#earth 111

[vexic929]

Blue Streak

Chapter 4

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Chapter 3: link

'...can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my Poker Face...'

Poker Face wasn't Malcolm's morning alarm so, waking up to the song was confusing and unexpected to say the least. Even more perplexing was the sound of two unfamiliar voices - a man and a woman, he assumed - talking to his left. He focused on the voices after a moment, hoping for answers without having to open his eyes yet.

"He likes this song." The man commented.

"How could you possibly know that?" The woman asked, sounding vaguely exasperated

"Checked his Facebook. I mean, he can hear everything, right?"

Well, they weren't talking about him at least, unless maybe they'd gotten him confused with Barry - Malcolm was more of a rock music fan than the top 40s. The more feminine voice rattled off something about auditory functions but Malcolm had returned his attention to trying to place either voice. Even as the man's voice wandered closer, singing along, he couldn't identify it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a panicked gasp that was very distinctly Barry's to his left and he finally opened his eyes to see what was happening.

"Oh- my god-" The man jumped about a foot as he turned around, full attention on the opposite side of the room.

"Where am I?" Barry slurred and Malcolm assumed he was just as disoriented as Malcolm felt as he pushed himself to a sitting position. The woman - a doctor, he assumed...were they in a hospital? - rushed forward and shone a flashlight into his eyes as Barry winced and groaned.

"Dr. Wells, get down to the Cortex, like, right now." The man - not a doctor or at least not in scrubs, Malcolm noted - said into some sort of pager before joining the woman next to Barry.

Then, his brain caught up. Dr. Wells? As in the Dr. Wells? He tuned back in to the conversation to hear the man say next, "relax. Everything's okay, man. You're at S.T.A.R. Labs."

Barry echoed him, still sounding groggy and out-of-it, but Malcolm's mind was racing. S.T.A.R. Labs? Dr. Wells? What the hell was happening?

The man continued, "I'm Cisco Ramon. She's Caitlin- Dr. Snow."

"I need you to urinate in this." Dr. Snow instructed with such matter-of-fact urgency that Malcolm nearly laughed. He pushed himself up to sit, watching Barry climb out of bed and pull away from the two of them agitatedly, wondering how long it would take any of them to notice he'd woken up too.

"What's going on?" Barry demanded.

"You were struck by lightning, dude." Cisco answered and Malcolm felt worry surge through him even though Barry seemed fine as he turned and caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby monitor.

"Lightning...gave me abs?" Barry asked sounding mystified and Malcolm stifled a laugh, leaning forward to see if he could see the alleged abs - he'd believe that when he saw it.

"Your muscles should be atrophied but instead they're in a chronic and unexplained state of cellular regeneration-" The doctor started, speaking quickly and sounding absolutely fascinated.

"C'mere," Cisco said, tugging Barry to sit again. "You were in a coma."

"For how long?" Malcolm blurted at the same time as Barry, no longer content with staying silent and observing. Had they both been in comas? That seemed...just statistically unlikely, frankly.

"Nine months." A new voice said, and Malcolm ignored the startled expressions Barry, Cisco, and Dr. Snow were giving him in favor of locating the person.

Dr. Wells wheeled into the room and Malcolm furrowed his brow, taking in the man's state. Apparently they hadn't been the only ones injured, unless Malcolm's memory was spotty and Dr. Wells had always been in a wheelchair. He was pretty sure he hadn't, though.

"Dr. Snow, if you would, please set up a wheelchair for Malcolm to use. I'd like to take a short walk and talk to both of our patients if they're up for it. We have a lot to discuss."

Dr. Snow nodded and quickly set about retrieving a wheelchair for Malcolm and S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirts for them both. Barry, still trying to process the shocking revelation, looked at his brother with a mix of relief and confusion.

"You okay?" Barry asked, brow furrowed with worry.

Malcolm took a deep breath, his mind racing to catch up with everything that had happened, and shrugged. "I think so. I mean, I feel fine."

