#coriolanus snow x livia cardew

[katnissandpeetamellark]

Actually the vibes r identical

[maggiedelusional]

If you're reading (or would like to read) my snowbaird fanfic

I'll get your longing glances (but she'll get your ring)

These are some companion visual aids for Chapter 3. I promise I am writing the last chapter, just got super busy. Its midterm season in law school and I'm dying but wanted to put something out :)

[number1liviacardewfan]

Fic Masterlist

The Serpent's Cage

Livia Cardew and her loveless marriage to Snow

Boys Only Want Love If It's Torture

Lucy Gray returns to the Capitol and discovers she's good at manipulating its citizens. Especially a certain Coriolanus Snow

Slithers of Scandal

In Ancient Rome, the children of conquered rulers were taken hostage as an insurance of their countries' loyalty. What if instead of doing the games, the Capital took the sons and daughters of district leaders and moved them to the Capital for re-education? But the Mayor of District Twelve doesn't want his daughter to be sent to the Capital. Enter Lucy Gray Baird.

AKA Snow/Lucy Arranged Marriage AU

AKA Tigris/Lucy partway through

AKA Snakes! With! Top hats!

This is gonna be a wild one

[lucy-the-cat]

Snowvia fic (Snow x Livia), Also Clemensia x Livia

Please mind the tags

The Serpent's Cage - Chapter 1 - beforeIlearnedcivility - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins [Archive of Our Own]

[mockingjaysnakes]

coriolanus snow & lucy gray | BTS

[incorrect-tbosas]

lucy gray: my boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss on the lips, what do i do?

livia: punch him in the gut, then when he doubles over in pain, kiss him

barb azure: tackle him

clemensia: dump him

tam amber: kick him in the shin

coriolanus: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN

[littybeech]

If Coryo did the whole “marry Livia but keep Lucy Gray as a mistress/hostage” and ended up having kids with both of them, I feel like he’d end up showing obvious favoritism to his kids with LG for several reasons. His “legitimate” kids would need him either way and probably end up vying for his attention/affection/approval. Meanwhile he’d have to fight to be the favorite parent with Lucy Gray since she’d be super active and present with them and he has a relentless competitive streak. Not to mention his kids with LG would be a result of his “love” for her and his with Livia would be out of obligation and insurance.

[katnissandpeetamellark]

What if the Cardew family went against Snow/The Capitol after realizing Coriolanus killed his wife (let’s pretend it’s Livia for this idea) by poisoning???

I’ve connected two dots (you didn’t connect shit)

[escailyyy]

So I've been reading Snowjanus time travel fanfics where Sejanus and Livia for some reason or another end up being friends (and Livia is of course, against all things Coriolanus), and I am obsessed with this Livia Sejanus friendship! Because these two are perfect as besties in those fics. So I made a bunch of moodboards. There two are the unlikely duo I didn't know I needed to read about in my life.

I've only had the Livijanus friendship for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

shout out to

the following Snowjanus time travel fics! Where Sejanus is friends with Livia. And Coriolanus is someone Livia seriously doesn't like. Go read them they are so good

These are shameless recs for all of you because I am currently obsessed with these fics

[number1liviacardewfan]

Snowbaird Smut Based on Escapism. by Raye and Kill Bill by SZA

I did it all for love - Chapter 1 - beforeIlearnedcivility - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins [Archive of Our Own]t

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (60)

*That dreaded PTA meeting* Read [this] & [this] first.

Prof.Sickle: Welcome, welcome, dear parents to our annual PTA meeting-

Nero: *barks*

Prof.Sickle: Ms. Price, please tell your dog-

Persephone: He’s a werewolf.

Prof.Sickle: Right. Please tell your “werewolf” to stop barking when I’m speaking-

Nero: *barks again*

Persephone: Sorry, Professor. My poor daddy’s just nervous.

Nero: *howls*

Persephone: And hungry.

