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fly-like-a-phoenix · 2 years ago

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I will feed on your hate, Commodus x Reader/You

After months of writing block I finally got to write again T_T this is a special piece for the wonderful @kfanniart a while ago we had spoken about Commodus, how he would feel and how we would love to comfort him, so here is a fic inspired by our talks <3

Commodus was quietly walking in the corridors of the palace; he had always been light foot. He had taken this habit from his father and from his passion for hunting; it was a good way to spy on your counterparts. You had always been amazed by how quick he could walk and yet remain completely silent, each of his movements, his breathing, a true hunter. Commodus’ fingertips brushed against a column as he leaned against it to listen to some Senators present at the palace.

“Ah don’t be so gentle Gaius I know that you think deep down. That child isn’t half as good as his father.” Spoke the first Senator with a knowing grin, how imprudent they were.

“I am smarter than you Brutus I don’t want to be heard speaking ill of the Emperor. He is not as merciful as Marcus Aurelius.

“See? Another flaw of his. Sometimes I wonder if he is not a bastard son to be the opposite of his father.” He scoffed, a mean glow in his eyes.

“What is the point to criticizing him every day? If he keeps going that way, he will fall soon anyway, and we will all be grateful for it.” Sighed Gaius, he was arrogant, thinking himself all mighty. He snapped his fingers at an old slave “You. Speak without fear of punishment. What do you think of your new master?” he asked. The old man seemed to hesitate at first, looking around to see if there were witnesses to his words. So, Commodus leaned more against the column listening, his heart racing faster, he had a bad feeling about it. When one hid to speak of a man, it was never to praise him.

“He is not like the great Marcus Aurelius. He doesn’t sleep, he is not at peace. He is moody, not wise.” Replied the man before quickly going back to his work, not knowing he had been heard by Commodus himself. According to his reputation, it could have been expected that the young emperor would have come out of his hiding spot, yelling for the guards to seize the traitors or even killing them himself in his rage.

But there wasn’t any of it. Commodus’ heart was stabbed again, betrayed…how could people and especially his own people, servants be so ungrateful? Didn’t he love them enough? talked with them enough? Perhaps he was the only Emperor who didn’t mind befriending those who served him. Because he was the People.

Still as quietly as he came, he left, heading back to his private quarters as fast as possible, his eyes wet with tears, his breathing fast, uncontrolled. He couldn’t even think anymore, the sound of his hammering heart pounding in his ears.

Soon, he found himself in your room, barely understanding where he was, his body had guided him to the safest place for his spirit, you. You lifted your head from the broderie you were making, looking at the young Emperor who had busted in your room unannounced. It wasn’t the first time he did it and each time it was because he was upset.

“Do you wish to talk about what happened, Commodus?” you offered, sometimes he didn’t wish to talk but simply sit in your company. And other times, his burden was too heavy for his mind not to share. Slowly, his eyes lifted from the ground to look at you, finally understanding where he was. He opened his mouth as if to mutter an apology. His gaze became boyish as he approached you and slowly dropped on his knees, looking at you in the eyes as he took your hands, fervently kissing your knuckles, staying silent.

“It is alright.” You smiled reassuringly, letting him do. Many would call it inappropriate for two friends, even if childhood friends to be so close. Commodus rested his head on your lap, silently requesting for you to caress his head; it was a gesture that brought him great peace. So, you did, your thumb gently stroking his cheek as the other hand went in his hair, massaging his scalp.

“They hate me…they all do.” He stated, his eyes teary again. “Even dead and years after my father’s death they keep speaking of him as if he was still alive, there to judge me. As if they could dare speak of me that way without fear of punishment, with his support.” He snarled, yet his voice had the tone of a murmur. You sighed at his words; indeed, it had been years since he had inherited the throne and yet he kept suffering as if nothing had changed. Sometimes you came to wonder if Commodus was meant to be Emperor or if it was a curse thrown upon him.

“Even my own slaves speak poorly of me, they don’t respect me. If a slave can’t respect me, no one ever will.” He murmured, looking at the details of your hands, a way to distract himself from the pain.