Barry immediately crossed to help Malcolm into the wheelchair as Dr. Snow rolled it to the bedside but Malcolm brushed off the assistance. "I told you, I'm fine, Barr."

Barry hesitated before backing off and letting Malcolm shift himself to the edge of the bed and into the chair. It was a shitty, standard public use chair that made Malcolm wish he had his own, especially as Dr. Wells gestured for them to follow and wheeled himself out with his fancy, electric, custom S.T.A.R. Labs chair. God, this was going to be a pain.

As Dr. Wells led them down the hallway, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a clinical glow, Malcolm and Barry couldn't help but exchange glances, both struggling to wrap their heads around the surreal situation they found themselves in.

Dr. Wells spoke as they moved, "S.T.A.R. Labs has not been operational since FEMA categorized us as a class four hazardous location. 17 people died that night. Many more were injured, myself amongst them."

Malcolm gaped as they rounded a corner and the worst of the damage was revealed - a hole like a giant, angry maw through every floor from the basement where the particle accelerator was housed to the very highest point of the ceiling.

"Jeeze..." Barry muttered, leaning against the rail as he took it all in.

"What happened?" Malcolm asked, turning in his chair to face Dr. Wells. It was almost unsettling with the man's bright blue eyes actually at eye level. The man seemed as though he could stare straight into Malcolm's soul.

Dr. Wells sighed. "Nine months ago, the particle accelerator went online exactly as planned; for 45 minutes, I had achieved my life's dream. And then...there was an anomaly. The electron volts became unmeasurable, the ring under us popped," Dr. Wells gestured as he explained. "Energy from that detonation was thrown into the sky and that, in turn, seeded a storm cloud..."

"That created a lightning bolt that struck me." Barry finished and Dr. Wells nodded.

"That's right; you and Malcolm as well. Two separate lightning bolts struck two different locations miles apart and happened to find the both of you, it's statistically unheard of to say the least. I was recovering myself when I heard about the both of you."

Malcolm opened his mouth to ask a question but Dr. Wells continued, gesturing for them both to follow him back.

"The hospital was undergoing unexplainable power outages every time either of you would go into cardiac arrest - which was actually a misdiagnosis because you see, neither of you were flatlining. Your heartbeats were moving too fast for the EKG to register. Now, I'm not the most popular person in town these days but Detective West and his daughter gave me permission to bring you both here, where we were able to stabilize you."

"Iris?" Barry asked. Malcolm was pretty sure that wasn't the most pressing part of anything Dr. Wells had said.

"Iris, yes." Dr. Wells confirmed with an amused smile. "She came to see you quite often."

"She talks a lot." Dr. Snow commented.

"Also, she's hot," Cisco added and Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"I need to go." Barry said abruptly and Dr. Snow looked scandalized.

"No, you can't!" She insisted and Dr. Wells nodded in agreement. "Now that you're awake, we need to do more tests. You're still going through changes, there's so much that we don't know!"

"I'm fine. Really, I feel normal." Barry said, exchanging a glance with Malcolm, silently asking if he wanted to come with.

Malcolm took a moment, feeling torn. He knew if he stayed, they'd poke and prod at him, chasing answers. The feeling was too close to the helplessness he remembered from before, the surgeries and scans he'd endured that without a choice, all promising to "fix" him after that night when their lives had been completely shattered. But how the hell could they both really be okay after all that?

"My chair's probably at Joe's," Malcolm started, patting the shitty wheelchair's arm for emphasis. "Why don't you grab it and bring it back for me?" There, that seemed like a decent compromise, maybe Drs. Snow and Wells would feel better about that.

Barry gave Malcolm a thumbs up and made his way out of S.T.A.R. Labs and Malcolm settled back in the flimsy, uncomfortable chair. This definitely ranked as one of the weirder ways he'd woken up.

