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No because Clark wanting that giant monster to go to some space zoo is absolutely adorable and wholesome and now i need a scene of him just spending a couple of hours wandering around the space zoo and baby talking scary spacemonsters.

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Finally watched the new Superman movie today. I'm about to get absolutely insufferable with how obsessed i am with it.

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They live to sass

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I understand Bob on a deep level because I, too, would be instantly cured if Yelena Belova started hugging me.

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Leo with Calypso bothers me so much bc she's a (3rd generation) Titaness and if im not wrong even OLDER than the Olympians.

wdym she ends up with a minor?

Like i guess this is always a thing with a immortal x mortal ship but it still weirds me out.

Also Leo and Calypso BOTH need to learn to love themselves before loving someone else.

I think Rick could have chosen to let Leo get back to save Calypso not bc he loved her but bc he's a good person and her imprisonment wasn't fair. It would be the heroic act that truly starts off his development as a Hero of Olympus.

And for Calypso to be free of that island without immediately having her life attached to someone else would be so good for her.

Like, let her discover the modern world and meet people. Let her live her life without a man like the Olympians told her she could no do without.

Let Leo and Calypso have a deep platonic connection forged by acts of kindness and loyalty.

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This with Tasm!Peter Parker 🫠

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Ghosts Don’t Knock

It was an offhand comment that helped Dick realize his brother had no clue.

Jason didn’t want his help. He made that abundantly clear when Dick jumped into the fray of the fight. “Go to the manor and play house or something!” his little brother had grunted before knocking one of The Penguin’s men out with a swift punch.

Half an hour later the two found themselves sitting on a rooftop overlooking the streets of Gotham. Jason had calmed down somewhat. Fist-fighting a few dozen goons was probably therapeutic to him or something.

Dick was just glad Jason didn’t seem to be planning to run off. Not yet at least.

He took a deep breath, preparing for the upcoming conversation. “What you said earlier…”

Jason huffed. “What about it?”

Dick bounced on the balls of his feet, a nervous gesture giving away just how reluctant he was to ask. “You do know…I mean- I assume you did your research on- what I mean-”

“Spit it out, Dick.” Jason grunted, eyeing the fire escape and, okay, Dick probably should get to the point before Jason takes off but this has been a painful subject for a long time now.

Here goes nothing. “You do know we’re children of divorce, right?”

Silence.

Jason didn’t move but Dick saw the flicker of confusion in the boy’s- man’s eyes.

“We assumed you knew, but maybe we shouldn’t have but you seemed to know a lot about what we’ve done- or haven’t done I suppose- after you- since-” Dick’s rambling cut short when Jason turned to face him fully.

“The fuck you mean divorce?”

Dick smiled half-heartedly that probably looked more pained than anything. “Mum left dad.”

Jason blinked and Dick waited patiently as the younger one processed the information.

“I-” for the first time since he came back Jason seemed speechless. “Fuck.”

Dick frowned a little disbelievingly. “You really didn’t know? It was all anyone seemed to be able to talk and write about for ages. She moved out and served dad the papers through her lawyer. You haven’t-” He hesitated. “You haven’t gone to see her yet?”

He’d been back from the dead, or Red Hood was, for months now. Jason was always more a mama’s boy and she claimed not to have any favorites but her smile was always softer when directed at Jason.

Jason shook his head. “What happened?”

“Life,” Dick said.

The end of yours, he didn’t say.

To say Dick was confused would be an understatement. He’d thought that the first thing Jason would after getting back to Gotham would be to seek her out and have an ugly-cry-worthy reunion.

Did she even know Jason was back?

Bruce might have told her, but the man was also a trainwreck when it came to her. She turned the serious, stony batman who struck fear into criminals into a bumbling schoolboy with the hint of her smile.

Now Jason was the one shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

“Is she okay?” he asked quietly, and for a second Dick saw his little brother from years ago. The one Dick would tease about clinging to their mother’s skirt like a little kid. It’s all so familiar that he had to take a deep breath, nostalgia creating a pit in his stomach.