“I do respect you Commodus.” You instantly replied, hoping that those words would be enough to sooth him.

“But it is you! It doesn’t matter like-…”

“I am not the only one respecting you. Why don’t I matter? Because I am a woman? Because I can’t bring you votes of the Senate or plot in your favor? How wrong you would be to think that.” You replied seriously to his protest, meeting his dark gaze.

“I know perfectly what you are able to do Y/N. And I have shown myself very grateful for it.” He replied darkly. More than friendship bounded you, dark actions for the cause of the Empire and ensure his safety. You were a bit his shadow agent. “What I meant is that as the Emperor, I need the respect of my people and most Senators. I cannot rule if all are against me.” He replied, a bit calmer to explain himself before tightening your dress in his hand. “I would bet on my own life that History will speak bad of me. I will be the villain and the Senate the heroes. Maybe I will even be forgotten…” he murmured sadly, like his father had made him feel forgotten.

“I recall that you did rather unexpected and innovative things in your reign already. An Emperor gladiator…cherishing his people, establishing peace with the Marcomans and Quades. I see no reason for you to be forgotten. No matter how hard the Senate could try, the People will remember, your statues, your face printed on denarius, scattered across the Empire. You cannot be erased. You will be remembered.” You assured him, keeping on playing with the dark curls of his hair, you knew he would be remembered in both good and bad, no Emperor escaped it, and no one could satisfy all.

“I wish I could make them all stop talking about my father.” He simply replied, a bit calmer. It seemed your words had an effect on him.

“With time they will stop. I promise you, my dearest. And people will judge you by your actions, not by what old senators say of you.” You cooed, detailing his sad face. How much you would give to see him smile again. In a burst of love, you leaned forward, placing your lips on top of his head, leaving a protective kiss upon Commodus. Only you really knew who he was, and you would cherish it.

At your kiss, Commodus lifted his head, looking at you with surprise and wonder. It wasn’t the first kiss you gave him and yet for him it always felt like the first time.

“Would you like to come to bed with me?” you offered with a smile, it was the first time you offered such thing, yet you knew it was a wish of Commodus. He only had never asked because his sister pressured him to ‘leave you alone’. You had caught them arguing about it a few times in the past. So, of course, Commodus was overjoyed to accept, yet for now he kept a rather neutral face, only his eyes shone with a strange glow. He got up and offered you his hand, as always enjoying taking the lead and guiding you to your own bed.

He let you lay down first, letting you invite him in your arms, smiling and looking at him in the eyes “Join me Commodus.” You cooed, with a soft tone, you knew how much he loved quietness at times, hearing your heartbeat against his cheek as he laid on top of you, nuzzling against your breast. It always gave you an effect, you had always loved him of course and he did too, you just never made it official, perhaps another non-conformist side of Commodus.

“I only feel at home when I am in your arms...” he murmured, taking your hand and kissing each of your knuckles devotedly, as you slid your other hand under his tunic, from the base of this neck to caress his tensed shoulders, now relaxing a little.

“If it wasn’t for you, I would have left Rome a while ago to go back to Gaul.” You replied with equal devotion, burying your nose in his coal curls, inhaling his scent of cinnamon and pomegranate. Rome was exhausting, noisy, smelly and full of dangers, even withing the palace walls.

Commodus lifted his head, his gaze dark, passionate. “I would have never let you. If you left me here alone…” he cupped your chin with his fingers “I feel as if I’m dying. A long, slow, agonizing death, ever since…” he briefly looked down, a sad look in his eyes, not having the strength to talk about his past sufferings. “You make me feel alive…every time you speak, every time you touch me.” He murmured, his eyes dark again, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “Y/N I crave you, like a dying man craving for each breath.” His voice slightly slipped, showing his desperation, his eyes teary from all the emotions he hid from the world. “Please…” he called you in the most painful tone you heard from him, he truly sounded agonizing.