[quirkle2]

whoever designed her ,,,,,,,,,,,they knew what they were doin

[urloveangel]

[vampyrdolll]

[nyaskitten]

Listen all I'm saying is if Paramount and Warner Bros. could be friends, we could have the best Transformers and Ben 10 iteration ever, mushed together ! Just think about it !!!

[lonestarflight]

"The Space Shuttle Endeavour lifts off, creating billows of smoke and steam on its way into space for mission STS-111 to the International Space Station (ISS). Liftoff occurred at 5:22:49 p.m. (EDT), June 5, 2002. The image was photographed from a Shuttle Training Aircraft (STA), which flies near the launch area for weather monitoring and other support to the mission's liftoff phase. The STS-111 crew includes astronauts Kenneth D. Cockrell, commander; Paul S. Lockhart, pilot, and Franklin R. Chang-Diaz and Philippe Perrin, mission specialists. Also onboard were the Expedition Five crewmembers including cosmonaut Valery G. Korzun, commander, along with astronaut Peggy A. Whitson and cosmonaut Sergei Y. Treschev, flight engineers. Perrin represents CNES, the French space agency, and Korzun and Treschev are with the Russian Aviation and Space Agency (Rosaviakosmos). This mission marked the 14th Shuttle flight to the International Space Station."

Date: June 5, 2002

NASA ID: STS111-S-035

[screechingfromthevoid]

LIAM. THE KNOCKING. LIAM.

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #111 : yellow earth tongue! (spathularia flavida)

yellow earth tongue, the yellow fan, or the fairy fan is a saprotrophic fungus in the family cudoniaceae :-) they often grow in ring or arc-like patterns. it has been documented in the pacific northwest of north america, britain, germany, spain, austria, belgium, scandinavia, italy, india, japan, & china.

the big question : can i bite it?? s. flavida has been described by authorities variously as inedible, of unknown edibility, or edible but tough - it's hard to say !!

s. flavida description :

"the fan- or spoon-shaped fruit bodies of s. flavida may be up to 8 cm (3+1⁄8 in) high, although a range between 2–5 cm (3⁄4–2 in) is more typical. occasionally, fruit bodies are produced with the "head" split into two separate lobes. the colour is light to strong yellow, the flattened fertile area at times paler ; the colour tends to deepen with the age of the fruit body. the fertile area (the region that produces spores) is often irregularly wrinkled & sometimes notched at apex, & is up to 2 cm (3⁄4 in) wide; it tapers down the length of either side of the stem (i.e., decurrently) from a half to a third of the total stem length. the division between the head & the stem is sharply defined. the stem is hollow, smooth (glabrous), & has a white to yellowish mycelium at its base. the flesh of the fruit body is whitish, but becomes yellowish-brown when dry."

[images : source & source] [fungus description : source]

[backpacktrader]

SB: so here's the abstractions i need you to get to catch you up to speed one: there's this thing called the "delta function" two: you can compress any given waveform (even discrete ones) into a list of values between 0 and 1 (since there's EVEN More numbers between (0.1, 0.2, 0.3, ... 0.n) as opposed to {1, 2, 3, ...n} three: call that compression the delta function four: that just makes any function an ordered list of numbers those are also called "constants" five: since our equation is a constant it can be factored out of our integrals and derivatives oh my gosh you can do so much math on these bad boys wrap those things in a circle with our friends e and i? you can even get trigonometrical up in this bitch BT: "I'd like to get trigonometrical up in this bitch." it jots that down on a piece of paper as it repeats it under its breath. BT: "Profound wisdom." SB: im out here on the jobsite wondering about the integral and derivative of the vibrations from the steamroller you could do so much math on a seismograph. unbelievable theres so much i dont know about this great wide world BT: "It really must be slow on the jobsite, huh?" it asks. SB: you have no idea engineering at this hour is a test of profound patience in the face of uncertainty a great man once said to me "hurry up and wait" BT: "Perfect time to cultivate some citta vritti nirodaha" [25] SB: so ive been getting still enough to do complex differential equations about dragonology had any dreams? 6 >"Yeah! I dreamt like a motherfucker last night!" it's eager to talk about dream magic. #6: >

