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[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week, day 4 : marriage

[sleepy-gee]

🦋 desolation - avox!coryo au - snowjanus week day 2

🦋 day 2: canon divergence 🦋 “All snow melts under heat, dear boy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, hold still..”

🦋 trigger warnings/tags: gore, blood, dark fic, mutilation, starvation, dehumanization.. the whole nine. dunno what you'd call it but coryo is put into a market system and sold so warning for that too. vomiting.

🦋 a/n: this is for you, avox!coryo nation

“Tell me, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul hummed, running a gloved finger along the edge of her blade. Coriolanus’ mouth went dry. Any second now, that blade would silence him for eternity. “Was it worth it? Your little plan to save your songbird?”

Coriolanus didn’t answer yet, dropping his gaze to the marble floor of her lab. Highbottom’s taunts echoed in his head on repeat like a scratched record– “You hear that, boy? It’s the sound of snow falling..” He couldn’t have failed. Snow’s don’t fall. They pull through. Always have and always will. He bit his tongue to hold back some of the tears that threatened to slip. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

“I urge you to speak now, young man.” Dr. Gaul took a step towards him. “I fear you won’t have the chance to again for a very, very long time.”

“.. What do you want me to say?” He croaked. “Do you want me to beg? To plead for your forgiveness and mercy?” Coriolanus glanced up at her, gaze as venomous as the snakes she loved to toy with.

“If you did, I fear you’d make a fool of yourself.” She grabbed his chin harshly. “You knew the consequences and yet you still cheated. All for some girl you barely knew.”

“She wouldn’t have stood a chance if I didn’t..” Coriolanus stuttered, trying to pull away from her grasp. “It’s not right.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart now. It’s much too late for that, Mr. Snow… You say you won’t beg for mercy, but in a way, you are. A convict on trial, saying whatever he can to get himself out of the death penalty.” Dr. Gaul laughed, a horrid sound. “Predator turned prey.. Isn’t that funny? You climbed your way to the top of the food chain, only to get forced back down to the bottom of it.”

The tears in his eyes finally gave away. The taste of iron filled his mouth, no doubt from the abuse of his poor tongue. Sick as it was, he relished in it. Relished in feeling the weight of it in his mouth, every little thing he could taste in there. Death would’ve been better than this, he thought. But weren’t they the same thing? He’d be reduced to nothing. A hollow shell unable to speak or express himself. Trapped in silence forever. The fear he felt made it nearly impossible to breathe, too.

“Aw..” She wiped one of his tears away. Coriolanus pulled back like he had burned her. “All snow melts under heat, dear boy. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, hold still..”

...

A cruel memory, one he tried to block out. Filled with panic and broken screams. Blood pouring out of his mouth onto his lap, a waterfall of consequence settling into a pool on the ground beneath him. He tried and tried to plead for help, begging for her to stop, but she never would. Sadism used to taste so sweet, Now it was cold and bitter. Served cold just like her revenge, she said. Revenge for what, he wanted to ask. For ruining her games? For giving her the show she wanted?

Was it all a mistake?

The Dean’s confrontation was playing on repeat in his head. If he had said something different, done something else..

“President Ravenstill has left your form of punishment up to me. I talked amongst my fellow colleagues and we believed that being sent to the districts as an anonymous, peacekeeping grunt might’ve been suitable.. But then an Avox walked in.. and I had another one of my brilliant ideas. I thought, if he’s anything like his father– Which he is– Then having him go to the districts would be just as bad as having him walk free.”

“Still..” He stammered. “Don’t you think that’s too far?”

“Like I said, anyone caught cheating will simply have no future at all. You made your bed, Coriolanus. Time to lie in it.. I think a good night's rest will do you some good. It’s the last you’ll be having for a while.”

Then, he was sent home to spread the news to his family. But the second he got home and saw the hopeful looks in his family’s eyes, the words got stuck in his throat, and all he could do was sob. They sent a van to take him to Dr. Gaul’s office before the sun was even up the next morning, leaving him with little to no time to say goodbye or get things in order. Somehow, he’d managed to fit in a little nap on the way there– It’s not like he could do anything.

His last (coherent) words, officially, were “Don’t fucking touch me-!”. At least that made him sound stronger than he actually words. He’d never live it down if he spent his last moments with the ability to speak sobbing and pleading.

