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slaybestieslay946 · 11 months ago

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Luke Castellan and Persephone!Child (I know she doesn’t canonically have Demi-god kids but I feel like it fits well) with a story similar to Eurydice and Orpheus’s sad tale.

thank you so much for your request, it acc ties in really well to a fic idea ive had for a while, so i was so excited to see this in my inbox!!

Circle

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word count: 1800

pairing: luke castellan x persephone!reader

warnings: death, minor depictions of violence, angst

a/n: partly inspired by the request, partly by mitski's song 'circle' honestly i think it made this extra gut-wrenching. hope you all enjoy!

'Nobody knows my lover, is buried underground.'

When Luke Castellan received his quest, everyone knew who he would pick to take with him.

Immediately, he turned to you, flashing you a bright grin, and beckoning you towards him. You laughed, wading through the crowd to your lover, smiling brightly all the way.

The rest of camp half blood rolled their eyes fondly at the pair of you, and just how disgustingly in love you were.

It had been like this ever since you arrived at camp half blood, mere months after Luke himself.

You’d been escorted to the Hermes cabin by one of the older campers, and sat down on a bunk bed. You had looked around the place, lost, confused, and homesick.

And then a boy stepped up to you, asking how you were, what your name was. And gods, even at the age of 14, you knew he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. Luke thought the same about you.

He was so drawn to you, he couldn’t stay away.

Now, even 4 years later, nothing had changed.

He was openly enraptured by you, just as Hades was with your mother. He was never seen without you by his side, so of course he’d pick you to bring on his first quest.

A few days later, you set off, Luke’s half-brother, Chris Rodriguez in tow. Everything started off well, you’d managed to locate someone to tell you where the Garden of Hesperides was, in order to retrieve the golden apple that you had been sent for.

On the way there, you hardly encountered any monsters. You lived comfortably, even if you slept in motels every night, and dined on gas station food.

It all went downhill when you finally reached the garden.

You and Chris stood guard whilst Luke stepped towards the tree, no sword in his hand. You kept your spear gripped tightly in your hand, should he awake the dragon sleeping at his feet.

He eventually reached the foot of the tree, taking a deep breath before reaching up into the branches, and trying to snag one of the apples. Meanwhile, you didn’t take your eyes off the dragon, watching it for any sign of movement.

And when it finally opened its dark eye, looking up at Luke, you ran forward, sprinting towards it with your spear outstretched to stab it.

But you weren’t fast enough, and it turned, slashing a talon across your chest, and sending you collapsing onto the ground, blood soaking into your shirt.

Luke darted towards you and in his rush, he wasn’t able to avoid the sharp tail of the dragon whipping across his face, leaving a fine cut all the way down it.

He ignored the biting pain, barely able to register it when all he could see was you, lying on the floor, a pool of blood encircling you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered, patting your cheek gently, cradling your body to his chest, “You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Just open your eyes for me baby.”

You struggled to do as he asked, looking up at your lover with confused eyes.

“You-” You coughed, “You have to go. It’s over for me. Gonna go see mom.”

“No, no. Gotta stay with me. We can get through this.” He cried, brushing his thumbs across your face.

“I- I- I love y-you. W-we’ll s-see each other ag-gain.” You did your best to smile, and while all you wanted to do was reach up and hold his face, you found you didn’t have the strength to do so.

He continued to cry and beg you to come back, but it was all for nothing, you’d gone silent, and your eyes were all still.

And then vines began to wrap around your body, pulling you into the earth, down towards Persephone, your mother.

Luke kept crying as they took you away from him, leaving nothing but your camp necklace behind.

“Hey, man, we gotta go.” He heard Chris call, and he whipped his head around to berate him, until he saw his half-brother was currently in combat with the dragon that had killed you.

He was right, they had to go.

He scooped your camp necklace off of the ground, and ran towards his brother, who detached from his fight with the dragon to run away from the garden. Luke followed after him, tears streaming down his face the whole way.

When Luke got back to camp, he was different. Numb.

Annabeth ran up to him when they descended the hill, a bright smile on her face at her older brother's return. It faded slightly when she saw you weren’t right beside him.

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, looking around as if you’d pop out from nowhere.

“Gone.” Was all Luke could manage to say, pulling his little sister in for a hug he so desperately needed, confirmation that at least she was still here.

For the next few months, he barely left the Hermes cabin, only ever going down to the amphitheatre in the early hours of the morning, where he could be seen slashing recklessly at wooden dummies left right and centre.

He didn’t know how to live without you. He always thought you’d be with him forever. He had this vision that together you would grow old, and would die while sitting on some front porch, holding hands as you went at the same moment.

Now he realised that it was a pipedream. You were demigods, it was never going to work out like that.

But he couldn’t go on living like this. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning if you weren’t beside him. So he formed his plan, to go down to the underworld and retrieve you himself.

His father was the god of travellers, and your mother was the queen of the underworld. It could work.

So he travelled to the entrance to the underworld, your camp necklace in his hands, and prayed. First to your mother, asking for an audience, and second to his father, asking for use of his access to the underworld. It was the first time he had ever asked Hermes for anything, and if this worked, it would probably be the last. He’d never want for anything again if it meant you were with him again.

And it did work. The gate opened to him, a long staircase down into the darkness. Luke descended quickly; he didn’t want to keep Persephone, or you for that matter, waiting.

He soon found himself pushing through crowds of lost souls, keeping a look out for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He then turned his attention back to reaching Persephone’s throne, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally found himself at the foot of it, looking up at the goddess herself.

“You requested an audience with me, Mr Castellan. I hope this is not about my daughter.” Persephone said sternly, looking down at the demigod, her fears confirmed when she saw the string of beads clutched in his hands.

“It is, but-”

“There’s no buts. I can’t do anything about your predicament. It is not within my jurisdiction.” She declared, her voice growing regretful, “My daughter is in Elysium, and that’s where she must stay.”

“My lady, I understand that this is difficult for you. But we both know Y/N… died before her time. She would want to come back. She deserves to have a life.”

“And you would give that to her?”

“Yes.”

“And you would protect her, better than I can?”

Luke gulped, “Just as well.”

The goddess sighed, and muttered, almost to herself, “We have had this problem before, persuasive mortals and their tales of love. Let’s see if you can fare any better, Luke Castellan.”

“I will release my only daughter from the underworld, on one condition. As you lead her back into the world of the living, you mustn’t look back at her. She will be following you, trust me on that, demigod.”