Drunk!Casca: *sees Nero Price howling like a madman* Shoo, you pesky mutt! No rabid dogs allowed in my prestigious school!

Nero: *growls at Casca*

Persephone: Sir, I wouldn’t say that if I were you. You do know that my father bites, right?☺️

Drunk!Casca: Are you threatening the amazing Dean of this school, little girl?!

Persephone: Do you want to be the next ✨Maid Stew✨?☺️

Drunk!Casca: Go away, you canniba-

Coryo: Sir, please calm down-

Drunk!Casca: Crassus, you’re here?!

Coryo: I’m Coriolanus.

Drunk!Casca: My Snow Angel, my love, crazy Nero Price and his evil spawn are bullying me again!😭

Strabo: Lol. This is why my dearest Crassus Snow chose me instead of marrying a loser like you, Cassy~.

Drunk!Casca: Shut up, you boyfriend stealing Plinth!

Strabo: Jealous?😏

Drunk!Casca: F*ck you and your guns! I was my Snow Angel’s favorite lover, you scum!

Strabo: That’s a lie. I was my Snow Bae’s favorite lover~.

Coryo: Here we go again.😞

Hilarius: Cool. I’m recording this.

Drunk!Casca: Go die in a ditch, you stupid rock hugger!

Strabo: Are you gonna cry, Cassy~?

Drunk!Casca: You eat sh*tty rocks for breakfast!

Strabo: Says the one who can’t even hold a drink to save his sh*tty reputation!

Drunk!Casca: You’re the one with the sh*tty reputation!

Strabo: You’re just jealous that my dear Snow Bae said that I was always better in bed than you!

Drunk!Casca: You lie! I’m the better TOP!

Strabo: No, I’m the superior TOP, you fool!

Drunk!Casca: Your blood money can’t even fix your family’s terrible fashion sense!

Strabo: You’re just a bitter old man who can’t tie his own laces!

Drunk!Casca: That doesn’t even make sense! You’re older than me!

Strabo: That’s great! That’s good news! My dear Crassus likes to date older District men like me anyway!

Drunk!Casca: That’s fake news! My Snow Angel only dates successful Capitol men like me!

Strabo: Keep swimming in denial, Cassy~!

Drunk!Casca: You’re just f*ckin’ jealous that my lovely Crassus lost his precious virginity to me!!

Pres.Ravinstill: That’s kinda hot.

Coryo: FML. Now I have to bleach my ears.😔

Strabo: Clearly, that was my darling’s biggest mistake!

Drunk!Casca: That was a blessing in disguise, you fool!

Prof.Sickle: Will the both of you shut the f*ck up already?!

Drunk!Casca: But-

Prof.Sickle: There are children present, Cassy!

Drunk!Casca: What children?

Hilarius: Me! I’m baby.

Apollo: I’m also baby.

Felix: I thought I was baby?

Pres.Ravinstill: That’s incorrect. We all know that I’m baby.

Prof.Sickle: Sir, shouldn’t you be in the Presidential Palace busy ruling and running this love forsaken country?

Pres.Ravinstill: Well, Sickle, shouldn’t you be holding a PTA meeting right now?

Gaius: Sick burn, bro!

Vipsania: Wow. He really just said that.

Coryo: And in front of us.

Androcles: Your crazy granduncle is really brave, Class Pres.

Felix: I just hope he won’t be thrown out the window.😑

Pres.Ravinstill: Hey, Sickle, do you want me to apply cold water to that burn-

Prof.Sickle: Get out.

Pres.Ravinstill: No. I’m staying right here-

Prof.Sickle: I don’t care if you’re the f*ckin’ President! Get the f*ck out, you dinosaur!

Pres.Ravinstill: Not listening~!

Prof.Sickle: I’m calling the Peacekeepers-

Pres.Ravinstill: Is it a sin for a poor old man like me to have a one day off from work?!