After the ordeal, they left him for around ten minutes– Alone, bleeding out, but God did it feel like eternity. When they did return, they loosely patched him up and left him alone again. Coriolanus spent most of his ‘recovery’ period sleeping.. Because what else was there to do? When he wasn’t sleeping, he was staring at his mangled reflection in the little mirror one of Gaul’s assistants had left.

A week later, they tossed him out into the market. Coriolanus wasn't aware the Avox market could be so bustling, but it was.. And, God, was it miserable. Chained and pulled around like a circus animal, put on display.

The things people said made him sick.

"You sure are a pretty one.. But I'm afraid I'm out of room."

"Why is he marked up so high? I know he's a Snow, but geez.. 5k for an Avox is too much."

They talked about him like he was a fucking dog. A dog. He was a Snow, for fucks sake. A Snow! Scratch that, a real person. A person with emotions, thoughts, feelings..

He was sick to his stomach. This was the government he had advocated for?

...

Coriolanus stayed on the market for about a week or so (he couldn't tell. Time was a fucking blur) until someone finally decided to "buy" him. He was loaded into the back of another van and dumped into another basement.

This.. Is my new forever, I guess.

...

He'd fallen asleep again. What else was there to do? He was told he had two weeks to recover before they'd put him to work. At least they had a little humanity. He was the only Avox in the house too, apparently, so he knew he'd be overworked.

Oh well. Nothing I can do now.

Coriolanus was attempting to fall asleep for the millionth time when the door to his room opened, and a stream of light came pouring in..

Followed by a voice he thought he'd never hear again.

"Hey, Coryo. I brought you some soup.."

Sejanus fucking Plinth.

Coriolanus sits up quickly, blinking away the tears. The Plinths are the ones that bought him?!

"Take it easy.." Sejanus sat next to him, holding a glass bowl filled with delicious smelling soup in his hands. "I know you're probably confused.. And scared. I wouldn't blame you."

What the fuck am I supposed to do? Coriolanus wanted to say. He felt his mouth move out of habit. But there was no tongue to move.

"We, uh.. Caught word of what happened. So I begged my parents to buy you.. I think it made my Pa happy, letting him spend some of his money on me." Sejanus stirred the soup with a spoon. "I couldn't risk anything happening to you."

Coriolanus gave him a small hum of acknowledgement. Great. He's going to live out the rest of his days as a servant to the Plinth family? District scum? Ugh.

"Pa put me in charge of taking care of you, so.. We'll be spending a lot of time together, eh?" Sejanus tried to cheer him up with a smile. Stupid boy. The smile faded. "I.. Got you some soup? I dunno how well you can handle food right now, but I didn't want you to go hungry.. You look like you need it."

Sejanus held up the spoon to him like he was a toddler. This is what I've been reduced to. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and let the soup pass. The vibrant taste he was expecting- Courtesy of Ma Plinth- was let down by the taste of nothing. That's odd. Ma's creations are normally delicious–

... Oh.

Another thing. He'd never taste again.

Coriolanus swallowed the soup awkwardly, grimacing. It hurt, but it was better than nothing.

"There you go.." Sejanus hummed, continuing to feed him. "I'll get you as good as new in no time.."

He finished the bowl rather quickly, finding himself disappointed when Sejanus set it to the side. Shouldn't there be more? He's barely had anything in weeks. Refeeding syndrome is a very real thing, but he's gone off of less for longer and eaten more right after.

Sejanus placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're safe now. You're troubles are over, Coryo. I'm gonna make sure of that."

Coriolanus glared at him. You're wrong. They've just begun.

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[mr-nauseam]

SnowJanus Week Day 1. First Meeting . Coriolanus remembers the first time he saw Sejanus.

He was a little boy, the shadow of the slide covered him completely, he had brown hair, and curly, as if they were snails. A boy who was trembling, while holding a bag of gumdrops, and who was looking at him with those big eyes, full of fear and hope.

He hesitated to approach Coriolanus, who was sitting on a bench, away from the other children and their clumsy games in the mud. He couldn't get dirty, he had no other shirt to wear, so he was simply watching them, pretending to be better than them, when in reality he foolishly longed for the chance to join in their antics.

Sejanus plucked up his courage, and broke the distance between the two, held out his bag of gumdrops, and in a hurried, barely legible manner asked him if he would like to take one. The laughter, and the squeaking of the swings stopped, all the children turned to look at them, intrigued by the audacity of Sejanus to offer one of his absurd gummies to a Snow. They were small, at the time, so they didn't really understand the weight of the rumors completely, they only knew that Coriolanus' father died at the hands of a district rebel, and the intruder who came to their classroom, two weeks ago, seemed to fit such a description.

