Author's Note:

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CH.1 OC Faceclaims:

June Halvir: Alexandria Daddario

Rein Halvir: Henry Cavill

When the Head Gamemaker's baritone blared out overhead, naming June Halvir the victor of the First Quarter Quell, she literally collapsed into a heap on the blood soaked ground from a mix of exhaustion and happiness. Her eyelids drooped and the last thing the dark-haired girl saw before passing out was a pair of peacekeepers coming towards her.

When June woke up, she was in a sterile white room. A hospital room. She had drips and IVs connected to her along with some monitor that made beeping noises. Blinking to readjust her seam grey eyes to the brightness of the artificial light, June surveyed the room only to notice that sitting in a chair right next to her bed was none other then the head gamemaker himself. Coriolanus Snow.

"What are you doing here, Head Gamemaker Snow?" June curiously asked. Surely he had better things to do then be at her bedside. Like being home with his wife. Oh and she knew he was married because 1.) He was wearing a gold band on his ring finger and 2.) June had seen a dirty blonde woman his age on his arm in a few pictures of Victor's balls and such in the cheap Capitol rag mags that get circulated around District 12 to be used as tp by the poor and destitute.

Staring you down with his icy blue eyes, he said, "I'm making sure that District 12's first victor in 15 years survives."

His words made a shiver run up the new victor's spine. It was common knowledge that District 12's first and only victor (until now) had mysteriously vanished into thin air a few months after winning her games and returning home. Nobody dared talk about her. Her name was lost to the wind; she was a ghost that nobody paid any mind too. The fact that the head gamemaker wanted to make sure that she didn't die unnerved June.

Surely June wasn't in that bad of shape, was she? Swallowing a lump in her dry throat, June croaked out, "How bad of shape am I in, Head Gamemaker Snow?"

"Please, darling, call me Coriolanus or Coryo, if you'd like." The platinum blonde, who looked a bit sleep deprived in his wrinkled button up (as if he'd slept in it) told her. "I insist." He smiled.

Him calling June darling and insisting that she call him Coriolanus or Coryo made her insides churn. It wasn't right. Why would he be so informal with her? He was the head gamemaker, a 33-year-old man from the Capitol, and June was just a victor, an 18-year-old girl from District 12. They shouldn't be informal with each other.

"Oh, where are my manners? You must be thirsty. Let me get you some water." Corio- no Head Gamemaker Snow lightly chastised himself while rising from his chair.

Crossing the room to a counter where a tray with a pitcher and glass were, he explained, "When the peacekeepers pulled you out of the arena you had collapsed from dehydration." Pouring you a glass of water, he further explained, "Your vitals were very low and, in fact, you died once on your way here, but the medics brought you back."

"What the hell? I died?..." June gasped, struggling to comprehend what she'd just heard.

Head Gamemaker Snow appeared by the victor's side and placed the water glass into her hand. A hand much smaller and weaker than his large calloused one. "Yea, but you were revived." Sitting on the edge of her bed, causing it to dip, he motioned for June to drink. "I must have my Victor alive and well, so that's why I've been keeping watch over you, June."

His words should've made her see a red flag waving in the air, but it didn't. Maybe she was too young and naive to catch onto the true meaning of his words. Maybe they went right over June's head because she was still weak, or maybe since she had a stalker back in 12 that she'd convinced herself was just a weird neighbor boy, June didn't realize the true possessive meaning of Coriolanus' words.

"Are you going to stay here now that I'm awake or?..."

"Unfortunately, I have to leave you here and go home." He pouted. What the hell, he actually pouted? June had to admit that his plush lips looked very kissable when he pouted. Petting her hair, he gave June a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, darling, I've made sure that you'll be well taken care of by the best nurses that money can buy in the Capitol."

What he didn't tell her was that he threatened the lives of the nursing staff's loved ones if June so much as had a hair out of place. That was something she didn't need to know. Just like June didn't need to know that when he first laid eyes on her, in her best cotton floral dress; raven hair pulled back with a ribbon for Reaping Day, he found June to be the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on and just had to claim her as his. Reason why, as the head gamemaker, he might or might not have screwed around with other tributes' sponsor gifts and made sure June got a few things here and there that would ensure her survival. June had an innocence to her that he had the primal urge to consume. An innocence that was absent in the Capitol. An innocence and a beauty that he carved to have all to himself.

June just being her consumed him with a passionate obsession. One that he would act on soon. Very, very soon. He just needed to take care of his wife, Livia, so that he'd be free to make June his forever. But that wouldn't be hard, considering he was a master at making people drop dead from sudden food poisoning.

