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Jabberjays | Johanna Mason

Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (District4!Finnick's sister!reader)

Summary: During the attack of the Jabberjays Katniss is introduced to a whole different Johanna.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, the quarter quell, jabberjays, panic, screaming, weapons, you know typical hunger games stuff, also this is more like a short blurb but yeah, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I always wanted to write something about the Jabberjay attack so I absolutely loved the request! Also I made the reader Finnick's sister, I hope that's okay. Hope you enjoy!!

Request -> hi! i have a request for johanna!! could u do one where fem!reader and her are in a relationship that’s not secret just private (like only finnick knows) but something happens in the arena where johanna gets worried about r & finnick and katniss have a talk like johanna and katniss did in the movie abt annie? sry if that was too long or didn’t make sense! ty <33

Johanna just went into the thick forest to get some water with the spile that Haymitch send them so that they don't die of dehydration. She was regretting it now.

Katniss, Peeta, Beetee, your brother Finnick and you were on the beach. You were sitting with Katniss on the dry sand as you anxiously waited for Johanna to return from the forest as you stated at the hole in the sand that Johanna's ax made.

Thankfully, you thought to yourself, she took it with her.

Everything was relatively peaceful, too peaceful even. You didn't like it one bit. Something was coming. The game makers wouldn't allow the things to be so peaceful for so long. You were soon proven right as you heard the ear piercing scream that only seemed to shake through you.

"Johanna!" Your voice screamed back, every bit of common sense leaving you as you bolted towards the sound of Johanna's bloody-like screams.

You left your knives on the beach, along with the rest of your team that were screaming your name, confused from your actions as they tried to keep up with you. You were in a vulnerable place as you waved your hands around, trying to keep the thick leaves, that were swang down blocking your vision, away from your face as you ran still screaming Johanna's name as much as she screamed yours.

"Johanna!" You shouted as you reached the center of the forest where Johanna's screams were.

You were moving around in the circle, trying to determine where exactly her voice was coming from. After a while it hit you as you realized that her screams were coming from above. High in the trees. Then you saw the jabberjays flopping their little wings in the air, swaying the leaves of the trees and you knew that you fell right in the Capitol's trap.

"Y/N!" Finnick's muffled voice came towards you and you quickly turned towards him. Katniss, Beetee and Peeta were there with him, looking extremely concerned.

But why were they not coming closer?

The painful sounds of Johanna's screaming was messing with your head, panick gripping onto each and every fragment of your mind and body.

Why were they not coming over? Why aren't they helping? Why are they just standing there?!

Your felt your arms moving up, your hands gripping your head to try and kill the ever racing thoughts and the continuous mocking of the jabberjays. Then, as your eyes frantically searched the area, you spotted Johanna. Her eyes full of concern only reserved for her close friends and her love.

Then, the next thing that happened just confused you even more. Finnick grabbed her arm quickly, stopping her as she moved forward towards you, ax in her hand. She twisted her arm, releasing her arm from Finnick's grip as she yelled at him while he talked to her about something that you didn't hear. Her expression changed from concerned to utterly horrified.

"Y/N!" You heard Johanna's muffled, concerned voice mixing with the imitation of the screaming that the jabberjays provided.

You didn't think, the constant screaming was too much. You ran towards her, but came to a stop when your body hit something invisible. The force field. You started banging your hands against the force field trying to ignore the looks of pity and concern from your lover, brother and allies. You didn't want to except this.

The screaming intensified as the birds got closer to you, and you found yourself sliding onto the ground, screaming bloody murder just so you could tone down the sound of Johanna's and Finnick's torturous screams. Johanna was taping on the force field shouting at you something that you didn't understand.

That's how Johanna found herself banging her ax forcefully against the force field, trying to break it. Finnick next to her, hitting the force field with his trident, his eyes full of concern as he watched his baby sister's torture.

The new hour began and Katniss watched the scene in front of her not believing the state that Johanna was in. The hurried movements with her ax, the horrified expression on her face, her eyes full of concern. She cared about someone here. She actually, genuinely, cared about someone here.