“Define okay,” Dick shrugged. “After…” He stopped himself, cringing at his own words. “She stayed in your room for a couple of months. Slept on the floor I think, didn’t let anyone touch or change anything. Then one day she just…I don’t know. It was too much, I suppose. Said she was staying at her parents’ place for a bit and that she’d come back but she never did. She kept in contact with us ofcourse but it's not the same.”

Jason inhaled sharply through his nose and Dick realized that he’d been actively avoiding her. All it took is typing in her name on any platform and the divorce would be the first result to come up.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and unmoving.

Dick let it go on for a couple of minutes before it started to bother him and he spoke up again. “According to studies the divorce rate for grieving parents up to 72% is, depending on factors like coping mechanisms, and support systems.”

Jason scoffed but there was no real bite to it. “Well that explains it.”

“You should go see her.” Dick insisted.

“Dick.” Jason said, with a tone like he was being unreasonable for even suggesting it.

“She probably still thinks you’re dead.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed warningly. “Dick.”

“What? You don’t want to go see her? She’s your mom. She loves you and she never stopped grieving-”

“Dick-”

“She deserves to know. If anyone deserved to know that you’re back it’s her. She probably won’t even care that you’ve thrown dad’s no-kill rule through the shredder-”

A harsh shove to his shoulder shut him up. He knew he was pushing it and was probably lucky it wasn’t a punch to the face but it had to be said.

“Shut up.” Jason spat. He turned back to the view of the city, shoulders drawn tight.

“Jason,” Dick’s voice had a scolding hint to it.

The man sighed, sounding world-weary. “Ofcourse I want to see her,” he said. “I just-”

Dick nodded like he understood. He didn’t, but he could try to see it from his point of view. She spent most of their time as Robin fretting over them and fully agreeing with Bruce’s rules in fighting crime. Jason has stepped and spit on those rules without hesitation.

What Jason didn’t know and Dick did was that her second son’s death changed her. He knew that Jason could burn the world down and she would still welcome him back home with open arms.

“Go see her.” Dick said firmly. “I’ll text you the address. It’s not even a half hour’s drive from here.”

Jason looked hesitant, “I don’t know.”

“Just trust me,” Dick insisted a little bit desperately.

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Her mind went blank the moment she walked into her living room and saw her dead son sitting at her dining table.

It’s amazing what the mind can conjure up, she decides. It’s not exactly how she thought he would look like in his early twenties but it's close.

The white tuft of hair for example. She has no clue how her mind came up with that but he looks so delightfully real that she doesn’t care.

The scars from wounds she hadn’t patched up were placed randomly and she realized her mind was cruel to show him with a J on his cheek.

He looks out of place in the cozy space. Not that he could ever be out of place in her home but more in the way of being unfamiliar with a new space.

She guessed the trick her mind was playing on her would stop some time soon. Perhaps she should listen to her therapist about medication…

“Mom,” the hallucination said.

Oh wow, it was really realistic. It sounded exactly like him, only his voice was deeper and there’s a pinch to his face like the sight of her pained him. Which was ridiculous. He’s dead. His pain has ended, his suffering over, in a better place now or whatever bullshit people told her in an effort to console her.

This wasn’t good for her. She had to buy groceries and cook. It was important to take care of herself, or so her therapist kept insisting.

“You’re not real.” She said simply as she walked into her kitchen. She opened the fridge to see if she had to add anything to her grocery list. Tomatoes, orange juice, maybe some dessert…

“Mom,” the hallucination said again, softer this time and sounding so sad that it broke her heart.

She shook her head and continued her list. She was out of eggs, which she would need to make the quiche recipe Alfred had recommended she try.

She could still see the hallucination in her peripheral vision. It was slowly walking toward her, wary, like she was some stray animal he was trying not to fright. Well consider her frightened. The hallucination should be gone by now.

