Author's Note:

This is a request I had gotten for a Coryo/June/Odair Ancestor love triangle story. It's going to be at least 3 chapters long and will be very angsty.

Faceclaims:

Odysseus Odair: Sam Claffin

June Halvir: Alexandria Doddario

Chapter 1:

"I'm going home, find some other dumb whore to fuck." June spat, flipping the blankets off her body and making to get out of the platinum blonde's bed.

"Darling, don't be rash. Come back to bed." Coriolanus told the raven-haired girl, reaching his long arm out and wrapping his large hand around her dainty wrist before she could truly move away from the bed.

"Come back to bed after you just told me that you're going to marry Livia Cardew?!" June screamed at him, feeling like she wanted to yank his pretty platinum blond curls right out of his head. "Are you nuts, Coriolanus?"

The man, whose beauty rivaled that of the Roman and Greek gods, narrowed his baby blues at her. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he told June, "Stop overreacting, darling. It's an arranged marriage that doesn't mean anything."

June arched a brow and tilted her head at him. "Oh, so that's supposed to make me feel better? Make everything okay?" She sarcastically asked, yanking her arm out of his grasp and flying out of his bed.

His king sized bed with the luxurious crimson satin sheets that June'll never inhabit again.

"June-" Coriolanus began, only for her to loudly cut him off with a shriek of, "Don't, Coriolanus. Don't say a fucking word to me." Shaking her head, June ironically scoffed, "I should've seen this coming. After all these years of sneaking around with you, I should've known that you'd pick some rich bitch to marry and have a family with." Gathering her clothes, that were scattered all over the room, she heartbrokenly spat, "Not your poor neighbor girl that's only good for a good fuck whenever you're bored or need to get some pent up aggression out."

"You're not-" Coriolanus began, icy blue eyes softening with an unchecked emotion (perhaps guilt?), as he watched June toss her things on the white rose upholstered bench at the foot of his bed.

"I love you, Coriolanus." June softly sighed, barely loud enough for him to hear, while tossing her ruined lace panties at him. What use were the lacey things all torn to shreds?

Not much.

The dark-haired girl grabbed her matching lace bra, quickly putting it on, while muttering, "I foolishly fell in love with you and you don't give a shit about me." June's on the verge of tears as she grabs her dress. While pulling on her dress, she sadly sighed, "Never did and never will, but I guess I was hoping that maybe you would, but I was such a dumbass."

June's words hit Coriolanus hard, like a 2x4 in the head hard. He never knew that she felt like this. Crawling over to the end of the bed, causing his pure white silk duvet to pool and crinkle around him, he reached out and took her hand in his before she could turn away to grab her heels. He looked at June's face, silently willing ger to look into his icy blue eyes (but she refused to give him the satisfaction- that manipulative fuck).

But maybe if June would've looked at his eyes she would've seen that they weren't gleaming or shining. That his icy blue eyes were dead and empty, like those of a shark.

Giving up on her looking at him, the platinum blonde man (who had his political dreams within reach) began to tell June in a velvety tone, "My darling rose, you're not a dumbass. I'm sorry you're hurt, but-'"

But before he could continue his lies (Are they lies? Who knows, but June thinks they are.) the brunette cut him off with, "Don't even finish your sentence. Just shut the fuck up and let me leave with whatever little piece of dignity I have left.", while forcefully yanking her hand out of his.

"I won't shut the fuck up because I don't want you to leave." Coriolanus told June, scrambling out of the bed, his long legs nearly tripping him as he chased after her.

June's s grabbing her heels as he tries to reason with her. "Announcing my engagement with Livia and marrying her is so I can gain political allies and power. It has nothing to do with love, in fact I hate her." While sliding on her black kitten heels, a pricey designer pair with red sole bottoms- a gift from him (probably for your services…), he placed one of his large calloused hands on June's shoulder. Coriolanus' baritone was softer than usual as he revealed, "I want to be with you."

"You don't want to be with me, you just want me as your mistress so you can have your kinky fucks." The raven-haired girl told him, pushing his hand off of her shoulder. Marching over to his dresser and grabbing her bag (some imported designer leather tote bag- dyed a deep shade of crimson- he gave June, most likely because she let him do whatever he wants to her between the sheets), she told him the blunt truth of, "You don't love me and I'm not going to stick by your side as your mistress." Shouldering her bag, that matched the color of the manicure she just had done (which he insisted on paying for), June declared, "I deserve somebody to love me with their whole heart, not just their dick, so I'm leaving and never coming back."

