If You Lie Down With Me
Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader
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synopsis: away game shenanigans
a/n: guys have i mentioned that i’m a genius… from this ask!! i hope you all enjoy!! this is like literally so bad i cant 😭😭
If You Lie Down With Me - Lana Del Rey
warnings: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT COLLEGE OR HOCKEY, pls forgive me for inaccuracies 😞, texting again, phone calls blah blah, but some people might hate that so here is your warning, swearing and the usual, like mentions of kissing and some suggestiveness, cringey tik tok prank idc i think it’s cute, mentions of violence and black eyes, lmk if i missed anything!!
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Someone’s on top of you.
It’s early in the morning, so early that you would probably be insane to call it morning. The darkness presses around you physically, keeping your eyes shut even as an alarm you barely noticed before comes into focus- blaring loudly.
“I don’t want to go,” someone moans.
Is someone on top of you? Or is that just blankets? Or maybe it’s a physical manifestation of your exhaustion.
You open your eyes, feeling like you might actually die with just that little motion, trying to roll around and stretch- but you can’t. Yes. Someone is definitely on top you.
KK? You try to ask, but you’re so tired that the only thing that comes out is a garbled “K.”
“I don’t want to go,” your girlfriend repeats, pushing her face into your neck and wrapping her arms around your body.
Your eyes drift shut for another second, the alarm fading into the background. It takes another minute, in which KK falls back asleep on top of you, for you to fully wake up and for your brain to start working. You reach out towards the bedside table, fumbling with KK’s phone until you can finally see the alarm, the time of 4:30 A.M., and the name of the alarm-
flight at 7 wake up
“Fuck,” you gasp, trying to push your girlfriend off of you. She pouts and hugs you tighter, and all of that hockey muscle is simply dead weight when she’s asleep. “KK. KK, get up, I’m serious.”
It takes a few hard shakes, but she finally wakes up, adorable pout still stuck on her face.
“What the fuck could possibly be going on?” She groans.
“You have a game, KK. Get off of me.”
She reluctantly rolls off of you, quickly shuffling around. You would be stupid to think she’s actually getting up, so it’s no surprise when she simply presses her face into your neck and wraps her arm around your waist.
“Fuck the stupid fucking game.”
Why on God’s green earth did you agree to sleep over?
You wouldn’t call Caroline overly clingy, although her main love language is probably touch, she’s more into the little things. Hand holding, your feet in her lap when you’re sitting on the couch, arm around your waist in public- laying completely on top of you when you’re sleeping.
She’s always at her worst the day before away games, forcing you to sleep over and smiling so sweetly when she asks you can’t even think about saying no. She spends the entire night with you wrapped up in her arms, trying to soak in as much time with you as she can.
It’s horribly early on Thursday morning, and she won’t be coming back until Sunday night.
And you don’t blame her. Away games are hard, but it comes with the territory of dating a D1 athlete. She was so sweet about it when you first started seeing each other, claiming she understood if it was a dealbreaker but you knew you were too far in to say no.
You thought you could handle it, just a few nights away from her, but just doing every daily task knowing that she’s so far away from you just makes everything feel wrong. And when there’s a time difference, she’s often not just a phone call away.
Caroline, when she’s away, takes it upon herself to text and call you so much it sometimes feels like she’s never really left, until you’re on FaceTime with her at the end of the night and the sound of her voice is almost enough to make you cry, because she’s almost there with you- but not really.
She kisses the side of your neck, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
You’re going to miss her so bad. But it’s hard to remember that you’re going to miss her when you have to deal with her perpetually late self.
“Can you turn off that alarm?” Oh. You forgot to turn it off.
“KK,” you sigh. She frowns against your neck. “Get. Up.”
“Noooooo, Y/N, please. Five more minutes-”
Someone bangs loudly on the door. “Turn it off and get up!”
That grumpy voice can only belong to Laila.
They’re normally very happy people, you try to convince yourself. And normally you aren’t this cranky either- but it’s so early. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss KK too.
You slowly reach out and hit snooze on the alarm.
The blaring blessedly stops, and KK smiles and pulls you even closer to her. “Five more minutes.”
“I’m going back to sleep,” you mumble.
KK’s hand slowly runs down the side of your waist until she reaches the hem of your shirt, slipping her hand under it so her warm hand is pressed up right against your skin. You shiver a bit at the feeling, and she still hasn’t wiped that satisfied smile off of her face- you can feel it against your neck.
“Okay, baby,” she mumbles back, thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin.
She’s going to be late again, you resign. She’s going to make Laila late, and then you’ll have to listen about how bitter Laila is until they make up, and then until KK eventually makes her late again- it’s a vicious cycle.
“I’m gonna miss you,” she whispers. Fuck.
Now you miss her. You miss this slow moment already, and you haven’t even left it.
“I’m gonna miss you too. I hate away games.”
“I know,” she hums, pressing another kiss against your bare shoulder. “I hate ‘em too.”
“You gotta get up, seriously,” you say. Even if you dragged her out of bed right now, all of you know that KK is probably still going to be late, and Laila by extension. “You’re gonna get in trouble if you’re late again, babe.”
“Okay?” She scoffs. “Worth it.”
“No, actually, not worth it.”
You open your eyes at the new voice, too tired to question how the hell Lalia has silently appeared in front of you.
