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A/N: It's a short filler chapter but, I wanted to develop the mother/son relationship more before going into the early Dark Days. I especially think it's important to highlight how excited Coriolanus was to be a big brother before well, things happen (spoiler if you haven't read TBOSAS). We're nearing the end of this story, however, and whatever fluff I can get in before the heartbreak and angst start, I'll take it!
Crassus couldn’t come to the first appointment due to more disturbances in the Districts, so Winter Rose slipped the silver compact into her pocket and took her son to the doctor with her. Coriolanus treated the trip like a mission. He walked beside her with his hands behind his back the way Crassus sometimes.
On the way, Coriolanus decided to count the pigeons.
“Seven,” Coriolanus declared. “No! There were eight. Do babies like pigeons, Mama?”
“Babies like heartbeats,” Winter Rose said. “They like milk too and people who don’t shout.”
“I don’t shout,” Coriolanius shouted. “I don’t shout, Mama! The baby will love me!”
All Winter Rose could do was laugh because she loved it when Coriolanus was loud. With her, it was the one time he could be a child and use his voice. There was no way in hell she would stifle that joy.
The Capitol Maternal Suites smelled like lilies and powder. The chairs were antique and expensive and therefore useless. A woman behind a desk smiled with all her teeth and wrote Winter Rose’s name down on a piece of paper all the while Coryo climbed into a chair and swung his legs like he was at the park.
“Where is it?” Coriolanus asked, pointing at Winter Rose’s middle with the solemnity of a judge. “The baby. Where is it?”
“Left,” Winter Rose teased, just to see what he’d do.
Coriolanus frowned, adjusting his point on her stomach a half an inch and nodded as
Dr. Viridis appeared with her clipboard, gesturing the two to follow her into a more private room. She warmed her hands, holding the clipboard close to her chest. As soon as they were in the room, Dr. Viridis shut the door with a sigh, sitting down in her chair. “Mrs. Snow,” she sang. “How are we progressing?”
“We’re not a report,” Winter Rose said pleasantly as she sat down on the examination table. “We’re a person.”
Coryo liked her answer. He stood up, holding out two fingers. “Two persons,” he corrected. “My Mama has a baby in her belly.”
Dr. Viridis blinked at the boy’s answer. “Quite. Let’s have a look then.”
Coriolanus refused to be parked in a corner, even during the examination. He stationed himself beside the table like a tiny guard “What are you going to do?” he asked.
Winter Rose made herself comfortable, exposing her midriff for the doctor.
“Listen,” the doctor said as she placed a probe on Winter Rose’s stomach, her tone plain and scientific. “Measure. Make notes. Make sure everything looks healthy.”
“Will the baby sing?” Coryo asked, eyes flaring with hope. “Like my mama?”
“Absolutely not,” said the doctor. “Babies cry.”
“Then I’ll do it,” he decided, causing Winter Rose to bite back a smile. “Until the baby isn’t a baby anymore.”
They didn’t hear or see much because it was still early on. There was a small blob on the screen that wavered like a shy truth. Dr. Viridis pointed to it with a capped pen. “There,” she said. “It’s about the size of a seed.”
“What kind of seed?” Coryo demanded. “Big seed? Little seed?”
“A poppy seed,” Dr. Viridis said, nearly annoyed.. “For now. You’re about four weeks along, Mrs. Snow?”
“Can it hear me?” Coriolanus asked, his eyes innocent and full of hope. “I want the baby to hear the lullaby every night.”
“Not yet,” the doctor said. “Soon, though.”
“Babies hear love. We’ll give the baby all the love in the world,” Winter Rose assured Coryo. He beamed at being given a loophole. He seemed content with the answer.
When the examination was done and the doctor had reminded Winter Rose that the Snow pregnancy schedule required specific vitamins and fewer stairs and absolutely no unregulated exertion, they escaped.
“Are you nervous for the baby?” Coryo asked, taking her hand with his small, serious grasp.
“I’m taking one breath,” she said. “Then another. That’s what I do when I’m nervous.”
“Does it hurt?” Coriolanus asked.
“It will later on. Not now,” she said. “It will be worth it and I know that because you were worth it.”
Coriolanus nodded once, storing the information into the back of his mind.
Winter Rose, however, didn’t want to go home yet. She wanted to stay out and have some sort of normalcy despite news of disturbances and the lack of a father and husband in the house. “Do you want ice cream, my love?” Winter Rose asked, looking down at her son with a smile.
“Yes,” he said instantly. “The one with the chocolate chips in it!”
The vendor on Fifth Street pretended he didn’t know their faces. Coriolanus chose two different flavors and declared that he and Winter Rose would share. Once she had paid, Coriolanus ran to sit on the low wall with his knees apart and tried not to let anything drip on his socks. He failed with dignity.