Pressing a kiss to June's hair, Corio- no Head Gamemaker Snow, promised, "I'll be back in the morning to check up on you before I'm needed at the Citadel."

"You have to wrap up the game stuff don't you, Head Gamemaker Snow?" June asked, even though she's sure he'd say yes. In fact she didn't even know why she asked that. Maybe as a replacement for goodbye since June hated that word.

Last time she said goodbye to somebody it was her mother and she took off with some officer, leaving June with her older half-brother Rein to take care of them both. He was 15 at the time and ylshe 5. Safe to say, June never used the word goodbye again in heer life.

"I told you, call me Coriolanus or Coryo." He reminded June, not liking that she was still calling him by his title. "Yes, my darling rose, I must make sure that all the paperwork is in proper order for your prize money and the construction of your house in Victor's Village." The platinum blonde man, who June just noticed has bags under his eyes, tiredly told her before pressing another kiss to her raven hair. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he said, "You need to be a good girl and rest for me."

June blinked at him. What? Be a good girl? And rest for him? Say what? Her brain was short circuiting at his words. Not just his words, but the way his baritone was both dominant and soft as he spoke them.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he simply said, "We'll talk more tomorrow. I promise."

"Okay." June nodded numbly, unable to comprehend what the hell was happening. She felt ike her head was spinning, as if she had too much moonshine. Hell, what had her time in the arena done to her?

Coriolanus gave June a pleased smile before rising from his spot on her bed and walking out of her room; making sure to close the door behind him. It was only after he was gone that June realized she was in a private room.

Coriolanus was fucking exhausted when he got home. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stepped out of his black sedan. After June was admitted to the hospital, he dismissed his driver and drove himself there. He didn't want the man to be waiting around on him while he stayed steadfast at her bedside, plus he was more than capable of driving himself home once he saw June open her beautiful eyes. What he wasn't expecting was for her to be asleep for over 24-hours.

So, sleep deprived, Coriolanus walked into the townhouse he shared with his wife, Livia. The townhouse was a gift he received from Strabo and Ma Plinth once he announced his engagement, but he planned on putting it up on the market once he took care of Livia. He didn't want to bring June to this house that held nothing but hatred and misery in it.

No, he was going to bring her to his penthouse on the Corso. Now that's a proper place for his Victor to live with him. In fact, he'd be telling June about her new residence tomorrow morning during his visit. Oh, he was so excited to tell her that she'd be staying in the Capitol with him. Of course, he'd use the excuse that since District 12 doesn't have a Victor's Village and it must be constructed that he's arranged for her to use his Corso penthouse during the construction period.

It was a great plan. One that was foolproof. He just knew that June, being so young and innocent, would view his offer as one of help instead of one of ownership. Or, dare he say, love? Yes, love. He was sure that he was obsessively in love with her. It was a feeling he swore to never feel again, but yet again one just can't help who they fall in love with.

He always thought that marrying for hate instead of love or even tolerability would give him power, but truthfully all it gave him was a headache and a bad case of blueballs. Livia was a heinous bitch and was a cold fish in bed. She didn't like to fuck. What the fuck? Who doesn't like to fuck? Coriolanus thought that was absurd, unnatural even.

That's why he had to have affairs here and there; then turn the whores into avoxes to keep their mouths shut when he was done with them. What? He was a man after all and had needs. Needs that he knew June would fulfill without any problems. With her he'd be faithful because she'd be his mind, body, and soul and would do anything for his love since she was so young. All he had to do was show her how in love *cough* obsessed *cough* he was with her and she'd be his forever.

Unknown to Coriolanus, the object of his marital hatred (Livia) was having an ongoing affair with one of the male avoxes in their household. An avox that had once been an equal of theirs in the Academy and the University, but crossed Snow the wrong way with a question about the songbird from 12.

Coriolanus wasn't even to the stairs yet when he heard Livia's screeching coming from the front sitting room. Great…seems like the bitch was waiting up for him.

"Coriolanus, where have you been? The games ended and you never came home!"

"Don't worry about where I was, Livia." Coriolanus venomously gritted out as he made his way to the staircase.

"You're my husband, Coriolanus. I'm supposed to worry about where you've been." Livia shrieked while following her husband.

"I'm your husband when I don't come home, but when I'm home we have separate bedrooms and you come up with every excuse under the sun not to fuck me." Coriolanus spat back as he tiredly trudged upstairs, feeling a migraine coming on from his wife's nagging.

"Your tastes in bed are not the same as mine, husband." Livia said, placing special emphasis on the word husband, while following him upstairs. "You're too harsh for my taste, but that doesn't mean you can stay out for days on end with some whore."