Prof.Sickle: Sir-

Pres.Ravinstill: I want a break too, Sickle!😭

Felix: Gran Gran, you’re always on break.

Coryo: So who’s running the country right now, Class Pres?

Felix: I thought you knew, Coryo.

Coryo: Knew what?

Felix: That my crazy granduncle’s 2 dozen Bichon Frisé puppies are the ones ruling our poor nation.

Festus: Well, that explains why our country is going to the dogs-

Coryo: Literal dogs-

Felix: Puppies, Coryo. Puppies are running this country.

Coryo: Well, that checks out.

Festus: At least they’re cute.

Clemensia: Then who’s the Capitol Mayor?

Felix: Boa Bell the Cat.

Clemensia: Our Mayor’s a cat?!

Juno: To be fair, Clemmie, we all voted for Mr. Bell’s cat to win-

Dennis: As a joke, Phipps.

Juno: But here we are, Fling.

Apollo: With no regrets!

Diana: Best Bell Boa Bell~!🥳

Mrs.Anderson: Andie, they do know that my camera crew is live-streaming this meeting, right?

Androcles: Mom, please stop embarrassing me.

Mrs.Anderson: 50 bucks~.😏

Androcles: Not enough~.

Sejanus: Hey, Babe, want some garlic flavored popcorn?

Coryo: Sure, Babe.

Festus: Yo, Sej, pass me a bag too!

Sejanus: Here, catch!

Festus: Thanks, bestie.

Prof.Sickle: Now, where were we?

Clemensia: PTA meeting.

Prof.Sickle: Oh, yeah.😞 So. . .

Mrs.Cardew: Just tell us what we want to hear, Sickle.🙄

Prof.Sickle: Mrs. Card-

Mrs.Cardew: It’s ✨Mama Cardew✨ to you.💅

Prof.Sickle: Ugh. Why did I even take this stupid job?😩

Domitia: Professor?

Prof.Sickle: Yes, Domitia?

Domitia: Can I feed my emotional support cow outside?

Prof.Sickle: Where’s your father?

Domitia: The cow-

Prof.Sickle: Please, Tia, don’t tell me that you forgot to inform your old man again-

Domitia: My dear papa is currently busy swimming with the chickens again, Professor.

Prof.Sickle: *sighs* That fake farmer wannabe accidentally locked himself in the chicken coops again?

Domitia: Yeah.😞

Mr.Heavensbee: *is wearing a stupid disguise* Cool. What happened next?

Prof.Sickle: Who are you?

Mr.Heavensbee: I- I’m Hilari’s favorite uncle.😀

Prof.Sickle: But Hilarius doesn’t have an uncle.

Mr.Heavenbee: I’m twice removed.

Prof.Sickle: Mr. Heavensbee-

Mr.Heavensbee: Who’s Mr. Heavensbee? I’m not Mr. Heavensbee-

Prof.Sickle: *points at the poor bastard* Who the heck invited this skirt stealing creep inside my school?!

Drunk!Casca: This is my school!

Prof.Sickle: Shut up, Cassy!

Mr.Heavensbee: Hilarius-

Hilarius: It wasn’t me!

Mr.Heavensbee: Coryo-

Coryo: Heck, no! Get away from me, you creep!

Mr.Heavensbee: Felix-

Felix: I’m calling the National Security!

Mr.Heavensbee: Clemmie-

Clemensia: Ew! Don’t call me that!

Mr.Heavensbee: I just wanted to take some cute photos!😭

Felix: and flip our f*ckin’ skirts!

Mr.Heavensbee: That’s right!😀

Coryo: Go burn and die, you perv!

Mr.Heavensbee: But I brought candy!

Sejanus: Get away from my Coryo!!

Felix: *is now on the phone* Hello? Is this the National Security?!

Coryo: *takes the phone from Felix* Mr. Heavensbee from the House of The Queen Bee is currently committing a heinous war crime in front of the President’s favorite children!