You cupped his face, detailing him as you often did. How much you hated to see him suffer. And yet how much you loved when he let his mask fall. “I love you so much Commodus…I would follow you into the depths of the underworld, in the middle of the bloodiest battles...” you said fondly, he was your whole world, since the moment you had met him. You pulled his face closer to yours, kissing him with strength, a strength no lady should express. But you couldn’t care less, it was to express your love, devotion and respect for the emperor. You could have feared his pride would be triggered but it didn’t, you heard Commodus whimper against your lips, pressing harder against your mouth, his hands sliding to your waist and then hips. His grip was strong, almost painful, as if he feared it wasn’t real, a bad dream the gods would use against Commodus to torture him.

Your fingers went to bury in his hair, slightly pulling on them this time, you had retained your desire for a while.

“I love you too Y/N…I would slaughter my own father for you…give up on the throne.” He breathed against your lips, kissing your face, jaw and going down your neck, worshipping your body, his hands sliding under your dress to caress your thighs, his fingertips soft and his palm callous from handling a sword.

“Why not rule together? Slaughter our enemies together?” you suggested with a grin, you matched his violence, your teeth biting his lower lip as he met your eyes. He chuckled, it was clear by his look that he approved, that you would form the strongest and deadliest couple of the Empire.

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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"Only God knew what would happen to you after, but you were certain it would be a good, happy life." from House of Lust.

I tag @lokischambermaid and @thegirlwhosims !

tagged by @lalazeewrites

rules:

in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

last line:

He hasn’t said anything to you in his latest letter, has he?

(omg a hobbit fic)

unfortunately I can’t tag that many lol

but here, with no obligation: @lesbiankiliel @wintersmitth @suchanadorer @avelera @elluvias @striving-artist @stardancerluv

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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Could i request a small comfort imagine where reader has bad insomnia and has trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep with Commodus?

Sorry I lost the request in my messages but the request is written! Thanks for your request! It was pretty inspiring since I have a bit of insomnia as well lately and they are my comfort characters😊 (also caught covid in the meantime)

It was the middle of the night, closer to dawn actually. It had been a sleepless night again for Commodus. He had been working on his next plan to tackle poverty in Rome, he hadn’t seen the hours pass by and had been too focused to think of sleeping. Now that his problem was solved, he headed back to your chambers, an oil lamp in one hand and a draft paper of his in the other, reading it as he walked through the dark and fresh corridors of your villa in Ostia. He had expected to find you deeply asleep as he entered your chambers as quietly as he could, but he quickly noticed you turning over again and again in the sheets.

“Y/N?” he asked, putting his paper aside and placing the lamp in the nightstand “Are you feeling unwell?” he sat on the bed, putting his hand your shoulder as you turned around to face him. It was obvious by the look on your face and the bags beneath your eyes that you were tired.

“I can’t really sleep…when you are not here with me..” You sighed, taking his hand and kissing his palm. You had suffered from insomnia for many years, it had thankfully stopped when you married him and yet each time he ended up falling asleep in his study, you wouldn’t be able to find sleep once again.

“Why is that? Usually, you hardly have any trouble to fall asleep.” He asked, as always, he was very observative, especially of those closest to him.

“I just…ended up worrying. About things.” You answered, looking down and blushing in embarrassment.

“What worries you? You know you can speak to me freely Y/N.” he answered, looking at you intensely, his thumb caressing your cheek. Commodus was a man who didn’t like to be kept in ignorance; besides he had some remains of his past paranoia.

“About you, my love.” You admitted with a sigh. “I see you working so hard and yet men conspire just for power and not for the good of our people…” you murmured, you always were and always will be his first support. The young emperor smiled, taking off his shoes and then his tunic to join you in bed, pulling you into the most comforting hug.

“It has been more than a year since the last attempt against me has been committed. The traitors have been punished; the greedy senators replaced by true men of the people. The people love me like a god. You have nothing to worry about, my love.” He explained calmly with an amused smile, he had everything to feel invincible lately. He chuckled “I remember the time when I was the one having insomnia. My sister dealt with it by giving me all sorts of potions while you did what I truly needed, loved me…listened to me.” His hand gently stroked your arm, a way to lull you to sleep.