Sejanus was from the district and was surely a rebel —what was that if not someone who disrupted the order, and his mere presence here in their homes disrupted everything they knew. And it didn't stop there, Hilarius Heavensbee had taken it upon himself to inform them all that, Coriolanus was to be feared. Hilarius tried to insinuate on some occasion that Coriolanus stole an extra dessert from the cafeteria, and received in return, the absolute humiliation of being exhibited before everyone as the child who eats his boogers when no one sees him. Since then the girls, —especially Juno Phipps, who liked him and whom he had given a chocolate bonbon to during the spring festival—, would not want to shake his hand and would turn away with a disgusted expression every time they passed him in the hallway.

Simply lethal. So they all waited expectantly for Coriolanus' response to Sejanus' existence: Would he push him in the mud?, or Make a mocking comment about how tangled his hair looked?, or Take his bag of gumdrops and eat them in front of him?

They all silently agree that it all depends on what little Snow wants from the Plinth boy, or rather what he has to offer; his tears, his candy, his fear. Be that as it may, nothing prepares them to see Coriolanus' hand stretched out in front of Sejanus, silently asking him to give him a gummy bear. The district boy then offers him a smile, stupidly big, and an excessive handful of gumdrops. Before Coriolanus puts his reward in his mouth, he thanks him in a whisper. And Sejanus' reaction, is disproportionate, he takes a seat next to him with a jump, and hands him the whole bag, and starts talking to him, until he runs out of air, about who knows what things.

Coriolanus doesn't remember his words, only, how strangely tender Sejanus looked as he chattered uncontrollably. He almost didn't seem annoying and inconvenient. The children decide to go back to their games, in confusion, only Arachne and her huge bow tie frown, and she seems ready to break the moment until Snow, stares at her, in the sunlight, turning his blue eyes almost white. Arachne trembles, because she understands the message, he doesn't want her to come closer, she knows it, because it's the same way Coriolanus sees her, in silence, every time she asks to take their lunch in his apartment, after their play sessions, in the small park, which is close to the Corso. She shakes herself to shake off the ugly feeling, that runs through her body, it was amazing how scary and weird Coryo could be at times… or all the time. . The answers they all want bombard Coriolanus the next day at school, but he just shrugs and tells them that he didn't bother Sejanus, because he wanted a gummy, and if he made him cry, he was going to wet them. It's simple, straightforward, and logical, but it doesn't explain why he let the district rebel greet him when he entered the classroom, nor why he accepted the cookies he offered him, nor does it explain the strange game they both started to play, in which they pretended they weren't friends but acted as such.

Upon entering the academy, everyone resigned themselves to give up trying to understand what happened, perhaps time would clarify the mysteries behind Coriolanus' feelings and actions, so ambivalent about Sejanus, whom he kept far and near, whom he cared for and controlled, whom he loved and hated.

[autigay]

howdy i've never done anything like this before but i am nothing if not a snowjanus shipper so here's my offering for day 1 of snowjanus week tehe (wrote this in like 30 mins so it's not my best rip)

no warnings or anything, word count 621

sticky fingers (snowjanus week day 1)

coriolanus snow does not do messy.

so when sejanus plinth showed up that fateful school day—with his bag of gumdrops in hand and his sticky fingers—coriolanus tried to steer clear. as if it wasn’t bad enough that he was district, he had to be dirty too. how many times had his grubby hands been in that bag? and after the boy shoveled a handful of the gumdrops into his mouth just to reach for more, coriolanus knew he’d never go near the things.

unfortunately, it was as if coriolanus was a magnet for the kid, who was velcroed to his side before he knew it. he became the boys unofficial guide to the new school, so sejanus and his sticky fingers followed coryo around like a puppy for the entire day. coryo did his best to be as cordial as possible; not bullying like the rest of the students, but not being overly friendly. and every single time sejanus held out his bag of gumdrops for coryo to freely take from, he vehemently refused despite the growling in his stomach.

it was the dullest day imaginable, of course, giving sejanus many free moments to poke and prod coriolanus about his life. the district boy clung to any answer coryo would give, hanging on his every word, sharing anecdotes about his own life as well.

this is what i get for being nice, coriolanus thought as the boy tried to offer him candy again for the millionth time. when he, again, politely declined, sejanus looked sad but said nothing else.

when the school day finally ended, coriolanus seemed to have shaken the curly haired kid at one point or another and was decidedly glad that he could walk home in peace. that was until he walked out the front doors and saw a group of boys surrounding sejanus, laughing at him. coryo groaned internally—keep walking, it’s none of your business—but he looked up at just the wrong time. he made eye contact with sejanus now, who’d been shoved to the ground and was blubbering, making the bullies laugh even harder. ugh.

coriolanus changed course, heading straight for the group.

