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You're telling me Sunderland is only 5 hours from London???? 😭 why was Roy at that damn school for 6 months straight. Go get him

#beybaldes rebogs !! #get to know beybaldes !! #I’m English lol but I swear this is a once a year kind of journey to us #everyone just stays in their local really #I also live 5 hours from London and have been 3 times in my whole life #this is very much classed as a loooooong journey for us #it’s basically cross country cause Sunderland is at the top and London is at the bottom #also it’s 5 hours in theory #it’s more likely 5 hours to get from Sunderland to the outside of London #then an additional 1-3 hours to drive through London to your destination #and once you get to the boarder of London you have to pay to drive in it like as a form of pollution tax #but even then 6 months straight feels a bit extreme???? #what happened to half term??? (a week long break from schooling at all level that usually happens every 6 weeks of the course)

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Sejanus with a flower crown shut up 😭😭😭 that’s so cute I love him

hihi! i absolutely adore your tbosbas writing and i was wondering if you had any other ideas for covey!reader/ district 12!reader and sejanus? i have no specific scenario i just love the way you write them! I hope you have a great day :))

This took me forever and a half but I hope you enjoy! As always, this is dedicated to the love of my life and my secret twin @beybaldes

There’s a special side of you that not many people have ever seen, with the exception of the Covey. In the words of Lucy Gray, you have a laugh and a smile that could replace the sun. The more comfortable you get with someone, the more that classic Covey attitude starts to show itself, and you’re teasing and laughing and drinking with the rest of your cousins in the blink of an eye.

For the most part, Sejanus has cherished the brief moments where your true inner self shines through and you feel comfortable enough to tease him with an easy smile until your shyness gets the better of you and you hide your grin. He’s smitten with you, and no matter how shy or how bold you are, he’s in awe of you all the time.

Now, though, waiting with Lucy Gray and Coriolanus for you to finish altering Maude Ivory’s dress, he can’t keep the smile off his face as the sound of your voice carries through the crack in the door.

“If you keep movin’, I’m gonna keep sticking you,” you tell the younger girl, and even without seeing your face, Sejanus can hear the grin in your voice. There’s a squeal, followed by the sound of your giggles and the slamming shut of a chest. Soon after, Maude Ivory emerges in a newly fitting dress with a scowl on her typically sunny face.

“Don’t let her near you with needles,” the girl warns Sejanus before stalking off, despite Lucy Gray’s attempts to get her to do a twirl in her new outfit.

“Quit moping and sit still next time!” You call out to Maude Ivory as you leave your little workroom, the smile on your face only growing when you finally notice Sejanus.

It almost makes him blush, just that slightest indication that you’re happy to see him enough to send him reeling.

“Do you boys ever work?” You ask, a playful smile growing on your face, your delighted teasing enough to send Sejanus to an early grave.

“Not as much as you’d think,” Coryo answers, well aware that his friend has most likely lost the ability to speak the moment he saw you.

“Oh, we could put you to work,” you tell him with a wink, making the rest of your little group chuckle, even as Lucy Gray nods in agreement.

Before a tiny inkling of jealousy even gets the chance to bloom, you’re looking to Sejanus and your playful smile has melted into something softer, something sweeter that sends his head spinning. The two of you head outside to your little forest path, wanting to give Lucy Gray and Coryo some privacy and soak up the fleeting sunshine as you do. Your hands swing while you walk, brushing against Sejanus’s every few steps, both of you wanting to grab hold but neither quite sure how to make a move.

A few minutes later, you come to a fallen tree that’s in the perfect spot, sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves like the alcove was made just for you. It’s silent, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the animals scurrying around, neither of you quite sure what to say or how to say it.

“You make me nervous, Sejanus,” you confess to the forest floor, much too scared to look into those deep, trusting eyes of his. He panics, terrified that he’s said or done something awful and determined to make things right even without knowing the problem. Floundering for words, he sets a hand on your knee, sending shivers and flames through your body.

“You’re just so perfect I never know how to act around you,” this time you turn to look at him after you’re done speaking, watching as the terror in his eyes melts into something softer. He’s unable to speak, some unnamed emotion squeezing his throat and cutting off the connection between his brain and his tongue, but he doesn’t need to say anything because you already know, just from looking. You turn back towards the ground, leaning forward just enough to pick a handful of the flowers you had seen in all your staring earlier.

The conversation veers towards something lighter, childhood memories and favorite foods, even as your statements hang in the air like the dust motes dancing in the sunshine, and your nimble fingers thread together the flower stems in the same practiced movements of your needle and thread. You could do it without looking, but you think you might combust if you look at Sejanus for too long so you keep your head bent towards your work as you talk.

After a while, you tie together the ends of the chain, creating a perfect loop, before turning and placing the circle of flowers onto the top of Sejanus’s shorn head, your fingers gentle as they brushed against the soft remains of his curls. Neither of you say anything, but neither of you need to, and now Sejanus is the one turning away, unable to look at you as his heart threatens to explode right then and there.

#beybaldes rebogs !! #fave fics #fic rec #scout my beloved #scout my secret twin #I literally love every thing you write #you are talent incarnate

[beybaldes]

love you scout 💕💕💕 im in the same boat atm but we have eachother and you know I’m here if you need anything 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’ve been fighting against the Big Tired recently (burnout with a side salad of seasonal depression) and a vast majority of my motivation and inspiration to write has flown out the window

That being said, I’m very much still active and still around, and if anyone would like to send in a request, I can’t promise I’ll write it but I can promise that I’ll try and I’ll cherish it nonetheless

Characters I’ve been into recently: any Game of Thrones character (as long as they’re of age), Sejanus, Finnick, Jamie, Roy, Remus, and Sirius

Some of my lovely and wonderful friends (I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA I love you all dearly mwah): @beybaldes @hopefulromances @whimsical-roasting @onceuponaoneshot

#beybaldes rebogs !! #scout 💕

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OH EM GEEEEEE DID THEY ACTUALLY???? I haven’t had time to see it yet but I’m so exited!!! I loved mean girls on broadway

So so glad they changed “I expect to run the world in shoes I cannot walk in” to “watch me as I run the world in shoes I cannot walk in”

Now this is ✨modern feminism talking✨

#beybaldes rebogs !! #literally loved every single second #renee is hot too so that helped #me and scout are twins???????

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SHUT UP I am so convinced we are the same person because this is what my everyday playlists look like

OH MY GOSH POOKIE IM SO PROUD OF U YOURE SO AMAZING ❤️‼️SO SORRY FOR REQUESTING SO LATE

could I please get turn table- inspired by covey!reader and peacekeeper!sejanus? I love your stories with them so much I find myself giggling every time I read them 😋

LOVE YOU AND KEEP DOING WHAT YOURE DOING💋💋

THANK YOU SO MUCH POOKIE YOURE THE BEST *mwah mwah mwah*

A covey!reader x peacekeeper!sejanus mini playlist

1. Ophelia by The Lumineers

2. Seven by Taylor Swift

3. Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

4. True Blue by boygenius

5. We’ll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross

#beybaldes rebogs !! #love love love these babies so much #me and scout are twins??????? #separated at birth?????? #is this a parent trap situation but instead of summer camp we meet on tumblr dot com

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stop it 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 baby boy just wanted to be a medic 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

“You find yourself smiling when you imagine his regret on crushing a flower beneath his heavy boots, and you wonder why someone as gentle as him would become a peacekeeper.”

STOP IT SCOUT 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 I can’t 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

i’m so sorry hun i’m new here and i think i did this wrong!!so love note-resting your head on your partner's lap with sejanus plz?? xoxo

If you were the anon message with the same prompt then you didn’t do anything wrong, so no worries!! Also, I love your icon <3

Sharing rooms and beds and houses with your cousins, you were used to a little bit of chaos, no matter the time of day. The Covey were a musical group, which only made their yelling and fighting and screeching even louder. It seemed to have settled down as you all continued to grow and get older, but now the fights and spats were over dresses and instruments instead of toys.