All Coriolanus could see was red, like a raging bull, after hearing her remark. How dare she insult his prowess in bed? He knew how to fuck a woman and how to fuck her good; he never had any complaints either until he tied the knot with Livia. Damn bitch, won't fuck him and then insults his ability to fuck. Oh, yes, it was time for her to go.

She outlived her usefulness. Livia couldn't give him the one thing he most desperately needed. An heir. What use did Coriolanus have for a woman that refuses to have his children? After a decade of hell with his wife, he was ready to cut his losses. He had control of her family's bank and the Plinths fortune, plus his status as both Head Gamemaker and a Senator was more then enough to make him a successful candidate for president once the elder President Ravenstill kicked the bucket. He didn't need her for an heir anymore, not when he had June (she was young and fertile enough to give him litters of heirs).

Oh, Coriolanus knew exactly how to make up for never coming home after the games ended with Livia. Oh, yes, he did.

"The victor, June Halvir, from 12 was in bad shape and I had extra paperwork to do." He smoothly lied to his dirty blonde wife as he set foot onto the second floor of his townhouse. Turning to look at her, he gave her a fake smile full of fake sympathy and offered, "How about I take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner tonight? The one that has that red wine you can't get enough of."

"Yes, I accept your apology and dinner invitation. Just don't do this to me again, Coriolanus. We might hate each other, but I'm still your wife and deserve respect." Livia told Coriolanus before taking off to her room, her robe billowing behind her.

Coriolanus smiled wickedly as he retired to his room. Oh, after tomorrow night he'd never have to deal with Livia ever again. He'd be free to have June all to himself, forever and always.

The raven haired girl was walking in the plains, tall prairie grass blowing in the wind. The deeper she walked in it, the more dread she felt. She couldn't describe the feeling, but June just knew that something was wrong. Then, suddenly, she heard a crunching sound behind her. Turning around, she saw the last tribute, a girl from 2, with a knife in her hand running towards her.

The dark-haired girl was exhausted and thirsty. The water she'd been gifted from a sponsor had run out nearly a day ago, so she was feeling the effects of dehydration. She didn't know if she either didn't have a lot of sponsors or weren't getting any more water bottles because a water source was nearby somewhere, but she did know that it sucked she was dying of thirst.

But her thirst didn't matter now. Surviving the girl from District 2 did and she knew she wouldn't be able to fight her in the tall grasses. So she ran. The raven haired girl ran as hard and fast as her lightheaded feet would carry her.

It didn't take long until she was out of the tall grasses and on a barren field of cracked soil. She had a small pocket knife that was gifted to her, something she's sure cost a hefty penny since sponsor weapons were always pricey according to Lucky Flickerman's game commentary.

Flipping the switchblade open, the dark-haired girl turned around and headed straight towards the girl that had tripped and fell at the edge of the plains grasses and the dry bed of field soil. Lifting up her knife, she made to plunge it into her, only for her to look up at the other girl with a sinister smirk and plunge her knife right into her neck.

June's eyes flew open as she screamed bloody murder. She died! June had died in her nightmare instead of being victorious. That nightmare shook June to her core. It frightened her so much that she screamed herself hoarse, until her vocal cords were stripped. June was so frightened that she huddled in the corner of her room in a fetal position.

Nurses and other hospital staff tried to tend to June; get her out of the corner, but she just struggled and fought with them. June couldn't let them near her. What if they wanted to kill her? What if they hurt her? June's dream had shaken her up so bad that she wasn't quite with it yet. June wasn't in reality, she was stuck in her own head and afraid that somebody or something was going to get her. She was scared out of herr wits. She was so scared that she cried. June wasn't aware that she was crying, but the tear stains marred her hollowed cheeks like scars.

Coriolanus had only been asleep for an hour or so whenever he was awakened by a call from Capitol General Hospital. What the charge nurse told him made his heart clutch painfully. His victor, his darling rose, woke up terrified out of her mind and curled herself into a corner, screaming and crying her head off.

"She's having a nightmare about her time in the arena. Aren't you giving her anything to calm her down?" Coriolanus asked the nurse he was on the phone with as he sat up in bed, his dark room illuminated by the soft glow of his bedside lamp.

"She won't let anyone near her and you did say to call you with any updates on her condition, sir " The nurse hesitantly told him.

"I'll be right there to sign her out since your hospital staff are incompetent and can't properly take care of a victor." He told the nurse before hanging up on her.

It only took a few minutes for Coriolanus to dress and rush to the hospital. Despite being exhausted, his June, his darling rose, needed him and he wasn't going to let her down. June's his and he was going to take good care of her. He always took good care of his things. He did like his things to be perfect and if they weren't then he'd make sure that his favorite things were mended until they were perfect. June Halvir was his and he'd make sure that he made her perfect once more. Perfect for him, to be by his side as not just his Victor, but as his First Lady. His darling rose.