“hey, just leave him be,” he heard himself say, putting his body in between sejanus and the group of boys. “he didn’t do anything to you.”

there were a few snickers—oh coryo’s got himself a little boyfriend!—but after enough time they grew bored of coriolanus blocking their access to sejanus and filtered out, with vague threats of being back to mess with the boy again tomorrow. coryo turned to sejanus and, after coming to peace with the idea in his mind, reached out a hand to help him up.

sejanus’ sticky hand gripped his, and he pulled the boy up to his feet. he even bent over to pick up the fallen bag of candy that was somehow even stickier than sejanus’ hands. the whole affair had coriolanus wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and wash his hands, but instead he walked sejanus home. it didn’t even seem to faze him that, during the walk, sejanus’ hand snuck back into his and stayed there until they arrived at their destination.

“thank you for being so nice to me today,” sejanus muttered when they’d finally reached his front door. he shifted awkwardly and offered up the bag of gumdrops. “you can keep ‘em.” something about the boy looked so earnest, so vastly different from anything coryo had ever seen, that he found himself accepting the bag and reaching in to take a few. as he walked home with his candy and his sticky fingers, he’d come to find the idea of sejanus’ mess…tolerable.

[snowjanuses]

Snowjanus Week Day 1- First Meet

In My Head

Summary:

Coriolanus hadn’t taken the easy route, joining in with his friends, baiting and bullying the new boy from the districts who had shown up earlier that week, a bag of gumdrops clutched between shaking hands as he cautiously scanned the playground.

After all, Snows didn’t bully. They didn’t need to.

But just because he refused to bully Sejanus Plinth didn’t mean he liked him.

Far from it.

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Trapped in the nurse's office with his usual horrible headaches, young Coriolanus Snow is forced into his first conversation with Sejanus Plinth. He finds out that he's a hard person to hate, but that won't stop Coriolanus from trying.

Prompt from the Snowjanus Week list by @sleepy-gee 💜

(click the link at the top for the full story!)

[tumblingghosts]

SNOWJANUS WEEK 2024 [X]

DAY 1: FIRST MEET

like a beacon in the night

Summary:

For as long as Coryo can remember, he has dreamt of warm brown eyes and the mysterious person they might belong to. It doesn’t change much about how he meets Sejanus Plinth.

[bloodredlolipops]

Day 2: Canon Divergence (SNOWJANUS!!!)

(Note: I didn’t know what to do for this one, so this was the result😃)

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If he and Sejanus didn’t die in this arena he was gonna kill that district boy himself. He was risking his life to get him out. For what? Putting bread crumbs on a dead tribute? What’s the use in that? He didn’t care about whatever customs the districts have.

He slowly approached Sejanus, looking around to make sure no tributes could sneak up on them. “I’d thought they’d send my Ma,” the curly haired boy said.

“Yeah I wished they had,” he said, putting a hand on Sejanus’s arm as he stood up. How stupid is this? Risking his life just to get a little chance at a prize? It’s not like there’s any other way to get money. The Plinths have a whole lot of money. Maybe…

Don’t think about that. Don’t think about- dating Sejanus. It wouldn’t be too bad…

He could get money for his family, and he wouldn’t have to worry about saving him all the time. If Sejanus was smart, he wouldn’t put his ‘boyfriend’ at risk. Maybe he could date Sejanus. He looked at the brunette, seemingly on the verge of tears.

He grabs the side of Sejanus’s head with his palms. “We’re dead if we don’t leave right now. Come with me. Spend your father’s money. Do some real good.” Sejanus tried to turn his head away, but Coriolanus kept his gaze on him. “Don’t just be another dead body in Gaul’s war.”

“I can’t. It’s not-“

“Sejanus. Sej. Trust me,” he whispered, “I can’t lose you.” He took a deep breath, kissing the brunette on the lips. He felt Sejanus untense, returning the kiss. The sound of an ax scrapping echoed above them.

Coriolanus broke away to look up at the female district 7 tribute who had a confused look on her face. He looked back at Sejanus who also had a confused look.

“Come on, let’s go. Before something else happens,” he reaches for Sejanus’s hand and grabs it, pulling him to the turnstiles. “Why’d you kiss me?” Sejanus asks.