“And if I do? Look back?”

“Then you will never see her again. Not in your world, nor mine,” She looked down at him once again, a sad look in her eyes, “Now go, exit through the fields of asphodel, she will follow you from there.”

Luke nodded firmly, and turned back around, returning the way he came, smiling more brightly than he had in months.

He was going to see his Y/N again, all he had to do was not look back at her, how difficult could that be?

He pushed his way back through the fields of asphodel, keeping a tight hold of her camp beads. As soon as they reached the surface, he would string them around her neck again. He’d be able to hold her face in his palms, to kiss her, to hug her. Everything would be alright again.

As he returned to the staircase, he felt a rush of wind behind him. It had to be her. Then, to confirm his suspicions, he heard soft footsteps on the stone staircase. Luke smiled to himself once again, wishing so desperately that he could greet her, but not wanting to break Persephone’s rules.

He continued up the staircase for what felt like hours, it was definitely taking him a lot longer this time. The thing that kept him going was your footsteps behind him, a reminder that you were still there, following after him.

Until they stopped, right as he became able to see the light coming from the living world above him.

He paused for a moment, listening out for you. But he couldn’t hear anything besides his panting breaths and the odd screech of a harpy.

Luke began to grow worried, a pit forming in his stomach, but he kept climbing the stairs. Persephone told him you’d be following, she wouldn’t lie, would she?

Or maybe it was all some elaborate joke. Fortune hadn’t been on his side recently.

Maybe he should check. Just a peek, it couldn’t hurt, could it? What was so wrong about him looking back anyway, why shouldn’t he want to see his lover, the girl he would do anything for?

So he did. He turned, to look over his shoulder.

And of course, you were right behind him, just like your mother said you would.

At first you looked joyful to see him, and then your face fell in horror as you realised what he had done. You reached out to touch him, to hold on, but you couldn’t quite reach. And then you felt yourself being pulled back, away from him.

Luke watched on in horror as you fell back into the abyss.

#luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fanfic #pjo #luke castellan #x reader #angst #mitski #mitski circle #mitski lyrics

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theic-manic · 5 months ago

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Greek Deities: The Spooky God-Squad Part 1: Melinoe

I am going to start posting about the lesser-known, chthonic and otherwise monstruous and/or spooky Greek deities, demigods etc. and the first proper post in this series is dedicated to none other than

Melinoe: Goddess of Ghosts, Spirits. Madness, Nightmares, Propitiations to the dead & haunting the living

Etymology:

Melinoë may derive from Greek mēlinos (μήλινος), "having the color of quince," from mēlon (μῆλον), "tree fruit". The fruit's yellowish-green color evoked the pallor of illness or death for the Greeks.

A name derived from melas, "black," would be melan-, not melin-. Melinoe: “Soothing One,” “Gentle-Minded,” or perhaps “of the Color of Quince” (6) (7)

Parentage

Mother: Persephone

Father: Hades* or Zeus disguised as Hades

Melinoe's parentage is giving Maury paternity test episode on mount Olympus.

Normally I wouldn't cover parentage much however the unique story behind Melinoe's paternity helps us to understand her better

(My personal bias for disclosure: my father is a human version of Zeus's unpleasant qualities and Jupiter aka Zeus is in my natal chart as well as being one of my Soul Parent deities)

Grab some popcorn and a cup of tea!

*Hades may have been thought to have been the father but Maury (Mythologists) have some news...

So how did Zeus father Melinoe?

Some say trickery (7) others say reincarceration/ Hades+ Zeus combination (1)

"In literature, Melinoe is known to be the daughter of Persephone and Zeus which seems quite simple but really is not. At the time, Zeus was reincarcerated in the Underworld and had multiple facets. Persephone was impregnated by Zeus in one of Hades’ avatars, a Plouton. This means that Zeus and Hades were two gods in one.

Persephone, therefore, was impregnated by Zeus, in the form of a Plouton, at the bank of the river Cocytus. In Greek mythology, the Underworld had five rivers flowing in and out of it. Among them is Cocytus which is known as a fierce river where Hermes was stationed to escort the newly deceased souls into the underworld. The impregnated Persephone lay there and birthed Melinoe, another one of the illegitimate children of Zeus.

The lust of Zeus had left Persephone stripped of her virginity and she felt angry at what had Zeus done to her. Melinoe who was the goddess of the Underworld, the wife of Hades, and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter was now bearing the child of his father, Zeus. Melinoe was thus born at the mouth of the river and because of her close relation to the underworld, her abilities and goddess powers were also highly influenced by it."

Note: Her brother Zagreus was conceived via more obvious trickery

"He was a son of Zeus and Persephone who had been seduced by the god in the guise of a serpent." (5) Her potential half-sibling Makaria (Goddess of Blessed Death) is considered to be the child of Hades in the Byzantine encyclopedia Suda. I say potential because no mother is ever named however in the Heracleidae, Makaria is the child of Heracles and offers herself to be sacrificed to Persephone to save her family. (8, 9)

Offspring:

None.

"Melinoe did not have any offspring, neither divine nor mortal. Her essence was more intertwined with the spirits she governed than with creating a lineage of her own." (4)

Physical Appearance:

Description of Melinoe further leans into the Zeus-paternity lore as below -

"Her limbs were black on one side and white on the other, a manifestation of her dual chthonic and heavenly nature." (2)

"The translation of Thomas Taylor (1792) has given rise to a conception of Melinoë as half-black, half-white, representing the duality of the heavenly Zeus and the infernal Hades. This had been the interpretation of Gottfried Hermann in his annotated text of the hymns in 1805" (7)

Sound familiar?

While the Hellenic gods have overlaps with many Norse deities (I was previously a Norse pagan) Melinoe is one of the few with a near identical Norse equivalent: Hel

Hel was the daughter of trickster god Loki, a death goddess, and also described as physically appearing to be half dead:

"The entity Hel is depicted as half beautiful woman and half blue, decomposing corpse" (3)

Unlike Hel, she has been described as being clad in saffron. (7)

Having followed Hel as a Norse pagan in the past, I am pleasantly surprised and grateful that Melinoe has approached me during my Hellenic practice which leads me to...