The love you had for your little family was unmatched, but sometimes you needed a little bit of a break from being with them at all hours of the day, no matter where you went. You’d taken to wandering around District Twelve, spending a few hours in the well trodden paths in the woods, knowing no one would bother you.

Until, one day, someone did.

You can hear him before you see him, branches cracking under his step, rocks shifting beneath his heavy boots, the gentle humming of some song long forgotten. Without even seeing him, you know the boy you’ll find when you venture farther down the path, so you call out to him to save him the shock of your silent approach.

“Sejanus? What’re you doing all the way out here?” You ask, trying to cover your concern with a teasing tilt. He still startles, a sharp intake of breath as he turns towards your voice, shoulders relaxing when he recognizes you.

“Just needed to clear my head,” he says, and you hum in response, wandering through the woods for the very same reason.

“I know just the place for that,” you tell him, turning from your original path to lead him to an alcove, a quiet little clearing that you’re certain Lucy Gray discovered and no one besides you and the rest of the Covey know exists.

The rest of your walk is silent with the exception of the birds fluttering overhead and Sejanus’s breathing behind you, the path too narrow for you to walk side by side and the boy reluctant to step on anything. You find yourself smiling when you imagine his regret on crushing a flower beneath his heavy boots, and you wonder why someone as gentle as him would become a peacekeeper.

Slowing to a stop, Sejanus bumps against your back, almost knocking you to the ground but quick to keep you upright, spewing apologies as you laugh and steady yourself.

“Here we are,” you tell him, walking towards the fallen log you and Lucy Gray had fashioned into a bench months ago, before she had been reaped.

“It’s pretty,” he says as he sits next to you, gazing out at the rolling fields and the glistening sun. It’s a beauty like no other, land untouched by man, and it brings a certain sense of peace you can’t find anywhere else, even in the depths of the woods.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, until you talk for hours and hours, swapping stories and sharing your experiences. While he doesn’t understand, he sympathies, and you find yourself feeling lighter with every story you share, your heart aching as Sejanus tells his own tale. He’s such a sweet, gentle soul, you ache to think of anything bad happening to him, no matter how much you yourself have suffered.

He tells you about his childhood in District Two, about his time spent in the Capital, about his parents and Coriolanus and Marcus, about his dreams of being a medic and his reasons for following his only friend all the way to District Twelve.

Eventually, the sun sets and the stars emerge, the night perfect and cloudless and a deep navy. You’re not sure how it happens, too distracted by the sky to notice that Sejanus has grown quiet, and suddenly his head is in your lap, chest rising and falling as he drifts to sleep. You hesitate, unsure of what you should do but reluctant to wake him when he finally looks so peaceful. Your hand finds his head, rasping over his shorn curls, lulling him to sleep instead of waking him.

No one knows these parts of the woods, no one knows this clearing exists, so you let yourself lean against the tree behind you and close your eyes, Sejanus’s head warm on your thighs and your hand dancing over his scalp, relaxing the both of you as you drift off the sleep.

hehehe @beybaldes hehehe

#beybaldes rebogs !! #fave fics #fic recs #scout i’m in love with you and your mind #talent talent talent #i’m literally in love with op it’s not even funny #im in love with op but fr

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I’m so JEALOUS!!!!!!!! we’ve not had snow here yet 🥲🥲🥲

GUYS ITS FINALLY SNOWING!! THE UNIVERSE IS HEALING!!

#beybaldes rebogs !!

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✨mr krabs i have ideas✨

festus with tanners mentor!girlfriend makes my brain tingle because there’s so much there

arachne and her being so happy they get to work together because they both got the 10s. controversially i am an arachne lover so childhood bestie!arachne is everything to me. they could never make me hate her. 😔

festus and her being there when arachne dies at the zoo and (according to book canon) walking home with clemmie and coryo after she’s taken by medics. festus proposes they all go to his apartment but when they get there he bursts into tears and mentor!girlfriend has to send clemmie and coryo on their way and ushers festus inside and stays with him.

later trying to convince festus to create an alliance between coral and tanner and festus teasingly telling her that he could think of a few ways she could convince him

her and festus being together at the arena but went their seperate ways to talk to other mentors and gather information. bombs go off and chaos ensues as they try to find each other

i have so many festus thoughts but im just going to leave this here and not be annoying

SpongeBob! You popped the fuck off with this one! (Also not annoying at all pls send me all your festus thoughts) also also sorry this took so long I finished uni for Christmas and have been in every day since oops, I really enjoyed writing this though. More festus to come ⁎⁺˳✧༚

- you and Arachne are basically siblings the way you grew up together

- I’m talking inseparable : born within two weeks of each-other and grew up as next door neighbours, walked into the academy on your first day together holding hands, sat next to each other at lunch every day, had joint birthday parties every year, etc

- no one could tear the two of you apart

- well, except a pretty determined festus creed, who laid eyes on you the second you walked into that classroom at 6 years old and knew he wanted to be your best friend instead

- Arachne, ever the social butterfly, was quick to attract a large group of friends around the two of you, which gave festus the perfect chance to get to know you better

- as the years went by you and Arachne stayed best friends, but if anyone asked you to name your closest friends, festus creed would also be on that list

- he was ever so charming, and a good listener (though only when it came to you) and when everyone seemed to move at Arachne’s beck and call, he would wait for yours to do anything

- it was sweet, in its own way, and it’s one of the things that drives the two of you to end up together

- like, obviously, festus has had a crush on you since he was a boy

- but you finally start to realise you like him back when all these little things start adding up

- he looks at you for your reaction whenever someone says something, he sits or walks or stands next to you at every chance he gets, he brings you the homework when you’re sick, he carries your bag around for you, he pulls your chair out for you in the canteen

- honestly the list goes on and on

- but the thing that finally gets the two of you together is when you and Arachne have a fight

- it had only been something stupid, but because everyone was Archane’s friend before they were yours, they take her side

you’d been sat on the steps outside the academy, eating your lunch alone in the sunshine while everyone else had gathered at your usual table. Though you knew you were still welcome there, you didn’t want to have to deal with the silent treatment from Arachne (and therefore everyone else) while she built up the courage to admit she was wrong like she always eventually did when it came to you. It was peaceful away from the noise of the canteen, and you found you didn’t mind being alone - at least, alone until the sound of someone running down the steps and right towards you, reached your ears.

Festus Creed took a seat right beside you, his lunch tray in hand and his backpack in the other. “You didn’t show up to lunch. I was worried sick.”

“Me and Arachne had a fight, a squabble really. It was literally over what we thought one of the answers were on the history of Panem homework.” Festus laughed as you did, swapping half of his orange with half of your apple slices. “She’s upset with me though, so I figured everyone would be upset with me.”

“Well, if it makes you fell any better, I think she’s upset with me now as well.” You looked at him confused; your confusion only growing as a smile curled on his lips. “I don’t think she’s too fond of the fact that I am oh so fond of you.”

you lean in and kiss him before his words can truly settle inside of you. but hours later, when they fully do, all you can think about is how you can’t wait to kiss him again sometime.

