#tbosas Sejanus

[francixoxoxo]

Sugar, Spice *.𐦖

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Sejanus and you cook for the first time in your new kitchen, trying to cozy up your newly-leased home in the Capitol.

Kind of crappy but here y’all go 😭

Anywhere with Sejanus could be home, you comforted yourself with as you casted a wanton glance to the world outside your window.

It was true, in most senses. You’d follow your lover to the ends of this Earth if he’d request. He’d done so much for you, Sejanus, how could you not be devoted to him? How could you fend off the golden warmth spreading from his fingertips to the innermost of your being?

He was the first of everything for you. You’d never been so eager to be in competition, a constant and youthfully exciting tit-for-tat. A peacekeeper offering you a walk home, rewarded with a shy peck to his bronze cheek— that you would’ve never given on a normal day, but a handsome man with a gentle demeanor seemed to be the exception. A hesitant, schoolgirl-crush dropping flowers at your stoop during his earliest patrols of the day, requited with a lake-day invitation. A gentle lover putting a ring of silver on your finger, in return, your companionship; now, and forever.

Never was this love debt on your shoulder. Never had it need repaying, but you wanted to, with every digit on your fingers and every string in your heart. It was such a strange, new feeling, love. To be so completely appreciated, so wholly known.

Sejanus knew you better than anyone in this world. But a fool could foresee your hesitance to move from the woods of District 12 to the Capitol. With a sigh, you remind yourself once again, you’d follow him to the ends of the Earth. You’d follow him to the devil’s parlor room, if only to be at his side.

Speaking of him, your Fiancé places the needle on a record, the first notes filling the kitchen with warmth. Grocery bags sit atop the granite countertop like a flock of geese, maybe the same amount of food you’ve had in your entire life, you think with a pang. Sejanus rifles through the plastic, searching for the eggplant you’d sent him on the mission to cut. You yourself hold a knife that fits into your palm nothing like your well-worn one from 12, slicing rectangle panelle out of a large sheet of rolled-out dough.

“So, tomorrow we need to go out and get a couch.” Sejanus hums, his hands brushing your hips as he moves behind and past you. It’s been a bit hectic since you’d officially moved in. A few boxes of new things lied around, their assembly put off until tomorrow. But most furniture still needed buying.

Tonight was for housewarming the apartment, in a way. Cozying the space, getting a few memories in its walls. It wasn’t hard, with Sejanus. Even the night you arrived was filled with intimate loving, the warmth of his arms as he promised you a good life here. Told you he’d do everything and anything to make you happy, to turn the four walls into a place you could spend a lifetime in. When you told him putting your new kitchen to some use might make the penthouse more homely, he was enthusiastic.

“A dining table, too.” You murmur, your eyes lifting from the sweet potatoes to peer at him. It was much hotter in the Capitol; where District 12 was experiencing the transition from summer to a cool October, the city was still blazing. Sejanus had discarded his shirt, his freckled shoulders bare and exposing the smattering of dark hair on his chest. You tied up your hair, donning a light night dress to try and keep cool.

Sejanus kept a firm hand on the left side of the eggplant, cutting the other end into thin and expert slices. A smile is on his face and in his voice as he asks, “Where we eating tonight, if we don’t have a table?”

“Maybe we’ll unbox the stools for the island?” You offer, grimacing. Sejanus shrugs, moving behind you again (with another passing touch to your lower back) to turn on the pot of oil on the stove.

“Gotta put it together first.” He reminds. You groan at that.

The penthouse around you is barren. New furniture and appliances lie in boxes around, your bedroom lacking of much besides a bed frame, mattress, and sheets. Earlier today, Sejanus had taken you shopping for the apartment, pointing out appliances you hadn’t even known existed. A microwave and a blender, sitting on the counter, being among them. He hadn’t laughed at your ignorance, just nodded and let you pick which one fit your vision for the new home. He couldn’t possibly know how grateful you were for that.

“How’re you liking it?” Sejanus hums, tearing open a package of chicken. He’d already finished the sauce to fill the spiedini earlier, and the cheese was in paper wrapping beside the cutting board. Sejanus insisted he make it for you, he promised you’d love it.

“Liking what?” Your lips press into a thin line as you carefully scoop the eggplant from the oil, replacing the vegetable with the sliced panelle.

“The penthouse.” Sejanus shrugs. He sighs a moment, looking over the massive sea of grocery bags. “Baby, can you grab me the— yeah, thanks.” He presses a grateful kiss to your cheek as you grab him the container of breadcrumbs, pouring some out to bread the chicken. “The Capitol in general.”

You don’t have much of a response. Well, you know just what to say. But it’s nothing you can articulate to Sejanus; not when so much depended on your acclimation to the Capitol. You nod your head a bit before remembering he couldn’t see you from where you watched the browning panelle.