Melinoe's Domains:

Ghosts

Spirits

Nightmares

Madness

Propitiations and offerings to the dead

Fear & anxiety

Necromancy

The Night

Duality (courtesy of her parentage)

The Underworld

The soul's passage

Correspondences:

Caveat:

This list is a mixture of Mythology, what has been reported by others working with her and anything I have experienced I will add personal experiences where relevant however please know that as with all deity signs, symbolism etc. your own personal experiences are what counts, also factoring your geographical location etc.

E.g. Some of the traditional flora and fauna associated with many Hellenic deities may not be present if you reside somewhere these aren't native however local flora & fauna may apply based on their symbolism so please use your own intuition, discernment & research. - Days of the week: Saturday, Monday and the 13th.

Tarot Cards: The High Priestess Death The Moon Queen of Swords 5 of Swords

Animals: Dogs (usually when they're howling), Bats, Corvids (Ravens, Crows etc.), Snakes, Butterflies, Moths, Scarabs, Cicadas, Black cats

Symbols: Grave yards, cemeteries, ghosts, crescent moon. bones, black & white objects and visuals, Torch or candles, Vampires, Dracula, Vampirism (as a spiritual concept) and anything one would associate with death magick.

Foods (can be used as offerings): Milk, Pomegranates, Mint, Poppy seeds, wine, Honey

Herbs (teas and incense): Lavender, Mint

Signs Melinoe may be reaching out:

Disclaimer: Since Melinoe is associated with fear, anxiety, madness and other arguably terrifying phenomenon please ensure that you are ruling out mundane causes such as sleep deprivation, stress etc. & reach out to your treating doctor.

You start seeing her correspondences or feel drawn to them.

E.g. my work-friend's brother-in-law passed away recently and right before it dawned on me that Melinoe was reaching out to me (the Cthonic deities are so damn subtle) I felt called to buy this person butterfly themed gifts to express my condolences.

Also before I realised she was reaching out I had some very vivid dreams of Scarabs which has significance around death 7 rebirth and protection.

My linked tumblr post also includes some other synchronicities, such as on the day I recognised her I saw a lot of random bat symbols, felt drawn to wear my bat bracelet, had the urge to wear black & white, and was approached by a friend regarding topics such as nightmares and necrophilia.

You start seeing Hades and Persephone symbolism or you pull Hades & Persephone tarot cards (linked post on Tarot identification) but the energy/vibes don't feel like either of them.

E.g. I recently kept pulling Hades & Persephone cards while not feeling their energies, however by looking at other synchronicities and using some discernment I figured out that it was actually Melinoe reaching out.

Since she is a "lesser" deity & not a lot about her exists, it can take longer to recognise her since our discernment can be tainted by what we are exposed to, especially when looking up symbols to rule out who is and isn't reaching out.

Prior to this, earlier this year I felt called to create a Chthonic altar which I dedicated to Hades at first based on my knowledge at the time.

Looking back, especially adding my sudden interest in vampirism and other symbols I realise this was me becoming aligned with Melinoe rather than Hades or Persephone.

You have or you feel called to perform baneful magick that causes mental distress, nightmares, madness etc.

(Something I did against a rather unpleasant ex-colleague and HR around the time I felt drawn to Vampirism)

Modern ways to honour Melinoe:

As with all the Cthionic babes: Shadow work

Desktop/device background art you associate with her (unfortunately Hades II game has flooded the image databases)

Consume spooky content, especially horror (if you feel comfortable doing so).

Pray/talk to her, keeping in mind that she is often quiet (it turns out this is very much a Cthonic deity vibe and I will elaborate on this in a post on Neurodivergent deity practices).

Embrace Chaos

Creative expression (art, music etc.)

Create playlists for her or listen to spooky playlists. Personally, I like Ice Nine Kills

Horror & spooky movies Some suggestions based on what I could locate online: Movies that feature ghostly apparitions, necromancy, and the manipulation of the dead. Examples: The Frighteners (1996), The Others (2001), or Only Lovers Left Alive (2013). Blair Witch Project (any of them except Blair Witch Book of shadows imo) The Ring and/or Ringu (Series) Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) - A classic horror movie that explores the realm of nightmares, fitting for Melinoe, the goddess of nightmares. The Witch (2015) - A horror film set in 17th-century New England, exploring themes of witchcraft, folklore, and the supernatural, which resonates with Melinoe's connection to magic and the unknown. Coraline (2009) - A stop-motion dark fantasy film that explores the idea of a parallel world, fitting for Melinoe's association with the underworld and the realm of the dead. The Devil's Backbone (2001) - A Spanish horror film set during the Spanish Civil War, exploring themes of death, loss, and the supernatural, which aligns with Melinoe's connection to the dead. Supernatural Thrillers: Films that incorporate elements of mystery, suspense, and the unknown, often featuring characters who interact with the dead or the supernatural. Hereditary (2018) - A psychological horror film that explores the themes of grief, loss, and the supernatural. Examples: The Sixth Sense (1999), or The Orphanage (2007). Verónica (2017) - A Spanish horror film that explores the themes of witchcraft, folklore, and the supernatural. The Autopsy of Jane Doe Not an extensive list, go with what feels right.

Video games: Again, not extensive- Soma Amnesia (series) Silent Hill (series) Castlevania (Series) Outlast (Series) Phasmophobia Mundaun

Melinoe's communication style: From personal experience, I have found Melinoe to be non-verbal, and as such her communications tyle with me tends to be via Pendulum/Spirit boards, Tarot & imagery. This seems to align with her portrayal in Lore Olympus as deaf/mute (I've not read enough of the comic to know her full story there). Cthonic Deities in general tend to be fairly quiet and solemn, at least with casual worshippers rather than devotees however that's for another post. i have mentioned my communications with Melinoe recently

Notable posts about Melinoe:

Sources:

1. https://ancient-literature.com/melinoe-goddess/

2. https://www.theoi.com/Khthonios/Melinoe.html

3. https://www.worldhistory.org/Hel/

4. https://olympioi.com/demigods/melinoe

5. https://www.theoi.com/Georgikos/Zagreus.html

6. https://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Melinoe

7. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melino%C3%AB

8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaria 9. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children_of_Heracles

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slaymitchabernathy · 4 months ago

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Homecoming

| a companion to 'Visiting Day' |

Coriolanus is more than smug when he feels the train start to pull out of the station.

Goodbye Peacekeeper base, goodbye tiny shack that constitutes as a living space, goodbye grimy showers.

Goodbye District Twelve.

Coriolanus relaxes back into his seat, happily taking off his hat and setting it down next to him, he's going to burn this uniform if at all possible when he gets home.