Maybe she should call Dick tonight before he goes on patrol. He has experience with hallucinations. Maybe he’ll know some tricks to-

A hand pushed the fridge closed, which was weird because hallucinations should not be able to do that. They also shouldn’t be able to smell like Jason, only with a hint of gunpowder and something metallic like blood and-

“Oh god,” she squeezed her eyes shut.

She could feel the air shift as he moved closer and hear his steady breathing as if he was real and alive and in front of her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and they immediately welled with tears. Until now she had only seen him in the corner of her eyes, her mind playing tricks on her when she was somewhere that reminded her of him which was just about everywhere-

“I’m so sorry,” the hallucination (?) whispered.

He looked so much like Jason it hurt. Only his eyes are different now. They’re more green than blue. Why would her mind change his eye color? They were just fine the way they were. Maybe-

She reached out without realizing. The tip of her finger accidentally brushing his skin.

Impossible.

She felt like was was going to pass out. “You-Wh-” she stammered. “You’re real?”

“I am,” he nodded quickly. “I am and I am so sorry mom-”

She was drinking in every detail as he apologized. She didn’t know why he was apologizing. He had done nothing wrong. He was taken from them, murdered in cold blood. She had seen the footage. A 15-year-old boy writhing in his chains and screaming for mercy that never came. He’d deserved none of it.

And now he was here.

She reached out again, just to be sure, and once again made contact with real warm skin. He stopped his rambling apologies and stared at her wide eyed.

She managed a wobbly smile, “You’re all grown up.”

Confusion flickered across his face, then something but heartbreakingly soft and ruthlessly fierce. Then he hugged her so tightly her toes lifted from the floor for a moment.

Her baby was home.

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Tony in DC

My mind just randomly asked me what would happen if Tony Stark got dropped into the DC universe. The answer: chaos.

Tony meeting Bruce Wayne: "So, you're a poorer, goth, pacifist version of me."

Tony meeting Dick Grayson : "Ah, you're the kid just without powers."

Tony meeting Superman: "Ah, you're Cap with powers."

Tony meeting Tim Drake: "You're hired."

Tony meeting Joker: "But you're not even funny! This place has no standards."

Tony meeting Scarecrow: "I have my own fear toxin: it's called anxiety, bitch!"

Tony meeting Wonder Woman: "...Nat and Thor's lovechild? I honestly can't decide. Anyway, you're terrifying. Let's be friends."

Tony meeting Lex Luthor: "Ha! Kingpin is bald in all universes!"

Tony meeting Aquaman: “Smash.”

Justice League: “So…you don’t want help finding a way back?” Tony: “Nah, I give it 3 days before the kid shows up” Justice League: “And you’re certain of this, why?” Tony: “Because this is about the last place I want him to be. So naturally, he’ll be here.” Bruce, father of eight, who can deeply relate: “Mood.”

Peter, showing up 2 days later: “This place has no Thor? No wonder it’s so depressing.”

Peter: “This place has no J. Jonah Jameson? Mr. Stark, can we stay here?” Tony: “Peter, no.”

Tony, at some point: “So what’s the deal with aliens in this universe? Cause in my universe they're a big, big problem.” Clark Kent: “…”

Tony to Harley Quinn: “Have you ever tried therapy?”

Tony to Poison Ivy: “I understand the instant hatred for me but also I invented a self-sustaining clean energy in my universe so I feel like the murder attempts are a bit much.”

Jason: “Bruce and I have a complicated relationship because he has a code against killing and I don’t.” Tony, was literally called the Merchant of Death: “Seriously? I wish the kid would use a gun every once in a while. He thinks his healing factor makes it ok for him to get shot but i have a heart condition and need a break from digging out bullets.”

Tony: “You think he’s my son?” Justice League: “You call him your kid all the time” Tony: “THE kid. I call him THE kid.” Justice League: “He finished the calculations to get back to your universe and you put the plans on the fridge.” Tony: “...He’s an orphan. He needs reassurance and encouragement.”