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"Y/N!" Johanna's voice reached your ears, tearing through the ringing in them as you swayed back and forth on the ground. "The hour is up! You okay! It's over! I'm here!"

After you finally came to your senses enough to look at her, you immediately wrapped your arms around her as tightly as you possibly could, not letting go.

"Johanna," You gasped through neverending sobs as your body shook against hers. "You're all right."

"We're both alright." She answered you with the softest voice Katniss ever heard.

Later on you all gathered at the beach once again. Peeta and Beetee went of a bit further away on the beach, looking for some food. Johanna and you settled down on the edge of the beach away from the rest of the team, but still in their eyesight, and finally Katniss and Finnick sat down, learning against the trees.

"Are they together?" Katniss asked Finnick, breaking the silence. "Johanna and Y/N?"

"Yes." Finnick answered immediately, his sea-green eyes snapped to look at her gray ones. "They didn't really keep it a secret, it was private. Only Mags, Annie, Haymitch and I knew really. They wanted to keep it in the close circle of friends."

"I've never seen Johanna act like that before," Katniss quietly murmured as she processed this new information that Finnick told her. "It was quite terrifying."

"Yeah, well," Finnick couldn't help himself as he chuckled playfully at her confession. "Johanna loves her so much. It is terrifying, honestly." He, however, continued on a more serious note. "Y/N won her games a year before Johanna. She helped her when she was going through tough times after she went out of the arena. Johanna lost her family. Y/N is the only thing that she lives for, now. She said it herself when I gave her, correction," Finnick held his finger up in the air, noting that he expressed himself wrongly. "Tried, key word tried, to give her I'm-her-older-protective-brother-so-you-better-not-hurt-her speach."

"And how did that turn out?" Katniss couldn't help but to ask, given how Johanna was she knew that his answer was going to be good.

"Oh, she smacked me across the head." Finnick smiled and Katniss found herself laughing at his answer just like she expected to.

Finnick and Katniss gazed to the couple that was still knee deep in the water, arms wrapped around each other as you sat in between Johanna's legs, your back leaning against her front.

"I'm glad that they have each other," Katniss spoke her thoughts out loud. "Even though they are so different they just seem to fit so well with one another."

"Definitely."

"What the hell are you two gossiping about?" Johanna called out causing you to giggle softly as you spoke.

"Yeah! And why the hell didn't you invite us?!"

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This is actually so cutsie. The aesthetics are there.

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. [➳]

I Know Places | Taylor Swift

Pairing: Taylor Swift x fem!reader (actress!reader)

Summary: Taylor and you try everything in your power to hide your relationship from paparazzi during your date.

Warning/s: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, allusions to homophobia, paparazzi, secret relationship, kissing, fear of getting hate, some parts of the song are removed (I'm sorry), a few curse words, grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: Was listening to I know places Taylor's Version while doing homework and got ✨️inspired✨️ so here you go.

You stand with your hand on my waistline

It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight

I can hear them whisper as we pass by

It's a bad sign, bad sign

You could feel excitement fill every inch of your body as you walked alongside your adoring girlfriend, Taylor, along the surprisingly, but intentionally, quiet narrow street while your hand was securely locked onto her waist as she had her arm placed around your shoulders.

It was a very hot summer day in New York, the sun was at it's highest peek and surprisingly, even thought it's New York, not a lot of people were out. Instead of enjoying the heat and the light, almost nonexistent cool breeze, like Taylor and you, a lot of people stayed at home in desperate need of cooling down.

But the heat didn't bother you as you both walked along the street with your sundresses on. Taylor's blue sundress was matching her eyes perfectly, she almost looked too good to be real. The sunglasses were shielding your eyes from the sun as you two went to your date.

And even though you were so excited to spend the day on a date with your gorgeous girlfriend, you couldn't help but to feel nervousness flowing through your veins, consuming you entirely.

Taylor and you met at the premiere of your new film one and a half years ago and you instantly felt something at that moment on the red carpet as you locked your eyes with the pair of the bluest eyes you ever saw. You're heart skipped a few beats and you felt like you were drowning every time you looked at them.

From that point on you started dating. In secret. Nobody but your close friends and families knew. You knew that you could trust them, that they would have your back.