Home. To Soarynn.

After being gone for so long he's come to learn that home is truly where the heart is, and Soarynn Nightingale has been keeping his safe since the day he left.

He closes his eyes, hoping to maybe get some sleep before arriving at the Capitol later this evening. According to the detailed letters Soarynn has sent, there's to be a dinner celebrating the returning male students who were on the base. How long has it been since he's had a good Capitol meal?

His peace and quiet don't last long when someone flings themselves into the chair next to him, causing Coriolanus to nearly jump out of his skin, "Been looking for you Snow," Festus says while stretching in his seat, "one might say you've been avoiding me."

Coriolanus rolls his eyes at the childish accusation, "We just had breakfast together Festus," he reminds him, "in fact, we've had every meal together since we got here." Festus grins and tosses his own hat onto the seat across from him, "You gonna miss seeing my pretty face every day?"

Coriolanus scoffs and settles back into his seat, watching the woodland blur past them, "I have another pretty face waiting for me back at the Capitol my friend."

He can't wait to have her in his arms again.

꧁ ꧂

"I thought we'd never see the day," Festus muses while both young men look out the window, watching as the train slowly pulls into the Capitol train station. Coriolanus nods, he's been thinking about this moment since he got on the train to go to Twelve.

Home at last.

"Feels good to be back," he says, reaching down to grab his things, "you're coming to the dinner tonight?" Festus nods, collecting his things as well, "Yep, my mother wouldn't stop talking about it in her letters, but, she said Persephone is coming," he waggles his eyebrows.

Coriolanus grins, Festus has been chasing after Persephone Price for what feels like years now, ever since they were little. All they needed was a few months apart it seems for her to realize that Festus has been here all along. Perhaps he'll be a witness to a rather romantic reunion between the two of them tonight.

It would work out wonderfully well considering how close Soarynn is to Persephone. "Sounds like a promising evening then," Coriolanus decides, following Festus down the narrow hallway of the train. They end up running into the other students who were a part of the program and he can tell how anxious they all are to be reunited with their loved ones.

Five months can do a lot to a man.

And they barely saw any real action, they were merely put in Twelve to observe and report back their findings, but being away from home for so long has been agonizing.

The train finally lurches to a stop and the doors hiss open, a wave of cool air hitting all of them in the face. With the worst of the summer months coming to an end, it's been getting cooler in the Capitol, a change that Coriolanus welcomes wholeheartedly after roughing it in the heat of Twelve.

He can hear cheering as his fellow classmates begin to descend from the train and he can't help but wish he were in the front of the group instead of dead last. I can make a grand entrance, he tells himself, making sure his officer coat looks crisp and put together.

He opts to wear the hat at the last second, feeling that it makes him look more official, more regal, and authoritative.

When he finally reaches the doorway he can already hear Mrs. Creed shouting at her son who gives Coriolanus a knowing look before walking towards his family. It seems all family members of the students have gathered into a group on the platform to welcome them home.

Coriolanus scans the group for a blonde head of hair as he steps down from the train and he begins to grow anxious. Is she not here? Where is she? Is she alright? Did something happen? Did he give her the wrong day?

But as the Creeds shuffle to the side, he sees her, bundled in a black coat, craning her neck to locate him. Coriolanus grins as he starts towards her, ignoring everything and everyone else but her.

Soarynn's eyes finally pin him down and she gasps, breaking into a big smile before running towards him, not very ladylike but neither of them cares about manners right now. Coriolanus drops all his things the second she's in reach and wraps his arms around her, effortlessly lifting her off the ground and spinning them around. Soarynn squeals and wraps her arms around his neck, the smell of vanilla immediately coating his senses.

Coriolanus looks up into her gorgeous blue-gray eyes and feels himself melt a little. All those letters, all those pictures, and sleepless nights led up to this very moment.

He doesn't waste another second before pressing his lips against hers, sighing when she returns the kiss with the same amount of passion and yearning. He can hear a few cheers go up in the air, their relationship is no secret and they're far more committed than any other couple they know.

For him, it's her or nothing.

When they finally pull away he can't stop smiling, he's got his girl back in his arms again. How many nights did he lie awake worried about her being all alone? He knows the Capitol is the safest place for her to be but still, all he does is worry about her.

"Coryo," she breathes, her fingers resting on the nape of his neck, "I'm so happy you're home."

Coriolanus gently sets her back down onto the ground but his hands never disappear from her waist, "Me too my love, I'm never leaving you again." He means it too, they're never going to be apart for the rest of their lives.

Soarynn beams up at him, flashing her pearly whites once more, "I think I can live with that."

To hear her sweet melodic voice once more is music to his ears and he pulls her in for another embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, "I missed you," he mumbles, not afraid to let others see his affection for Soarynn.

Maybe when he was younger and stupid he would've cared, but not anymore. She makes everyone else disappear.

Soarynn snuggles up to him in an instant, resting her head on his chest, "Missed you too, it's felt like years since we last saw each other." He has to agree with her, their visiting day had been too short in his opinion and it only made saying goodbye to each other even worse than the first time.

Coriolanus glances around the platform and watches other families reunite with their sons, hugging and crying as if they've just returned from war. It certainly feels like it. Festus gives him a wave before he and his family begin walking towards the exit, his mother refusing to let go of his other hand.

Coriolanus chuckles and waves back, he'll see him later tonight.

"I see you got my message to leave Petunia at home," he says, happy that this reunion has lacked a certain demanding feline. Soarynn looks up at him and squints her eyes, "You just don't want to share me with anyone else."

She's not wrong.

He places a kiss on her head, "You're right my darling, I'm a terribly selfish man," he agrees, "how lucky for you to be stuck with me hmm?"

Soarynn giggles, causing his grin to broaden, “Yes, I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life Coriolanus Snow.” He can certainly live with that.

Although he doesn’t want to, Coriolanus unwraps himself from his girlfriend to grab his things, knowing that they can’t linger on the platform forever. They have places to be.

“I managed to snag you an appointment with your tailor,” Soarynn tells him as they walk towards the exit, hand in hand once again, “but we’d have to go straight to dinner afterward so I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to freshen up at home.”

Before Coriolanus can even open his mouth Soarynn interjects him again, “Although you could stay at the tailor and then I could run home and get you anything you needed.”

He looks down at his girlfriend as she continues to ramble, oblivious to how adorable she is when she gets like this, chattering away over things that matter so much to her because they slightly impact him.