- when the reaping finally roles around, you and all your friends having to take on the role of mentors for the tributes, you and Arachne get the boy and the girl from 10 and it couldn’t be more perfect

- well, it’d be more perfect if you didn’t have to be mentors at all but, you know what I mean

- the two of you basically plan for your tributes to team up to fight against the other tributes because obviously 🙄 but all that goes awry when Arachne’s tribute kills her

your first reaction is complete stillness and silence. from the moment Arachne’s girl reaches through the bars of the zoo and stabs her right in the throat you have been completely silent. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t scream. Total nothingness. you could only watch as Coriolanus ran forward, bravely pressing his hands against the wound in an effort to save your best friend. You didn’t even manage to get the words out to thank sweet Sejanus plinth, who dragged you to the floor and pressed you under him as peacekeepers rain bullets at the rouge tribute. Even when the gunfire stops and Arachne lies too still for a living person, even when Festus takes you from Sejanus and thanks him on your behalf, even on the walk home sandwiched between festus and Coryo, who’s hands are still covered in the thick of Arachne’s blood, you can’t seem to find the words. It’s only on the doorstep of festus’s apartment - the smell familiar and warm and welcoming - when things seem to catch up to you.

before he can even unlock the door to let you, Coriolanus, and Clemensia inside you’ve burst into hysterical tears: sobbing, gasping, wretching at the thought of what you’ve lost tonight. Festus sends Coryo and Clemmie on their way and ushers your inside, through the house and right to his bedroom, where he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels before you, hands cradling your face. “You’re okay, you’re okay sweet thing, just breathe.” His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly when you don’t seem to calm down, but it only helps to ground your more. “Breathe with me okay? You’re gonna be okay, sweet thing, it’s all gonna be okay.”

- you sit front row of her funeral beside Coriolanus and selfishly wish you had festus at your side instead

- when festus makes his way to his seat, which he finds is right behind yours, he reaches his hand between the gaps in the chairs and connects it with yours

- he holds your hand the whole way through the funeral and after, until the two of you end up in bed that night and he finally lets go to hold you fully, pressed against his chest as he cradled you to him

- when he wakes up the following morning however, it’s like he’s with an entirely different version of you

- it’s still you, but you’re cold, refusing to cry or grieve or do anything but focus on the games - all you want now is to get things over and done with

- winning doesn’t matter and you don’t really care what happens to your tribute, you just want to go home (which was concerning to you because physically, you were home)

“you need to convince Coral to partner up with Tanner.” you’re sitting at your dressing table as you to speak to Festus, him in his uniform on your bed as he waited for you to get ready to go and bond further with your tributes for the day. “He doesn’t stand a chance alone, he needs the help. Coral does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they won.”

Festus only wiggled his eyebrows at you, meeting your gaze in the reflection of your mirror. “Well, sweet thing, I’m sure I could be convinced…” Festus is quickly quietened by your hairbrush smacking against his chest. “I was only saying!”

When he sees you try and smother the smile that tries to form on your face he stands from the bed, crossing the room, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, speaking to your reflection. “Everything is going to be okay sweet thing. Trust me. In a week from now all this will be behind us and we can get on with the rest of our lives. You and me, a house somewhere in the upper city, two university degrees, other things. Whatever you want will be ours.” Your hands reached up to hold into his arms that wrapped around you, squeezing them lovingly as your stoic composure quickly dissolved. “But if what will soothe your roaring mind right now is an alliance between our tributes, then an alliance you shall have, sweet thing.”

You lean into his hold, titling your head to press a kiss to his clothed arm. “I love you, festus.” It didn’t matter that you knew he wouldn’t say it back just yet, he had always had a hard time verbalising his feelings, because you knew that he loved you, you could feel it right in this moment more then ever before.

- and then, only hours later, the trip to the arena came, and with it, the attack from the rebels

- festus had left your side for approximately 5 seconds, going to drag coral away from Tanner and the boy from 7 (who you hoped were all planning an alliance) when the first bomb went off

your ears ring with a shrill noise that only further disoriented you, your view blurry as you looked up from the rubbed floor of the arena and into the flames. the blast of the bomb from behind you had sent you flying forward, yet, you couldn’t see festus anywhere. smoke filled the room and rubble littered the floors, pieces of the ceiling and walls falling into the centre of the arena in the aftershocks.

you try and stand but your legs fail you and your arms shake with the effort you used to try and push yourself off of the floor. Rubble is falling closer and closer to you with each second, you can’t hear or see anything to anyone, let alone festus, and you’re sure that this is how you’re going to die.

just as you’re about it close your eyes and accept your fate, a shadow emerges from the ashes, running in your direction and yelling what you think is your name. it’s only when they grab you by the arms and hoist you up that you begin to see and hear properly again. “Coral.” You whisper, reaching out and caressing their face.

they seem unfazed, wrapping your arm around their shoulder and holding it against their collar bone while the other wraps tightly around your waist. “your leg is injured, so I’m going to have to drag you, okay? It might hurt.” your barley feel the pain in your leg and if you were any more conscious you might be worried about that, but right now all you can think about is how they came and saved you from the rubble. Coral could’ve ran, for freedom, to leave you for dead, for whatever. but they hadn’t, and a part of you didn’t really understand.

“you saved me.” you whispered, only loud enough for them to hear as they continued to drag you through the arena and to the exit. “what about you’re friends?”

“they’re fine.” they answered, helping you through the barricade and ever closer to safety. “so’s your little boyfriend. they all got dragged out by peacekeepers pretty quickly. we were too far in the destruction to be found as fast.”

you hear him before you see him. festus creed is calling your name in a wretched cry, sobs accentuating everything that came from his mouth. and when you catch sight of his frame, he’s being restrained by two peacekeepers, who seem to be insisting that he can’t go back in there, that’s they’ll find you but he needs to wait out here. before you can call out to him, Coral does so for you. “they need help! their leg!”

all eyes turn to you. you and the tribute from four gripping tightly onto each other, covered in ash and scrapes, hand gripping hand. it’s something festus never thought he’d see and it has him questioning everything he’s ever known. maybe the people from the districts were just like you and him. maybe everything he’d been told was wrong and it was silly to punish children, like himself, for the crimes of their fathers.

what he does know for certain is that he’s never run so fast in his life. he reaches you before the peacekeepers can and tears you from Corals hold, thanking them profusely even as peacekeepers drag them away to go with the rest of the tributes who made it out alive. he grips you with a strength you didn’t know he had, a hand cupping the back of your head and holding you tight against him. “I thought I lost you, God, I thought I lost you. I though you were…” he can’t say it, can’t bring himself to speak it out loud less he makes it come true. “All the rubble and the smoke and the fires, and when I tried to search for you they dragged me out. They told me I couldn’t go back in for you: I would’ve gone back in. I never should’ve left your side, what if you’d-“

He shakes his head, pulling you out of the safety of his hold so he can cup your face, thumbs runnings cross your tear-stained cheeks as he looks at you. “Never leave me. Not like that, not ever. Please. Promise me.”

He’s never sounded so pleading, so desperate, and he’s never wanted for anything more in his life. “I won’t, I’m sorry, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.” You’re a blubbering mess in festus’s arms, gripping to the back of his red blazer like your life depends on it. Your cries only worsen as the ringing in your ears starts to fade and you start to feel a throbbing pain in your leg. “I’m sorry. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.”

- festus follows you to the hospital and everywhere else after that

- but like seriously

- he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the attack in the arena only solidified that idea

- the hunger games are over and Lucy grey is crowned their winner within the week

- festus proposes the following morning

#beybaldes answers !! #beybaldes hc !! #festus creed oneshot #festus creed imagine #festus creed x reader #tbosbas x reader

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kicking my feet twirling my hair batting my eyelashes giggling to myself this is so cute 🥹🥹🥹

Sejanus and covey reader are so special to me 😫😫

scout you literally never miss!!!!

love notes with sejanus plinth and ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ please?💗💗 (during his peacekeeper time too if that's okay?💕💕💕)

The Hob has always been a rowdy place, drinking and dancing mixing with high tempers and the horrors of everyday life. More often than not, someone will start swinging before falling asleep with their head on the bar or their friends drag them safely home. Sometimes, more rarely, there’ll be a full on brawl, when life gets especially bad and even all the booze and music in the world can’t make it any better.

