#coriolanus x livia cardew

[snowalwayslandsontop]

Coriolanus had wanted nothing more than to leave the wedding reception as soon as he noticed that Sejanus had slipped out early. He couldn't blame him for not wanting to witness this farce any longer, especially now that Livia knew of the reality of their relationship. She was all too smug about it, hiding it from their guests but he knew she was going to try and cause trouble for him, for them. She would be in for a very rude awakening before too long but Coriolanus knew he had to smile and wave and keep up the pretence of being so completely besotted by his new bride. So he had spent the remainder of the evening speaking with their guests, dancing with Livia and celebrating before finally they could leave the reception to begin their honeymoon. Livia had lost her temper when he had told her that she would spending the evening alone. "Excuse me?" Livia asked Coriolanus in the backseat of the car when he told their driver to drop Mrs. Snow at her apartment and that he would be carrying on to the Penthouse. "You didn't think I wouldn't go and see Sejanus, did you?" Coriolanus' tone was cold as he glanced across at her. "He left the reception after your little performance and besides, I would rather spend this evening in his company than yours." "I am your wife, Coriolanus Snow!" Livia snapped at him. "This is our wedding night." "You make the grave mistake of thinking I care. You and I never pretended that we married one another for love. We both have something to gain from this marriage and you do not require my physical presence for that. You married me so you can eventually become First Lady and I will give you that in time." Coriolanus viewed her as a simple tool. He needed a pretty wife to help him get elected when the time came for him to run for the Presidency. "And if I cause you and your boyfriend trouble?" Livia snarled back at him, shaking in rage. Coriolanus fell still for a moment at her words. He was in no mood for her tantrums. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was go home and see Sejanus. But he would not allow her threat to go unanswered. "You still throw tantrums as if you are still a child on the school playground Livia and I won't tolerate them. You will not cause trouble for Sejanus and I because if you do, I will divorce you in the most public way possible. I will embarrass you and leave you in disgrace. No one will ever marry you again and you will never be First Lady." It was a weak threat and he had far worse ones on the tip of his tongue but he held back for tonight. "You're going to smile and wave as I require and do as I tell you. You are a tool Livia and you'll do well to remember that."

The rest of the car ride was silent and soon Livia had been dropped off at their new apartment and he was on the way to the Penthouse. He bit his lower lip, worried about Sejanus. He had text him already, to assure him that he was on the way. He knew he would be waiting for him at the Penthouse, their home. It should have been Sejanus that he had married today. Marrying Livia had been a necessity but the entire day had felt wrong. It should have been Sejanus standing at the alter beside him. They should have been having their first dance, greeting their guests together and driving off for the honeymoon they deserved. Coriolanus knew he had made the choice to marry Livia instead and for a moment, he cursed himself. But this was necessary. He knew he needed to show the people of the Capitol what they wanted to see. He had been gaining popularity lately, especially since he had become Head Game Maker. The time was drawing closer, when Ravinstill would resign or die and there had to be someone ready to take his place. He knew others would run against him but no one else had a hope. However he needed a few little boosts in popularity and he knew some in the Capitol thought he was too harsh and cold. He needed to give them the image of a 'family man'. A pretty Capitol wife and perhaps a child or two, to soften his image. Some in the Capitol would not want to see a 'single' man take the Presidency and so this was all a strategic move. It would ensure he would become President. It would ensure he could keep himself and Sejanus safe because right now, there were threats always looming far too close for comfort. Finally, he was letting himself into the Penthouse and closing the door behind him. "Sejanus." he called out into the quite apartment. He knew he would only be in the living room or the kitchen and within moments he found him sitting at the small table in the kitchen, holding a teacup. "I'm sorry, I got here as quickly as I could." Coriolanus moved across the room before leaning down and gathering him in his arms as best as he could at this angle. "Are you alright? Of course, you're not alright." It was a stupid question to even ask. Would he have been alright, if he had just watched Sejanus marry someone else? He knew he would have killed whoever had dared to touch Sejanus. "Livia told me she knows, about us. I don't care that she knows and I've told her so. This changes nothing. I love you and I always have."

Coriolanus had returned to the reception, mildly irritated that Livia was no where to be found. She should have been here waiting for him. Perhaps she had gone to fix her hair or make up. Either way, he wouldn't waste time searching for her. He would continue to work the room, knowing every single conversation he had and every relationship formed was another vote when the time was right. He wouldn't waste a moment of tonight, when he had a captive audience in good spirits on such an occasion. If only he had been marrying Sejanus, tonight could have been perfect.