“But then again most of your things are packed away in your suitcase so maybe I could run to a department store nearby to get you some shoes or I could call a shoemak—“

“My darling,” he says, cutting her off, “I don’t want you to worry your pretty little head about a single thing now that I’m back home alright? And as for the shoes, I have some packed in my trunk so you don’t have to run around trying to find me a pair.”

That seems to make her feel better because Soarynn visibly relaxes and leans into him, wrapping her hands around his arm, “Alright. I don’t mean to worry you, I just…I just want everything to be perfect tonight so that you don’t have to worry about anything but enjoying yourself and your accomplishments.”

Coriolanus shakes his head as they finally step out onto the familiar Capitol streets once more, the cold air welcoming him home, “As long as I’m with you then that’s all that matters,” he assures her, “nothing else in this world matters now that we’re back together.”

He means it too. University, social events, none of it matters if he doesn’t have her by his side.

Soarynn presses herself to her tiptoes and gives his cheek a soft kiss, a feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much, “Then we’ll never be apart again.”

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“You’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you, Mr. Snow. How long has it been?”

Coriolanus raises his arms a little higher while his tailor takes his measurements, “Five months,” he answers, staring at himself in the mirror's reflection, “the training we endured helped me gain quite a bit of muscle mass.”

He watches Soarynn from the corner of the mirror, sitting on a plush sofa with a glass of complimentary champagne in her hand, “Thank goodness for the training,” she mumbles.

Coriolanus is more than pleased with the reflection he’s met with in the mirror. He looks stronger, fuller, better. He gained about ten pounds of muscle in the five months he was gone and he intends to keep it that way. He and a few other students from the program talked about training together once they returned home to maintain their new physiques.

“Well your new suits will fit you like a glove,” his tailor assures him, stepping down from the small pedestal, “let me go fetch your suit for tonight from the back.”

Coriolanus nods and turns to face Soarynn who looks quite comfortable in her seat. It’s usually the other way around where he’s the one watching her try on tons of clothes and complimenting her and each outfit she chooses.

“I must admit that I’m glad you suggested paying him a visit before dinner tonight, I don’t think any of my old shirts would’ve fit me,” he says, earning a chuckle from Soarynn who pushes herself from the sofa, “Well I’m almost always right and after our little visit I knew you’d be coming home bigger than when you left.”

Coriolanus takes a moment to admire the outfit she chose to wear to the train station today. A navy blue dress with long sleeves and a very flattering neckline. She wore boots today as well and they perfectly match the handbag he bought her last year.

She looks exquisite.

Coriolanus steps down from the pedestal and looms over her, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, “Always right hmm?” He smirks at how pink she gets at his timber voice and just when she goes to answer they’re both startled by his tailor, “Here you are Mr. Snow! Pressed and ready for tonight!”

He hesitantly pulls away from his girlfriend long enough to see the suit that Soarynn put an order in for a few weeks ago. It looks like the perfect example of fine craftsmanship.

He reaches out to feel the material in his hands, grunting at the texture, “It’s perfect,” he says, “you’ve outdone yourself once again.”

His tailor waves him off, mumbling about what a flatter he is before rounding behind the counter, "Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Snow?" It's funny how even though he's addressing Coriolanus, he's looking directly at Soarynn as if she's the one with all the answers, which she is but that's beside the point. Soarynn looks Coriolanus up and down before humming, "Some new gloves, and a scarf if you have any."

Within seconds her request is fulfilled and they're walking out with a new tailored suit, new gloves and a very warm scarf already wrapped around his neck. "Don't like holding my hand when it's cold hmm?" he teases, enjoying how Soarynn scoffs, "Your hands are always cold," she replies, "I'm simply taking preventative measures."

Coriolanus chuckles, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before helping her into the car. "Heavensbee Hall," he tells their driver. The dinner is being held there tonight and Soarynn suggested getting there early so that they could both change into their formal wear for the night.

"What're you wearing tonight darling?" He asks, sliding an arm around her shoulders. Soarynn immediately leans into his touch, her warmth seeping into his skin, "My dress is red tonight, burgundy to be more specific. And it's strapless." Coriolanus raises his eyebrows at that specific piece of information, a strapless dress is one of the quickest ways for him to come undone which she knows, meaning she chose this dress on purpose.

"Did you happen to commission a strapless dress for the good of the program's cause, or to drive me mad all night long?" He purrs, his lips right above her ear making her slightly shiver. Soarynn bats her lashes up at him as if she's so innocent, "For the good of the program of course. I can't believe you'd accuse me of such things, darling," she purrs back in response, her hand sliding up and down his thigh.

Coriolanus swallows down the lump forming in his throat, perhaps he's bitten off too much for him to chew. "Well, I just wanted to make sure." The car comes to a stop and they're greeted by the familiar sight of Heavensbee Hall, the pillars in the front making it a rather famous landmark in Capitol architecture.

Soarynn grins, pressing a kiss to his cheek before their driver opens the car door for them, "Yes, I'm sure your time spent in Twelve has taught you to question everyone's motives. Even your girlfriend's."

She's too smart for her own good.

Coriolanus nearly trips while following her up the stairs, he didn't think he'd be this...whipped to be back in her presence but he would gladly sink to his knees if she asked him to.

But he can't let her have this advantage, their relationship has always been filled with teasing one another and he'll be damned if they go into this dinner with him being knocked down a peg. So he's quick to push her against the nearest pillar the moment they reach the top of the steps, his hands sliding around her waist as he leans down to capture her lips in a kiss. Soarynn gasps but quickly responds to the kiss, her own lips moving against his in sync.

It's been so long since they've had a true proper kiss but maybe outside in front of people on the street isn't the best place to start.

But that doesn't seem to matter to Soarynn who spins them around, pressing his back against the wall. Who is this woman and what has she done with his girlfriend? The Soarynn he knows would never take the lead like this but it seems that he wasn't the only one who changed during their time apart.

Soarynn moans into the kiss when his hands get a little bold and travel lower down her back, "We...we need to go inside," she mumbles against his lips, all while pressing herself further against him. Coriolanus smiles into the kiss, his teeth gently nipping at her bottom lip, "You mean you don't want to continue this outside in the cold?"

Soarynn pulls away and looks up at him, a twinkle in those startling eyes he's fallen in love with time and time again, "No," she says, tilting her head, "we can continue this when we get home." Home, such a tempting promise to truly have her all to himself.