Tony: “I don’t know how, but you’re making me miss my universe’s wizard and he’s a pain in the ass.” Constantine: “I don’t give a flying fuck.” Tony: “See! At least Strange has some pizzazz to go with the magic.”

Tony meeting Killer Croc: “Listen, I know this great dermatologist. I’ll give you her card.”

Captain Boomerang: “Stop laughing!” Tony: “Aye aye cap’n!” *wheeze*

Peter: “Why birds? Dick: “What?” Peter: “We have Falcon and Hawkeye, here they have like 10 robins, Talon, Hawkman, the penguin, a group called birds of prey…why birds?” Dick: “Why spiders?” Peter: “Got bit by one that gave me powers. What’s your excuse?”

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Ok so i love Merlin magic reveals but theres just something special about Merlin Dragonlord reveals

The ones where Arthur finds out and suddenly realises "Holy-shit-i-told-Merlin-that-his-own-father-wasnt-worth-a-tear-why-is-he-still-at-my-side-im-a-horrible-person-"

And i've seen several versions of this reveal and what the responses would be

But i haven't seen one i had in my mind

Just imagine this: Merlin grows his hair out ("no, gwaine, im not copying your hairstyle stfu-") and grows a beard

And Arthur thinks it's hot that he looks oddly familiar but can't place it

He tells tells Merlin this and Merlin sits there in cold sweat thinking Arthur is connecting him to Dragoon or something

It takes Arthur a week (A whole week!) to figure out who bearded Merlin reminds him of

They’re sitting around the fire on their way to a quest or whatever

And Arthur looks at Merlin who's attempting to carve what looks like a misformed dog from a piece of wood when Arthur suddenly gets flashbacks to that time The Great Dragon escaped and they went in search for the last Dragonlord.

Balinor. Merlin looks like Balinor.

And now that he sees it he can't unsee it. It's uncanny how much they look alike. Almost like father and son...

And that is how Arthur realises that he never defeated The Great Dragon and that Merlin is in fact the last dragonlord and "shit-shit-shit-my-father-ruined-his-fathers-life-and-i-told-him-not-to-cry-about-it-"

Ignoring the fact that Uther believed that Dragonlords were too close to magic Arthur confronts Merlin about it, and promises him it's alright, it will all be alright. And Merlin can barely get out a word before Arthur hugs him, both of them pretending that Merlin totally isnt crying.

Arthur takes any books on dragons and dragonlords he can find and gives them to Merlin.

(Bonus points if Merlin lets Arthur come along the next time he summons Kilgarrah for help and Arthur promptly kisses Merlin after hearing him use that voice because 'holy-shit-hes-so-hot-what-the-actual-fuck')

((Even more bonus points if they adopt Aithusa together))

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The wrong one

Pairing: Qimir x Seer!reader (hinted future Qimir x Seer!reader x Osha) Warnings: none

Seer!reader who, no matter what she did to try and make it stop, kept getting visions of dark figures and ominous shadows since she was a youngling. She’d always been prone to Force visions, but as she got older, the visions became darker. It scared her. 

Seer!reader who told her master, trusting they would help her. She didn’t expect the wary glances that followed. There were plenty of Force users who had glimpses into the future, but for some reason, hers were the only ones filled with darkness and death. 

Seer!reader slowly getting shut out by everyone. Distrustful gazes followed her wherever she went. She slowly came to the realization that they believed the darkness she saw wasn’t from the future but was coming from her. 

Seer!reader not being able to take it anymore and leaving the Order. She waited for the guilt that would follow, but it never came. Taking a ship and traveling for days until something made her stop. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew she was meant to find it. 

Seer!reader traveling to a planet she’d never been to before and hiding the ship deep in the forest. Spending days trying to pinpoint where the feeling came from before ending up close to the coast, just as her rations were about to run out. 