Livia finally returned, looking slightly flushed but he paid little attention as she kissed his cheek and asked him to come and dance with her. He could't deny her. It was expected after all, this was their wedding day. Certainly the display would give their guests enough sentimental feelings, it might earn him some support. He took her hand, leading her over to the dance floor as he wondered where Sejanus was. He hadn't seen him come in and he couldn't look for him now when all eyes were on them and he was only supposed to have eyes for his pretty Capitol bride.

The band switched to a slow song as they noticed the bride and groom had taken to the dance floor. Coriolanus was vaguely aware of the soft gazes they were receiving from their guests. Perfect. At least this wasn't a completely wasted moment if it was getting them the attention they - he - needed. Livia pressed close to him and they moved around the dance floor in time with the music. They let the silence settle between them, a small fact that Coriolanus was relieved about. He noticed Sejanus had returned to his table and his heart ached for a moment for his beloved, having to witness this display of false adoration.

Livia looked up at him with a small smile suddenly and then leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised but he allowed it. They had an audience and he wouldn't make a scene. Besides, this was their wedding to he supposed it was appropriate. She pulled away after a few moments before she tilted her head to press her cheek against his. He assumed that would be the end of it but then she whispered in his ear.

"So, how long have you been fucking Sejanus Plinth?"

Coriolanus' stomach dropped at the question, his heart pounding. She knew. How? Had she seen them out in the courtyard or had something else happened? Was that where she had been? He hadn't anticipated that she would find out so soon, even though he and Sejanus had spoken about Livia eventually learning the truth about them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Coriolanus continued to move her around the dance floor, desperately wanting to look for Sejanus but he couldn't. Not now, not yet.

"Don't play coy Coriolanus. It's not becoming. Sejanus told me all about just a few minutes ago. About you two living together in the Penthouse. No wonder you wouldn't let me even visit, let alone have me move in to your little love nest."

Sejanus never would have told her that, Coriolanus was certain. What had happened? Surely she hadn't just figured all of this out and at their wedding too? Had she had him followed? No, he was too careful. Had she seen them together out in the courtyard? She must have. They'd only been hugging but had someone been watching, it might not have been too hard to guess the real relationship between them. Was she bluffing about the Penthouse? Sejanus would never have divulged such secrets. He trusted him completely.

"Cat got your tongue?" Livia looked up at that, the barest hint of a smirk on her face. She knew better than to cause a scene, with all of Panems elite watching them. "Might make a nice change from having it down Sejanus' throat."

"No need to be crass Livia. That isn't becoming of a lady." Coriolanus leaned in and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Neither is having a vivid imagination."

Livia was giving him a sickly sweet smile and Coriolanus knew she was about to stick in a metaphorical dagger. She leaned in closer, brushing a kiss against his cheek before she pressed her lips against his ear. To anyone watching, it would look like a sweet moment before newlyweds. In reality, she whispered.

"Neither is taking a phone call from your fiance about the flowers for your wedding when you're bed fucking your boyfriend. At the gym were you? Sejanus told me everything!"

Coriolanus felt his grip on her tighten at her words. She couldn't have guessed that. No one else could have told her that either. Sejanus must have told her. Why would he have told her such a thing? His stomach tightened, thinking back to that day.

Coriolanus groaned as he rode Sejanus' cock in their bed. He felt so good inside him, he always did. He felt so full, a perfect stretch. He glanced down at Sejanus, who was gazing up at him. It was all heated, heavy lidded and he was moaning too, reaching up to grab his hips to tug him back down to bottom out inside him

"Fuck Sej, so good. Fuck, you feel so good inside me baby. I...." His phone ringing shattered the moment and he glared at the inanimate object as though it had personally offended him. Who was possibly calling him right now? Who cared...Not when Sejanus was fucking him like this. Whoever it was could wait.

"Do you...if you have to..." Sejanus glanced at the phone in matching irritation at being interrupted.

"No..... for fucks sake." Coriolanus growled, angry at whoever the caller was and not at Sejanus. He reached over to the bedside table, wondering if he shouldn't just throw the damn thing against the wall. His eyes darkened in anger when he saw who the called was. "It's just bloody Livia." He threw the phone on the bed just as it stopped ringing. He breathed a sigh of relief for the silence before he started to move on his cock again with a groan. "Sej... Sej.... Fuck, I love your cock and I...."

The phone started to ring again and Coriolanus glared at it for the audacity of a second interruption. He was determined to ignore it but then Sejanus was grinning up at him wickedly.

"Answer it." Sejanus reached over to grab the phone and shoved it in Coriolanus' hands. He stared down at him, surprised but then he laughed softly, panting as he answered the phone. "What do you want Livia?"