Mr.Heavensbee: Bringing candy is not a war crime!😭

Hilarius: I’m telling mother!

Mr.Heavensbee: No! Don’t tell that she-beast!

Hilarius: I’m so telling mother right now!

Mrs.Anderson: Yassss~!! Keep fighting, you guys~!

Androcles: Mom!!😫

Mrs.Anderson: Andie, stop acting like a little fool! Your dear mama’s viewership ratings are up in the sky right now!🥳

Prof.Sickle: I’m so gonna quit next year. I’m so gonna quit next year. I’m so gonna quit-

Mrs.Monty: *suddenly walks in* Hi, besties!

Palmyra: Mama?🥹

Mrs.Monty: I brought pies-

Florus: Nope. Not today, you witch! *jumps out the window*

Prof.Sickle: Mr. Friend!!

Florus: *broke a leg but is still alive* Those evil pies can’t catch me now!

Clemensia: I’ll call the medics.😔

Tigris: So. . . How’s life?

Prof.Sickle: This meeting is over.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

TBOSAS AU where the tributes get a lot closer in the zoo and decide to fake their deaths in the arena like in @ylvisruinedmylife’s Electric Rebels but this time everyone makes it into the arena and everyone lives. When the tank with snakes was lowered into the arena, Treech (who was the first to react) screams for everyone to run and he and Lamina help the tributes who couldn’t make it into the tunnels climb to the high ground. Now for the fun part:

Snow suffers.

Lucy Gray was a bit miffed at first that the other tributes didn’t trust Snow, but when she gets closer to the other tributes her mentor gets extremely butthurt over it and makes some comments that rub her the wrong way. She can see where they’re coming from now. As she starts to play closer attention, she realizes she really doesn’t want this guy as a romantic partner, but the tributes decide Snow does need that prize money the most and decide to let Lucy Gray win. Well, that goodwill won’t last long. At all. It goes south for Snow before the games even end, as the tributes accidentally destroy both Gaul’s working theory and Snow’s chances at winning the prize. While he never gave Lucy Gray the compact because he’s a jealous dick, he does tell Sejanus about the snakes. The games gave started so Sej can’t do much with this info, but he drops a handkerchief into the tank with Marcus’s scent. This will be relevant later.

Facet, Velvereen, Sabyn, and Marcus essentially become a second big group in the arena to prowl around and give the others a reason to stay out of sight from the cameras for most of the games so they can plot. They use the more trustworthy mentors to get what they need to make fake blood, hiding it under their clothing to sneak it into the arena. They all “die” as planned and narrowly avoid the snakes ruining their life, using Reaper’s morgue as a way to cover up the lack of bodies in the arena, using the cover of night (and Teslee and Circ’s hacking) to place rubble under the flag in place of the “fallen” tributes and hide in the tunnels. More sneaky tributes like Sheaf and Treech help hide the other tributes in small alcoves created by the bombs because they can worm their ways into the smallest crannies without help.

When the final three comes, Treech decides to let out his inner theater kid. “They want a show? They can have a show!” Instead of Treech getting taken out by a snake, Reaper “dies” of rabies thanks to Lucy Gray, at which point Treech “reveals” himself to her. They talk, especially about their district partners, and Treech drops the bombshell that Lamina “was” his girlfriend while expressing his guilt over supposedly letting her die. Lucy Gray comforts him by reminding him he couldn’t have saved them both. One of them had to die and Lamina chose to stay alone.