When you glance up to him, expecting to see the broad expanse of his bronze shoulders and his dark curls, you’re instead met with those doe brown eyes. The deep, alluring brown of his irises full of a perfectly describable and unbidden concern.

“It’ll shape up eventually, baby.” Sejanus promises, his brows drawing as he looks over his shoulder at you. He carefully rolls up the chicken, sauce and cheese, your silence telling him everything he needed to know. “Look, maybe we can go out and get some paintings or something tomorrow, too. Cozy the place up.”

“That’d be nice,” you breathe, eyes lifting to his. The light shot diamonds from your irises, speaking words at a pitch only Sejanus could ever understand.

You felt like such a fish out of water. You didn’t find belonging in fancy penthouses, cooking on countertops of granite and peering out of windows from the forty-something-th floor. Sejanus knew it. Your bitterness to high living rolled off you in vermillion waves, a byproduct of living in an impoverished District. He can feel it now, in the quiet way your eyes dart around the barren penthouse, knowing that this was not home. Wondering if it ever would be. Looking at Sejanus and hoping his presence alone would let it be so. He simply couldn’t have that running around your head.

“Hey,” Sejanus murmurs, wiping his hands on a towel and moving to drop a kiss to your forehead. His hands come to bracket your shoulders, his large palms rubbing up and down your skin. The record croons on, a melody from heart and rumbling soul.

He hesitates to speak, finding the words with effort. “If.. If you don’t want this..”

“I do.” You blurt, your hands flying to his chest. It’s not a lie. You want more than anything to be with Sejanus, to have a life with him; out of everybody you’d met in this life, Sejanus was the only soul to brush yours, featherlight and gentle as the breeze.

“I want to live with you, even in the Capitol. I promise I could get used to it.” The words are firmly passionate falling from your lips. Sejanus doesn’t seem convinced, his lips pressing into a line. His hand comes to rest atop yours, his pointer finger rubbing along the cool band of your engagement ring.

“You’d tell me if you don’t?” Sejanus breathes. His brows knit together, his eyes full of a heavy kind of worry that you want to stamp out as soon as it appears. You nod, your other hand roaming over the plane of his back, over the subtle definition of his relaxed yet strong muscles.

An almost relieved huff escaped his nostrils. “It’s just gonna take some getting used to.” You murmur, reaching for the ladle and lifting a cooked panella from the oil, placing it over the paper-towel covered plate. Sejanus watches you pull out the golden-brown squares, letting you get the handful out before turning your chin to face him. His eyes dart over your features.

“I mean, it’s a nice kitchen.” Sejanus shrugs, speaking suddenly soft as linen. His hands drop to hold your waist, hands gently rubbing over your thin dress affectionately. Oh, there he went again, showing you just how golden of a heart he had.

A smile creeps across his face only to match yours. “Absolutely. I could see us here.” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sejanus turns you both ‘round, falling into a bit of a dance to the record as it played on. His grin only broadened.

“Could see our babies here.” Sejanus adds, appreciating the way your fingers find their way into his curls. His eyes, dark and warm and impossibly affectionate, search your own as if he’s hoping you share the sentiment.

“Mm.. I always pictured I’d have my babies in a cozy little cottage.” You admit softly, your mind wandering completely away from the dinner you’d been preparing together. Sejanus hums thoughtfully.

“Maybe we still could.”

“You think?”

Sejanus shrugs, humming in a joking here nor there way. “I’ll figure it out for you,” a grin spreads across his cheeks again as he chuckles. You simply shake your head in disbelief.

Whatever divine power had given Sejanus to you, you were forever indebted to her. It didn’t seem there was a man who could match him, his strength and his gentleness, his integrity. A heart of gold, your Sejanus had. Your fingers curl into his dark locks, iliciting a smile with the warmth of the sun onto his features. “I think we’d be all right anywhere.” You find yourself mumbling, your nose bumping his lightly.

Sejanus can only nod, spinning you ‘round again to the sudden lilt of a trombone on the record. “Mm. You and me, anywhere.”

[sweetlucygray]

sadly the only copy of s10 of thg i found is in the spanish dub but the only thing theyre saying is i love you and i know thats not right so can someone hook me up with their panem plus pleasee

[logicalbrina]

what makes Snow such a formidable villain within THG universe is that nothing he does was set in stone. there was no sense of inevitability about his actions and his brutality. Snow had enough perspective of poverty, capital cruelty, district hunger and not to mention his own arena experience’ and yet he actively chose at every moment to stray from natural goodness. its even more terrifying in the sense that he had the ability to care. Snow is not a mindless sociopath, he displays feelings to others such as sejanus, lucy grey and tigris but ultimately he will always choose himself. his ability to betray those he cared about in order yo advance himself makes him so much more than the stereotypical villain who is forced into his actions.