“I don’t want to waste y-…” you tried to protest, not wanting to feel like a weight.

“You don’t. Rome may seem to be the most important to my eyes but that is not true. You are Y/N. I would put an end to everything for you.” He cut you off, the hint of madness was never far from him. “You are part of my dream, A dream that I don’t want to cease. All is done for the good of our people and for us.” He cupped your face to make you look at him in the eyes “I want you to rule by my side forever, as Emperors of Rome or Emperors of our life together.” He said passionately, capturing your lips for a kiss, so strong that it could only make your worries vanish away. “I promise you Y/N I won’t leave you to sleep alone again.” He murmured, he felt truly honored to have this peaceful effect on your mind and he would cherish it. Slowly you closed your eyes, yes, how much better you felt now that he was here with you.

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I request something with yandere!Commodus who has a kind/gentle/fragile personality?

Thanks so much for this request! I enjoy writing for yandere!Commodus and I hope you'll enjoy this piece, @self-deprecating-possum

Lose Me In the Sight of You

(thank you @arthurflecc for the gifs)

His father had always told him that life is a frightful dream. And Commodus believed it, until the day he first laid eyes upon you.

Three weeks ago, after a long, tedious session with the senators of Rome, the young Caesar stormed off to his chamber in the afternoon. He unceremoniously flung his golden laurel crown onto the tiled floor, and breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring. Who were they to lecture him about the people of Rome? What did those wealthy, snobbish, out-of-touch old men know about the sufferings that his citizens endured every single day? Nothing. All they seemed to do was talk of outdated principles and remain in a…a metaphorical sphere composed of their own privilege.

Commodus clenched his teeth and turned to the balcony in his chamber, unable to bear the sight of anything which bore the ever-pervasive SPQR, Senatus Populusque Romanus or "Senate and the People of Rome". If Commodus could have his way - without the control of Lucilla holding him back - then he would fire them all from their services and strip them of their riches. Perhaps that would teach them a lesson. Never again would they talk in such a condescending manner to the Emperor of Rome.

He shook his head, his jaw tightened, his cheeks grew hot, and the sweat cloth around his neck began to choke him. Commodus desperately threw his hands onto the marbled top rail of the balcony, hoping to catch his breath.

Almost directly beneath the emperor's balcony was a large, still pond, and a marble temple dedicated to Lady Juno. Surrounding the building was a lush, green forest with trees that emanated an earthy, inviting aroma. At the foot of one of the trees, a mother duck led her ducklings to the water. And in the center of the lake, subtle croaks could be heard while tiny frogs leaped from lily pad to lily pad.

But there was something else that immediately caught the emperor's attention.

From the right side of the temple, you wandered onto the outskirts of the lake wearing a soft blue stola and holding a basket, presumably filled with offerings to the goddess. Your hair was loose, and a few strands outlined your perfect face.

Commodus watched as you sat by the water, making little splashes with your fingers and laughing when the droplets hit your skin. He continued to fixate upon you, all thoughts of the Senate cast aside, even when you took some bread from your basket and offered it to the ducks. There was something about your gentle disposition, your sweetness…he could not explain why, but it was simply irresistible. He marveled in the way your eyes twinkled in a playful manner, and the way you grinned when the mother duck ate the pieces of bread. It was as if the sun had finally come in the midst of his clouded thoughts, a light at the end of the long darkness.

Was it a sign? Commodus wondered to himself. A blessing from Juno herself? Perhaps the Queen of the Heavens has decided to send me this beauty whose laughter resembles music. Perhaps she wishes for me to protect her from the evils of this world, from those who seek to ruin her innocence and take advantage of her. And like the warm bonfire during a cold winter, this beauty, this lovely girl will bring me warmth with her loving nature and her kindness. Yes, she will give me compassion and I, the emperor of Rome, will stop at nothing to defend her. The whole world will -

Before he could complete his thought, Commodus caught a glimpse of you smoothing the edges of your garment before rising to your feet. The gossamer fabric of the stola billowed around your ankles as you calmly disappeared into the forest, much too soon for Commodus's liking.

