet stain as he processes your words.

“I think it might be the perfect size.” He rubs his chin. “I’ll go send someone to get it.”

You put a firm hand on his chest and he pauses.

“Harper and I will come get it.” You smile at him reassuringly. “It’s only a few floors up. And the peacekeepers stationed in your office will let me through and out with no hitches.”

Coriolanus wanted to protest but you were right.

You would be most efficient for the task.

“I can watch Harper.” He offers but you shake your head.

“Relax for now. Harper is going to help mommy get the sword.”

Coriolanus smiles tiredly and he presses his forehead against yours, his large hand placed on Harper’s back protectively.

“Da.” Harper calls and Coriolanus chuckles and snaps his fingers, an Avox places a pair of aviators to his hands, one he previously wore, and he puts it on Harper.

You often do this when you expect a lot of camera flashes. You would hate to overwhelm your baby.

“Still can’t believe that’s his first word when he’s such a momma’s boy.” Your husband says, making you smile affectionately.

You give him one last look before you rush out of the room with Harper in your arms. Camera flashes from the reporters follow after you.

The guests are already arriving and the main media companies are setting up their equipment. You have no time to lose.

Harper was such a good kid, not fussing as he clung to you when you rushed to the office of your dear husband.

As expected, the peacekeepers stationed outside the doors let you through without even asking about your business to be in the office.

You easily spot the sword on the side. It hasn’t been removed from the position you first saw it in back at the inauguration of Coriolanus as President.

“You beauty.” You smile as you easily grab it from the bracket mounted on the wall. Harper made an attempt to touch it but you were quick enough to pull it away from him. “This is dangerous, sweetheart.” You easily slip it inside the scabbard as you refuse to take any chances for Harper.

The peacekeepers stationed outside the presidential office were oriented about what happened and gladly reopened the door for you and Harper.

People moved out of the way as they saw the sword on your hand and the baby on the other. You have your chin held high as you enter the hall. Coriolanus stopped mid sentence while talking to Strabo Plinth at the sight of you.

“Oh, good Heavens!” Mrs. Plinth exclaims and approaches you with concern. You looked rather dangerous with the enormous weapon in your hand. Harper smiles brightly when he sees her and he raises his arms, wanting to be picked up by the woman. Mrs. Plinth cups her mouth, touched by the little boy’s behavior. You gladly hand her your son.

Grandmotherhood is a privilege stolen from her.

Mr. Plinth was smiling at you when you approached him and your husband.

“She saves the day.” He tells Coriolanus who nods with a proud look in his eyes.

You give Coriolanus the sword and he steps on the ladders to place the sword on the empty hand of the Lady Justice.

“Justice is restored.” The former President, Maximinius Ravinstill, claps his hand and the rest of the crowd rises from their seats to applaud you and Coriolanus. Justice was not something that could have easily been lost after the disappearance of a sword but The Lady Justice was an important symbolic figure not just to Corso but to Panem.

That night, you are in your shared bedroom. You are resting your back on the headboard, your tired back being cushioned by enormously large pillows while your son has fallen asleep from nursing on your ample bosom.

You are humming a soft tune, your feet moving to the melody when Coriolanus enters. He is yet to change his clothing as he was still in his dress pants and shirt that has a few buttons undone.

“Your grand entrance overshadowed the event.” He grins as he shows you the paper. There in the headlines, a picture of you with Harper held on one arm and sword on the other.

“Oh, Corio.” You frown apologetically. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He scoffs, the smile remaining on his face. “Everybody loved it! They forgave the errors I mentioned as they were so enamored by you.”

You are not certain how to respond but he shows you the photo once more.

“Look at Harper.” He says excitedly. “Grandma’am sent a photo of mine when I was still a toddler and he looks exactly just like me.”

You are not certain if Coriolanus was aware of the smitten look on his face but you dare not point it out as you listen to him talk about the photos and Harper.

Coriolanus might act indifferent to his son at times but he cannot deny the fact that Harper has him wrapped around his chubby little finger.

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