"Please, don't leave." She heard him say while walking out of his room.

"Please, baby, don't leave me!" He frantically begged, his voice a loud shout, while following June down the hall in a run. Barefeet loudly slapping against the marble floor, sounding almost ominous.

Thank goodness his Grandma'am's hearing was starting to go bad, otherwise she'd be waking up and seeing one hell of a show. Also, thank goodness Tigress moved out years ago, otherwise she'd be a witness to a messy breakup.

A breakup that was long overdue.

June ignored him, only to power walk to the main entrance of the penthouse. She was almost to the door whenever she felt his cold, long fingers wrap around her wrist like an octopus' tentacles.

"Please, stay the night. We can discuss this in the morning, just-just don't leave me, little dove." June heard him beg, sounding so unlike his confident self.

A part of June wanted to give in; turn around and melt into his arms. But another part of her, the part that has grown up with Coriolanus and has seen him manipulate everyone around him knew that he was just saying whatever he has to in order to pull her puppet strings; make her stay.

June decided not to turn around, not to give into him. Instead she roughly pulled herself free of his hold and walked out the door.

Junw knew that the platinum blonde wouldn't dare follow her, since running after her naked with his well hung junk swinging in the wind would be scandalous.

Unknown to June, after she walked out the door and slammed it shut in his face, Coriolanus quickly ran to his room and tossed on his diagarded pants and shirt from the evening. He ran out the door, barefoot and still buttoning up his wrinkled shirt, in hopes of catching hee in the lobby.

Since June's in the only elevator the building has, he ran down the 12 flights of exquisite marble stairs to reach the lobby. Nearly slipping and busting his ass a couple of times too.

But when he reached the lobby it was too late, June's getting into the back of a cab she hailed. As Coriolanus ran to the door of the lobby, he felt his cold, dead, black, too small of a heart shatter into a million pieces as he watched June close the cab's door with tears shining like diamonds in gee grey eyes.

Seeing June crying in the back of the cab while leaving him, something he knew that neither of them wanted, made him determined to get her back.

If he thought that Lucy Gray betraying and leaving him hurt, well June leaving him because she felt that he couldn't reciprocate her feelings of love (because he was going to have an arranged marriage with Livia Cardew for political reasons) gutted him. Made him feel like he wanted to die.

Coriolanus wanted June; he always has. It's why they've been together, on-off, since their freshman year at the Academy.

He has to woo her back. He just has to.

Because the thought of June moving on with another man just doesn't sit right with him.

It doesn't matter that Coriolanus' engagement with Livia Cardew will be publicly announced soon, he needs June back.

He can't have another bird of his flying away, can he?

Ending her decade long on-off situationship with the Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow hurt. Oh gods, it hurt so fucking bad! June feels like she's just going thru the motions everyday after the breakup. Like she's just surviving, not truly living, since she's so sad.

So heartbroken.

And what hurts the most was that, even tho June knows that she could never truly be with him, she still loves him.

And she'll probably always love him in a way, even tho he'll never love her. Because he's June's first love; they say you never forget your first love. That you'll always have a special spot on your heart carved out just for them.

So when June saw the engagement announcement for Livia Cardew and Coriolanus Snow in the social pages of the newspaper, she thought that she was going to be sick.

The picture used for the announcement was professionally done; made the newly engaged couple look so lovely together. It made June sad to say, but they did make quite a match.

Two golden lions, regal with the world at their feet. Their blonde hair, her's a dirty golden shade and his a near white platinum blonde, styled impeccably set off their beauty. A beauty that was showcased in matching black outfits, hers a black tea dress with flowing sleeves and his a 3-piece suit with a red/black striped tie.

They looked every bit a couple of the old guard. A couple worthy of money, glory, and power. June's positive that Grandma'am's proud of him.

If only June knew how she really felt. How Grandma'am Snow always thought that it'd be June and her grandson posting an engagement announcement in the social section of the newspaper. How she's so disappointed at Coriolanus for picking a heinous bitch instead of June Halvir, a girl who's soul reminds her so much of her beloved late daughter-in-law (Coriolanus' mother).

Then June couldn't help, but think that maybe Livia's better for Coriolanus. Better than she is for him. Maybe he'd be happier with her than with June. After all, she came with the largest bank of Panem attached to her name and June came with nothing. She had no money or jewels to offer, just herself.

And June wasn't good enough for him.

Coriolanus Snow always craved power, wealth, and prestige. None of which June Halvir could offer him. None of which she gave a shit about.