Every day with her felt like a dream. A dream that could easily be taken away forever.

You were always sneaking off, away from the public eye to be together. When you were under the everlasting watchful eyes of the press and in front of cameras you always played it of as friends. Yeah, friends. Best friends for sure. What a load of crap. But you had no choice, you had to keep your relationship to yourself because you were both scared. She was a successful singer and songwriter, you were the fresh new face of the Hollywood. You could only imagine what would happen if two golden stars like you were exposed in public because of your relationship. You both loved each other so much, but the hate comments would get too much, you both knew it.

So, for each other safety, you kept your relationship away from the praying eyes of the world.

But even though there is this bad side in the secret relationship, there were always moments like this. The two of you walking along with each other, the thrill of sneaking of and having a little secret and moments like those are one of the reasons for your happiness. Although, the only thing you wanted was to hold her whenever, kiss her whenever, make the whole world know that she's yours. You both wanted it.

Finally the two of you arrived at the little coffee shop at the corner of the narrow street. You looked through the gigantic mirrors of the shop and realized that the shop was empty enough, only the bartender and other two costumers were here. It couldn't be that bad, you figured, but you couldn't help the strange feeling creeping up on you as Taylor and you entered the shop.

The two of you sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the shop before the bartender arrived. With the nervous look you two ordered some coffee for yourselves before you watched the guy who took your order walk away.

You couldn't help but to look at Taylor after he left and to confess, "I don't like how he looked at us."

"To be completely honest," Taylor said as she took off her sunglasses and placed it on the hard wood of the table. "Me neither."

Pretty soon you got your order and you started to chat, but you couldn't help but to steal a glance at the bartender. And sure enough there he was. On the other side of the coffee shop, whispering into his phone as he kept stealing small glances at the two of you.

"Love, I'm sorry to interrupt you," You told Taylor who stopped talking once you said that and looked at you in concern, her hand that was placed in yours and looked like something more than just friends, tightened it's hold on your hand. "But that guy is giving me such ick."

Taylor turned her head a bit and looked at the bartender seeing him whispering in his phone, too. She slowly turned her head back to you as she lowered her voice that was drowning in worry.

"This isn't good."

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes

And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

With the shift of the atmosphere in the air you continued to quietly whisper to each other trying to continue enjoying you date as much as you possibly could. But then in the corner of your eye you noticed a flash of light. You turned your head towards the glass window, feeling yourself instantly regret your decision.

"Taylor," You whispered quitly, your lips quivering a bit as you spoke trying to warn her. "The paparazzi are here and they're taking photos."

She momentarily froze at your words, her eyes widening a little as she looked at you slightly terrified. "Where?"

"They're outside," You continued to whisper. "Across the street. At least 10."

She slightly turned her gaze to look outside and once she did she quickly reached her sunglasses that were comfortably placed on the table. "It's TMZ. We gotta go."

You both threw some money on the table to pay for the drinks, you grabbed your own pair of sunglasses off of the table, quickly using them to shield your eyes.

She grabbed your hand in process and started to lead you out of the front door. Of course, the bartender who called TMZ on you most certainly wouldn't let you use the back entrance so you had no choice. You had to face the paparazzi outside.

Taylor looked at you and even behind the sunglasses you noticed something in her gorgeous blue eyes. There was worry, but also something that you see very often but didn't quite expect it now. Mischief and, most of all, determination.

The moment you walked outside there was yelling and questioning. You felt panic raising in your chest as Taylor tugged your hand. And just like that you started to run away as the flashes of the cameras and the yelling of the paparazzi followed.

Baby, I know places we won't be found, and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide

I know places

I know places

The next day wasn't any different from the moment that you woke up.

Taylor and you were still lying in bed, sun barely graced the morning sky yet. And as you slept, wrapped up in the sheets and Taylor's arms you were awoken by the sound of your phone constantly ringing.

You're friends and families was constantly messaging and calling you. Even Taylor's manager called you and texted you multiple times. There was a new article on the internet. It displayed the photos of Taylor and you from yesterday.