Tonight is one of those nights, with seemingly the entirety of District Twelve brimming with barely controlled rage, and once liquor gets added to that equation, it’s impossible to stop it all from exploding. With the frequent visits from off-duty peacekeepers, fights are either extinguished before they can start or they become full on brawls, and you can never know the difference until it’s done.

With all the time you spend in the crowd, you’ve become attuned to the little things, the slight changes in atmosphere that let you know someone’s about to start swinging. You’d been laughing at Sejanus, at the way his face twisted up every time he took a swig from the drink you’d ordered him, when you could hear a bottle hit the bar just a little too hard.

Sejanus, who always pays attention to you instead of the music on his frequent visits to the Hob, doesn’t notice the noise but he does notice that your laughter has stopped and that the smile has disappeared from your face. There’s another slam, a little louder this time, and when you wince, Sejanus puts the pieces together.

“I gotta get Maude Ivory off stage,” you say as you push from your seat, determinedly pushing through the crowd to reach your youngest cousin. You don’t think anyone would try and hurt her, but you don’t want her to see any more violence than she absolutely has to. Sejanus is hot on your heels, a comforting presence at your back as you bump and shove your way through a sea of people.

Only a few feet from the stage, all hell breaks loose, two men close to the bar pummeling each other like there’s no tomorrow. The music stops, replaced by a mixture of shouts for them to stop and hollers for them to keep going.

“I got her,” Sejanus tells you, pushing the rest of the way to the stage and gently helping Maude Ivory get down. You take her hand, rushing her backstage before heading back out, despite your slight desire to stay safe and hidden.

It’s a madhouse when you return, other people joining in on the fight after they’ve been shoved or accidentally hit by one of the two original drunks. Sejanus and his friend, the other peacekeeper off duty, rush towards the center of the crowd to pull the men apart, getting hit more times than you can count by wayward punches and a struggle to get free once the men have been grabbed. Other peacekeepers come to escort the men out, a strange silence taking over the Hob before the drinks start flowing again and Maude Ivory emerges from backstage.

When you finally see Sejanus again, he’s sporting a black eye and a busted lip, and when he notices you, he smiles so wide the cut starts to bleed again.

“What’re you doing over here?” Sejanus asks, in the middle of his peacekeeper rounds. When you’d woken up, you realized that you didn’t know what happened to him after the fight, and the guilt was practically eating you alive.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for protecting me last night,” you tell him, stopping yourself from wondering how much worse it would have been if he wasn’t there to put an end to it. He’s going to brush it off, you can tell by the way he’s already shrugging as if what he did was no big deal, so you lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek, certain that it’ll make him speechless.

Unsurprisingly, you were correct, and whatever words he was planning on speaking die on his tongue, eyes growing wide and smile growing wider.

“Make sure you put some ice on that eye,” you say as you turn and leave, grinning like an idiot and praying that no one sees you.

as always tagging my partner in crime (hehehe) @beybaldes

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[beybaldes]

wow. I am speechless

Hii! I love love love all of your finnick fics! Could I please request a fic where reader is also a victor from an earlier game and she is in an established relationship with Finnick. They both get reaped (not the same district) for the 75th games and reader gets critically hurt in the part where the cornucopia spins. Like she falls into the water after maybe being injured and she can’t swim, so Finnick has to risk everything to save her life.

I’m really looking for like a hurt/comfort with a seriously injured reader and Finnick going through hell to save her because he cannot imagine a life without her in it.

Thank you so much if you’re willing to write this or something like it, feel free of course to change anything to your liking!

two souls, one heart | f. odair

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summary: finnick refuses to lose the love of his life. your inability to swim complicates things, especially when the cornucopia begins spinning.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: pre-established relationship, heavy angst, drowning, death, bone fracture

notes: thank you so much!!! i really enjoyed writing this, shed a few tears but still enjoyed it lmao. listen to 'beginning of the end movement v' by the newton brothers on repeat for the full experience <3

A quiet nursery rhyme was being sung by the water's edge.

The calm waves around the Cornucopia lapped at the rocks, the blistering sun causing the surface to sparkle. Wiress' voice interrupted Peeta as he mapped out the arena's clock-like wedges in the dirt. Everyone was focused on the map; you should have been too.

Dark blue ripples had your eyes captivated. So tranquil. So hauntingly beautiful. Loving the sea was in your blood, as your District Four was your home. You would think coming from a fishing district would mean your swimming abilities were mastered. In reality, they were practically non-existent. No matter how many times Finnick had attempted to give you lessons, they never stuck.

Neither of you seemed to care though, always too enraptured by simply being in each other's company—feeling Finnick's hands support your body as you floated on the surface...

"Don't you let go of me, Finnick Odair, or I swear to god I'll drown you."

"Will that be before or after you drown first?" he chuckled, though ultimately tightening his grip on your body in an attempt to reassure you.

....hysterically laughing when he got wiped out by a sudden wave...

"No way! I can't—" You broke into a fit of laughter— "I can't believe that just happened!"

"Are you laughing at me, sweetheart?" Finnick asked, trudging through the water towards you, his hair drenched and swept across his forehead.

"Yes!"

You doubled over, knees buckling as you struggled to contain your laughter. Despite trying to put up a serious front, Finnick too let a few chuckles slip at the hysterical sight of you.

"Oh really?"

Just like that, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into the cold water, earning him a squeal just before you crashed together below the surface.

...and washing up on the sandy shore in each other's arms, salty lips capturing one another.

"I'm covered in sand," you murmured against Finnick's lips.

He gave you another kiss before pulling away. "It's okay," he said, pecking your lips again. "I'll help you wash off in the shower when we get back." And then sent you a stomach-flipping grin.

Even though you wouldn't trade those memories for the world, if you had known your life would soon depend on the ability to swim, you would have paid much more attention to the lessons.

Finnick stood closely beside you, his trident digging into the dirt as he gripped it tightly in case of an attack. He had noticed your drifted attention, observing the way your eyes stared at the rippling water, like death was lurking just beneath the surface waiting to drag you down to the murky depths.

He could protect you from most things in the arena, but fear was something entirely different. A trident couldn't defeat the darkness in your mind.

A hand slid onto your lower back, rubbing gentle strokes to gain your attention. Your gaze tore from the blinding blue and settled onto Finnick's face beside you, watching his mouth curve into a light smile. You knew the silent words he was trying to convey: 'You're okay, sweetheart. I've got you.'

For a fleeting moment, the anxiety had disappeared. How could anything ever go wrong with Finnick by your side? The corners of your mouth quirked, preparing to send him a smile in response. But it never came. Something new had caught your attention. The woman by the water was no longer singing.

Wiress had been murdered.

The second Katniss let her arrow fly into Gloss' chest, everything around you seemed to explode into action. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong—Murphy's Law. And it did.

The Careers had initiated an attack.

Charging forward from the waterside was Cashmere, determined to avenge her brother's death. Instinct quickly kicked in and the spear in your hand was sent barrelling through the air and into her chest. As you watched her body slump to the ground, an enraged yell came from the side.

Finnick was fighting Brutus.

With your only weapon lodged within Cashmere's chest, aiding Finnick was impossible. Enobaria revealed herself beside Brutus, displaying her vicious fangs and throwing a dagger that sliced a small cut across Finnick's shoulder. Though the wound was minor, your heart lurched as he cried out in pain.

Before a single thought in your brain could form, your legs were moving. Not towards Finnick, but after Enobaria. Remember who the real enemy is—screw that. Finnick could have died. Your Finnick. He called out your name, his voice hoarse and frayed, but you continued on, hatred fuelling each step. It seemed Katniss and Johanna had the same idea, following behind you with their weapons bared.

Salt water sprayed onto your face, but you paid it no attention. Nor did you notice as the jungle surrounding the island began to blur into one overwhelming hue of green. Only when your body was thrown to the harsh rocky terrain did you realise what was happening.

The Cornucopia had started to spin.