“I don’t care! I should’ve been there and I wasn’t! Don’t you see? I failed her…”

Finally, Treech quietly confesses he doesn’t know how to live without her. He asks Lucy Gray who she has waiting on her, and she tells him about the Covey and the fact they’re the only ones left. The rest of their people were massacred. With tears rolling down his face, Treech forces a smile and tells her he won’t let her family face yet another loss for him when he feels like an empty husk already. Lucy Gray tries to stop him, but he reassures her it’s fine as he’ll get to see “her” (Lamina) again and hopes she’ll forgive him before telling Lucy Gray to live on for all of them and “slitting” his throat. Lucy Gray stays with him as he “dies” and sings for him before dragging him to the morgue and making sure none of the rubble shows as she places him under the flag. Conveniently, she places him in a spot the camera can’t see properly. She walks to the other side of the beams and sings for the fallen, drawing the attention of the cameras and the Capitol as a whole to give Treech the time to sneak out from under the flag and into the pile of rubble at the base of the beams. Then Lucy Gray pretends to try and hold a funeral for the other tributes and sets the flag on fire. The peacekeepers escort Lucy Gray out and the tributes wait a full day to be absolutely sure they’re in the clear before emerging from their hiding spots and booking it out of the arena.

Now, Snow would’ve won the prize if it was about which tribute survived, but it isn’t. It’s about who was the most entertaining, and that’s a tie between Lucy Gray and Treech. Due to Treech’s heartbreaking last monologue, more people lean towards him. This royally pisses Snow off and he complains a little too loudly about how unfair it all is, accidentally revealing he knew about the snakes attacking based on scent. Sejanus was smarter than Snow and dropped in an unidentifiable handkerchief, so naturally the blame for that handkerchief is placed on Snow and he’s exiled to the districts. He asks to go to 12 and everything with Lucy Gray still happens, but Sejanus is less trusting of Snow and doesn’t pull him into the rebel group and thus isn’t betrayed and hung. When he chases and shoots Lucy Gray, the reason he can’t find her corpse is because the other tributes showed up to save her from him. This is were things truly go downhill for him.

Gaul gets him a position as gamemaker, but then her lab is blown to pieces by some more rebellious mentors and several other citizens who were spurred to stop the games by Treech’s heartbreaking acting skills. Every attempt made to make the next games happen is thwarted and interest has plummeted so much they’re cancelled entirely. The only way to make them happen again is for Snow to become president, except now suddenly Lucy Gray and the Covey are rising stars who subtly diss him every chance they get, completely destroying his credibility. He tries underhanded tactics, especially on his old classmates who are surprisingly harshly against the Games, but it seems like his opposition is always five steps ahead. It has nothing to do with a familiar curly-haired boy that tends to the gardens or a small, limber girl that works in the kitchens who he can’t quite place. He doesn’t see them all that often, it’s like they only work there once every five months or so, but it’s not his business. His ex-wife Livia gave them the job. Completely unrelated, but Vipsania and Androcles know far more than they should about Snow’s less savory affairs. Where are they getting this information from? Gaul dies in a “work accident” that takes her new lab with her, leaving Urban and Io in charge of her sect of the Citadel. They transform it into something else entirely with the blessing of the new president, Livia. That his ex became president and not him stings Snow to this day. Especially given how she keeps finding ways to better the lives for the people in the districts.

With Gaul no longer around to get him a job, Snow’s lack of official qualifications starts to bite him. Especially because nobody wants to hire him thanks to all the dirty laundry that’s been exposed over the years. Finally, he puts his finger on who the boy in the gardens reminds him of. He sees the reason for his ruination in the gardener. A ghost from the past. The boy looks so much like the boy in the arena, sobbing as he slit his own throat and took Snow’s future with him without even realizing. Snow blames Sejanus, he blames his classmates, he blames Highbottom, he blames Lucy Gray, but most of all he blames Vipsania’s stupid little lumberjack for taking the Plinth Prize from him and becoming the start of his downward spiral. But then the gardener stops appearing, as does the girl in the kitchen. Vipsania starts going to 7 with Pup again like they’d done since the end of the games, destroying Snow’s hope that she’d come to her senses again, a hope sTigriss gave up on him a while ago, the Grandma’am is dead, Snow has no job and he’s pushed everyone who loved him away. His life’s over.