He's just going to have to be patient.

Coriolanus begrudgingly lets her out of his hold, knowing she does have somewhat of a point, they have to get ready before people start arriving. So he settles for holding her hand while they walk into the Hall, nodding at several workers who are setting up the long banquet table. "Quite the setup," he murmurs, watching more chairs being wheeled in.

Soarynn nods, "Yes, they've been talking about it for some time now." It makes him glad to know that he hasn't been forgotten over the past few months, that they're being celebrated the way they should be after dealing with the shitshow that Twelve was.

He should get a medal or something.

"The bathrooms are this way," Soarynn points, and Coriolanus gladly lets her lead him down one of the many hallways, mindlessly following his girlfriend until they reach the bathrooms. "Alright, they're bringing in our clothes now but I'm going to go in to powder up a bit." Coriolanus frowns at the idea of being separated from her, even if it's just for a little while.

Some might find it annoying or overbearing but Coriolanus tries his hardest to be around Soarynn every second of every day. They have all the same classes together, they live together, and sometimes they even shower together. He's not sure he can stand this time apart.

Soarynn gives his hand a squeeze, "You'll be fine," she tells him before letting go and walking into the women's restroom. Coriolanus stands there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do with himself. His suit should be brought in shortly but he doesn't just want to stand out here and wait. Maybe he should just go in to make sure she's alright.

Yes, suppose she fell and hit her head? Better safe than sorry.

Just as he's about to push the bathroom door open he's startled by the voice of his driver, "Mr. Snow? Here are your outfits for this evening, Ms. Nightingale instructed me to bring them inside."

Coriolanus does his best to look calm and collected, not startled and caught red-handed, "Yes, thank you, I'll take them." He's given several garment bags, most of them belonging to Soarynn since they're pink and his are black. Her things are significantly heavier than his but he supposes that Soarynn prefers to be better off safe than sorry.

"Darling? I have your things right here," he calls, knocking on the door. Soarynn only takes a moment before she's pulling open the door and smiling up at him, "Oh perfect, you can bring them in here."

Coriolanus cautiously steps into the women's bathroom as if he wasn't about to barge in here unannounced and finds it to be identical to the men's. There's a small lounge area with two sofas and a large floor-length mirror, across from the lounge area are the sinks and then the restrooms themselves.

Soarynn it seems, is the only one in here right now.

"Right over here," she instructs, pointing at one of the sofas, "I'll need to fix my hair and makeup before getting dressed." Coriolanus carefully sets her things down on the sofa, making sure to be extra careful with her shoes. "Would it be terribly common if I stayed in here with you?" he asks, already sitting down on the sofa.

Soarynn gives him a quizzical look from over her shoulder before turning back to her reflection, "I suppose it would be fine, but wouldn't you much prefer to have your own space?" Coriolanus shakes his head, looking around the ornate bathroom that's meant for the public, something people in Twelve could never comprehend.

"This is bigger than my sleeping quarters, and it's not like we don't share a bathroom at home." He's got her there. Coriolanus can't wait to take a nice long bath once they get home. Soarynn shrugs and catches his eyes in the mirror, "If we get caught then I'm blaming you."

Coriolanus leans back against the sofa, spreading his legs out as wide as they can go, "I'll take that risk."

It's been so long since he's been alone in a room with her, it almost makes him wonder if they could get one in really quick before the banquet. It doesn't hurt to try.

Coriolanus quickly stands up and crosses over to the bathroom door, turning the lock to ensure they don't get any surprise visitors. That would not end well.

Soarynn remains oblivious while touching up her makeup, she looks so cute whenever she gets ready, fussing over every little detail as if she isn't gorgeous without any makeup.

Coriolanus comes up behind her, hooking his chin over her shoulder, both of them staring at their reflection, "Coryo, what're you doing?" She asks with a warm smile, giggling when he presses a kiss to her neck, "I'm simply admiring you, my love," he says, wrapping his hands around her waist. He doesn't miss how her breath slightly hitches, or how her hands shake while she reaches for her powder compact he got her last year for her birthday, silver with a rose engraved into it.

"We...we have to get ready," she gasps when one of his hands slides down her front, slipping under her dress. Coriolanus nods all while continuing his assault on her neck, gently sucking and biting at her tender skin, "Don't you want a little taste of what's waiting for you after the banquet?" He asks, his fingers tugging at the waistband of her lace panties. He's willing to bet all his money that her panties have a cute little bow on the front.

Soarynn whimpers and tilts her head to the side, giving him better access all while attempting to clench her thighs, "What if someone sees us?" It's a laughable attempt to ward him off but he's come prepared for her questions, "I locked the door angel," he tells her, his fingers slipping under the fabric of her panties, "you know I wouldn't ever let anyone see what's rightfully mine."

Soarynn doesn't appear to need any more convincing and his fingers ghosting her clit are clearly messing with her ability to think straight. He remembers the little photograph she sent him a few weeks ago, a keepsake was what she called it. A growing boner was what he liked to call it since all it did was get him hard.

"This is honestly payback," he says, "for sending that little photograph of you in your lingerie." Soarynn's eyes widen and he can tell that she forgot all about that little photograph she sent him. It doesn't help that Soarynn loved to send him photos with every letter, most photos being of her and Petunia but still.

"Oh," is all she has to say.

Coriolanus lets out a raw chuckle, remembering how worked up he got over that photo night after night. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Bend over," he says lowly into her ear, smirking at how quickly she folds herself over the sink counter.

Her dress is easy to hike up and he doesn't need a lot to work with considering the circumstances. He pulls her panties to the side while tugging down his pants, his cock straining in his boxers, desperate to be surrounded by her tight cunt once again.

His fingers graze her folds and he groans at how wet she is already, "So fucking needy," he says, his fingertips prodding at her entrance. Soarynn whines and bucks her hips, desperate to get something inside of her again, "Please," she gasps.

Coriolanus pulls his boxers down, freeing his hardened cock and he teases the tip up and down her folds, "You miss me?"

"Mhm."

"How much?"

"Coryo please," she gasps, annoyance evident in her face as he watches her in the mirror's reflection. He loves getting her all riled up.

"What's the magic word Soarynn?"

Soarynn huffs, glaring at him from over her shoulder, "Please fuck me before I find someone else to do it."

That'll do it.