Seer!reader spending the next few hours watching the view, finally feeling at peace—even with the unknown pair of eyes burning holes into the back of her head. Someone was watching her, and though her brain told her to hide, that the presence was shrouded in darkness, her instincts told her she was exactly where she was supposed to be. 

Seer!reader catching glimpses of something silver between the rocks. Almost like a helmet? She reached out with the Force but found herself blocked from sensing the figure’s thoughts. She decided to let the masked figure come to her. 

Seer!reader watching a ship fly in and a man walk out, almost tripping over a rock before his gaze met hers and his eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, hello,” he greeted. He had pale skin, brown eyes, and greasy black hair, which hung down both sides of his face.  “Did you get stranded here?” he asked. “There aren’t many people who know of this planet, let alone visit it.”  She shook her head. “No,” she said simply, looking between him and the place where the masked figure had been earlier. Something was off. 

Seer!reader figuring out Qimir’s persona within minutes, catching him off-guard. He had been immediately suspicious of the woman who looked lost but perfectly calm at the same time. When she explained to him why she was there, he scoffed. The future was always changing and nothing is permanent. He had no use for her and told her as much. He thought for a moment she might punch him but she pressed her lips firmly together, torn between offense and amusement.

Seer!reader refusing to leave, setting up camp close to the coast to give the stranger space but still staying near him. She knew he was watching her, suspicious of her. But unlike when her old mentor and fellow Jedi had done that, it didn’t bother her. She could feel him breach her mind multiple times a day, trying to catch her off guard and reveal anything incriminating. 

Seer!reader slowly gaining his trust. Any questions he had, she answered honestly. She knew what he was, and was learning bit by bit who he was. She never judged him, never questioned his goals, never doubted him. By the time he allowed her to stay in the cave with him during a storm, she had become a vital part of his life without even knowing what that really meant. Her visions didn't lessen but the darkness didn't scare her anymore.

Seer!reader being the one to kiss him first, feeling nervous for the first time since arriving on the planet. Slowly pulling away from the kiss and anxiously studying his face for any reaction. Before she knew it, his hand was on the back of her neck, hauling her mouth to his. She stayed with him in the cave from then on. 

Seer!reader knowing something was missing. They belonged together—she knew that much. But it was like trying to light a fire with no air. Like having a solar system of moons and planets but no sun. They were missing that one specific, final piece of the puzzle. 

Seer!reader meeting Mae, a vengeful girl with a strong connection to the Force, and immediately disliking her. Mae couldn’t know Qimir’s true identity, and she was glad to protect that secret. She waited until the aspiring acolyte was gone before draping herself across Qimir’s lap, mumbling, “She’s the wrong one.”  Qimir asking her to explain, but she simply shrugs and repeats her statement. 

Seer!reader barely tolerating Mae’s presence and being glad any time she left for missions The Stranger gave her. The only downside was that when Mae left for a mission, so did Qimir—disguised as an unassuming former arms smuggler for the Hutt clan, supplying Mae with the intelligence and equipment needed to defeat her foes while keeping tabs on her. 

Seer!reader watching Qimir return from Mae’s mission to kill four Jedi with an unconscious girl in his arms. It wasn’t Mae, though they looked exactly alike. A smile pulled at her lips. 

“You found her.” 

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"We just got married."

"We did."

Anakin sat on the edge of the bed and she moved at stand in between his legs, absentmindedly caressing the soft skin of his cheek, lost in thought whilst staring so softly at him he felt he could melt.

She seemingly snapped back to reality and a wide grin spread across her face.

"Maker, we just got married Ani!"

She quickly launched at him, tackling him to the bed knocking the breath out of him but he felt a smile forming on his own face at her delighted laugh in his neck as she clung to him.

Carefully she moved off him and laid down on her side, Anakin doing the same facing her.

"Anakin Skywalker," she smiled adoringly "My husband."