On the top of the article, in dramatically big capital letters, was written the headline that said: "BEST FRIENDS OR MORE?!?! SINGER AND SONGWRITER TAYLOR SWIFT AND ACTRESS Y/N Y/L/N CAUGHT KISSING!"

Below the headline, there were multiple photos of the two of you. One photo displayed Taylor and you stealing a kiss on the street, your hand around her waist and her arm around your shoulders. It was before you even entered that coffee shop. Then there was a photo of you holding hands and looking at each other with so much love as you two whispered to each other. And, finally, there were multiple photos of Taylor and you running away from the paparazzi.

That's how you ended up here, leaned against the kitchen counter as your eyes followed every move that Taylor made.

You were going to announce your relationship so that you could possibly prevent, or at least lower the number of rumors that were putting the whole internet on a spiral already.

Just as Taylor looked up at you, you got a notification on your phone that said that Taylor made an Instagram post.

You clicked on the notification and you were met, face to face, with the photo that you took a few days ago. On the photo Taylor and you were sitting by the window, holding each other as she leaned down to press a kiss against your lips. The caption of the post said "Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time! ♡"

"It's perfect." You told her, smiling.

"I love you." She smiled back as you replied. Taylor then walked over to you, bringing you in for a kiss that made you melt against her.

At that moment you knew that you would miss the thrill of sneaking off, stolen kisses and touching, and longing glances across the rooms. But you knew that you would finally be able to show her of as yours and that was everything that you ever wanted.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Not this time

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Can I request Dom jann x fem reader smut? hehe I'd imagine him whispering and prasing oh my lordd

Begging For It | Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader

Summary: the requests, basically

Warning: SMUT, if you're not +18 go away, prising, dirty talk, porn without plot, cursing, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: You all are really dragging me to hell with you, aren't you? Here it is, I hope you enjoy it (but not too much 🤨) and I'm sorry that it's so short.

"That's it, moan into that pillow." His hot breath was close to your ear. Too close even. His lips were gracing over your right ear as he spoke to you while you continued to helpless whine into the pillow of your bed, tightly gripping your sheets.

"Shh, baby." His hand ran over yours, gripping the sheets on your bed with you. "You're going so well, taking me so well- God you're so fucking tight." You cried out at his prises.

You've been going at it for hours, the man really had an amazing stamina. And every single time that you thought he would slow down, he surprised you. He didn't slow down, if everything he was getting faster and faster, harder and harder. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure was overwhelming and you were feeling very overstimulated.

Tears were streaming down your face as he took you from behind, leaving trails of his hot, wet kisses down your spine. His hand started to slide up to your hair and soon enough you felt him grip into your hair as he slowly lifted your red face from the pillow.

"You gonna be good and take what I give you?" He kissed your salty tears away as his hot, bothered breath caressed your face.

The only thing you could do is slowly nodd, overwhelmed with burning pleasure. He showed your face back in the pillow as he kept a tight grip around your neck with one hand. His other hand held onto your ass cheeks as he continued to mercilessly thrust his hips into you.

"Ah- I'm gonna-" You shout into the pillow was followed by another pornographyc moan as he continued to roughly slam into you.

"Go ahead." He growled to you, leaning down towards your face. "Gonna be a good little girl and take everything I give. Yes, of course you will because you are so fucking needy and desperate, aren't you?"

You could feel the bubble in your stomach bursting as you came so hard, it almost hurt. Despite that, he continued to ram into you as he chased his own release. And soon enough, he came crushing down along with you. For a while, the two of you were just laying there, him on top of you. As he pulled out of you, you could feel the mess that the two of you made leaking out of you.

Out of nowhere, he quickly turned you around. Hovering above you. He slowely leaned down to your ear and as you still tried to catch your breath he whispered slowly to your ear.

"I hope that you know that we aren't even CLOSE to being done."

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

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Am I allowed to request an ask for Damiano about his SO being taken advantaged of by an ex a few years before they started dating so when she tells Dami he shows her what a first time was and is supposed to look like

Only of your comfortable with this tho

How It's Supposed To Look Like | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x reader

Summary: After being abused by your ex, you finally tell Damiano what happened and he shows you how the loving relationship should really be like.