And it’s all because of those meddling kids!

[danisbrainrot]

supermodel

tigris x reader

tw: smoking, drugs, alcohol, implied/mentioned ed, coriolanus is his own tag, (maybe a slight) power imbalance where tigris is a stylist and reader is her model (I don't know how modelling works LMFAO).

I'm purely using information I learnt from ugly betty; the title may or may not be inspired by a certain måneskin song.

you drag on your cigarette, watching the puff of smoke vanish in the afternoon air. you were waiting patiently outside as your stylist, tigris, added last minute modifications to your outfit. you'd gotten there early in the morning like she requested and you thought the photo shoot was going good, until you almost broke the shirt—her assistant struggled to zip it up. it didn't matter how tigris insisted it was her fault for not getting the correct measurements, your stomach dropped as you realise that you hadn't lost enough weight.

it was a miracle you'd managed to book this gig at all. tigris was an elusive stylist—the cousin of the president himself—and your modelling career was still in its infancy. you wonder what's taking her so long; your cigarette butt the only part still left. you groan, flicking it on the ground and stomping on it, before knocking on the door.

tigris opens it, apologising profusely for keeping you waiting, before she welcomes you back inside. you smiled tightly at her, trying to conceal the insecurity coursing through you. she directed you behind the divider and began to personally assist you, the zip sliding up smoothly. "there we go," she mumbles, a proud smile on her face.

the photographer had you try a few poses, but it seemed whatever you did it wasn't working—the angles were too unflattering, the lighting too harsh or your expression looked pained. you felt nervous, knowing how desperately you needed this gig, how it would shoot you into stardom.

tigris, noticing how anxious you were, pulls you aside. "are you okay?" she asks, placing a comforting arm on your shoulder. "it's not your fault, I promise," but you shake your head.

"it is. I'm not good enough," you reply, holding back the tears threatening to explode. she sighs softly, embracing you tightly.

she pulls away, staring directly in your eyes. "I chose you. I think you're exactly right for this photo shoot. for my clothes," she whispers, smiling reassuringly at you. you return the smile, your heart beat quickening—you couldn't help but admire the woman; you also felt a warmth in your stomach. the beginnings of a crush was forming.

"thank you," you blush softly. you tuck your hair behind your ears, a newfound confidence filling you as you step out back in front of the camera.

the rest of the day went by fast, as you struck pose after pose, leaving tigris cheering and clapping and the photographer calling out praises. you could hardly contain your infectious laughter, filling the room with joy.

after the shoot, tigris invites you back to her apartment. she offers you wine, champagne, all kinds of alcoholic beverages, while showing you more sketches she designed just for you. you don't know how she knew about you, or why she picked you, but you were eternally grateful.

it was a massive commercial success; tigris was receiving huge praise for her new line and your agent couldn't put the phone down. everyone who was anyone wanted to book you. however, you always made time for tigris—after all, she made you famous.

you had been invited to an exclusive party, for the elite of the capitol, in the president's mansion. you have no idea how, but you suspected it had something to do with the fact his cousin was obsessed with you. it was hard not to be, when you were the covergirl of nearly every magazine.

anxiously, you snorted a line of cocaine in the car, feeling the familiar buzz bring you to life. it was a typical occurrence that you were the life of the party. there wasn't a song you couldn't dance to, a silence you couldn't fill and a party you couldn't liven up.

alcohol was shoved in your face everywhere you went —it was rude to reject it, you concluded, so you gladly drank every drink offered to you. noticing how fancy everyone was dressed, you felt almost out of place in your mini dress and high heels. tigris had designed it specifically for you, however, so you couldn't not wear it. she designs most of your wardrobe, now that you thought about it.

you were conversing with some important gamemaker when tigris intercepted you, wanting to introduce you to her cousin and his wife. you smile politely, shaking hands with president snow before kissing his wife livia on the cheeks. tigris began gushing about how wonderful of a model you were, and that she was proud to have discovered you. you couldn't help but feel your stomach churn as the president eyed you up and down.

as an avox walked past, you grabbed a glass of the finest panem wine and almost downed it immediately. tigris eyed you warily, worrying about how quickly the alcohol was flowing through you. livia, noticing her husband's gaze, scowls and excuses the two of them—heading in an old academy friend's direction instead.

