Girls When They Remember It All Too Well

could you write some Sejanus x coriolanus angst where instead of Sejanus being hanged he finds out coryo betrayed him in the worst way possible (kind of like a hurt no comfort thing but Sejanus is hurt because coryo betrayed him)

I'm so sorry, but I only write [character x reader] not only [character x character]. Thank you for the request, but I'm sorry to disappoint.

Eurovision Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Gladiator - People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense. [♡۵]

Perfection - Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that. [♡۵]

So This Is Love - Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other. [♡✭]

The Muse - Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance. [♡]

Pair Skating - Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does. [♡]

Begging For It - dom!Jann smut [✭]

Birthday Surprises - On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved. [♡]

Bojan Cvjetićanin

Ona - Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts. [➳]

Memorialising Tom singing I’m Just Ken karaoke forever.

Thank you so much for this and for the birthday wishes 💗

Sending all my love! ♡♡♡

would you ever write for kris <3

Hi! I can't believe that I finally found time to answer anon requests. I'm so sorry that I couldn't do it earlier, but I was so busy I practically didn't have any free time. But I'm happy to say that I will try to get around every request.

To answer your question, dear anon, I don't see why not! Sure, I would love to. If you still have an idea, feel free to send a request. Have a great day/night!🤗❤️

Thinking of making Bojan Cvjetićanin fic!

I might actually have an idea for it right now, too. But I don't know if anyone would be interested. I might just try to write one for fun, plus I practically don't see any and we can't have that.

Hope I delivered 😁

District 7 | Johanna Mason

Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (victor!reader)

Summary: Johanna and you seek some peace in District 7 after the rebellion.

Waning/s: angst and fluff, nightmares, talks about the games, tears, panic, curse words?, talks about Johanna's torture, rebellion, war, weapons (Johanna's ax), short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I agree with you, dear anon. Lumberjack!johanna has me like 🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️🤰 Also, I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Request -> Hi :) Can I request a Johanna x fem!reader that takes place after all the events of the mockingjay? The reader is also a victor of her games and is now living in district 7 with Johanna. I want to see what their life is like after the games and rebellion. What they’re like taking care of each other after nightmares and triggering situations. Also because happy times good, what is domestic life like for them now (Like lumberjack!johanna oof 😮‍💨). Give me all the angst, all the sadness, all the domestic feels, and all the fluff!

You felt like the war will truly never end. It was suffocating from the very start. Especially during the quarter quell and after. Since the moment Katniss shot that arrow into the whole of the force field that destroyed the arena and the power knocked you unconscious, you had a bad feeling. The moment you woke up and Finnick told you that the Capitol captured Johanna and Peeta you felt like you couldn't breathe.

The physical and mental torture that your lover had suffered during her time in the Capitol undet Snow's clutches and the mental torture that you had to fight with in the safety of District 13 didn't make your time there any earlier.

You were quite literally lost without her by your side. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day that you spent worrying about her, whether she was being killed, whether she was in unbearable pain, whether she was even alive made your head spin from just remembering it. But the moment that Johanna was back in your eyes everything felt so much easier. Since she was finally rescheduled, for the first time ever, you felt like you could actually make it through this rebellion. But you didn't allow yourself to be filled with hope too much, yet.

At Snow's execution you were quite literally freezing while standing between Johanna and Haymitch, your eyes never leaving Snow that was placed a few feet in front of you as you tried to pull your jacket a little bit tighter around your body.

The air was still thick with loss caused by the death of Johanna's and yours mutual friend Finnick and every other person that you have lost throughout the many years of Snow's tortures ruling of the Panem.

Shock ruled over your entire body as you watched Katniss fire the arrow that nested itself inside of Coin's heart. As she fell down, people all around you stepped forward to kill Snow. Both of the rulers were dead. At last there will be peace in the whole Panem.

The peace that you decided to chase with the love of your life. Her hand tightly placed into yours as you said your goodbyes to the rest of the poor, tortured souls that somehow survived against all odds.

The first step onto the train that would send you both to District 7 felt like freedom. The silent breeze that cherished your cheeks and hair as you walked towards Johanna's house, hand in hand with her, the smell of the lumber in the air was a sign that you could perhaps find peace with the one you fought so hard for.

District 7 was good for you. It was different from your old home, for sure, but it was a good change. A change that your hears, soul and your spirit in general needed to live. During the day, when your therapists didn't visit or when you didn't have to visit them in the Capitol, Johanna and you would take calming strolls along the woods of her District, the smell of lumber became familiar. A sent without which you would probably, quite literally die, felt like peace. The word that both Johanna and you continued to chase endlessly.

But it wasn't easy.

The nightmares were overwhelming most of the time. Both of you would wake up in a cold sweat, practically screaming yourselves awake. Tears and panic was endless, but the presence of each other brought a great comfort to both of you.