Warning/s: Mentions of abuse and SA - read at your own risk, smut (but like not very explicit), alcohol problems, mentions of fights, bruises and cuts, crying, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, very short fic (sorry) 😔

Author's note: So this is kind of the first time that I am writing this, so I don't know if it's any good. However, I do hope that you enjoy this. Thank you for the request and have a good day/night!

It was always hard for you to show much affection after what happened to you. It felt like forever since it happened, but at the same time it felt like it didn't. It felt like it was yesterday or two days ago the most.

You met your ex in a classic way. You were in a bar, dancing with your friends when you met him. He charmed you and you felt like everything couldn't be more perfect. Until it wasn't. You were dating him for 2 years and after the first year he started to get abusive. You never expected that from him. He was always so sweet and kind and gentle with you. You thought that he could never bring you any harm. You were wrong, sadly.

At first it was yelling. He would pick up a fight from nothing at all, but he was just so angry all the time and he needed to take his anger out. You just never expected it to be taken out on you. Then he started to drink more. He would come home from work and yell at you for nothing or he would come home drunk and pick up more endless fights. But then it started to get worse. He didn't stop at just shouting or yelling or getting drunk and constantly picking up fights. He started to physically abuse you.

As you remember this, as you talk to Damiano about this for the first time in forever, you could still remember the bruises and cuts as you spoke about it.

You could still remember how he would beat you up after he came home drunk. There were points of your life where you had to try to fight back, but couldn't. There were points in your life where you would run as fast as you could and quickly locked yourself up in another room. You remember times when you were violently shaking and crying as you listened to him as he tried to break down the door behind which you were hiding. You remember praying to whoever heard you to keep you safe, to keep you alive. Because there were times when you were afraid that he would kill you.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying as Damiano heard you say this. He held you, as you trembled and shook and cried. He tried to contain his own tears and heartache as he listened to you opening up about it for the first time.

The day after, he would come running back to you and beg you for forgiveness. He would tell you that he loves you. You knew better. You knew that it was a lie, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't escape.

You remembered the days where you would be standing in front of the bathroom mirror for hours, trying to cover up the mess he made out of you every day. Nobody noticed anything, nobody heard anything. Nobody knew anything.

Until one night when he came home more drunk than usually. That night he forced you to do something you really didn't want to. As you rememberd this moment, you could still hear your bloody screaming. You could still feel your body trembling. You could still remember that empty feeling, full of sadness, full of hopelessness.

This was it, you thought to yourself, he is going to kill me tonight.

You never felt such, dare you say relief in your life. You felt like you were finally saved when the cops started to bang on the door. Your neighbor, a nice elderly man, heard your screams that were trying to be silenced by your ex, and called the cops.

"I don't know what to say." Damiano said as you finished talking. "I can't find the words to say how sorry I am that that had to happen to you, amore."

"It's fine." As you said that, your voice raspy from crying, you felt Damiano shake his head against you, but you continued to talk. "Nobody can do anything about it anymore." You said, bud Damiano didn't agree.

"We'll see about that." Damiano said as he turned to look at you and he found you looking at him in confusion. "We can try to do it if you want to." You looked at him in shock for a brief moment.

"Of course, we don't have to, we don't need to do it if you don't fell 100% ready." Damiano quickly explained as you listened to him speak. "But if you want to, I can show you how much I love you and how you deserve to be treated. He was an idiot to do that to you. I can show you how it's supposed to feel like. If you want me to."

For a brief moment you were speechless, but you realized that you want to try. You realized that you want to give yourself to him because he truly loves you, and is so patient with you and doesn't rush you into anything.

And so you agreed.

The rest of the night was spent with passion and, most importantly, love. He was stopping every few seconds at first, constantly worrying if you were all right and if you wanted to stop and if you were comfortable. You felt like you could cry from happiness. You loved him so much your heart was hurting you.

He was so gentle with you, whispering prises to you all night long, kissing every single inch of your body. He was making you fall in love with your body and with him all over again, and you loved him more than anything for it.