“You’ve been my friend since we were, well, eight? You’re kind, compassionate, your Ma makes good food. You’re also financially capable.” Coriolanus talks and talks about Sejanus. He doesn’t even think twice about it. Maybe he actually likes Sejanus that way.

That’s impossible. Sejanus is district. He can’t like someone who’s district. Let alone a boy. Yet he continues to say everything perfect about him, explaining why he loves- no. Not love. Likes. Why he likes Sejanus. That doesn’t make it any better does it?

“I didn’t know you thought so highly of me,” Sejanus smiles. “Well I do,” he says.

Was he telling the truth? Was he telling a lie? Did he care? Did he actually care? He hadn’t thought about it. He likes girls. He knew that. He can’t like boys. He can’t. The future president of Panem can’t like boys. Can he?

Before he knew it he was home. Laying in his bed with his thoughts. He couldn’t have feelings for Sejanus right? It made no sense. It didn’t. But that kiss felt so real. So… amazing. What was wrong with him? He liked girls. But boys… boys were cute too.

Oh no.

[too-early-for-katniss]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sejanus Plinth/Coriolanus Snow Characters: Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Hospital, POV Coriolanus Snow, Doctor/Patient, Medical Inaccuracies, Pre-Relationship, Weird Fluff, I can not emphasize enough the levels of weirdness in this fic, Coriolanus Snow Being an Asshole, but not to sejanus, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Series: Part 1 of Snowjanus Week 2024 Summary:

Of all the places Coriolanus Snow could have met his soulmate, on his table at the ER was probably one of the worst.

[For Snowjanus Week Day 1: First Meeting]

[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week, day 1 : first meetings

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snowjanus week, day 3: angst

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snowjanus week, day 2: canon divergence

[sleepy-gee]

Snowjanus Week 2024! Going from March 25th to March 31st

Prompts:

(3-25)Day 1: First meet

(3-26)Day 2: Canon divergence

(3-27)Day 3: Angst

(3-28)Day 4: Marriage

(3-29)Day 5: Academy!Snowjanus

(3-30)Day 6: Peacekeeper!Snowjanus

(3-31)Day 7: Free choice

RULES:

-OTHER SHIPS ARE ALLOWED BUT SNOWJANUS MUST BE THE MAIN FOCUS

-THE PROMPTS ARE LOOSE! GO WILD

-TAG ALL SUBMISSIONS WITH #SLEEPYSNOWJANUSWEEK SO I CAN SEE/REBLOG

-NSFW IS ALLOWED BUT PLEASE TAG IT ACCORDINGLY

have any other questions? feel free to ask!!

reblog if you're interested ^^

[tbosasgunsandroses]

snowjanus week, day 6: peacekeeper

(lyrics are from joanna newsom’s ‘soft as chalk’. unfortunately, some parts of the song don’t really work for snowjanus, but i love the first half of it for their time in peacekeeper training. and yes, i swapped out ‘mourning doves’ with ‘mockingjays’ bc it’s fun and works syllabically :3 )

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snowjanus week, day 5: academy

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snowjanus week, day 7: free choice (ballet au)

[sleepy-gee]

✒️ hooked - snowjanus week day 1 - based on this post

✒️day one: first meet ✒️ in order to graduate, coriolanus needs to have a certain amount of community service hours on his record.. oh, brother. luckily, the ever generous plinth family is offering internships to students, giving them a glimpse of the wonderful world of business. each student is assigned a "mentor" who is supposed to show them the ropes. and lucky for coriolanus, he got the best of the bunch– the heir to the plinth throne himself. little does he know, this internship isn't as innocent as it seems.

✒️trigger warnings: none :]

✒️ a/n: i have no idea what this is. happy snowjanus week lmao. also please do read the post link on the far right, it gives some context 🙏🙏

It was a field trip, really? A fucking field trip? Could there be anything more juvenile than this? The last time they had a field trip was in Elementary school, when they took a trip to Dr. Gaul's lab– To show off all of her amazing inventions for society. All they really took away from that day was a goodie bag filled with questionable candy.

The first day of Internship Week at the Academy. Students sign up to spend the week volunteering at a local business and by the end of the week, fill out a form saying whether or not they'd like to continue their service with said business. Most of them were cutesy bakeries or small shops, owned by women who surely were old enough to be considered fossils. Fabricia's store downtown even offered a position, but none of them caught Coriolanus' attention.

