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Snowbaird Prompts @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social · 02/02/2025

Snowbaird Prompt 234: Birthday #snowbaird ((Happiest Birthday to the incomparable Tom Blyth))

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Snowbaird Prompts @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social · 29/01/2025

Snowbaird Prompt 233: Snake 🐍 #snowbaird (It's a Snowbaird Year if there ever was one)

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Kels @slytherindiaries.bsky.social · 14/01/2025

Dark // cw pregnancy and infertility “You still think about her, don’t you? Your little girlfriend from 12. Had quite the crush on her, didn’t you, Coryo?” He flinches as his wife uses his nickname. She does it because she knows it grates on him. “She had a crush on me, Livia.

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Snowbaird Prompts @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

Snowbaird Prompt 224: Careful consideration #snowbaird

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

Bringing this over from twt. It was originally posted for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social's 'Baby' prompt: #snowbaird nsfw dead dove, non-con drugging, forced orgasm, non-con body modification; 985 words, 4 panels A continuation in this universe: bsky.app/profile/noct...

Make sure your pets are well-trained — keep them on a tight leash. Reward them sparingly.

That was one lesson from his apprenticeship under Dr. Gaul that Coriolanus had taken to heart. A lesson that he found always applicable.

She was sitting on the cot, wrists and ankles shackled to the legs of the bed, her wings bent at a wrong angle. He frowned. Had she broken them thrashing around? He'd have to check the restraint lengths. He gave a cursory glance at where the shackles sat on her thin limbs. No visible damage at least. However, she hadn't looked up at the sound of him opening the door. As if she didn't care that it was him that was visiting him, and not one of the other assistants. He couldn't have that.

“I brought you dinner Lucy Gray. Aren't you hungry?”

Silence. He put the tray of steaming vegetables and hot lamb stew carefully on the side table, then walked over to stand beside her legs. Carefully, like approaching a wounded animal, he extended his right arm towards her.

His hand reached for her throat, fingers wrapping around lightly. He flexed his fingers; his thumb rested on her slight Adam's apple. She swallowed against his hand, but still she didn't look up. He slid his hand higher, thumb pressing against the underside of her chin. She looked up then. Lucy Gray Baird stared at him with her large brown eyes, and Coriolanus could see nothing behind them. She had

retreated back into herself again. He would have to coax her back out.

“Come on Lucy Gray.” He slid his fingers ever higher and cupped her face in his hand. His thumb ghosted over her lips, brushed gently against her cheek. She gave the slightest response and leaned into his palm. She still craved his touch. He smiled.

“Will you eat for me? Aren't you thirsty?” She shook her head slowly no. She'd get sick like this. She was too thin. She had always been too thin, too fragile. Coriolanus had been trying to get her out of the laboratory for ages and move her to his home, but the politics of the place and his lower position hampered him at every turn. He took out a small bottle with a dropper out of his lab coat pocket, still gently holding her face.

“How about a treat then? I found this in our kitchen. It's rose water.” He dropped a few drops onto her lips, and was pleased to see her open her mouth naturally. Her tiny pink tongue just barely slipped out against her lips. Emboldened, he squeezed a few more drops as he swiped at her lower lip with his other thumb.

“Yeah there we go baby, isn't it good?” He gripped her chin and pushed his thumb further, into her mouth, his other hand never stopping the dropper. She closed her eyes. Maybe she was imagining bedtime again. That was fine by Coryo. Even pets deserved their good memories.

“Suck, baby. Be a good girl now." And she was. Lucy Gray could be so good some

days. He was hopeful that today was one of those days.

She sucked his thumb, hallowed her mouth around it. Swirled her soft tongue against the pad and gave no resistance when he pushed in further. Just to test her. Just a little.

She really was a lovely songbird. She was more agreeable afterwards, and he patiently fed her small spoonfuls of stew like a favoured pet. Coriolanus wanted nothing left to chance and had put sleep syrup in the stew as well, just in case she had decided to be especially unruly. But she had been a good girl — an especially docile pet today.

Good girls got rewards. Despite what she might think, he loved giving her rewards, little treats for her good behaviour. He initially had her lay back, but her wings creaked and Lucy Gray let out a whimper. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. His brave strong good girl.

“I'm so sorry baby. Here, lie on your side on the edge of the bed. Good girls deserve rewards.”

She slid obediently closer to the edge of the bed, letting the damaged wing hang awkwardly. Properly positioned, she looked lovely. A fallen angel, with no recourse but to stay on earth with him.

Coriolanus got down beside her cot and knelt before her, a supplicant at her altar.

He reached for her breast, felt the nipple through her thin dress. She gave a little gasp, and the tip hardened under his thumb. He slid his other hand up her thigh, under her slip.

Her cunt was burning hot, a contrast to the cool skin of her legs. He slid two fingers inside her, and she clenched reflexively around them. Her small hands reached for his arm but didn’t try to push him away, She still had her eyes closed.

“Does that feel good, baby?” The thumb that had been in her mouth now rubbed languidly against her clit.

Lucy Gray nodded frantically. Small whimpers bubbled up her throat, but still she didn’t say a word.

Before her transformation, he had had her shaved then lasered to keep the growth from returning. Coryo was adamant on upkeep as well and made sure to moisturise her on a regular basis — he was pleased with the results, as she always felt baby-soft under his hands. She was his prize pet, pampered and taken care of in every aspect.

Lucy Gray Baird came apart underneath his hands with a shudder and a sigh. At the precipice, her eyes snapped open and she stared at him with a razor-sharp focus. Her mouth, open on an inhale, spoke a single word.