The conversion had been boring, aggravating but watching the amusement and joy and arousal it had brought Sejanus was worth the interruption. He paused his own movements, trying to balance himself on Sejanus' lap with a phone in hand but then Sejanus was snapping his hips up, making a gasp falling from his lips. He couldn't help the glare he gave to Sejanus but then he was swallowing back a laugh at him and a hiss at Livia as he told her that he had just stubbed his toe on the treadmill because she was distracting him.

It hadn't been too long before he had hung up on her, snapping that she knew his family signature flower was roses so why was she even talking about orchids. She was wasting his time and with that he'd hung up on her. He'd thrown the phone aside before he looked down at Sejanus with a grin and a chuckle.

"You little minx!" he had leaned down and kissed him deeply then, hoping the little stunt had satisfied whatever Sejanus had felt the need for. "I almost think you want us to get caught."

Coriolanus came back to the present moment, his eyes now scanning the room for Sejanus. He saw him finally, still at the table. He could only make brief eye contact with him as he moved Livia around the dance floor. He needed to go to him, they needed to talk. He wanted to understand, wanting to know just what had happened. Was he alright? If Livia had upset him in any way, she would be incredibly displeased with the outcome.

[mockingjaysnakes]

coriolanus snow & lucy gray | BTS

[snowalwayslandsontop]

Livia stared at him, her hand balling into a fist at her side. No! No! No! "Coriolanus, no! You cannot do this to me again! You delayed the wedding already once because you wanted an optimum time for it to appear in the social pages. Fine, I could understand that. But we are getting married in Spring. It's in the middle of the social season, there is no better time for us to be married." Livia had already put in too much work for this wedding and everything was arranged and booked, with the invitations already being printed. "If we delay it again, it's going to look like you're having second thoughts about the wedding...." Livia paused and turned her body to face him as best as she could in the car. "Wait, are you having second thoughts? Is that what this is about?" Her eyes narrowed slightly. Did he have someone else? Or was he simply being haunted by the ghosts of his past? His little songbird out in District 12 perhaps?

Livia froze for a moment at Corialanus' words, blinking several times before she eventually forced herself to speak. "What did you just say? Delay the wedding?" Her voice sounded dangerously low. There was no reason to delay the wedding. The venue had been booked for months. The wedding dress was coming along well and was almost ready, as were the bridesmaid dresses. The cake had been designed. The wedding menu was almost finalised. The guest list had been prepared and only needed a few more touch ups before the invitations would be sent out. Why would he want to delay the wedding any longer? They'd been engaged for almost a year already! "No. We're not delaying the wedding. We've been engaged long enough and people are just waiting to receive their invitation." Was he having second thoughts?

[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.

[snowalwayslandsontop]

Coriolanus instantly regretted the suggestion the moment the words left his mouth. He could see the mirth in her eyes, as though she was considering laughing at his mention of marriage. Any woman in the Capitol should be salivating at the chance for him to put a ring on their finger. He had been moving on and up with the government. Moving through the ranks of Game Maker and now Head Game Maker and Head of the War Department. The next obvious step was running for President when the time was right.

But the Capitol was old fashioned and he knew he needed a pretty little Capitol bride on his arm. The citizens would want to see him settled down with a wife and maybe a child or two to ensure they would accept him. His popularity was growing but being a 'bachelor' made them uncomfortable. He needed a family and he wasn't above creating one he didn't want or even like to get the position he had been working for since he was 7 years old.

Livia was pretty enough. She came from an old guard family. A powerful family since her mother owned the Bank of Panem. It was the primary deciding factor in considering her as his wife. Livia was an only child so upon her parents passing, the bank would go to Livia and as her husband, he would easily be able to pull strings behind the scenes. In the event of Livias death, the bank would be left to him as care taker until their children were of age and capable of running it. He would have complete control the money across Panem. A delicious thought indeed.

Still, he couldn't stand Livia. She was an uppity little thing with a sharp tongue. He would never love her. If anything, he loathed her already. But she would be a useful tool to him and he couldn't deny that. If she caused him too many problems, she could always tragically die of the flu once he had what he wanted from her.

"Don't make it sound like I'm pulling teeth Livia.' If she was expecting him to woo her, she was sadly mistaken. They'd gone on some dates, given the newspapers their 'blossoming romance' to gossip about. But this was little more than a business transaction. "You certainly have plenty of demands and yet you seem to think I won't have any of my own?"