"are you okay?" tigris asked, taking a hold of your hand and stroking it with her thumb soothingly. "livia and coriolanus can be cold, I understand—"

"no it's not that," you lie, smiling your million dollar smile. "just feeling a bit weird, that's all." in reality, you felt yourself coming down.

you head to the bathroom and do another line, waiting for that delicious buzz to hit. the door opens suddenly, and you look up in shock to see tigris' face fall. "oh no, not you too," she sighs, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you elsewhere.

stumbling over your feet, you let her lead you to a guest room in the president's mansion. she sits you on the bed, forcing water down your throat—she also begged you to eat something, but you refused; her pleas falling on deaf ears. you couldn't afford to put any weight on as you had too many gigs lined up.

it hurt her seeing you this vulnerable. you had passed out on the bed, your hair a mess, your makeup smudged and reeking of alcohol. she sighs, sitting next to you and brushing the hair of your sweaty face. she leaned down hesitantly, unable to help herself, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

she scolds herself for taking advantage of you, getting up to leave when she hears you stir. "please don't leave me alone," you whimper. she turns to face you, smiling reassuringly.

"don't worry, I'll stay right here," she promises, holding your hand.

when you woke up the following morning, your head pounded and all details from last night were muggy. the only memory was of soft lips pressed against your own.

you groaned, holding your head in pain before getting up. you found the toilet, sticking your head in it and emptying last night's dinner. you almost jump in shock when you feel someone hold your hair back, rubbing their hand up and down your back soothingly.

"you're okay," tigris affirms, holding you in her arms as you cry softly. sobbing into her chest, she rests her chin against your head, her grip on you firm and comforting.

"I hate how out of control I get," you sob, sniffling as you pull away from her.

she sighs, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. "I'll help you, I promise," she squeezes your hands reassuringly.

"did you kiss me last night?" you blurt out. you'd been dying to know ever since you realised it was her hand rubbing your back as you vomited.

tigris cheeks turn a deep scarlet, as she grows flustered and tries to come up with an explanation. "i-um, im so sorry I shouldn't—"

you interrupt her, "it's fine if you did. I just kind of wish you did it when I was sober," you tease, a soft smirk appears on your face. she bites her lip and avoids your gaze in embarrassment.

"are you sober now?" she asks, refusing to meet your eyes.

you laugh, shaking your head—mostly in disbelief. "I've got vomit breath," you reply.

"I don't mind," tigris whispers, suddenly looking at you lovingly.

you pause, your breath catching on your throat as you process what she said. it's your turn to blush, as she leans in slowly. you get up, however, scouring the cabinet and finding mouthwash. tigris giggles as you swish, gargle and rinse your mouth.

"now I'm ready," you exclaim, as she stands up. awkwardly you crash into her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head. she laughs, wrapping both her arms around your waist and kisses you back passionately.

you throw yourself into the kiss, finally letting go and enjoying it—you've wanted to kiss her ever since she'd been so understanding and caring on your first photoshoot. it was actually mortifying hiding your huge crush on her. now that you had her, you'd be sure to enjoy the blissful moment with her.

[incorrect-tbosas]

tbosas + instagram posts (4/?)

livia cardew is a hater (affectionate)

[f4iry-bell]

I'd ship coriolivia if lucy gray wasn't in the picture

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ the ballad of songbirds & snakes masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, livia cardew, reaper ash

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ coriolanus snow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lucy gray baird. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sejanus plinth. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tigris snow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ livia cardew. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reaper ash. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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