*“Coriolanus.”*

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

#snowbaird 147 words written for the 'in a cage' prompt for @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social Set in the same universe as this dead dove snowbaird: bsky.app/profile/noct...

"You can't keep me here, trapped in a cage like some anima." She lashed out at him, throwing her meagre breakfast at him, untouched. How dare he come in here, treating her like she was on some temporary vacation, when she was a prisoner -- a test subject. Subhuman.

He stood there in his perfectly pressed lab coat, clipboard in hand. Nimble fingers pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and wiped carefully at the front of his coat, no longer pristine white.

"Please believe me, Lucy Gray, this is the safest place for you right now." His beautiful blue eyes looked pleadingly at her.

His voice held no malice, but Lucy Gray knew the key signature of his sweet tones. The calm beats of his tempo belied the real story.

Unfortunately for Coriolanus, Lucy Gray had decided that she would never sing for him again.

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

#snowbaird 486 words, my original first post for political marriage AU bringing this over from twt; it was written for the @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social prompt 'bad dreams' sorry for present tense and also really inconsistent tense usage in general 😩

It's fake, he tells himself. It’s playing out like all his bad dreams, so this is just another bad dream. It's fake and it's a lie and Lucy Gray always lies. None of it is real and she's lying now.

She's lying now, in a puddle of her blood, seeping out warm and fast. She's reaching for him, hands wet and red, trembling with the effort. It's real and it's in front of him again. Death is in front of him again. Death is going to take someone from him again — like his mother; like his father; like Sejanus; like Grandma'am.

He's on his knees in front of her before he can think, and her blood seeps into his pants, but he picks her up and cradles her to his chest, and now her blood is all over him, but he can't even bring himself to care about that right now.

"You came... after all..." she wheezes her words next to his ear, and he can barely hear her over the dread screaming through his mind.

His songbird is too cold. Has she always been so small? They clipped her wings and forced their marriage together, but she has always been larger than life to him. She’s impossible to ignore, thoughts of her fill his every waking moment. Even in their mutual predicament she never backs down, fills the space of any room she occupies. Somehow he fits all of her inside

his arms, holds her close to him, close to his heart.

"Of course I came. Did you think I would leave you here alone?" His grip tightens on her and her head lolls forward.

"I thought you wouldn't... want to watch me die." She takes a rattling breath, the first notes of a death march, and Coryo tries not to explode.

"This is kinda messy — not your usual.... thing." Her hand is on his chest and it's smearing him with blood, blooming red like a rose.

"You won't die Lucy Gray. You're my wife and I don't give you permission to die." He's angry now, angry at her, angry at himself — angry at all their lost time when he should have been holding her just like this. He had loved her, and she had tricked him, and now she might die before she knows how deeply he loathes her and wants to kiss her again.

"You won't die. You're not allowed to die. I'm President and I forbid it." His voice shakes. Is his position only so he can only kill his enemies? If his power isn’t to keep those he deems important alive, what is the point?

“I’ll grant — your wish.” Her voice is fainter now, and her eyes are closed. “I’ll sing — the song… for you.”

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Sol. @solieus.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

“I must say I thought you were smarter than this, boy.” Dr Gaul’s red lips are curled downward in an ugly sneer. Coriolanus turns away. “She’s mine to keep.” “And are you prepared to pay the cost of this little fantasy of yours?” “I’ve already paid the cost.” His jaw clenches.

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Rei 💖 @nocteacakes.bsky.social · 20/11/2024

#snowbaird 410 words; political marriage AU; 4 panels This is just another random scene into a WIP that I've been toying with on and off. I should port the other bits I've written over here

“The party isn’t going to throw itself — we need to get going soon. You need to get ready.” Snow had let himself into her room, not even bothering to knock.

She pointedly ignored him and continued to stare unseeing at the clean white ceiling. She had been dissociating since he had delivered the news: the Capitol woman she was seen talking to last week had been found dead. The official cause of death was a heart attack, but both she and Coriolanus knew better.

It was a warning; step out of line again and next time it would be someone she knew.

“Lucy Gray, did you hear what I said? Get dressed. We have a ball to attend.” The sound of his hard heels against the marble came closer.

She couldn't stand him. She leapt off the bed and stood in front of him in one fluid movement, shaking with barely held rage.

“This is all just a game to you. You don’t give a damn if someone dies, as long as that someone isn’t you.” Maybe if she glared hard enough, Snow would burst into flame.

He wasn't impressed. “Yes, that is the goal, darling wife.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, grip tightening.

Lucy Gray jerked backwards, but he wouldn't let go, gritting his teeth in anger.

“This is a game to them. They want a reaction; they want to see your terrified face and drink in your tears. Don't let them know that they can get to you.” He shook her a little, and what looked like desperation crept into his eyes. “You were the one who told me that — ‘Own it.’ ”

She nearly spit on him in disgust. “Easy for you to say. You don't have any loved ones left.”

Coryo's eyes went flat, and he loosened his grip on her. She stepped

stepped back immediately, rubbing at her arms.

A strange expression flitted across on his face, there and gone just as quickly before Lucy Gray could place it. “No, I suppose I don't.” He scoffed and turned away.

“I expect you to be ready in an hour, Mrs. Snow.” He moved towards the door. “I’ll be wearing a dark red; please dress accordingly. We wouldn’t want any more rumours to start about our marriage.”

Lucy Gray stood alone in her bedroom, vibrating with fury and resentment at her own powerlessness.

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Snowbaird Prompts @snowbairdprompts.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

Snowbaird Prompt 199: Anniversary Happy theatre release date anniversary to #TBOSAS #snowbaird

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