He reached out with his hand to brush her hair out of her face, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.

He whispered her name with reverence, and it felt almost unreal how much love he felt for her, "My wife."

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Worst nightmare

She had him wrapped around her little finger.  

Coriolanus knew she did. He's no longer the same teenage boy trying to wrap his head around what this achy feeling in his chest is. He no longer convinces himself it's hunger, or that he's just confused. He knows the feeling is longing, desire, lust, or maybe even love.  

After everything that happened in District 12 with Sejanus, with Lucy and the people he left behind he had hoped he'd never have to go through this again. A foolish hope, he realizes now. He's a human being and it's almost unavoidable there are people out there who would know just the right thing to say or just the right thing to do for him to lose his ambition focused mind in the fog that is love, or obsession in his case. He's not sure there's really a difference between the two.  

But he thought he knew better than to let someone in again. He hadn't liked how Lucy made him feel vulnerable, and how it had hurt when he realized she'd left him in the woods.  

Yet here he was, pressing this infuriating woman against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips, their lips barely parting to breathe before pulling the other back in. 

She was perfect.  

Absolutely perfect.  

She was also his close friend's wife. 

He always thought of himself as a gentleman. Sure, he did questionable things and studied under the most questionable woman of Panem during his time at university, but at least he was polite about it. Or at least, he acted in the way one would expect a gentleman to act. 

Kissing your old classmate and close friend's wife is not very gentleman-like. He knows this but when she tangles her hand in his hair the way she does, he can't find it in himself to care.  

“Festus will come find me” she murmured into the kiss. He ignored her and started to kiss his way down her neck. He's not going to acknowledge another man's name coming from her mouth when his mouth is the one making her keen so sweetly. 

She repeated her words and when ignored her once again she gently nudged him back a bit so she could look into his eyes “Coriolanus, you know he can’t catch us. Everything will be ruined” 

He thought he might start laughing. He honestly pities the tree somewhere out there whose single purpose is to replace the oxygen her husband wastes. “Festus Creed does not have the capability of ruining anything for me” 

She hummed and brushed his hair off his face. “Your mood before we came here seemed pretty ruined to me” 

His grip on her waist tightened at the memory of Festus drunkenly clinging to her, embarrassing her, during the entirety of the evening before Coriolanus had cleverly thought of an excuse to whisk her away. 

“Very daring, to take me away from my husband in front of all those people” she whispers, her hands coming up to rest gently on his shoulders.  “Not at all like you to take that kind of risks” 

He didn't bother responding to that and simply rested his head in the crook of her neck, pulling her body as close as possible to his. She rolled her head to the side, giving him better access as her eyelids fell shut. His nose grazes up and down the length of her neck, breathing her in. 

It had been a long day. His path to becoming Panem's president was set and he was prepared to wait for the perfect moment now that he has the right people on his side. He was not an impatient man, but so close to his goal it was hard not to long for time to speed up just a little bit. 

That's why he'd already been annoyed when he arrived at this fundraiser which must be the 10th this month, and then he had to watch Festus wrap his arms around her. It was just too much.  

When they are together, it's like all the noise is cancelled out and he can finally feel at peace. His mind finally rests and he enjoys when they focus solely on each other and nothing else.  

“Marry me” she murmurs in a voice like honey.  

He's taken aback, pulling away from her to look at her wide-eyed. He hardly noticed anything around him; he felt disorientated, dizzy. His mind worked feverishly. Did she really just ask that? Did he imagine things?  

It takes a moment for him to gather himself enough to answer her. “What?” 

She tilts her head to the side with a grin, linking their hands. “Marry me. You want to become president and you have all it takes to become one except for a wife. People will expect you to have one by the time the campaigning truly starts, and you know no one works a crowd better than me. I have them hanging onto my every word within seconds,” she pulled him down slightly so she could comfortably wrap her arms around his neck “With my family name, and influence, and your talent as a natural leader, combine the two of us and Panem would be yours by the end of the year” 

He stared at the wall on the other side of the room.  