He wastes no time slamming into her cunt, groaning at how fucking tight she feels wrapped around him. He doesn't give her a second to adjust, he just starts pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the bathroom. Soarynn's moans are music to his ears after being away from her for so long. She looks so erotic in the mirror, her eyes rolling back while she takes everything he gives her without complaint.

He wraps his hand around her neck, squeezing it just the way she likes. Soarynn is the type of girl to shy away from dirty comments in public and then smile while choking on his cock. She's funny that way.

"So good," she croaks, arching her back even more, her mouth lolling open. Coriolanus loves when she gets like this, too full of cock to think straight, the only thing on her mind being when her next orgasm is going to be.

"My good girl," he praises, "missed this cunt so much, missed your little moans and whines, missed how good you look stuck on my cock angel."

He shoves her against the counter, fucking her even harder than before, slipping two fingers into her mouth when Soarynn's moans start to get higher in volume. "Please," she begs, her words garbled by his fingers. He can feel her walls fluttering around his cock, desperate for an orgasm after being apart for so long. "Hush baby, take what I give you," he says, false disappointment in his tone. Soarynn gets off of praise as much as she gets off of degradation. Mixing the two together has always been so much fun for him.

His other hand grips her hip so tight that he knows there'll be bruises in the morning. And he'll be here to see them and kiss them better.

Soarynn is getting closer and he's right behind her, all it'll take is a few rubs to her clit and she'll be a ragdoll in his hands. Coriolanus pulls his fingers out of her mouth and brings them to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, listening to the shriek she lets out at the stimulation.

"Fuck," she moans, throwing her head back. Coriolanus latches his lips to her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Soarynn's face goes slack as her orgasm washes over her, and Coriolans moans at the sensation of her walls squeezing around him.

"Fuck baby I'm close," he grits out, fucking her at a slower but harder pace, wanting to finish inside of her.

How many times did he fantasize about this? Use his hand instead of her cunt?

Coriolanus finally tips over the edge, coating her walls with his cum as they both pant, slowly coming down from their highs. Soarynn slumps against the counter, sweat on her forehead. Her legs are shaking and she's got a glossed-over look in her eyes.

Coriolanus wraps both arms around her waist, holding her up so she doesn't fall. Poor thing has to wear high heels after being fucked.

He's glad they did this in the bathroom, at least he can clean them up.

"That was...that was good," she whispers and Coriolanus laughs, kissing her neck, "Just good hmm? Not exponentially mind-blowing?"

His question earns him a pointed look from Soarynn through the mirror, "Don't push your luck," she warns."

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"Coryo? Can you come zip me up please?"

Coriolanus leaps up from his seat and strides over to the bathroom door, looking down at his beautiful girlfriend who's carefully peeking her head out, "I can't seem to manage the zipper," she admits, turning around to show him where the issue lies.

Coriolanus is more than happy to assist in zipping her up, placing a hand on her lower back while the other pulls the zipper up with practiced ease. He's gotten used to zipping and lacing her up over the years. He wonders how she managed while he was gone.

Soarynn pulls up the front of the dress once it's fully zipped, making sure everything is in its proper place, "This might be my favorite dress you've ever worn," he muses, stepping back to admire the vision Soarynn Nightingale is.

Her hair is pinned up in a perfectly styled bun, pieces pulled out in the front to frame her face. The dress is in fact strapless, pushing her breasts up to provide an ample amount of cleavage that'll have every man jealous of the beautiful girl on her arm. The dress is form-fitting, showing off her small waist and clinging to her legs with every step she takes.

Her high heels are also a burgundy red, perfectly matching her dress.

"You say that about every dress," she reminds him, turning to go grab her things. Coriolanus follows her inside, refusing to be banished again.

After fucking her senseless and cleaning her up, Soarynn shooed him away, claiming that he'd only distract her and make her late. So he had to get ready in the men's bathroom much to his chagrin, all alone, no one to love on him. He only pouted for a good five minutes before she slammed the door in his face and then locked it for good measure.

"Because every dress you wear is a work of art on your body darling," he insists, admiring the dress from the back, how it curves around her ass just right.

He's going to have a hard time behaving himself tonight.

Soarynn must be thinking the same thing because she turns around with an almost murderous look on her face, "Keep your hands where I can see them tonight," she warns, "I just did my hair and makeup and I refuse to mess either of them up tonight."

Coriolanus chuckles at her demanding attitude, she's always so cute when she gets all riled up.

He stalks towards her, looming over her even when she's wearing heels, "Or what? You'll give me a stern talking to?" If she wants to be sassy, he can be sassy. It takes two to tango and he's been riding a high since he stepped off that train.

Soarynn steps up to him until they're toe to toe and he can't help but notice how beautiful she looks. Rarely does she ever wear a full face of makeup, she's already stunning as she is but the makeup accentuates her natural beauty. Her eyeliner makes her blue-gray eyes pop, and the red lipstick she's wearing makes him want to kiss her silly until they're both breathless.

She smells like vanilla.

"Or I will take an oath of abstinence."

Coriolanus snorts at her threat, a pointless one at that, one he knows she'll never follow through on. They're both too horny for their own good. "Okay, why don't you swear off drinking and dressing provocatively while you're at it," he suggests, slipping a finger under her chin, "since you're so set on becoming a saint."

Soarynn goes to jerk her head away but he's faster than her and grabs her chin instead, "I do not dress provocatively," she insists, glaring daggers at him. Coriolanus looks her up and down, his eyes focusing on her breasts and Soarynn scoffs, "This is a one-time thing."

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, not believing her for a second, "Alright then darling, I'll keep my hands to myself and then we can both go home and fuck until we can't stand anymore, how does that sound? That way you won't have to give up being my little slut."

His words have the desired effect on Soarynn as she turns a bright shade of pink, always getting worked up over his crude language, "Fine," she agrees, yanking her chin out of his grasp, "but I mean it Coryo, best behavior."

Coriolanus nods, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, "Yes darling, best behavior."

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"We should go streaking."

Coriolanus almost falls out of his chair at Festus Creed's suggestion of a fun night out on the town.

The banquet is going well, drinks and conversations are flowing and Coriolanus and Soarynn have been on the receiving end of countless compliments. She looks stunning tonight and he looks devilishly handsome in his new suit.

Soarynn gives Festus a warning look from her seat across the table, she's supposed to be talking to Persephone who did end up coming with Festus but his girl has a knack for listening to other people's conversations. Especially when Festus is talking.