Winter Rose sat next to him, taking a small spoonful of his ice cream as she watched him be a child for once.
“I’m going to be the best big brother,” Coriolanus announced between bites. “I’ll share my toys and sing songs with them and protect them!”
“I believe you,” Winter Rose said.
“I’ll show him my spoons,” Coriolanus said. “And the birds. And how to make a nest. And I’ll tell him that if anyone pushes you, you don’t push first but then you take a breath before speaking!.”
Winter Rose laughed and swallowed the ache that lived under that sound. “Good. They’ll need the good example you’ll set.”
“I hope it’s a brother,” Coryo said.. “Then I can teach him the dangerous parts.”
“What are the dangerous parts?” Winter asked, curious as to what her child had decided.
“Stairs,” he said promptly. “And bath time. And Grandmaam.”
Winter Rose had to look away so she wouldn’t teach him a new word he wouldn’t be ready to deploy in public. “If it’s a girl,” she said carefully, “what then?”
“Then I will still be the best big brother,” he said after a sober pause. “But I will call her The General when no one hears.”
“That’s perfect,” Winter Rose said. She meant it.
It would be perfect.
He licked his spoon clean and set the cup aside with the gravitas of someone concluding a meeting. He scooted over so his hip touched Winter Rose’s.
“Can I?” Coriolanus asked, placing his palm an inch from her stomach.
“You can,” she said. “You won’t feel anything yet but I’m sure they will feel love.”
He pressed his hand, warm and sticky with ice cream, to the low soft place where a future had begun. His blue eyes went big as he leaned close and whispered into her belly in the same tone Crassus used with maps and reports in the middle of the night. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Coryo. I have useful toys. Don’t be scared. I’ll explain everything to you. I’m going to be your big brother.”
Winter Rose felt something in her chest tilt and settle into a new shape. Perhaps that shape was hope. She placed her hand over his, the two of them becoming a small and stubborn shield in the middle of a polished street in a place where propriety mattered more than love.
“I promise,” Coriolanus said, without being prompted. “I promise to be good at this. I promise to share the orange blanket. I promise to teach you the lullaby.”
Winter Rose set her mouth to his hair and breathed him in. “You already are, my love” she said. “You already do.”
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On the walk back home, he insisted on carrying an imaginary list of preparations. “We need a second spoon. And a smaller orange blanket. And more birds.” He stopped and looked up at Winter Rose, becoming the boy and the judge again. “Do I have to stop being your baby?”
“That doesn’t end. It never will, Coryo,” Winter Rose assured him.
Coryo thought it over, relieved. “Alright, mama.”
At home, the maid tried to take their coats and the news in that order. Winter Rose let her have the coats but not the news of the new child. She hid the appointment card with the letter from Twelve and her compact and felt, for a second, all the pieces sit next to each other without fighting.
That night, Crassus didn’t make it home before the lullaby. The Capitol needed him to argue inevitabilities in rooms where people were afraid of rebellion. Winter Rose tucked Coriolanus into his bed, the orange shawl draped over his knees. He hummed along and halfway through stopped and put his hand against her stomach again.
“Do you think he heard?” Coriolanius asked, already drifting to sleep.
“I do,” she said. “Tell him again.”
Coryo closed his eyes and obeyed, speaking the words of the lullaby.
“Know I love you, oh, know I love you. Birds in the heavens know I love you,” he whispered, proud and sure.
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"No. Absolutely not. It's a ridiculous notion. One, in which I refuse to entertain Sejanus."Coriolanus frowned, crossing his arms. He felt as if he was caging his own chest in. Not that it wasn't entirely unnecessary. He could feel his heart beating at a hummingbirds pace. Surely, it was attempting to break free from his chest flu directly towards the boy he shared this God forsaken room with.
"Coryo-" Sejanus tried, in a comforting tone. If the Lord was listening, he'd make Sejanus stop using that soft, pitying, patronizing tone. But he wasn't, and so Coriolanus had to stop it himself.
"You don't get to us that tone with me! You don't get to use that name. It's ruined the second it leaves your perverted lips." He nearly growled out. "What you suggest is sodomy. A crime against nature. A damnable sin and punishable by death." As if Coriolanus hadn't done things that fit all those descriptions before. As if Sejanus hadn't helped him commit such grievous mistakes. Yet this was entirely different. Beyond even Coriolanus and his limited restraints.
"Does it have to go that far?" Sejanus asked quietly, in an almost sad, pathetic tone. Those brown eyes shone with familiar unshed tears.
"What does that mean, exactly?"
Until Snow Falls on the Sinner is officially releasing on September 1st!
Pairings: Tom Riddle x Reader, Coriolanus Snow x Reader
Summary: A manipulative, narcissistic psychopath. A controlling, self-righteous student. And a pure, kind young woman who becomes caught between the two. She is a part of their ambitions and they are willing to go to great lengths to have her for themselves.