One time you were laying in Johanna's and yours bed, molded into the sheets and pillows that were practically drowning you, hiding you from the world, as you tried to chase the sleep that you didn't get last night because of Johanna's nightmare. It didn't matter, though. As long as she was safe nothing else to you mattered. Just as you fell asleep, the nightmares from your own games started to drag you in.

The cold sweat covered your skin as you screamed yourself awake. Your breathing was heavy, you couldn't control it. Your hand reached over to Johanna's side of the bed feeling the cold grace your fingertips and you felt like someone spilled a bucket of freezing cold water over your head.

"Johanna!" A scream broke free from your throat as you dashed out of the bed in a lightning speed, trying to reach the door of the house to go outside.

You were forcefully put into a panicked frenzy as you practically broke down the door of the house, your head turning around in every possible direction. You were trying to find her.

And there she was. An ax in the hand, standing a few feet away from the house as she chopped the wood, the pile of lumber growing bigger and bigger with each swing. Her arms flexing as she was lightly covered in sweat from the hard work. Her eyebrows frowned in concentration. Her gorgeous pair of crystals looked at you in confusion and light concern as she watched your panicked expression.

"You good, dummy?" She asked you as she struck her ax into the wood before whipping away the sweat that glued her freshly grown bangs against her forehead.

"I just..." You sighed in relief once again as you watched her. "I just had a nightmare and you weren't there when I woke up, but it's okay."

Johanna quickly brought you into her arms, wrapping you up in their safety as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear in a desperate attempt to calm you down.

"It's okay. You're okay. I'm okay."

"You're okay." You breathed out once more following her lead.

She separated herself from you for a moment before she brought you in for a delicate kiss that was oh so her.

"We're okay. We will be." She whispered against your lips, her arms never leaving once she wrapped them around your neck.

Perfection | Jan Rozmanowski/Jan

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x plus size!reader

Summary: Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that.

Warning/s: mentions of hate comments, crying, mental breakdown, insecurity and just fluff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm sorry)

Author's note: So I kind of fucked up. This was the request. That I, somehow, accidentally deleted after I wrote it. So I'm so sorry about it. Anyhow, thank you so much for a beautiful request, darling! I am so sorry if I didn't live up to the expectations. I know this one is very short and I'm so sorry for it. I do hope that you will enjoy this. Thank you and have a nice day/night, too!❤️

You truly felt like shit. Of course, it wasn't the first time. It happens to everyone through life, but right now... you were feeling as shitty as it can possibly get.

Jan and you started dating two years ago after meeting randomly at your favorite caffe place that somehow ended up being his favorite caffe place, too. It was safe to say that you immediately kicked. You had the same taste in music, in drinks, you both loved to do pretty much same stuff and you truly felt happy that you met him. At first you were just friends, but it quickly became something else.

You realized that you loved him a few days after he did. The moment he realized, he came in barging into your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a love confession. It was so cliché, but you loved every possible second of it. Sometimes, even now, you liked to tease him about how cheesy and cliché it was just so you could make him blush as he starts to deny it all.

Jan and you wanted to keep your relationship privet of a little while. You enjoyed the privacy. You enjoyed the secrecy. You loved it, in fact. But after a while, you decided that it was probably time to tell everyone because, after a while, after two years, you got tired of seeking around every time you went out while worrying if somebody was going to see you or not. So Jan and you decided to post about it.

So here you were now. Crying in your room after reading a bunch of hate comments that just made you more insecure about yourself. You knew that the comments shouldn't be getting to you as much as they did, but somehow it still bugged you so much. You got very upset. However, telling Jan about it was out of the question for you because you didn't want him to think that you were being just overly sensitive and just plainly, unnecessarily dramatic.

However, you could just go ahead and kiss that decision of your goodbye. You were so upset, so deep in your mental breakdown that you didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear him calling your name. You didn't even hear him opening the door of your room until you felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around you.

You got startled a little bit, but soon kind of relaxed knowing that it was Jan who was hugging you.

He was drowning you in questions about what happened, but you didn't answer him for a while. So instead he just let you cry your eyes out as he held you until you told him what happened.

"I don't want to hear you talk about yourself in that way!" He was telling you as he held you, showering you in love and affection. "You are the most beautiful, gorgeous person in the whole wide world. So don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You are my person. I want to share all the good and the bad stuff, I want to share the tears and the joy of life with you. I want to have a future with you because I simply can't see one without you in it. You are perfect. You are perfect for me. Don't tell yourself otherwise. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

After that painful night, Jan posted a post on Instagram saying how important you are to him and how much he loved you and didn't care about the haters because if they hated you it meant that they hated him, too.

The hate was still there, but it was toned down a notch. But it didn't matter to you anymore. You were in love and you were perfect for each other. That's the only thing that truly matters.

You: *on the phone* Wong? I need your help! I-

Wong: is the Sanctum on fire?

You: …no?

Wong: then it’s not an emergency *hangs up*

Wanda: well? what did he say? what do we do about the portal to hell in the living room?

You: apparently it’s not an emergency

Stephen: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??

Yet another Taylor Swift inspired Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader fic coming over the week.

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