Laying her fingers on his left cheek, she turned his face to look at her. “Just imagine how powerful we could be together as a couple” 

He was imagining it. But... 

“They'd never allow you to divorce Festus” he said with certainty. This he knew for sure. The family name and influence she spoke of would not be as impactful if everyone knew she divorced someone from the Creed family. They'd call her crazy, and steer clear of her.  

“We could not marry unless Festus were dead” 

Her eyes darted between his, her hand cupping his face. She truly was ethereal.  

“I know”  

Her response is entirely too calm and he frowned at her.  

During events he would often watch her socialize and play the crowd just like she said, until they were hanging onto every word that fell past her pretty lips. She always seemed so genuine when she talked to people, but he had caught the glint of ambition in her eyes, just like him.  

She was an impeccable liar without a tell. She could lie to whoever she wanted to. Despite that she tended to be a very honest woman. He knew he would be able to count on her if she was on his side. Her, with her always impeccable appearance and her fashionably styled hair wearing nothing but lavish clothing standing out blindingly, concealing her still very much venomous nature.  Perfect. Absolutely perfect she was.  

Festus was undeserving of a woman like her. He'd always thought it but now he was sure of it. 

He could already picture it. Him, waving down at the crowd with her by his side, the envy of Panem. There would always be people against him and his tendency of making unethical choices. But how could they doubt his leadership if a woman as good as her was married to him? They'd believe she'd keep him on the right path. 

She was working her way to the top, and she was succeeding. So it would only make sense for her to ask him. Festus had his sights set on presidency too, but if she believed Coriolanus had a better chance... Coriolanus tried not to let it get to his head.

Was she insinuating he kill Festus for her? So they could marry and she could become Panem's First Lady? Did she know he'd killed before? If she did, she obviously wasn't bothered by it or scared of him because of it.  

But then there was Festus. Coriolanus didn't particularly like the guy, in fact, seeing Festus trip was the highlight of his day not even a week ago, but could he kill the Creed heir? He had killed before but in this situation it's less trivial. It's not about survival, nor about making it to the top. He was sure he could make it without her...but still... did he want to, without her? Is she not worth it? Is having her by his side worth killing Festus Creed for? 

She's not worth it, he thought and tasted the lie as soon as it crossed his mind. 

He met her eyes and thought of her smile – the smile he can't ever seem to get out of his head – and- 

He was going to kill Festus Creed.  

Memories of Sejanus flashed across his mind. Sejanus had been in the way of him ever returning to the Capitol. So he took choices that haunted him, but he didn't regret. Just like he wouldn't regretting ridding her of her infuriatingly incapable husband.  

Truthfully, Coriolanus was surprised Festus was able to stand with a spine that weak. Always following what others told him to do, never thinking for himself, so easy to manipulate. Yet he saw himself suitable for presidency?

His hands have settled on her waist seemingly out of pure instinct. His throat felt dry, and he swallowed several times before he tried to speak. 

“Yes” he nodded, decision made “Alright” 

Something bright flared in her eyes as she looked at him. After a pause, she practically launched herself at him, knocking into him so hard that he had to take a step back. He laughed quickly. One of his hands is still on her waist, but the other cups the back of her neck as his thumb strokes over her throat.   

She tilted her head up and pecked his lips. Something horrible tugged at his chest, and he knew. There's no one more dangerous in the world than her. Because he's obsessed and in love as she gazed up at him through her lashes. 

The blood was thundering through his brain. Happiness filled his chest; a dizzying sensation and his head swam with emotion. His arm slid around her waist, his hand coming to rest on her hip. 

“Mrs Snow” he whispered like a promise, smoothing his thumb over her cheek.  

"What is it?" she chuckled "Why are you looking at me like that?"  

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, roughly but passionately. 

"You are my worst nightmare and the woman of my dreams all at once"