[shippudens]

not that anyone cares

[vexic929]

Blue Streak

Chapter 1

Warnings: none

Chapter 2: link

OC info: link

Barry and Malcolm should have been asleep - their mom and dad had tucked them into their respective beds almost an hour ago. Instead, the soft glow of the nightlight in the corner cast elongated shadows across the walls and revealed Malcolm, hanging halfway off the top bunk upside-down to talk to Barry, dangling precariously as he whispered to his twin.

"You can't name your Pikachu 'Zapster', Barr," Malcolm said, rolling his eyes, his GameBoy suspended haphazardly from his fingertips, the tiny light attachment clipped to the side nearly blinding Barry as the handheld console swayed.

"But you said I can't just stick with Pikachu, either." Barry argued with a small frown, his own GameBoy in his hands, halfway under the covers.

"Cause that's dumb, you're not Ash. He's your Pikachu, he should have a different name." Malcolm insisted.

"Then why can't I name him 'Zapster'?" Barry asked, sitting up in bed.

"Cause that's dumb, too."

Barry opened his mouth to argue again but his words caught in his throat as he watched the water in their fishtank, along with the fish, begin to float. He powered down his GameBoy and frantically gestured for Malcolm to look too, unable to find the words for what he was seeing.

Malcolm turned his head and dropped his own GameBoy, nearly falling out of bed. "Whoa..."

"Maybe...we should go get Mom and Dad..." Barry said hesitantly, eyes locked on the floating water. Before his brain caught up, his feet had already hit the floor to go do so. Malcolm hauled himself back onto his own bed before climbing down the ladder quickly and joining his twin as they crept towards the door and down the stairs.

The air itself felt thick and stifling, the hall too quiet save for an electric buzzing sound that made the hair on both brothers' necks stand on end. Mom and Dad were probably still up but the lights flickering from the living room didn't look like the blueish glow of the TV.

The boys froze in the doorway to the living room as they both tried to comprehend what they were seeing - it had to be a weird dream or nightmare. Their mother sat in the middle of the floor, looking terrified, surrounded by flashing red and yellow lights like some sort of weird tornado.

"Mom!" Barry blurted in a panic but Malcolm caught his arm before he could run towards her.

"Boys! Don't let him touch you!" Their mother screamed, barely audible under the sound of the crackling lightning and wind from whatever was violently spinning around her.

"Mom!" Malcolm was the one to yell this time, squeezing Barry's wrist almost too tightly in fear.

"Nora!" Their father was suddenly in front of them, pushing them back further, behind him.

"Stay back!" Nora screamed, barely audible over the racket surrounding her.

"Nora! Hold on!" Their father called before turning to Barry and Malcolm. "Run! Get somewhere safe!"

In almost the same second, Barry was gone from Malcolm's side. Another instant later, in a flash of red lightning, Malcolm found himself outside, lying in the grass, nowhere near his brother.

The pain didn't register right away as it often doesn't in situations like this. Confusion and fear spun in Malcolm’s head until he realized his chest ached and he couldn't breathe.

"Mom? Dad?" Barry's voice echoed in the dark street and Malcolm tried to call out to him but all he managed was a choking sound that he was sure nobody could hear at all. He rolled over to try and push himself up - blinding pain pierced his skull and shot up from his lower back before he lost consciousness.

"-looks like he got thrown out the window. Malcolm. Mal, can you hear me? Where's it hurt, kiddo?" Joe West's familiar voice cut through the darkness for a minute and Malcolm moaned in pain, blinking his eyes blearily before letting them fall closed again. "Dammit. How far away's the ambulance?"