Dressed simply in a fitted white shirt and black pants, Coriolanus ran up the stairs to June's floor and rushed into her room. The site of his Victor curled up, tear tracks staining her cheeks, wide-eyed and afraid pulled at what little heartstrings were in his too small blackened heart. His June looked like a wounded animal and he hates it. June was his victor, his darling rose, his future First Lady and he wanted her to recover her senses so that she could regain her strength; be all that he knew she was to him.

He slowly approached June with his hands out in a show of peace. "It's me, my darling rose. It's Coryo." Coriolanus softy told her in an attempt to let him near her.

Her seam grey eyes blinked at hearing his nickname and for some reason she nodded at him. As he crouched down next to June, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder, she clutched the middle of his pristine white shit and sobbed, "I died, Coryo. I dreamed that I died instead of her."

June's words gutted him. A world without her was no world at all. Wrapping his arms around June: letting his darling bury her head in his chest, he strokes her raven hair while offering her the comforting words of, "Oh, my darling, you're alive. You're alive and I won't let anything bad ever happen to you again, June." Jine shook in his arms, causing him to simply ask, "You hear me, my darling rose?"

"Mhm…" The frightened victor mumbled out, too afraid to talk for fear that she'd start crying again.

"Shh…" Coriolanus shushed June like one would do a small, frightened child. "I'm here. Your Coryo's here and you're safe. You'll always be safe with me, darling."

If June was of sound mind instead of scared out of it (from the horrors he designed and put into the damn games) she would've ran far far away from Coriolanus. But, sadly, June was too scared and on the verge of a mental breakdown to understand how twisted the man holding her really was. How obsessessive he was; how wrong letting him hold her was. No, June Halvir was too afraid to realize that she was letting the creator of her nightmares comfort her.

Once her sobs subsided and she quieted down, Coriolanus pulled back from June so that he could tilt her chin up in order to have her eyes on his. "I was going to wait til morning to tell you this, but you'll be staying in a luxurious penthouse while the Victor's Village is constructed in your district."

June nodded, only to squeakily ask, "How long am I staying here?"

"Oh, just long enough to build your victor's house. I suppose it'll be done by time your victory tour rolls around; maybe even sooner." He smoothly lied. He had no intentions whatsoever to let June go back to District 12. His darling rose deserved more then the mud and poverty stained streets of the coal district. She deserved to be bathed in rose scented oils and salts, dressed in the finest fashions, fed the best foods, and fucked on the best silk sheets that his money could buy.

"Okay." June nodded, naively believing the lies of the head gamemaker.

"How about we get you out of here and over to the penthouse? Hmm? I'll even call Tigris to come over and spend the day with you, how'd you like that?"

"I like Tigris. She's nice and was my stylist. Always talked to me like she cared."

Coriolanus knew that his cousin was June's stylist. He's the one that assigned her to his victor after all. But neither June nor her needed to know that. No…. It wasn't important. What was important was that they got along, especially since in a short while June'll be family.

"Tigris is my cousin; I'm glad to hear that you like her." Coriolanus told June while helping her to stand up. "And she does care about you, June." He told June while leading her over to the bed. "Never forget that the Snows care about you. And that Snow lands on top." He whispered into her ear while helping her sit on the bed.

June just blinked at him, trying to process what he meant. She was so tired and mentally weak from her nightmare that she had no idea that his remark was one of possession. June's throat hurt from all the crying and screaming that she did, so she wasn't thinking straight. Infact, her throat hurt so much that she grabbed the glass of water from her bedside table, only to quickly gulp it down.

"Be careful, you don't want to make yourself sick." Coriolanus warned, much like a parent would to a child, while snatching the glass away from her.

"My throat's dry and hurts. I need water." June said in a pained whisper while side eying the glass in Coriolanus' hand.

"Yes, well, that tends to happen when you scream and cry yourself hoarse." He stated before lifting the glass to her lips and ordering, "Be a good girl and take small sips for me."

June obeyed since her throat was aching. The small sips of the cool water seemed to soothe her damaged throat just enough to keep her mind off the pain. When Coriolanus felt she had enough to drink, he put the glass down on the bedside table.

Petting June's dark hair, he said, "I need to go sign you out at the front desk, but I'll be back soon to take you with me to the penthouse. Where you'll be safe."

"Thank you." June weakly smiled at the man that was now both her salvation and her damnation.

If only June knew what life awaited for her at that penthouse. Would she still be thanking him if she did?

AN:

And that's the beginning of this rollercoaster of a series. Hope you guys enjoyed it. please follow review of you did.