Coriolanus wanted a job in the government, which came to a shock to most others. Really? I thought you'd be a writer or something.. Clemmie told him when she found out. How dull, he thought. What good will being an author do him? No. That's not the life he wants.

Snow lands on top. And he'll do everything in his power to make sure he will.

So, he's interning at Plinth Enterprise's, a company that went big in the Dark Days. Supposedly, they sold weapons.. But the money they had accumulated couldn't have just come from weapons, surely. It was a big conspiracy.

The bus ride there was uncomfortable and rickety. Only a dozen roads had been fully patched up after the war, most still fill of potholes. The ones in Downtown– Where Plinth Enterprise's resigned– were halfway patched.

At least he was alone. Only maybe five other students chose to intern at Plinth Enterprise's, Felix Ravenstill and Festus Creed being the most notable.. Well, scratch that. Felix didn't interest him. Festus was a good enough of an acquaintance to consider a friend. But not good enough to sit with.

The bus came to a screeching halt, causing Coriolanus' head to slam against the window he was leaning on. Great.

He stepped off the bus, met with the towering sight of Plinth Enterprise’s, at least 30 stories tall. Do they really need this many floors? He thought, leaning his head back to try and get a glimpse of the top. They just manufacture weapons.. Surely they should be in a factory, or at least near one. The only things to be seen were skyscrapers and other various buildings, though. No factories or warehouses in sight... The windows all had a gloomy tint to them. Were they trying to hide something? Now that would be funny.

A funny looking man came through the glass doors at the front (“what is it with rich people and glass?”), and declared himself their tour guide. He gave a name but Coriolanus could care less. It was almost like looking in a mirror with the way the guide was dressed– White dress shirt that was clearly too tight hidden by a dark blazer to try and counter it. His slacks seemed to fit him just fine, though. Coriolanus envied that. He was squeezed so tightly in these clothes it felt like his head would pop off his shoulders any moment.

The interior of the building was just as elegant as the outside of it– Lush black carpets and leather seats, a basket of fresh fruit on every table. Coriolanus’ stomach rumbled at the sight, thankfully covered by the hustle and bustle of the employees in the lobby. Everything and everyone was dressed in monochrome colors. It was almost like stepping into a new world.

Their guide led them down a hall and up two flights of stairs. I really shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, Coriolanus thought with dismay. His head was already beginning to cloud and feel airy. Stay focused.

They were led through another set of doors into a giant, pale room with staircases sprawling out on either side of a landing. It had a railing and everything. This very place is the definition of "look at me! I have money!"

The guide then went into a clearly over-rehearsed speech about what they would be doing– Acting as assistants, basically. Messenger boys. Fucking fantastic. They were to be assigned a mentor of sorts who would give them their assignments and educate them on the business when they had the time.

The doors at the top of the landing opened, and a boy in a suit came out. Now he looked like he belonged here– Buff frame with curly brown hair, stubble coating his chin and cheeks, all wrapped up in a nice black suit.

Coriolanus' stomach fluttered. Now is not the time to get a crush. And his voice? Oh, just as heavenly.

"We're all very, very glad you're here." Smooth, low, but if you listened close enough, you'd catch some grit. Like a ripple in a pond.. The boy pulled out his hand from his pocket– Gloved hand, oh fuck– And unfolded a white slip of paper. "I'll be reading off your mentoring assignments. They'll be here shortly and we can get this show on the road.."

He cleared his throat. "Mr. Creed, you'll be with Athena." He glanced up. "Mr. Ravenstill.. Woo, what an honor. You'll be with Tiberus. Mr. Pennyworth, you're with Caesar.. And.."

The brunette stared him down with a gaze that was bordering on intimacy. Coriolanus felt himself start to sweat under the collar of his much too tight dress shirt. He didn't even know this boys name, and he was already thinking things that would get him fired on the spot.

The boy wet his lips, looking up from his paper wirh a grin before gesturing a finger at Coriolanus. "And you, blondie.. You're with me."

Oh, fuck. Just what I needed.

The mentors and their interns soon split up. Christ, did he look better up close. "May I ask for your name, sir?" Coriolanus asked, trying to keep his eyes focused on the boys face at least.

"Professionally?" He took a step forward, placing his gloved hands in his pockets. "Mr. Plinth." Oh, fuck. "But.. I've never been one for professionalism.. So call me Sejanus."

"Sejanus.." A sweet name for a sweet looking boy. "I'm looking forward to our time together."

"So am I." Sejanus smiled at him.

This was going to be a long week.

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