Chapter Summary: It's graduation! And things are bittersweet for you.
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: manipulation, corruption, obsessiveness, reader is lowk oblivious, angst, verbal fights, dark magic, Tom Riddle and Coriolanus Snow (they themselves are warning cuz have you seen the way they are?), possessiveness, jealousy, probably bad writing (I'm trying ok), set in HP world w/ a touch of Hunger Games
Enjoy reading! (Or not if you don't end up liking it ¯_(ツ)_/¯) .
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The very last semester of your Hogwarts career passed in a careful, steady rhythm. As the weeks continued, you kept your distance from the core Slytherin group, solidifying a place with Coryo's own circle. You spent your time with him and his friends, sitting with them at meals, studying at the library, and strolling the streets of Hogsmeade. You even created a kind bond with Cassia and Rachel. They were amazing people, though nothing could replace your best friends─ not that you were trying to.
Coriolanus was your anchor. He was always understanding and protective, looking after you to make sure you were comfortable. He assured you this major change was for the better. It took you a short while to believe him, but you came around eventually.
Despite the self-imposed exile, two people kept their promises. The first one was Abraxas. He managed to stay in your life, usually offering a friendly greeting or a quick conversation to catch up. And every time, it was made certain that you-know-who was well out of range. Malfoy was careful, but his persistence was a vague sign of affirmation of your friendship.
The second person was Walburga. She respected your need to distance yourself, but she didn't abandon you. There were times when she sought you out privately, taking a brief walk to class or checking in on you near a secluded corner. Walburga never brought up the argument, never asking about what exactly went on, but her support was a strong sort of comfort. Her loyalty, along with Malfoy's was slightly complex. They acknowledged the power Tom had, while also valuing your friendship.
Jada, still a little wounded, kept away from you.
Lastly, Tom made no move. He treated you like you didn't exist, like a non-entity. If you passed him in the corridor, his eyes would look right through you. If you shared the same class, his attention was solely on the teacher and his own work. He even convinced Professor Babbling to change his seat so that he wouldn't have to sit next to you. The environment shifted in a way that made it seem as though, from the outside eye, you and Tom had never even noticed each other in the first place. You would believe it too if you didn't have the memories of everything you and Tom had been through.
As the end of the semester crept closer, you were able to set aside your seemingly inescapable thoughts on the Slytherin group. Instead, you set your focus on the upcoming N.E.W.T.s, which were exams that were crucial for your career and success. Multiple nights saw you dozing off with textbooks and notes spread out in front, waiting to be used to their fullest potential. The afternoons were filled with a lot of sighing and yawning. As much as this meant to you, it was extremely exhausting.
But it paid off. The week of exams arrived, and you practically breezed through each one. You were sure you would pass all your courses, and it was thanks to your hard work and dedication. The last day of exams was spent in celebration with Coryo and the others.
Soon, another celebration came along. It was graduation day, and the Great Hall was decorated not with the typical feast banners or seasonal enchantments, but with formal House crests. Every seventh year student gathered in the grand room, which was set up differently from the four long tables, along with their families and friends. You were all dressed in formal satin graduation robes, in colors that coordinated with your respective houses. Yours was a deep emerald green with a silver collar.
The final ceremony brought a mix of exhilaration and melancholy that settled over the student body, you included. Each of you received a certificate of graduation, marking a significant step in your lives.
Afterwards, a banquet was held outdoors on the grounds of the Quidditch pitch, where everyone had the chance to chat, congratulate, eat, and take photographs. Many of the professors were present as well.
You found your family quickly. Near one of the refreshments tables stood both your parents and one of your aunts with her husband. They were making conversation with none other than Tigris and Grandma'am. Side by side with Coriolanus, you skipped over to them, beaming when they noticed your presence and began congratulating you two and giving hugs. Your mother was warm to Coryo and your father offered an approving handshake and a pat on the back.
Tigris, chic and eccentric in unique clothes, hugged you tightly. "There's my favorite graduate!" She released you but still held onto your arms. "Look at you, all grown up and ready to take on the world. Remember, don't let any of those bureaucrats boss you around."
You chuckled with her before turning towards Grandma'am, holding her hand respectfully and lovingly in both of yours. She handed you a nod of approval, a look of quiet pride on her face. "You choose wisely, Coriolanus," she said, turning to her grandson.
The following hour was a blur of clicking cameras and bright smiles. You took turns posing with your parents, your aunt and uncle, your new friends, Tigris and Grandma'am, and of course, Coriolanus. There were countless photos being taken, and towards the end, your face was becoming sore from grinning so much. But you couldn't deny it was a happy day.