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Hey I noticed you write for Taylor Swift x fem!reader (lifesaver for that btw) so I was wondering if you're a Gaylor? Not hating no matter if you are or aren't

Hi!

Thank you for the comment! However, I don't really know. I really don't care. I write for her because I admire her a lot and all. I don't want to assume what her sexual orientation is. It is really none of my business. Thank you for the question, tho. I'm glad that I had the opportunity to clear that up.

that’s okay, I’ll change my request from this: 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) to Sejanus x reader. Could it be the same concept but instead of character on character is Sejanus with reader please?

Betrayal | Sejanus Plinth

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

Summary: After Coriolanus betrayed him once again, he seeks comfort from the person that will forever be by his side.

Warning/s: angst, hurt/somfort, heartbreak, Coryo is a warning itself, sadness, betrayal, revenge, a bit of fluff (just a bit), possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: This took way to long, I'm sorry. Enjoy.

The air in the Capitol was thick with tension, and Sejanus Plinth felt it wrap around him like a suffocating shroud. Coriolanus Snow, his once-trusted friend, had betrayed him in the worst way possible. The details were etched into Sejanus's mind, the whispered conversations, the clandestine meetings, the secrets that had unraveled their bond.

"Sejanus." Coriolanus had said, his voice honeyed and treacherous. "This is for the greater good. For our future."

But Sejanus knew better.

The greater good was a veil for ambition, and Coriolanus had torn it away to reveal the darkness beneath. He had sold out their cause, their shared dreams, for power and privilege. And in doing so, he had shattered Sejanus's heart.

The night after the betrayal, Sejanus wandered the empty streets of the Capitol. The moon hung low, casting shadows on the cobblestones. He felt lost, adrift in a sea of broken promises. The weight of it threatened to crush him.

And then he saw you.

You stood there, a beacon of warmth in the cold night. Your eyes met his and something shifted within him. You were a fellow rebel, a fighter who had also tasted betrayal. Your presence was a balm to his wounded soul.

"Sejanus." you said softly, reaching out to touch his cheek. "I'm here."

He didn't need to say anything. You understood. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him close. The tears he had held back spilled over, and you held him tighter. In that moment, Sejanus realized that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope.

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Days turned into weeks and Sejanus sought solace in your company. You didn't ask questions, didn't demand explanations. Instead, you listened. You held him when the nightmares came, when the memories of Coriolanus's betrayal clawed at his mind.

"Why?" Sejanus whispered one night, his fingers tracing the scars on your skin. "Why did he do it?"

You didn't have an answer. But you stayed with him, your heartbeat a steady rhythm against his chest. Sometimes, comfort came not in words, but in shared silence. You were his refuge, the one who didn't judge, who didn't expect him to be anything other than broken.

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As the rebellion gathered strength, Sejanus found purpose once more. He fought alongside you, fueled by anger and determination. But he never forgot Coriolanus's face, the face of betrayal. The whispers in the shadows haunted him, but you were there to chase them away.

"We'll bring him down." you promised one night, your fingers laced with his. "Together."

And so, you both plotted. Secrets exchanged, plans made. Sejanus knew that revenge wouldn't heal his heart, but it was a start. Coriolanus would pay for what he had done.

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When the day of reckoning arrived, Sejanus faced Coriolanus across the battlefield. Their eyes locked and Sejanus saw regret in Coriolanus's gaze. But it was too late. The damage was done.

"Sejanus." Coriolanus said, his voice raw. "I'm sorry."

Sejanus raised his sword.

"Sorry won't change anything."

And then it was over. Coriolanus fell, defeated. But Sejanus didn't feel triumph. He felt hollow, empty. Revenge hadn't filled the void. Only you could do that.

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In the aftermath, you found Sejanus sitting alone, staring at the horizon. The Capitol was in chaos, but he didn't care. You sat beside him, your presence a lifeline.

"I thought revenge would heal me." Sejanus admitted. "But it didn't."

"Love will." you said, your fingers entwined with his. "Love and time."

And so, in the ruins of betrayal, something new blossomed. Whispers of love, fragile and tentative. Sejanus leaned into your touch, and for the first time, he dared to hope.

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