Nothing could compare to the terror you felt as gravity's merciless force dragged your body toward the violent waves surging against the rocks. Just as your lower legs breached the edge, a hand grabbed onto your own. Katniss. She too was hanging onto Johanna whose only lifeline was an axe buried in the rocks.

A moment—that was all you were given to scan your surroundings. Supplies and sharp-edged weapons were flying everywhere. White water was spraying into the air. Finnick, who was thirty feet away, was gripping onto a rock ledge whilst keeping Beetee from sliding into the furious waves. His head turned to the side and even from a great distance, your eyes met.

It was at that moment you knew, you just knew the odds weren't going to be in your favour. God forbid you lived a simple happy life with the man you loved, days spent together on a calm beach. God forbid the Gamemakers gave you one last chance to be in his arms. God forbid you survived.

And with that sudden realisation, the universe, sick as it was, decided it was time.

Your hand began slipping from Katniss's; an unseen tear fell from your eye, and you smiled. A smile of goodbye sent to the love of your life. His face contorted into one of agony, lips moving but you couldn't hear his voice over the roaring waves. Still, you knew exactly what he was shouting.

"NO! NO!"

There was nothing he could do but watch your body disappear into the waves, repeating over and over "no, no, no," and praying his cruel eyes had deceived him. They hadn't.

Dark blue was in every direction you looked. The undertow tossed and rolled your body like a ragdoll in a washing machine and despite your attempts to swim, the surface only seemed to be slipping further and further out of your reach. Darkness engulfed you, so thick that you couldn't tell which way was up or down. That was when the panic set in.

Your arms and legs thrashed frantically, struggling against the water's force, desperate to reach safety or an air pocket. Cold water flooded your throat as you gasped uncontrollably. You screamed as every attempt at breathing felt like fire burning in your lungs. Finnick. Where was he? Where were you? What was happening? Why wouldn't it stop?

Thoughts submerged your mind in terror, and you were powerless to stop them. All you could do was feel. Pain. Fire. Burning

At some point, the Cornucopia had ceased its spinning and your body came to a rest in the water. An eerie calm suddenly washed over you; a sense of clarity stilled your wild movements. This was the end. There was no future. No hope. The world above wasn't yours to call home anymore. You now belonged to the sea.

Of course, your water-logged mind had forgotten that home was where the heart was, and your heart was still beating... above the surface, in the aching chest of another.

Tendrils of hair floated around your face like fronds of seaweed. Rays of sunlight penetrated the surface, turning the surroundings a vibrant sparkly blue. As you sank further down, the water, now a comfortable lukewarm, cradled you in its embrace. It felt safe, like being in Finnick's arms again. Like home.

You gazed at the sun's rays; they looked beautiful. You felt beautiful. But time was running out and the bright light soon began shrouding your entire vision, though not before you witnessed a dark figure dive beneath the waves.

**********

Finnick loved the ocean. He spent most days in District Four down by the beach, swimming, spearfishing, and watching the sun rise and set on the blue horizon. If he believed in reincarnation, he would have imagined himself to be a lionfish or dolphin in his past life, living in an underwater world, free from tyranny and oppression. He loved the ocean.

But that love was incomparable to what he felt for you. So, when he dove into the rocky waters to save you and felt the currents fighting against him, he determined there was nothing he hated more than the ocean. Not as he watched its strong grip drag your motionless body further down below him.

Your back had just touched the soft seabed when he swam far enough down to envelope you in his embrace. He should have swum you back to the surface immediately, but in his distressed state, he couldn't help but foolishly stare at your lifeless appearance. Your skin was blue. It's just the water's colour, he told himself. Your eyes were closed. She's just asleep. Your neck didn't pulse under his touch. She's... She's...

He had no justification for that. Feet planted firmly on the sandy floor, he propelled both himself and you back up to the surface. As Finnick paddled back to the Cornucopia, the others reached down and helped lift your limp body onto the rocks.

"Is she...?"

"Peeta," Katniss quietly reprimanded him.

Finnick paid them no attention. He said nothing but trauma screamed in his eyes. His breathing was ragged and his hands were trembling as he frantically checked your pulse again—in both your wrists and your neck; he even pressed his ear to your chest. All he heard was the waves lapping against the rocks.

"No," he whispered again.

It seemed to be all he could say anymore. No. No, this couldn't be happening. You were just standing beside him a few minutes ago; your eyes were just looking into his. However much he tried to deny reality, it didn't seem to make it any less true. You were gone.

He choked out a rough determined breath, interlocked his hands over your chest, and began pressing repeatedly over your heart. Wet strands of tangled hair were strewn across the rocks like dead seaweed. The usual soft pink accompanying your cheeks was nowhere to be seen, devoid of any life.

"Come on, sweetheart," he muttered before pulling down your chin to blow air into your lungs. The kiss of life. And when nothing happened as he pulled away, he restarted the chest compressions. "Oh, don't do this to me," he begged, voice breaking. "Don't do this. Breathe."

Any moment now. Any moment, your eyes would flutter open, the colour would return to your glowing skin, and your heart would beat with life beneath his hands. Your lips would whisper his name and he would pull you into his arms, where he would keep you safe until the end of time.

"Breathe."

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Nothing. He did it again. Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Silence. Maybe he should've just ripped his heart out and replaced yours with his own. Death would come for him within seconds but hearing something beating inside your chest would've made the sacrifice worth it.

Life would flash before his eyes and your beaming smile would be the last thing he'd get to see. His last thought would be of relief that you were alive.

Johanna rested a tentative hand on Finnick's shoulder. "Finnick, she's—"

"No, she's not!" he exclaimed, continuing his movements. "She's fine. Aren't you, baby? You're fine." He cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your soft skin before he pressed his lips to yours and blew twice. "You're fine."

The golden bangle around his wrist glimmered in the sunshine as he pressed on your ribcage. All he had to do was keep you alive until Plutarch rescued everyone. One simple task and he failed.

"Finnick, we have to go," someone said. Who? He didn't know nor care.

Leave me, he wanted to say. Leave me here to die. Let the Careers mutilate my body, take my life, my last breath, but let it be by her side.

Something cracked beneath his palms and he knew one of your ribs had fractured. His arms stilled, half-expecting you to cry out in pain but then he remembered. And with that sickening crack came a devastating realisation—you really were gone.

A sob erupted from his throat and his head fell to your chest, drenching your already-soaked wetsuit with hot tears. Everything else seemed to disappear. The arena, the Careers who could attack again at any moment, the spectators who were avidly watching. Everything.

It was just him and you. He didn't care that his screams and deafening sobs could bring unwanted attention or jeopardise the group's safety. Any tribute with half a mind would know crossing him in such a state would be a fatal flaw. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Nothing mattered. Life no longer had meaning.

Finnick pulled your lifeless body onto his lap and cradled you protectively in his arms, lightly rocking back and forth. His forehead rested against your own, cold and damp. You always were the cold one, needing his touch to light a fire beneath your skin. He loved having you rely on him for warmth, but not like this.

"Come back to me, baby, please," he begged almost inaudibly. Tears were running down his cheeks as he brushed pieces of hair away from your face. His lips were on yours once more, heartbroken and painfully delicate; not to fill your lungs with air, but to fill your heart with his love in the hopes it would be enough to bring it back to life. "Don't leave me."

Pleas, prayers, begs, and wishes flew past his lips, over and over. And then they stopped and Finnick simply stared. Silence fell across the entire arena. The birds didn't chirp, the other tributes remained quiet, and the trees stood still. Even the water had calmed, resembling a perfectly flat mirror.

Finnick only had three words left on his tongue. Three final words to give you, wherever it was that you were. He slowly leaned down, squeezed his stinging eyes shut, and pressed a long farewell kiss to your forehead. His eyes remained closed as he parted from your skin, unable to take another look as he whispered his final goodbye.

"I love you."

