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can i call you rose?

⤷ peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!reader: coriolanus and you celebrate your anniversary, slow dancing as you reminisce about the time you met.

The Covey sang softly, a sweet ballad that Coriolanus had written for your anniversary with Coriolanus. It had been a year since you’d met here in the hub, and every moment since then had felt like a dream.

You met Coryo on a drunken night and remember dancing wildly and letting loose on a hot Saturday night. Not a care in a world, as the music moved you. Amid your festivities, a body crashed into you, causing moonshine to spill on your shirt and the stranger who stood before you. Despite the mishap, his eyes captivated you like a bright pool of water, drawing you in. It was the first thing that caught your attention, even before you noticed his distinct accent, unlike any you had heard from District 12.

"Watch your step, pretty lady," he said with a charming smile, his voice conveying mystery and allure. Coriolanus didn’t have the twang in his voice that the locals had. Your palms began to sweat at the realization that you had spilled your drink on a Peacekeeper. But Coriolanus kept his hands steady on your waist with his alluring smile.

“Shit! I didn’t mean to-. I’m so sorry, sir,” you stuttered.

Coriolanus had been nothing but a gentleman and laughed softly at how quickly you transformed into such a timid thing.

He ignored your apology and replied, “May I have this dance?”

Coriolanus pulled you out of your trance when he peppered small kisses along your jawline down to your neck as he swayed with you along with the melody.

“Coryo-“

“Shhh, listen to the lyrics. I wrote them special for you.” Coryo held you close to him, and you could feel his steady heartbeat against your chest. Remaining in the moment, you focused on the words that The Covey sang.

“Can I call you Rose?

Cause you're sweet like a flower in blue

Can I call you Rose?

Cause your fragrance takes over the room

Darling, I wanna plant you in my heart, oh

So love can grow

Can I call you Rose?

Cause your thorns won't let blood in too soon

Can I call you Rose?

Cause your roots have the power to consume me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as the euphemism within the song hit its poignant note. Speechless, you watched as Coriolanus gingerly pulled away, his piercing crystal blue eyes locking with yours—two souls connected in a wordless exchange, foreheads pressed in a tender moment of silent understanding.

“I love you,” he whispered. Coriolanus slid down onto one knee and took out the silver compact with an engraved rose on it. Revealing the prettiest ring that you had ever seen.

“Will you marry me?”

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maybe the covey should stop naming their kids after doomed ballads. why not name them roxanne or rosemary. goddamn