A voice Malcolm didn't recognize answered but he couldn't focus on anything else until someone moved him and pain rocketed through his entire body.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're just loading you into the ambulance, try to relax." A calm woman's voice soothed. Malcolm knew it couldn't be his mom, didn't sound anything like her, but that didn't stop him from asking for her anyway as he drifted out of consciousness once more.

[arcaiisart]

"you goin' around outta home without your blighter, boy? your head's a fool."

[urloveangel]

Things are always working out better than expected for me 🥰

[astrometrych]

Astronomy #Space #Espace #Astrometry

[visayanwarrior7]

The supreme being is energy . Energy was needed for creation and all that is living . All that is life is supported by energy . Energy knows how to react and to act ., and where to flow . All the is life would cease to exist if energy was terminated. Energy is the currency of the universe .

Frequency and resonant buildings or architecture that became churches or cathedrals are from another civilization. This is why it states founded .

Energy is the supreme .. energy is the currency for the infinite universe.

The Bioluminescent One 669

Christopher Macachor

Christopher Visayan https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100077662674087&mibextid=ZbWKwL

https://www.tiktok.com/@themagician462?_t=8mSEyqsQm5O&_r=1

[targaryenluvs]

DELICATE

pairings: dark!coriolanus snow x innocent!wife!reader

warnings: erm we’re back at it with another dark corio! possessiveness, literal murder, threats, vulgarity, nc touching -dumbification/babying, emotional manipulation and vulnerability, sexual undertones and thoughts, ownership?? NOT PROOFREAD

summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

word count: 2.09k words

a/n: i swear i can only think of dark ideas for him because he is practically crayz - i loved this concept tho so enjoyyyy - annoyed i can’t find any post-lucy gifs snd i’ve already used the other one help me plz

taglist: @sleepydang @aspieundercover @darktrashsoulbear @3lliesrifle @rafeysbafey @zejjef @themorriganisamonster @cryfordemie @winterblu2 @earthangel-111 @taylarxse @alexameliamg @katastrophic04 @jjggdfvvy @joshwifeyslaymamaballs @10ava01 @kis9na @princessdaella @princessloveweird @prettybiching @justacaliforniandreamer @bxtchopolis @witchafterz @har-rison-s

PART TWO

coriolanus wanted nothing more than a relaxing night. he’d been at a campaign meeting for about four hours and he’d gotten absolutely nothing out of it.

he was in the right mind to fire them all and work it himself but he knew he couldn’t. all he wanted was to go home, have a bath drawn for him, eat dinner with you and go to sleep.

coriolanus had seen a number of weird things in his life but nothing was weirder than seeing you, hanging up the laundry to dry. you’d stopped him in his tracks but hadn’t yet noticed his presence as you hummed to yourself and went about your business. after staring in confusion for a few minutes he cleared his throat, “y/n. what are you doing?” you turned towards him with a smile, “it’s christmas! so i sent the staff home for the rest of the day so they could be with their families. don’t worry i had them prepare your bath, dinner and everything else. there were some things left to do so i thought, why not do them myself? i cleaned my room and yours, ironed the previous batch of laundry and placed them away, dusted the library and i was hanging up the laundry until you showed!” you beamed as you continued to hang the clothing.

coriolanus took a seat on one of the lawn chairs as you continued. he decided to watch you, to make sure you were okay. because who on earth wants to do laundry? that was the very reason you had so many servants. but here you were.