And then, for the first time since he had rescued you from the blue depths, he felt his heart beating again. Just like yours was.

**********

There was a voice, distant yet reassuring—a lifeline to consciousness. Black was all there was. Coldness was all that was felt. It was desolate. But that voice... that voice was so anguished yet so familiar and encouraging that it lit a fire inside your chest, warming you from the inside out.

In the distance of the dark void was a figure, their body made entirely out of a pulsating golden light. Each word the voice spoke enhanced the light's brightness. "Come... me, please..." Brighter. "Don't leave..." And brighter.

The light was warm and comforting, just like the voice attached to it. Whoever's voice it was that brought the light resonated deep in your mind, tugging at the strings within your heart.

Your heart.

The thumping in your chest was weak, almost non-existent, but it was still there. Though it seemed time was running out. Pitch-black darkness outweighed the golden light ten-to-one; you could feel its cold breath creeping onto your back. So, you started running towards the figure. Sprinting. Until all that surrounded you was golden.

"I love you."

Water. At first, it came trickling out in two fluid streams from the sides of your mouth. Then suddenly, it was spraying into the air as choked coughs forced the liquid from your burning lungs. Light flooded your vision—not golden and inviting, but vivid and overwhelming.

There was something warm beneath your legs, against your arm, rubbing at your back, holding you in an upright position. While you heaved, dry-retched, and gasped, that soothing warmth remained.

As your airways began to clear and the expulsion of water ceased, your half-lidded eyes rolled around the area. Still dazed and disoriented, you struggled to make out what surrounded you. There was immense rippling blue, vibrant hues of green in the distance, dark rough grey beneath you, and elongated blobs of colour that stood a few feet away.

"Just–just keep breathing, sweetheart." That voice. The one belonging to the figure of light that brought you back. It was madly repeating the same words over and over. "You're okay", "Deep breaths", and "You're alive."

Shaky fingers brushed the stray wet strands of hair from your face. So warm. With the little energy you had, your head turned to seek out the golden light again. And you found it.

The blinding sun shining down reflected off his bronze hair, turning it a divine golden hue. His brows were raised and scrunched together as though he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing. Deep lines were etched into his tear-streaked skin, evidence of his previous turmoil. Those sea-green eyes stared at you, afraid that if he so much as blinked, you would fall lifeless in his arms once more.

"You're here," he whispered.

Finnick. YourFinnick. Your light.

When your eyes met, a splitting grin lit up his face, made up of an inconceivable amount of raw emotion. You weren't sure what to do—smile, laugh, cry, kiss him? Your mind was scrambled, overwhelmed with love for the beautiful golden-haired man in front of you.

Without warning, your face scrunched up and the tears began flowing. You weren't sure why you were crying. Maybe it was because you had just been brought back from the brink of death; maybe it was because you couldn't believe someone actually cared so deeply about you.

Finnick cradled your face in his hand. "It's okay," his voice trembled, tears now cascading down his cheeks. His smile, however, never disappeared. "You're okay. You're safe now. I'm not letting you go."

He took your face into two large hands, brought you to his lips, and pressed a tender kiss to each tear that rolled over your skin. One of your hands rested over his; the other was placed against his chest, feeling it rise and fall so you could synchronise your breaths.

His arms moved to pull you tightly against him, almost like he was trying to merge your body with his. Or perhaps, it was your soul. You didn't care about the pain aching in one of your ribs. You wanted to tell him that his soul was already intertwined with your own, but words couldn't describe the sentiment as profoundly as you felt it.

In the simplest of terms your water-logged brain could muster, you whispered, "You're my light, Finnick."

Brows scrunched together, he looked down at you, fighting back the urge to start sobbing in your arms. If he had been anywhere else, if there wasn't an entire country watching, he would've gone on for hours, explaining how stupidly, selfishly, and incredibly in love with you he was.

But he couldn't do that. Not now. So, he placed his hand over the one you had resting on his chest and readjusted its position. He could feel the thumping, even through your palm.

Your eyes were full of emotion as you stared up into his. You already knew what his next words were going to be and for the first time since you were thrown into the water from the Cornucopia, you smiled.

Rhythmically, your hand and his pulsed together. Finnick's gaze flickered across your face and he grinned. "You're my heart."

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[beybaldes]

THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 peacekeeper Sejanus is actually everything to me I need more fics about that era of his life 🥲🥲🥲🥲 you do him so much justice In everything you write but there might now be a special place in my heart for peacekeeper Sejanus x covey reader

pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶

also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️

anywayss, I have a new idea!!

-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her

-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭

thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶

ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏

AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)

The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.

You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.

Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.

Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.

When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.

The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.

After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.

These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.

In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.

Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point

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[beybaldes]

congratulations on 1k 🥳🥳🥳 one of the best writers on this app, always in such a beautiful way and true to their original character too ❤️❤️

to celebrate 1k followers (holy shit), I figured we could have a little party!! running from January 1st through the 7th, but you can feel free to send in asks starting now!! and because this is my way of showing my love and appreciation, please feel free to send in as many asks as you’d like, but please know that I might not get to all of them <3

love notes - send me one of the characters from the list with a prompt, and I’ll write you a little blurb <3

photograph - send me one of the characters on the list, along with an aesthetic or vibe or color or whatever tickles your fancy, and I’ll make a moodboard <3

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cards and letters - this one is limited to my wonderful friends on here (simply because I know them better <3), but send in this prompts for a personalized moodboard or playlist because I love you all dearly <3

Characters:

Sejanus Plinth

Coriolanus Snow

Finnick Odair

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Keeley Jones

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Prompts:

soft sentence starters

domestic prompts

physical intimacy

romantic gestures

I am so eternally grateful to every single one of you, it may sound ridiculously but this little space on the internet is truly one of my favorite places to spend my time. I was always a weird little girl making elaborate stories in my head, preferring to spend my time with fictional characters inside my brain, and being able to still do that and create a wonderful little community makes me so unbelievably happy. You all mean the world to me, so truly, thank you so much for 1k <3

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please write sejanus as a boyfriend!!! (if you’re still procrastinating of course) <3

Sejanus as boyfriend out now!!!!!

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[beybaldes]

Sejanus as your oblivious boyfriend i sooo want that if you can write it :)))

AHHHH I did it!!!! New part out here <3333

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*･゜ﾟ･* okay so more then one person (thank you anons and reblogs and comments <333) asked for it so… (also super special shout-out to my love @alwritey-aphrodite who’s talented mind is always full of the most perfect Sejanus thoughts and is always willing to talk them through with me <33)*･゜ﾟ･* mention of smut but non written

sejanus plinth as your oblivious boyfriend

- okay so first things first, the obliviousness very much comes across as innocence to most to people

- it definitely doesn’t help that he blushes every time you look at him or touch him or talk to him either

- wether reaching for your hand, kissing you, holding you, it doesn’t matter Sejanus’s cheeks are deep red and hot to the touch

- it’s ridiculously sweet and so Sejanus

- that’s something you notice really quickly into your relationship; that everything he does is just so… him

- one of those being the way he squeezes your hands to let you know he loves you because sometimes he struggles to get the words out (because he just gets speechless around you)

- or the way he will drag you into his lap at every given convenience because he loves it more then anything

“wait, there’s no more chairs, let me grab one.” You pressed a chaste kiss to Sejanus’s lips, missing the way his cheeks flushed as you turned to find an empty seat to bring to the table. “Be one second.”

“No need, sweetheart.” Sejanus wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you into his lap with a soft thud. His arm almost immediately wrapped around your waist and squeezed, while the other moved from your wrist to your hand, playing with your fingers. He turns his head slightly to face yours, noses brushing at the suddenly closer proximity between the two of you - taking advantage of the position he finds himself in, Sejanus captures your lips with his in a soft, loving kiss. When he finally pulls away leaving your breathless, he looks a little disheveled, and you think you fall in love with him a little more. “Sorry Coryo, you were saying?”