"A public proposal is unbecoming of a lady of your station. You can choose the ring or I'll do it for you. We can announce the engagement and you can plan the most over the top engagement party and then wedding you want." He would have preferred something quite, refined, dignified. But if it satisfied Livias need for attention and opulence, he would allow it. The Capitol would enjoy it and it would in the newspapers for weeks. Flickerman would jump at the chance to cover their engagement and wedding. He had the news anchor wrapped around his little finger.

open to coriolanus snow / muse : livia cardew mutuals & non-mutuals

livia should have laughed in his face when coriolanus snow brought up marriage. she almost did, yet she found herself strangely wanting to accept. he had money as well as a promising future. she'd be insane to let some other woman marry him and steal all of the glory. all her life livia knew she'd never marry for love, that was just a given for most women in the capitol. plus, he wasn't unattractive by any means, so it wasn't like she'd be stuck with somebody that wasn't visually pleasing. shallow as it seemed, livia was not going to marry somebody hideous.

❛ i'll do it, but i expect a spectacle, A PUBLIC PROPOSAL that will make persephone price's proposal seem like a PUBLIC EXECUTION. i also want a big wedding. one that will be the envy of every woman in the capitol. ❜ it was the least he could do for asking her in this manner. livia deserved the biggest and best----- she would get it one way or another.

growing up, livia may have teased coriolanus for being an orphan, but it wasn't HER fault that it was true. plus, she was young. who could fault her on that ? still, in the end, he'd clearly come to his senses and chose a SENSIBLE woman to be his bride, rather than some low-life district girl who didn't deserve his time of day. it had worried livia ----- well not really, but she feigned concern to others ----- when she'd heard rumor that he'd gone soft for a girl from the districts. she couldn't even remember her name, but she knew it wasn't something sophisticated enough for a future first lady of panem.

[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

[katnissandpeetamellark]

Actually the vibes r identical

[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!

[snowalwayslandsontop]

Livia bit down on her own tongue to prevent herself from snarling back at him as his words provoked instant anger and vitriol aimed back at him. She knew Coriolanus carefully guarded his heart and even though he pretended that nothing ever touched him, she had quickly come to know that wasn't true. As he was learning how to read her, she was doing the same to him. She knew he was extremely obsessive, never able to let go of a single little thing. Perhaps that would be his eventual downfall because becoming obsessive was dangerous in his position. It meant he was distracted and perhaps one day the Districts would use that in their favour. Livia knew it would mean she would be killed too but she couldn't deny that seeing the Great House of Snow falling would be delightful. "Oh now we know that isn't true Coriolanus." Livia could hear her own condescending tone and she gave him a slight hint of a smirk. "My ownership of the most powerful bank in all of Panem is extremely complimentary in my favour and holds great appeal to you. You'll never get your hands on or control of that without your marriage to me, which must burn you. Wanting something you can't have without hitching your wagon to mine, so to speak. Otherwise you'd have likely married some little air head who you could have done whatever you wanted to. But perhaps I should remind you just how easily it would be to ensure you don't get anywhere near the bank. Your Presidency doesn't simply grant you control of everything without any oversight." Her family was powerful enough that they could cause waves for him if they wanted and she was certain her parents would if they knew just how cruel he was toward her.

was that... a compliment? From Livia @snowalwayslandsontop

❊ meme tag. || always accepting. || @snowalwayslandsontop

Whatever softness was there residing on visage quickly etched into repulse as it curls violently in his stomach. Before a girl in the woods did a number on him; he'd show some mercy. And now, there's no room for that kind of thing; no kind of clemency. Everyone deserved 𝑊𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐻, especially this sickening know-it-all Livia Cardew. He will never find it in himself to go lenient on her. After all, did she? When she thought it was fun to taunt him, make fun of him being parent-less; for being an orphan when his parents died. Yes, that was so long ago. They were merely children back then. Yet, he never did forget.

He forgot NOTHING, never.

He was professionally obsessive even as a child, he has spent long hours fixating on things people have said to him that wedged a knife into his chest. And for her small brain could possibly comprehend, she crossed him even back then and he'd never forget the way it had hurt. Satisfaction could be found in getting his revenge for it, each time he got to spit another venomous insult towards her. Another opportunity to try and destruct, provoke hurt in the way she had. This was the ONLY grand thing about being stuck with her. He could easily spend the rest of his life taunting and hurting her the way she had played the same role in the early part of his. "I would never compliment you." he calmly sneered, "Your foolish mistake to think that I would. There's not a single thing about you that's complimentary." And it was spat with strong sincerity.

[incorrect-tbosas]

tbosas + instagram posts (4/?)

livia cardew is a hater (affectionate)

[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

[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.

[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)