"A joke!" He exclaims, holding up his hands in surrender before winking at Coriolanus, "Just recalling some good times we had back in Twelve."

Persephone raises an eyebrow, not believing Festus for a second which is honestly the smart thing to do, “I thought you all were sent to Twelve to serve as examples for the other Peacekeepers, not run around naked.” Festus slips an arm around her shoulders, he’s smooth with it too earning him a grin from Coriolanus, “We had to have a bit of fun on that dreadful base,” Festus explains, “all that paperwork was getting to be boring after a month.”

Coriolanus grunts, he had been promised several months of action, of pushing himself to new limits and learning new things which he did do, but they left out that nitty gritty paperwork part of the program.

Soarynn gives him a curious look, almost identical to the one Petunia gives him whenever he’s eating something that looks good to her, “Did you ever have to use a gun?”

He immediately places his hand on top of hers, lacing their fingers together, “No darling, we didn't have to use a gun. Although we were given firearms for target practice and to protect ourselves of course. But we didn’t shoot anyone.”

Soarynn visibly relaxes at his answer, she’s always been so sweet and caring, not wanting anyone to get hurt. She wouldn’t last long in Twelve. He barely did.

Festus sighs, finishing off the last of his wine, “Needless to say, it’s good to be back home, just in time for the holidays.”

“And for final exams,” Persephone adds, causing Festus to frown, “We still have to take those?” He asks, giving Coriolanus a disappointed look, “I thought we might be exempt since you know, we were out there serving our country and whatnot.”

Soarynn snorts and Coriolanus does his best to cover up his smile, “I’m afraid even the bravest among us must still take part in final exams, my friend,” Coriolanus says, “even if we just got back from serving our country.”

Festus doesn’t seem too pleased about that but one of the many sergeants attending this dinner stands up, silencing the room, “I’d just like to say a few words about the bravery and dedication we’ve witnessed from these young men. If you’re here tonight because you made a great sacrifice by being away from your loved ones for several months to better this country, please stand.”

Coriolanus is more than happy to stand, mostly to stretch out his legs but he doesn’t let go of Soarynn’s hand. They’re never going to be apart again.

The sergeant nods at all the young men approvingly, “These young men have shown dedication to their country, they have shown they want to make this country better, to protect it better by throwing themselves into the very system sworn to protect it. By doing this, they have demonstrated a great amount of discipline,” Coriolanus stands up a bit straighter at that particular word, “honor, and obedience. Now, I have spoken to several others who were running the program, looking after these young men while they were away from home and we all came to an agreement on one young man who displayed exemplary discipline and integrity.”

Excited murmurs travel through Heavensbee Hall, no one ever mentioned some sort of award or recognition. Parents excitedly whisper to each other and Soarynn gives his hand a tight squeeze. Perhaps he’s the lucky winner.

“This student, this young man unknowingly to me, has followed in his father’s footsteps, leading a new generation of exemplary citizens through his dedication to this country.” Coriolanus swallows, it’s not the end of the world if he doesn’t win but it actually is so he has to win.

“It is with great honor that we recognize the son of Crassus Snow, Coriolanus Snow who proved himself more than worthy of carrying the Snow name through his discipline, courage, and determination during this program.”

He can’t believe he won. Well, he can, but still!

Coriolanus received a wonderful round of applause, everyone cheering and whistling him on as he took it all in. He smiles down at Soarynn who’s looking up at him so proudly, so adoring with tears in her eyes. She’s been his rock throughout all of this.

He couldn’t have done this without her.

“Speech!” Festus calls out, rallying the others to call for one as well. One thing about Festus Creed is that he’s an instigator.

Soarynn gives him an encouraging nod which is all it really takes for him to clear his throat. The other students take their seats once again and the floor is his.

“It’s a true honor to be recognized for such actions that I always considered a privilege, serving this country. I’d like to thank my fellow professors and sergeants who taught me many things these past few months. I’d also like to thank my fellow classmates who were with me throughout the entire program, if I was sweating, they were sweating too.” Everyone chuckles as they remember how hot they’d get during training.

Coriolanus rubs his thumb against the back of Soarynn’s hand. “I’ve always dreamed of following in my father’s footsteps, of making him proud and honoring the Snow name. So lastly, I’d like to thank the woman who got me through the best and the worst moments of being away from home,” he looks back down at Soarynn, pride coursing through his veins.

“My beautiful girlfriend who wrote to me every week without fail, who encouraged me to join the program, who kept me going even when I didn’t want to. The woman who I cannot wait to give my last name to one day. My Soarynn.”

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It feels so good to be home.

Coriolanus lays in his large, comfortable, large, fluffy, large bed with a blissed-out smile on his face.

He's got everything he could ever need. Soarynn pressed against his chest, both of them still calming down after a few heated rounds of sex. He'd be a liar to deny missing the sex they so loved to have, messy and loud and in the comfort of his own ancestral home.

Coriolanus was more than pleased to come home to see that Soarynn had kept the Snow penthouse in tip-top shape. He hadn't worried about it falling into disrepair, not with Soarynn living with him but he felt more than relieved to find it all in one piece.

He almost spun around their bedroom, just to enjoy the space he so dearly missed. Then he raided their kitchen even though he had just eaten dinner. After that, he fucked Soarynn until neither of them could walk anymore. A perfect way to end such a fruitful day.

His fingers drag up and down the soft skin of her back, he can't believe he willingly went without this for so long. Never again. She doesn't know it yet, but he's already narrowed down what ring he's going to get her to propose. Something simple yet elegant, prominent yet classy. A woman like Soarynn deserves a rock.

He watches her sleep for a while, admiring how beautiful Soarynn Nightingale is when she's bare-faced, freckles on full display.

A soft purring pulls his attention to what's supposed to be Soarynn's side of the bed, even though she always curls up with him and he finds Petunia padding over to them. He was surprisingly given a rather warm and excited welcome when they finally got home after the banquet. Petunia had been jumping and meowing but maybe that was all for Soarynn.

One can never tell with that cat.

"Thank you for taking care of her," he whispers, reaching out to scratch under Petunia's chin, "even though I said you couldn't come to the train station." Petunia only blinks in response but with how smart Soarynn claims she is, she has to understand a little bit of what he's saying.

Coriolanus can feel his eyes getting heavy, it's been such a long day. He still can't believe he's home, back with Soarynn.

As he drifts off to sleep, he holds onto his most prized possession, his girl, his Soarynn.

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