[cant-find-anyone-elseeee]

there was a moment when the people in the movie theatre and the capitol audience in the stands were laughing at the same things, having the same reactions to the games, to the deaths, to flickermans jokes, to the doctor's announcement...i wonder aren't we watching it for entertainment too

suzanne collins' books may exist in popular culture as "dystopian", but they have always been a meticulous and startlingly close social critique of our world. at what point does our own idolization of the movies and the books repeat that story? we watch just as the capitol audience does.

all dystopia eventually crosses a line from realistic futurism to current relevancy. how long will it take us to realize we've already crossed that line with these books? and the very people who need to realize this are the ones in that audience...real or fake, we're the same: consuming and consuming.

[agoddamnrayofsunshine]

I’m sure someone has talked about this before but one thing I absolutely love about tbosas is how Snow’s descent into villainy is never once presented as something that was inevitable

So many villain origin stories portray this idea of a person who tries incredibly hard to be a good person, who takes every opportunity to be kind and to better themselves, but are ultimately doomed to fail by the narrative. Their environment and their circumstances make it impossible for them to be a good person, and while this is effective from a storytelling point of view it’s not exactly accurate to real life

In real life there is always a point where a bad person makes the decision to do something bad, they make the decision to prioritise themselves, their own power, money or desires over someone else. That’s how real life dictators are made, they are presented with every opportunity to be good, and they purposefully choose to not take it

This makes Snow’s storyline so effective because he is given so many opportunities to do the right thing and yet, at every single turn, he chooses to serve himself instead, exactly like how real dictators are made

Snow, unlike most people we see in the capitol, is in a unique position where he could genuinely have the chance to understand and relate to the people from the districts. He, unlike his classmates, is poor and spends most nights going hungry, he witnessed firsthand the cruelty of the capitol when Clemensia was bitten by the snakes for nothing more than lying about doing her homework, when his sister was forced to sell herself on the streets in order to feed the both of them

Throughout his book, the three people he is closest to are Tigris (who dislikes the hunger games, is a rebel, and a victim of the capitol forced to turn to prostitution), Sejanus (who is originally from district 2, dislikes the capitol and knows he will never be accepted there, and also a rebel) and Lucy Gray (who is a victim of the hunger games, from district 12, and is also treated horribly by the capitol). These are all people who gave him an opportunity to realise the cruelty of the system he was in, a chance to directly confront his prejudices and see that people from the districts are just the same as him, and yet he still refuses to take the chance to change

He is given every opportunity, he’s sent away from the capitol to be a peacekeeper in the districts, he forms personal connections with people from the districts, he helps Sejanus perform funeral rites, and yet at every moral crossroads he comes to he makes the wrong decision. He didn’t have to become a villain, and yet he made the choice to do so anyway, despite every chance he was given

I think it’s a really effective portrayal of Snow as a character, and it’s a very effective villain origin story for the type of villain that Snow is. It never once excuses him from his actions because it highlights just how accountable he was for his actions

[katnissandpeetamellark]

[super-nova5045]

and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse

[chappellrroan]

[faunshiii]

teehee

[darknight3904]

It Burns For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears

A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.

"I already ate it." He lied

"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.

"Is it your first day?" He asks

"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said

Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.

You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words

"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.

"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.

"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said

Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.

"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "

And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.

"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.

Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.

He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.

"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds

"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.

"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says

"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks

He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."

His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.

"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."

Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.

He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,

"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"

He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.

Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.

"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking

You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.

"What're you doing?" You ask quietly

"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.

The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.

"Coryo...what was that?" You ask

"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip

"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask

"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."

Part 2 is out now!

Series Masterlist

[allthethoughtsandstuff]

katniss is sejanus bc theyre angry and reckless and do whatever the fuck they want without thinking about the consequences and peeta is lucy gray bc theyre performers who know how to carefully wrap the audience around their finger so that there are no consequences

[sheepyboo]

Snow literally two seconds after poisoning someone, betraying his best friend, and traumatizing his situationship beyond belief

[if-i-look-straight-look-again]

Love love love the implication that Lucy Gray came back to haunt Coriolanus Snow in his last years of life, through her mockingjays, her songs, and her District, particularly Peeta.

I also can’t get out of my head the idea of an 80 something year old Snow absolutely haunted by the fact that every time Katniss Everdeen opens her mouth, Sejanus’ voice comes out.

[lucy-gray-baird]

bringing my thread here in honor of the ballad of songbirds and snakes trailer today because the "lucy gray parallels katniss" people are out there and they are wrong, lucy gray baird is peeta mellark and sejanus plinth is katniss everdeen and i will die on this hunger games hill

[tbosasincorrect]

tbosas text post memes

Part ll

[katnissandpeetamellark]

The last one is literally Snow following Sejanus to the back of the Hob. I said what I said.