As if he had been wounded in the chest, the emperor winced with pain and shut his eyes tightly for a moment. Even though he had only seen you for what felt like a few, fleeting moments, seeing you leave felt as if someone had ripped out a piece of his heart.

Longing for another glimpse of you, Commodus found himself at his balcony in the afternoon the next day. Just like the day before, you appeared from the temple and sat by the lake, feeding the ducks and playing with the water. And Commodus adoringly watched your each and every move, resting the side of his face against his hand.

This continued for another nineteen days, with Commodus beginning to memorize each and every detail about you. He remembered the ways in which you styled your hair, the colors that you wore the most, the things that made you laugh…but most of all, he remembered the way in which you would sometimes stare at your own reflection in the pond with a pensive look. Those were the times that he would try to guess what you might be thinking of. Perhaps if the gods were willing, you might be thinking of him too. And simply the idea of that was enough to make the emperor of Rome blush with overwhelming love.

Yes, that is exactly what it was. It was love and nothing less. He loved you, he was sure of it. Now all that was left was for him to make his feelings known to you. After that, he would make you his, laying the world at your feet, showering you with love, and keep you safe from all harm.

On the twenty-first day, the young emperor stood at the balcony like always, his hands upon the rails not out of anger but out of anticipation. And this time, as if Juno herself was giving Commodus a sign, you wandered towards the lake and looked up, your eyes meeting the emperor's for the first time.

Commodus uncontrollably grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that you had finally noticed him. Immediately, he exited his chamber, bolted down the stairs, rushing through the hallways, pushing a few guards aside, and shoving every door out of his way until he was outside of the palace.

Breathing heavily, he could not bring himself to believe that he was truly seeing you so close and in the flesh. A mere arm's length away, you were standing at the edge of the lake, holding your basket and trembling with every step of his.

Oh, how he longed to embrace you. To hold you against his chest, and whisper sweet nothings…but for the sake of decency, Commodus suppressed his urge. You were a delicate girl, one who needed to be lovingly taken care of, not frightened. The young emperor advanced towards you with a tender look, and reached for your hand.

Immediately, you fell to your knees and pressed your lips against his ring.

Touched by your gesture, the young emperor clasped your chin. His heartbeat began to grow rapid as he convinced himself over and over again that this was not a dream. That he was actually standing before you, touching your soft skin. "My sweet, the world does not deserve someone as kind and gesture as you."

Color flushed your cheeks. "Thank you, Caesar."

"Why don't you tell me your name?"

You quietly introduced yourself, telling the emperor your name and who your family was. Whispering your name as if it were a prayer, Commodus took your hand and kissed it. Then, he pressed his lips against your cheek.

"Stay with me a while?"

You shyly looked up, his kiss having taken you by surprise. "I wish I could, Caesar, but- "

"But what?" Commodus played with your fingers, his thumb caressing your fingertips. "Tell me, my sweet."

"My family wishes for me to be home by sunset."

He nods. "Your loyalty to your family pleases me," Commodus declares. "Rest assured, my sweet, you will be with your family before sunset. I shall accompany you myself."

"Oh, no," you declined, flustering even more. "Caesar, there's no need for you to trouble yourself. I can make my way home. I insist."

Commodus placed one hand upon your arm, and another along your waist. "My love, don't you see?…of course, you would not know this, you are too pure." He softened his gaze, bringing his lips a hair's width from yours. "I cannot let you go alone - the world is too cruel. They will ruin the kindness and the loveliness you posses."

"Really?"

The emperor nodded. "The world is very scary, dangerous and dark. That is why you should be with me. I will keep you safe, in my arms. And you," he whispers, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, "will be mine to love, to cherish, and to protect." With those words, Commodus brought his lips to yours, kissing you delicately as if you were made of glass.