“you can head inside corio, no need to wait for me!” you said sweetly. coriolanus was a strong man, always rational. but god when you spoke so sweetly to him- no. “there’s no need, i’ll wait till you’re done.”

the sun was hanging low as the last rays illuminated the dining room. you’d set out candles, flowers and other pieces on the table. back home you loved setting the table, until your father would reprimand you for doing something you didn’t need to. what will people say if my daughter is acting as a servant?

but right now you felt at ease.

you had a good life. good friends which were rare to find in the capitol. good family and a good husband. he was proper, took care of you in every way, even if he didn’t love you, you were grateful to be married to someone you liked. admired. you’d heard whispers of corio’s childhood, his depleted resources and poor upbringing. but you couldn’t care less. he was more of a man than anyone you knew. and he was extremely pretty, your parents would’ve probably married you off to whomever they thought would help with social standings so this match? a lifeline.

coriolanus kept himself in check. he was up for presidency, his name and wealth restored and he was respected and feared. you were a diamond in the rough. whilst all the other girls in the capitol were, special, to say the least, you weren’t like them. first of all, he could tolerate you. like you even. you were exceptionally smart, well-read and spoken, respectful of those worthy but even those beneath you. you were kind, not the fake kind of the capitol. kind to everyone, helping everyone however you could.

and to him it was more than perfect. someone kind would be easy to have, easy to be married to. he knew from the second he saw you as marriage material that you’d never endanger those around you. you cared, enough to put your happiness to the back of the line. you’d be easy to control. after the wedding he expected you to be clingy, desperate for his love and affection. as any girl would from their husband, but you kept your distance. you didn’t push yourself on him, you did your duty. you did what was required and more. but you always listened, listened to him.

so he assumed you’d be easy to be married to, but he was always in awe of you. your sweet smiles every time you passed eachother in the halls, in the morning at breakfast and at night for dinner. always catering to him.

“what should i wear?” “you can choose.” “you tell me.” “it’s your choice.” and god did it inflate his ego. you were always asking about him, how his day was, what he did, who he saw etc. but it wasn’t just small talk, you were always listening. absorbing his words like a sponge, wide eyes, head nodding along dumbly. he loved it. and over the year he found himself, caring, on the inside at least.

every time you’d go out there were hungry eyes consuming you. your face, body everything. and he wanted to personally pluck out each eyeball and feed it to their families. so again, overtime, he’d shield you, protect you. his sweet wife who knew nothing of what the others wanted to do to her. a hand on your back, an arm around your waist, a peck on your forehead and his large red coat around you. all for show right?

he wanted to puke.

the smell of cabbage wafted to his nose and he was oh so close to putting this fist through the wall. who on earth-

you were humming, again. “corio!” your voice was music to his ears, corio, no one said it to him anymore. not even tigris. but he only liked, only wanted it to come from you. “dinner is served, some of your favourites are here. i asked tigris what you use to eat as a kid. ooh, you never told me you liked cabbage, me too! guess that’s another thing we have in common.” you beamed as you walked over with a bottle of wine, “tell me when to stop.”

he eyed you up the entire time. trying to catch a fleck of disgust whilst you ate, andddd, nothing. you weren’t lying, you actually liked it. he swallowed his own fear and began to eat.

“mm, i was wondering what you wanted me to wear tonight? i’d like to match corio, if that’s okay with you.” corio smiled slightly, “i would like to match. i have something i would like you to wear tonight sweetheart.” your eyes darted forwards as the word fell, sweetheart.

you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, he only used terms like that in public. and based on his reaction afterwards, of which there was none, it meant that he probably didn’t even realise. or he did, you could never read him.

the red dress did things to coriolanus. the idea of you in it has his head spinning, but to actually see you in it? he wanted to throw you onto his bed and never let you out.

but to you it looked as if he was studying the dress rather than looking at you in it. “you look good.” you grinned, “thank you corio! i love your suit, you look very handsome.” you straightened his suit as he looked over your shoulder, your back was bare. “do you have a throw?” you quickly nodded and picked it up from the dresser. “good.” you already got a million stares in ordinary clothing, tonight was going to test his patience and anger.

the gala was gorgeous. for once there wasn’t ugly statues and weird color matches. a clean and pristine white hall, chandeliers, gold accents.

your heels clicked on the floor as coriolanus held his arm for you. “your hand please.” corio stared, waiting for your further explanation. “when we link arms your arm is too high for me. i end up with my arm at my neck.” you laughed as he lent his hand, which you gladly took.

stares and compliments at every corner of the room, everyone was looking at you two. the future president and first lady of panem. a match made in the capitol. you and coriolanus made the rounds, talking to present sponsors, potential sponsors and other candidates, much to coriolanus’s distaste. after a while you realised you were sort of just standing there, so you excused yourself for a drink and a closer view of the band.