- another of those being how he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow every damn time, like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it and he has to get all of his emotions out and into you

- fucks you like that too

- after your first kiss in the hallway of the academy however, it does take him a while to build up the confidence for him to kiss you without you initiating it (just like he had to with holding your hand)

- and when he finally initiates a kiss for the first time, it’s in his bedroom while Ma and Mr Plinth are downstairs

legs tangled together, your head against his chest, uniforms wrinkling as you cuddled further into each-other and Sejanus’s fingers ran through your hair. “And that one is andromeda.”He pointed at the glow in the dark stars that he and his ma had stuck to his bedroom ceiling when he first moved to the capital. “And beside her is Perseus. Two lovers immortalised in the stars forever.”

“How did they become lovers?” You asked, turning to look up at sejanus, your cheek pressing against his chest.

“They believe that on his way home from slaying Medusa, Perseus found Andromeda chained to a rock as she was supposed to be sacrificed to a sea god. But instead, he killed the sea monster, saved andromeda and married her.” Sejanus smiles and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen; something soft and all-consumed with the love he feels for you. “I think they are my favourite constellations.”

You leaned into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss under his jaw, and then returning to your place against his chest, ear against his beating heart. “And why’s that Sej?”

He looked down at you, a soft smile pulling on his lips. “They remind me of us.” Before you could ask how they did, he continued with an explanation, his hand moving to cradle your face. “Feel like you found me… saved me. You saw the boy from the districts when no one else did, saved me from losing that part of me to the claws of the Capitol, and one day - if I’m lucky - maybe you’ll marry me too.”

When he finishes speaking the two to you are looking at each other, lips a hairs length apart and just begging to share a kiss. As you’re about to ask, Sejanus leans forward and puts his lips on yours - the first time he’s ever kissed you, rather then you kissing him - and it ignited a hunger in the pit of your stomach. Leaning into the kiss, you wrapped the arm that had previously been across his stomach around his neck, pulling yourself further up his body and into his touch. Sejanus aided in your mission, lifting you over him so that you now sat in his lap, lips never leaving the touch of the other the entire time. You have no doubt that the kids would’ve escalated further if it hadn’t been for the shout of his Ma calling the two of you for dinner.

when you finally pull away from each-other it’s with heaving chests, tousled hair, swollen lips and red cheeks. “you’re quite the charmer, sejanus, did you know?”

a laugh bubbled from Sejanus’s chest, his head tilting back and hitting the headboard gently as she admired you. “if the way you kissed me has anything to say on the matter, then, yes, yes I do.”

- dinner, this time at least, was still warm when you made it to the table to meet his parents for the first time as his partner

- however the first time you’d ever come over to the plinths house was just as his friend, but Ma had known from the moment she saw you, the two of you would end up together

- so had Strabo, not that he’d ever admit he cared enough to know

- you had been 9 years old and walked in their front door hand in hand with their son; who they’d so far assumed had made no real friends in the Capitol

- you had a wide and bright smile with two missing front teeth, and you didn’t even say hello, dragging Sejanus upstairs before he could even say anything to his own parents

- only when you’d finally got upstairs did you pause, turning to Sejanus with a laugh

“Which one is your room?”

- and when Ma called the two of you down for dinner, she finally heard you speak for the first time

“I loved those cookies you made Ma, did you learn how to make them in district 2?”

- that sentence alone had made her certain the two of you would be perfect for each other: not only had Sejanus shared his treats with you, but he’d been comfortable enough to talk about his life in district two with you

- sure, everyone knew the plinths were from two, but that was because of gossips and the arrival of new people to the capital(which never happened) but you were the first person he’d willingly told, and she knew that meant something

- Ma is literally your biggest supporter, always routing for the two of you to be together and happy

- ALWAYS calling you sweetheart, like nonstop 24/7, all day, everyday, everywhere

“sweetheart, you’ve got… here, lemme.” “um, actually, sweetheart…” “come ‘ere, sweetheart, let me get a closer look at that gorgeous face of yours.” “fuuuck, sweetheart, just like that, don’t stop, keep going.” “gimme a kiss, sweetheart.”

- however, when he’s not calling you sweetheart, Sejanus is loser bf incarnate

- like SUCH a loser but very much in an Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker kind of way

- you will be giving him every sign in the book, practically throwing yourself at him and he’ll just be like ‘what are we?’

- this doesn’t ever go away in the entire course of your relationship

- you’re very glad that you were so upfront about explaining your feelings for him initially because otherwise you know you wouldn’t have got together

- the first time you try and initiate anything more then kissing he had zero idea what was going on

‘sweetheart, what are you- ? I- ahhh- fuck- keep going.’

- literally never initiates anything for the first time because he lives in this constant state of ‘what if they don’t really like me :((((‘

- he’ll still be like that if you’re 80 and old and grey and married

- like there are 10 million things you love about him and he doesn’t understand a single one for some strange reason???? And is always doubting himself?????

it’s nearly midnight and Sejanus still can’t sleep. he’s tried, he really, really has - he’s tossed and turned, cracked open the window, counted sheep and tried drinking warm milk like his ma used to make, but nothing was working. the cool air of a mid summers night breezes through the bedroom as he turns on his side to face you, beautiful you. You who’s hair spreads out against the in a hall around your head, who is sleeping peacefully yet still turns into the warmth of Sejanus’s touch when he wraps an arm around you. He doesn’t know what he’s ever done or will do to justify the universe letting him be yours. He hopes in the darkest hour of the summers night he’ll never have to find out.

“You should take a picture.” You murmured, breaking the warmed silence of the room. “It’ll last longer.” a smile curled on your lips even as you kept your eyes closed, turning your head deeper into the soft pillow in hopes sleep would find you again. when it didn’t, Sejanus’s eyes still on you keeping you awake, you pulled yourself closer to him, eyes finally opening. “What’s wrong baby… can’t sleep?”

“Why are you with me?” Sejanus asked bluntly, face lacking the warmth it usually held. “Like, seriously, why? I don’t-“

you cut him off with a firm poke to his shoulder. “Don’t even go there.” A hand came up to caress his cheek, running along the smile lines that had only deepened with age. Sejanus leaned into your touch, eyes closing as he preened into the love that exuded from your palm alone. “I can’t name a single thing I don’t absolutely, completely, utterly and truly love about you.”

Your hand moved to run through his curls, still as dark as when you’d met him, but now with streaks of grey running through it. He looked so handsome growing old, especially at your side. “I love how kind and selfless you are, and how you stand up for what you think is right regardless of what others think. I love how you know who you are and how you know everyone you loves coffee order just in case. I love how your brows pinch when you’re confused or worried and how your smile lights up every room you walk in to. God, Sejanus, I’d marry you again, and again, and again, if I could.”

Sejanus pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a slightly softer one immediately pressed to the skin just under your eyelid as soon as your lips left yours. “Thank you.” He whispered, as if saying it could make you take it all back. “I love you.”

- he’s so freaking in love with you

an : thanks for the love on the first part!! Hope you enjoyed mwah <33

tags : @marjorieisreading @celestialstar111 <33

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[beybaldes]

he wanted to be a medic🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

STOP I CANT EVEN “has everything fallen to shambles in my absence?” YES!!!!! SEJANUS HAS!!!!!

An arranged marriage au sick fic inspired by the lovely and talented @beybaldes (as always)

After you didn’t show up at the academy for a whole day, Sejanus was a little worried. When you didn’t show up for the rest of the week, he was downright terrified. None of your other peers seemed to share the same anxiety, waving away your absence as if it was a regular occurrence, as if you haven’t had perfect attendance for your entire life up until this point.