All she wanted was to be loved, but he couldn't do that for her. All the cold hearted schemer could do was buy June fancy, luxurious, expensive things.

June had no idea that gifting was his love language. That he enjoyed seeing her face light up when he presented her with some gift that sh'd never be able to afford on her own. He got pleasure out of spoiling June; taking care of her.

Unfortunately for him, June's tired of being a kept woman.She doesn't want him to buy hee a bunch of high end things. June wants him and since he can't give her his love, she left. The brunette decided to move on.

Which is why June blocked his number, because she has to move on and find somebody that she'll be more than enough for. And June can't do that with him blowing up her phone constantly. She also started looking for a new apartment, because she can't keep having him dropping off roses at her doorstep all the time.

And since June's mother to lived on the 8th floor of Corso apartment the Snow penthouse was in, it was a chore to avoid Coriolanus. So, to avoid any drama with him, she had to find a new apartment. Her mother agreed; told June that to make a clean break she needed to leave the area. Move on from the part of town that she was raised in; lived in.

Junw needed to fly on your own wings.

At least her job on the marketing team for Odair Luxury Cruises was safe from him. And that job did come with a sweet perk of allowing employees the opportunity of affordable housing in a select few luxury apartments near the downtown Capitol office building the company was headquartered in.

So at least June's apartment hunting wouldn't be too hard.

June was right, her apartment hunt wasn't hard at all. In fact, due to her employment at Odair Luxury Cruises, she was able to secure yourself a 4th floor apartment at the Luxe, right in the bustling downtown of Capitol City, Panem.

Apartment #455 to be exact.

It was a lovely apartment with a courtyard view. It had 9 foot ceilings and white kitchen cabinetry in what could only be a top of the line kitchen. The open layout of the kitchen and living spacehas a modern feel to it. The lone bedroom in the apartment was very spacious and even had a walk-in closet; the apartment had a small study as well.

It was definitely an upgrade from her mother's apartment, which was nice due to the Plinths fixing it up after buying the building and moving onto the 11th floor roughly 4 years ago. (Unknown to June, Strabo Plinth did the bare minimum repairs to her mother's apartment and furnished it because Coriolanus asked him -more like nagged him- to.)

June's Luxe apartment wasn't as lavish as the Corso penthouse Coriolanus shares with his Grandma'am (the same penthouse he used to bring her to for all of those booty calls over the years) but that didn't matter. All that matters is that she thinks her new apartment's amazing.

And after moving in, June stopped receiving roses at her doorstep. Thank the gods. But since her new building had a doorman, June knew that was the reason she didn't have any more stalkery type floral arrangements waiting for her at her threshold.

And roughly a week or so after moving into her new place, June met her neighbor from across the hall.

#454

It was a typical morning, June had a travel mug of coffee in her hand and was dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and blouse (of course June's wearing those damn kitten heels he who shall not be named- as her older brother's girlfriend calls her ex-fling of sorts- got her) as she stepped out into the hallway of her apartment. Usually she never sees her neighbor across the hall, but this morning he rushed out the door- his shaggy bronze hair rustling around his shoulders- and his stunning sea-green eyes locked onto June's grey ones.

"Why, you must be new. I've never seen you before." The tall and extremely handsome man smiles flirtatiously at June. Crossing the hall, to stand in front of her, he introduced himself. "Name's Odysseus Odair." Doing a little bow, he smiled a bit too brightly, "The pleasure's all mine, my abalone pearl."

Holy shit, is the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises your neighbor and flirting with her right now? No. No, it couldn't be. This has to be a dream.

Except it's not a dream and the heir to a large cruise company in District 4 that's based in the Capitol is really June's flirty and handsome neighbor.

"You're Poseidon Odair's son, heir to Odair Luxury Cruises?" Was all June could manage to get out.

"Yes, that's me, but your name would've worked better for your part of the introduction." He laughed, the sound similar to the kree-ar call a seagull makes. Shaking his head, causing his bronze hair to skirt around his collared dress shirt (which has a few of the buttons undone to show off his tan and toned chest) he teased, "Usually that's how introductions work, pretty pearl, cause I already know who I am and want to know who you are."

"I'm June Halvir; I only know who you are because I work in the marketing department for your father's company."

"Yes, your name sounds familiar." Odysseus nods with a bright, closed lip smile that makes his cheeks dimple. "You need a ride to the office? I was heading there myself."

June shook your head, quickly turning down his offer. "Oh, no, I don't want to bother you."