During one specific moment, Coryo stepped away from you for a minute, walking up to his cousin, then coming back with the handheld camera. He pulled you aside towards the edge of the Quidditch pitch and set the camera down on a ledge, tinkering around the object. When he was finished, he walked back to you, gently smiling when he locked eyes with you.
"Is one last photograph alright?" Coryo asked softly as he wrapped an arm around your waist. His blue eyes held a warm affection and obsession in them.
You nodded at his question. "With you? Of course."
"Look at us." Your partner raised his other hand to brush it against your cheek. "We did it. Together."
You leaned into his touch, something you didn't believe you'd ever get tired of. There was a certain kind of happiness that radiated off of you. "Yeah, we did. I wouldn't have made it through this year without you, Coryo. Honestly."
"And I wouldn't want to start the rest of my life without you by my side," he replied in an earnest voice. "I love you." Your name smoothly rolled off his tongue.
The camera finally gave a click to signal the shot. But Coriolanus didn't smile at the camera, rather he leaned down and kissed you. It was a final, meaningful kiss on the grounds of Hogwarts, one that was sweet, sincere, and full of hope for the future that was to come.
It was the first time those three words were spoken between you, and you cherished it in your heart. You loved him too and you made sure to communicate that in your shared kiss. Without him, you would have had nowhere to go after your fallout with Tom. You wouldn't have felt so cared for, and you wouldn't have had new friends. Coriolanus was a blessing to you, and you wouldn't want anyone but him.
As the kiss broke, you stared up at him, smiling and entirely lost in the moment. Across the field, standing apart from some of the others, stood Tom. He was looking at you, perfectly still. He fixed his dark eyes directly on you and Coriolanus with no emotion, only an uneasy blankness. He had watched the whole exchange, and continued to keep his gaze on you as you returned to your families, to the point where you started to feel it burn into the back of your skull.
You slowly lifted your gaze and met his eyes. Your heart lurched, but you showed no outward reaction. It was the first time you had actually made eye contact with him since the night of the Winter Waltz. There was no rage or fury in his stare, just a look of disinterest. Giving a small but sharp intake of breath, you averted your line of vision back to your loved ones, putting on a bright smile and shaking any thoughts of the boy from your head. There was nothing to think about, so you wouldn't pay any mind to him.
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Once the banquet came to a close, there was one last farewell for the graduating students that was held at the edge of the Black Lake. It was a Hogwarts tradition for the seventh years to be taken away from the castle grounds on the same simple, rough-hewn boats rode on th very first arrival at the wizarding school as eleven-year-olds. It brought beautiful memories and was a poetic way to conclude your years of schooling.
You climbed into one of the boats with Coriolanus, who wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you found your seat, along with Rachel and Johann. The remainder of your friend group took up the boat on your left.
Once everyone had gotten on a wooden boat, they were magically pushed off of the shore and began their quiet, steady glide across the large body of water. You turned to marvel at the enchanting castle one last time. Hogwarts, in all its stone and magical beauty, stood against the bright blue sky. A flood of so many moments spent there flooded your mind. You might not have studied here for all seven years, but the three years that you did spend carried a variety of feelings: friendship, ambition, heartbreak, love, and more.
You were leaving a place where you learned a great number of things, both academic and personal. You were leaving behind unwanted recollections as well as happy experiences. It was all bittersweet.
In addition, there was a sense of pride for all the accomplishments you reached and an excitement for future opportunities and what's in store for you. You were a smart witch, academically inclined and always one of the top students in your class. There was a natural curiosity in you, both in scholarly topics and in life. Even though it might have gotten you in some deep trouble, it definitely had its upsides and could be used for the benefit of yourself and those you kept dear.
You turned your head forward, taking comfort in Coriolanus' arms, in the solid presence and warmth that he radiated. He was your protection and your light. The boats continued on, gently moving over the water surface and taking you away from the castle and everything behind those walls. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, wondering what the future held for you specifically.
While a chapter was coming to a close, an entirely new book was opening. Your story was not over, and there would be new choices to make, more people to meet, and life-changing moments along the way. Who knew, perhaps in a few years there'd be a ring on your finger, a certain blonde-headed boy as your husband, and even a little child running around.
As the years pass and times change, maybe you'd have a chance and the desire to obtain an impressive job and climb the ranks. Or you'd prefer to stay at home and watch your children grow with a love-filled smile on your face.
One thing was certain, however. You wanted to stay connected with your friends, including Abraxas and Walburga. You had to keep in touch, whether it was once a week or once a year. There were still feelings of care for them inside you, and losing contact with them would only hurt your heart more. There was also a bit of hope that things would get better between you and Jada. She was one of your best friends and you didn't want to lose her forever.
Nevertheless, whatever road you were to take, it felt exciting and nerve-wracking all at the same time. You were graduating, yes. But you were also setting sail into a world that would mark just the beginning.