At the end of the week, instead of walking straight back to his house after classes were finished, Sejanus turned in the opposite direction and headed towards your estate, far too restless to wait and see if anyone knew if you were ok. At any rate, he didn’t think he’d be able to sleep if he didn’t see you with his own eyes, having spent the last few nights tossing and turning and getting less and less sleep the longer you were gone.

Knocking on your front door, Sejanus was a ball of nerves, suddenly worried he’s overstepping or intruding, but before he can turn and run, your mother is opening the door. He doesn’t even need to ask before she’s settling her face into a gentle sort of smile, the way someone would look at an injured child or an orphaned puppy.

“She’s up in her room, if you’d like to see her,” your mother steps back to give him room to enter the house, “she’s been sicker than ever but seems to be on the mend, so I’d still recommend keeping a bit of distance.” She winks like she knows Sejanus will do the opposite of following her advice, and it takes all of his willpower not to sprint up the stairs to reach your room.

He knocks before he enters, more gentle than downstairs, but he doesn’t wait for your answer before creeping inside. It’s dark, the window shades cracked slightly to let in a little sunlight, and the air is heavy and a little stale. Still, Sejanus has never been happy to enter a room in his entire life.

“Come to visit me on my deathbed,” you croak out, doing your best to prop yourself up onto the mountain of pillows taking up a majority of your bed.

“I was worried,” he tells you, still feeling worried at the sickly sight of you. If this is you looking and feeling better, Sejanus’s heart aches to wonder how you were doing before. He hesitates only slightly before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, waiting for a scolding from you that never comes.

Using the back of his hand, he presses against your forehead, feeling the tacky warmth and nodding to himself. Your fever is all but nonexistent at this point, but the stuffiness of your room definitely isn’t helping you recover.

“Do you mind if I crack the window?” He asks, poised to move but willing to stay if that’s what you want. When you nod, turning your head away from him as you clear your throat, he rushes over to open the windows as quickly as he can, making sure to open the curtains as well, knowing you’ve been laying in the dark for the past few days.

When he sits back down, he can’t help but trace the curve of your jaw with his fingertips, needing to touch you after so long apart, needing to remind himself that you’re alright after being consumed with worry all week long. He knows it’s really none of his business, but he wishes you would have told him, would have let him come over and take care of you. He wouldn’t mind getting sick, not if it meant spending time with you.

“Has everything fallen to shambles in my absence?” You ask, a teasing tilt to your voice that makes Sejanus’s heart flutter. Your skin is shiny with sweat and still a slightly sickly color, but he could still swear he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as you. He catches you up on everything that happened at the academy while you were gone, omitting the complete lack of concern from your peers at your week long absence.

“Your hair is getting longer,” you reach out to gently tug on one of the curls by his neck, completely unprompted, once he’s finished with his recap of the week, “it looks nice.” It makes him feel a little sick, the fact that you might look at him, admire him, the same way he does to you. You let your hand trail down his neck and the slope of his shoulder, tracing the length of his arm until you can intertwine your fingers together. He’s lucky that it’s still a little dark in your room, so you can’t see the fact that he’s starting to look a little feverish from all your attention.

“I’m sorry if I get you sick,” you tell him, making no move to drop his hand. The both of you know that your illness has run its course and that just holding his hand won’t transfer it to him, but it seems like the right thing to say, even though he went out of his way to see you, knowing that he very well could get sick.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he tells you as sincerely as possible, squeezing your hand like it’s your own secret language, a way to say things you can’t possibly put into words, “it would be worth it.”

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[beybaldes]

“Your Sejanus, sweet, kind, beautiful Sejanus, is much too good for you, too wonderful and kind for you, with all of your cracks and flaws and faults. It seems like a cruel joke to set the two of you up together, someone so whole and someone so broken, someone so kind and someone so jaded.”

GAGGED you write them so beautifully 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 I love with everything about them

THEY KISSSSSSSSSED!!!!!!!!!! now make them kiss again :DDD

PLZ PLZ PLZ MORE ARRANGED MARRIAGE SEJANUS??PLZ?

The realization hits you all at once, like a train speeding down the track. The weight of it makes you lose your breath, room spinning and swimming in and out of focus as if you’ve been poisoned. You haven’t, you know that, so you force a smile onto your face and nod along to whatever story Sejanus is telling you, his eyes all lit up as he gestures animatedly.

It makes you sick, just how sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful Sejanus is without even knowing it because no one’s ever told him. You should tell him, and you would, if you were able to form words, but that skill seems to leave you whenever you look Sejanus in his big brown eyes.

“Do you wanna get some air?” He cuts himself off, voice clouding with worry as he sets his hands on your shoulders, his gentle, kind hands that you think about so much. He’s so observant, able to notice a slight change in anyone, and always so caring, especially when it comes to you.

The air was starting to feel a little suffocating, so you nod and allow Sejanus to slip his hand into yours, leading you from the crowded room and out of your house, down your familiar path to a little clearing in the trees, a secret spot just for the two of you.

Taking gulps of the fresh night air, you squeeze Sejanus’s hand in lieu of a thanks. His grip slackens, so you take the hint and drop his hand.

“Wanna finish your story?” You ask, looking at the stars instead of him because you can’t possibly speak when you’re face to face. It’s a new development, and not one that you’re proud of.

“Oh, it wasn’t important,” he bats the suggestion away, as if it would be ridiculous for him to be able to get through speaking without someone or something cutting him off. He’s too kind, never wanting to stir up trouble and letting people act however they want towards him. You know he’s brave too, and you’re just waiting for the day that he’s fed up with all the comments and jabs that come from the academy.

“It’s important to me,” you gather yourself to turn and smile at him, grin growing at the shocked look on his face because he’s just too adorable. The shock gives way to a blush, and he nods and clears his throat before finishing his story. At some point, the two of you end up sitting on the ground, despite your expensive clothes, and you find yourself wondering if you’d be able to move a bench here without anyone noticing.

When his story ends, you just sit in silence, enjoying the feeling of the warmth radiating off of Sejanus by your side. You want to curl up against him, rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes for a while, but before you can even think about it, he’s twisting his upper body to face you.

“Thank you, for listening,” he says, as if listening to him talk about anything is a chore, when you could sit and listen to him talk about whatever he’d like for hours on end. You want to wrap him in your arms, you want to kiss him, you want to do anything to let him know exactly how you feel because you’re not sure how much longer you can handle the ache in your chest whenever you look at him.

“I’ll always listen to you,” you tell him, sincerity coloring your voice as he ducks his head, as if he’s the one unable to hold eye contact for longer than a minute without losing his mind. Your Sejanus, sweet, kind, beautiful Sejanus, is much too good for you, too wonderful and kind for you, with all of your cracks and flaws and faults. It seems like a cruel joke to set the two of you up together, someone so whole and someone so broken, someone so kind and someone so jaded.

You can’t dwell on how wonderful he is for too long, though, because he’s settling one of his kind hands onto your jaw, stroking his thumb up and down your cheekbone as if he can sense the sadness welling up inside of you and has decided to dispel it. You follow suit, cupping his jaw in your hands and enjoying the feeling of closeness and needing to get closer.

The two of you lean in at the same time, and suddenly you’re kissing Sejanus Plinth and it’s like the world finally makes sense. It's your first kiss, a little awkward but all sorts of lovely, and you never want to stop, never want to be farther apart than you are right now with no space for you to breathe. He pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead on yours, and you keep your eyes closed, replaying the moment over and over while his ragged breathing fills your ears. You wonder if his heart is pounding as quickly as yours, if he can hear it slamming against your ribcage as you try to steady your own breathing.

“Kiss me again,” you whisper into the millimeters of space between you, fearing a rejection until he’s leaning impossibly closer and your world shrinks down to what’s right in front of you, just you and Sejanus in the little clearing behind your house, and nothing else exists, nothing else matters.

Dedicated to @beybaldes who I love dearly and who lets me scream at her about these losers <3

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