"Oh, trust me, you won't be a bother." He said with a flirty glint in his sea-green eyes. "In fact, we'll go to the corner cafe; get some coffee, donuts, and call it our first date."

The raven-haired girl couldn't help, but giggle at his proposition. He couldn't be serious, could he?

But the way his sunshine like smile was aimed towards June made her realize that he was serious.

Which is why she smiled back and said, "Okay, let's have our first date before work."

Holding his arm out, like a gentleman, Odysseus winked. "I'll even take you out tonight for seafood." A sultry look appeared in his eyes as he told June, "I'll make sure that the dessert's a mouthwatering, delicious one for our second date."

His innuendo didn't go unnoticed by June. And after everything she's been thru with Coriolanus, along with being single for roughly a month now, June decided that it was time to stop pouting over somebody that doesn't give a shit about her.

That it was time to let somebody new have a chance at loving her.

"That sounds like a plan." June smiled, walking down the hallway arm in arm with the tall bronze man that was sculpted like a Greek god of old. "I'll make sure to wear a nice dress for the occasion."

"Yes, please do. Even if I'm not one for dressing up, the place I'm taking you to does have a dress code."

"A dress code similar to Avelina's?" June asked, assuming that whatever fancy seafood place Odysseus was taking her to would be similar in fashion sense to the restaurant Coriolanus took her to every year for her birthday, once she turned 19. (Would've been nice to go there more than once a year, but she figured her ex was just too embarrassed to be seen out in public with her too much since June's not of the same pedigree as him).

"Ugh, I hate that place. It's so stuffy; reeks of old money." Odysseus complained as the elevator came into view. Shaking his head, he explained, "Ocean Prime's not a black tie affair dress code, like Avelina's, but more of a nice cocktail dress and button up type of dress code." Coming to a stop at the elevator bank, he pressed the call button for it and asked, "Do you own the classic little black dress? If so, it'd be perfect for dinner tonight."

Nodding, June simply told him, "I own one."

And June only owned one because all of the cocktail dresses she owned were commissioned by Coriolanus- for his cousin Tigris to design and make- and they were all various shades of white, red, and pink. June only had one little black dress because she bought it herself, with her own hard earned money, off of a clearance rack. It wasn't anything fancy and she's never worn it, since Coriolanus always wanted June to match him if and when he took her somewhere.

So, tonight June's little black dress will finally get worn. Worn for her second date with a man who seems warm like sunshine with sea-green eyes that twinkle dreamily.

It's been nearly a month since June left Coriolanus and he's not taking it too well. He never thought that she'd truly leave him. He always just assumed that she'd be there.

He knows now that he took June for granted. It's something that he regrets everyday, whether he admits it or not.

And what gnaws at Coriolanus is how June ignored every single attempt he made to win her back. Blocking his number and moving to a new apartment, in his opinion, was an extreme way to avoid him.

June's bitch of a mother, who smoked more than a chimney and drank more than a fish, refused to give Coriolanus June's new number. She also refused to tell him her new address. He literally had to pay off somebody in the HR department of Odair Luxury Cruises to get him June's new info. Which turned out to be useless since the doorman at the Luxe apartments was very strict when it came to adhering to the wishes of the residents when it came to who was and wasn't allowed to visit or leave things for them and wouldn't let him pass the door. Even when he flashed a large wad of cash at the man, he still refused to budge.

Ugh, moral people were the boil on Coriolanus' ass.

Coriolanus was tempted to just show up and corner his darling rose at work, but he ended up deciding against it. But only because he had political ambitions and didn't want a scene to be caused (one that he feels June would cause) that could be damning to his image.

He was sacrificing so much for his political dreams. Listening to Strabo Plinth and getting engaged to Livia Cardew, to gain more wealth and some political backing, cost him the one thing he never realized he wanted the most- not until he lost it.

June.

Coriolanus lost June because of his ambitions, so he knew that he needed to present himself with a perfect image in order to reach all of his political goals. Because if he couldn't become a Senator and, of course, after that the President of Panem then wouldn't his greatest sacrifice- his loss of June, be all for nothing?

One afternoon Coriolanus was neck deep in work, but he found himself staring at a framed picture on his desk. It was a picture of the him and June. One that was taken at the Yule Ball during Senior year at the University. It was his favorite picture of them, which is why he has it framed on his desk.

But before he could get lost in the memory of that night, a knock sounded at his office door. Tearing his gaze off of the picture frame, he looked up to the door and simply said, "Come in."