"Caesar," you whispered, breaking for air.

"Commodus."

"Commodus," you hesitantly said his name, daring yourself to look into his eyes again. "Why would you do all of this?"

"Because I love you," he softly declares, cupping your cheek. "I love you, I love you, I love you. I will say it as many times as I can, until my throat runs dry and my lungs bleed. I love you."

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fly-like-a-phoenix · 3 years ago

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For Arthur and joker, can you please do some general relationship headcanons please? Thank you 😊

Hiii ! first thank you for your patience and request, I was soooo busy with work I had lost any energy to write but I am slowly back! and damn that feels good^^

Enjoy!

Arthur has a very precise idea of a relationship, those you see in movies, read in books. He idealizes them, so romantic, love on a cloud, Arthur always dreamt of this pure and unconditional love. However, he would crave so much to be loved that he wouldn’t be so picky.

He would do everything to make your love story, the most romantic of history. Flowers, breakfast in bed, little attentions, cuddles while watching TV. Arthur lived for you, you gave him a purpose, someone to wake up for each day, someone to live for.

Arthur is not a great cook, but he loves cooking, especially for those he loves. Food is the only thing he could afford to give so he would put much love into it, this was worth everything.

Arthur would become very emotionally dependent on you, which can be something heavy to deal with. But you would work together with a therapist to make it healthy. Still, it was a true pleasure for him to share any activity with you, he would respect if you needed some alone time though.

Arthur’s ideal date would be going to the cinema, preferably to watch an old movie, Chaplin or Marilyn Monroe. Then he would take you to dinner, some quiet place where he can enjoy a nice conversation without being disturbed by people or noises. The night would end by a walk, in a park or by Gotham River.

His favorite time of the year would be Christmas of course, he would love to decorate the house, select a Christmas tree with you and secretly buying your gifts or even making them. Arthur would sometimes sit with you to watch Christmas movies, promising you that one day he would make your life just like one of those movies.

Arthur is a true stay at home. He would actually prefer it, to be home, clean, cook for his lovely partner, he didn’t need the terrible outside world, he just needed you. He would invest his free time in caritative associations, hopefully with you by his side.

Joker is a very passionate partner, he is confident in his charisma, he is not afraid to publicly flirt with you, have his arm around you and give you extravagant gifts.

However, since he spends most of his time away outside, he wouldn’t dedicate so much time to you at home. He would have other ways to show his care for you, have you followed by one of his men to make sure you were safe, hide a rose in the drawer of your desk, your bag, on the pillow.

He would give you a lot of independence during your day to do what you want. The problem was that when he came back to you, you needed to be there, he would panic to not see you at home, sometimes it would lead to fights between the two of you. He would often disappear without warning and God knows where.

Still, you would be like a goddess to joker’s eyes, he adored you and he would fill in all your needs and desire. He would be ready to kill thousands to make you happy. Sometimes he would even give you gifts you didn’t ask for, but he just wanted to give you a luxurious life where you wouldn’t have to worry about anything, where you wouldn’t go through what his old self went through.

Of course, for Joker, his favorite season would be Halloween. Joker loves to make things explosive and make this day a true nightmare day. Except for children, he would give them candies, they remained a soft, those innocent creatures didn’t deserve any harm, only a little scare was still fun though.

Joker wouldn’t play romantic like Arthur would. But he would still make a bank explode for you while a heart shape firework escapes on Valentine’s Day. On special days, he would do something crazier than usual, abduct your favorite actor or journalist to film them reading sweet words for you. Your first sane thought would be to be worried for those people but then he would never harm them, and it was pretty sweet of him, risking a lot to get your favorite people.

You didn’t know if you could have a future with Joker. But him, he was confident about it. He rarely mentioned it of course, but some days where he would stay at home more, a glimpse of Arthur would come out, speaking of buying a house, adopting an animal…children. Those were precious moments that you kept engraved in your mind. Whatever would happen, Joker was a partner you would never grow bored with, a man who made you curious and excited about the future adventures he had for you.

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