“you look, ravishing.” charles operman. a sight which no one wanted to see, but to you he was just an ex-peer of the academy. “charles! thank you, corio picked it out for me.” you’d missed the way his jaw clenched at the mention of your husband, but you were to engrossed by the angelic singer and band. “you know, i always thought we’d end up together.”

the abruptness of his sentence had you choking on your drink, “excuse me, i’m married charles. i’m sorry if you thought that we would be together, i see you as a friend. i’d hate to lose a friend.” you smiled as he got uncomfortably closer and leaned into your ear, hand on your bare back.

coriolanus’s grip on his cup was tightening as he listened to lucky drone on and on. he wanted to see the life leave charles’s eyes, maybe his head would make as a nice present for you. “excuse me.” he nodded his head as he placed his cup on a passing waiters tray. you were helpless, and he was here to help you.

his breath was hot in your ear and you could smell the liquor on him as he was grabbed from you. “coriolanus, sir.” charles mocked salute as coriolanus stared at him, maybe he thought if he stared long enough hed burn into the floor. coriolanus rarely smiled, but this one was unsettling to say the least.

“if you ever put your hands on my wife, look at her, speak to her. it will be the last time you do so. i might just call in a favor with dr gaul, i hear your fond of snakes?” charles’s eyes widened, he hated snakes. he couldn’t even watch the 10th hunger games, the second he saw the snakes he ran to the bathroom and hurled.

“when i become president, you better keep yourself in line. it’d be horrible to see your family in the games no?” charles took a step back, “you can’t do that, i’m capitol.” coriolanus drew back,

“you won’t be for long.”

you couldn’t believe your eyes, of course he’d protect you but, threatening? he’d never do it right? the shutters of cameras had you reaching for corio, “can we leave my love?” coriolanus turned to you, “of course sweetheart.”

he’d stayed up for a long time. a smile came to his face when he remembered the sound of charles’s neck snapping. the door creaking open revealed a disheveled you, “corio? are you awake?” he sat up as you released a breath.

“what is it y/n?” you took a shy step forward, “i uhm, i can’t stop thinking about charles. he scared me, i didn’t know what to do corio. i-” you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as coriolanus swiftly got out of bed, helping you into his bed. “i- can i sleep here tonight? please?”

this was definitely not how he first expected to have you in his bed, but how could he say no to you? your hair in its braid, messy and lose, puffy eyes and tear stained face. he wished he’d first seen you cry underneath him but he’d take what he could get. what he didn’t expect was for him to like this, the scene of you crying, needing him. he was the one who could help you, console you, coddle you.

coriolanus nodded as he moved back to the bed, tucking himself and you in softy, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. god he’d held out for so long, denied himself and his feelings but having you in his arms was all he could ever want, but the idea of being in you flooded his head.

would you cry like this? would you shout and scream? did you like it soft and sweet? he couldn’t be soft and sweet, he’d savour the moment but he loved the idea of unravelling you, he’d be the only one to see you like this, him being the only one to make it happen.

you curled into his chest, like a baby. your soft cries and whimpers went straight to his crotch and soon enough you were asleep.

his sweetheart, his delicate little wife.

corios hand slipped downwards and into your pants, he promised himself he just wanted to feel but god you made it difficult. he saved you tonight, didn’t he deserve a reward? didn’t matter if you detested he had you where he liked. so he slowly rolled over and placed you on the bed.

your eyes fluttered at the change of placement but he couldn’t care less. he was done waiting.

you squirmed underneath him in your sleep but his worries faded away.