"Sir, your fiance's here to see you." Coriolanus' personal secretary, a middle-aged woman who's hot pink lipstick matched her pixie cut, informed him while walking into the office.

"About what, Marge?" Asked Coriolanus while blinking his eyes- attempting to soothe the pain in them from the hot pink overload he was experiencing.

His corneas couldn't handle looking at his secretary's hot pink paisley print dress since it made her hair stand out more. He also tried not to stare at his employee too rudely while noticing her fuchsia dyed eyebrows and matching pink mascara- that oddly framed a natural eyelid.

Averting his eyes back to his computer, (*cough* his framed picture of June *cough*) Coriolanus told Marge, "I'm busy; I don't have time to deal with her petty antics today."

"I know that, Sir. I even told Miss Cardew that you're very busy planning the upcoming games, but she wouldn't hear it. She's demanding that I buzz her in; let her see you."

"Well, don't." Coriolanus told his secretary because the last thing he wanted to do was talk to his fiance, Livia Cardew.

Gods, how he hated that woman.

"What do you want me to tell her then, Sir?" Marge asked.

"That I'm in a meeting and can't see her at the moment."

"Okay, but what kind of meeting?" The secretary asked, knowing full well that the dirty blonde Tasmanian devil of a woman out in the lobby would ream her out if she didn't have any details to give her. Saying in a meeting wouldn't suffice that shrew.

"Tell her I'm networking with somebody about the mass installation of mandatory TVs in the districts." The cold, callous, platinum blonde man said without skipping a beat.

"I thought you successfully had that meeting yesterday?" The secretary asked in a tone that implied she knew her boss was a cunning piece of shit.

"I did, but she doesn't know that." Coriolanus smirked.

"No, I suppose she doesn't." Marge giggled. A giddy look took over the middle aged woman's face as she told her boss, "I saw Miss Halvir last night at Ocean's Prime. It's a seafood restaurant."

"What's she doing there? She can't afford it with what she makes working in the marketing department of that District 4 based cruise line." Coriolanus scoffed. Giving his personal secretary a curious look, he asked, "And what were you doing there? I know you can't afford a place like that either."

Marge fought hard to keep herself from rolling her fuschia framed eyes at Mr. Snow's offhand remarks about money. What both she and June couldn't afford. With a fake and forced smile, she told the imposing platinum blonde, "I was there because my daughter and her partner just celebrated their one year anniversary; the reason for Miss Halvir being there was that she was out on a date."

"A DATE?!" Coriolanus asked in a loud roar.

A date. How dare Jume go out on a date. She's not supposed to be going out on dates. She's supposed to be his.

Despite being separated for nearly a month, June still belong to him. Hell, he took her virginity when they both were green kids at the Academy. As far as he's concerned, he owns June's pussy.

"Yes, a date." The bright pink-haired secretary confirmed before telling her boss, "With Odysseus Odair, the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Coriolanus loudly cursed, his icy blue eyes blazing with white hot anger.

June went out on a date to some high priced seafood (Since when did she eat seafood, other than those oysters rockefeller appetizers he orders for them when he takes June to Avelina's for her birthday?) restaurant with Odair- the biggest manwhore in all of the Capitol!

What the hell's wrong with June? She accuses him of not loving her, of just wanting her for kinky sexy, but here she is going out on a date with Odysseus Odair. The biggest fuck 'em and leave 'em guy in the Capitol. Hell, probably in all of Panem.

Marge was taken aback by her boss's reaction to finding out that June was on a date with Odysseus Odair the previous night. The middle-aged woman's never seen the cold and collective head gamemaker lose control before. And she didn't know how to deal with it.

All she wanted to do was spread some juicy gossip and to maybe tip him off that the Odair heir might be bringing a plus one to his upcoming engagement party; one that he's well acquainted with. Marge certainly wasn't expecting Coriolanus to start flipping his shit.

But what Marge didn't know was that Coriolanus is pea green with envy. That he wants to destroy Odysseus Odair because he's with June.

The woman that he's in love with, even if he won't allow himself to admit his feelings. Because he vowed to never ever fall in love after everything that transpired between him and Lucy Gray that summer he served as a peacekeeper in 12.

But love is something that can't be controlled. And that's something Coriolanus will learn first hand as he does everything in his power to get June back. To win her away from one Odysseus Odair, the bane of his existence.

AN:

Hope you guys liked this. and if you think this is angsty, oh boy buckle uo cause its going to be a bumpy ride!