She pulls the blanket off KK, and you, causing you to gasp and shoot her a glare. She shoots one right back, before animatedly fake gagging at the sight of KK’s hand under your shirt and the fact she’s actively trying to burrow under your skin.
“Laila,” KK groans. You almost laugh at how much moaning and groaning there’s been this morning. “I’m saying goodbye.”
Lalia rolls her eyes before smiling wide, completely fake, sleep evident on her face. “Bye, Y/N! I love you so much, you’re the best girlfriend ever! I’m going to be so, so miserable without you and your lips and your attention-”
“I do not sound like that,” KK huffs.
“Oh, you do. Anyways, goodbye, Y/N. See? I just did it- not hard at all.”
“Y/N,” KK says.
“You do kinda sound like that,” you shrug.
“Both of you are assholes,” she says, finally letting go of you and sitting up. “I’m getting up, okay?”
Lalia stares at her expectantly, waiting for KK to actually get up.
You laugh as she mutters something under her breath, again being all pouty, probably cursing you and Laila out.
“Goodbye, my wonderful, very talented hockey players,” you sigh, waving before pulling the sheets back around you again. “Good luck!”
“Bye, Y/N!” Laila says, seemingly much more happy now that KK is at least out of bed.
KK smiles down at you before pulling the blanket over you, tucking it around you as she leans down and quickly kisses you.
“Goodnight, baby,” she whispers.
“Good morning,” you whisper back, unable to help yourself from wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down into another kiss. When you pull away, you smile at her, feeling so in love that annoying as being away from her is, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. “Good luck, babe. Although you don’t really need it.”
You softly squeeze her bicep, knowing a good stroke of her ego is probably the best going away present you could give her.
“Call you tonight?” She whispers, not even gone yet but already planning the next time she can talk to you.
“Obviously.”
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hockey queen: r u alive
you: surprisingly yes
you: life is colorless without u and i can taste sounds
hockey queen: really bc i can hear tastes
hockey queen: anyways our flight landed
you: thank god. i was terrified
hockey queen: haha. u love me
you: 🧐
hockey queen: i hate u ttyl
you: ☹️
you: ☹️
you: ☹️
you: ☹️
you: it’s been 10 mins… no answer… might die
you: ☹️
you: ☹️
hockey queen: i’m not responding to people who don’t love me and don’t care about my safety
you: ily and i care about ur safety
hockey queen: and suddenly i don’t hate u anymore
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hockey queen: just got back to hotel
hockey queen: practice was hell
hockey queen: pls can i call u now
hockey queen: pls y/n
hockey queen: y/n
you: one sec sorry almost done w hw
hockey queen: ok cool idc
Incoming call from: hockey queen
Call Declined
you: I SAID ONE SEC
Incoming call from: hockey queen
Call Declined
you: omg i’m so serious i’ll block u
Incoming call from: hockey queen
Call Accepted
“You are literally the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life.”
You prop up the phone against the lamp on your desk, seeing a flash of your girlfriend’s face in an otherwise dark hotel room.
“You know you love me.”
You resist the urge to say something mean back, remembering earlier today when she had ignored you for entire 10 minutes, despite your persistent sad emojis, she’ll probably be petty and hang up on you.
And you want to hear her voice.
“Yes,” you say through gritted teeth. “I love you!”
“Aw, just what I wanna hear.”
Finally, you look at the screen, seeing KK smiling widely at you, and your stomach does an embarrassing flip. That fucking smile.
You smile back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks with the way she stares at you adoringly.
“The plane ride was really pretty this morning, with the sun rise. You would have liked it a lot.”
“And to think, at the same time I was probably looking at your ceiling.”
She hums suggestively, and you roll your eyes.
“Fuckin’ freak. Ok, I’m done,” you sigh, finally setting your pen down and stretching your hand out.
You sigh, grabbing your phone as you stand up, stretching and not caring about what unattractive angle your phone is currently catching you in. You flip the lights off and climb into bed, thankful your roommate had decided that tonight she was taking an everything shower and would probably be gone for a long time.
“How was your day?” KK asks as you get into bed, holding the phone a foot in front of your face against the bed as you lay on your side.
“Hm, it was okay. Kinda boring, really.”
“Cause I wasn’t there?”
“…Yeah, sure.”
KK frowns. “You’re actually so fuckin’ mean to me. Laila too. I don’t deserve this, for real.”
“I’m teasinggggg,” you smile. “I love you. My life is miserable without you. I can barely function without you. I miss you so much it’s consuming me. I-”
“Babe, shut up.”
“So you don’t love me?”
“I love you,” she scoffs. “My roomie’s gonna be back soon, though. And I’m exhausted, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure. “I just wanted to hear your voice for just a little bit. I’m tired too.”
“I miss you,” KK says, dropping her voice to a whisper, making it sound like she’s admitting a deep dark secret.
You could tease her about how it hasn’t even been a day. But you miss her too.
“I know. I miss you, too.”
You stare at her through the screen, watching as she smiles sleepily at you, eyes drooping.
“You’re so pretty,” she says after a second.
“Maybe try telling me that when your eyes are actually open, babe.”
“Don’t need it see you to know how beautiful you are. I can feel it through the phone.” Now, her eyes are fully shut and if you were there with her, you could imagine hearing her breathing even out if your head was pressed against her chest.
“Goodnight,” you smile. “I love you. So much, baby.”
Your heart sometimes feels like it’s literally going to burst. Maybe you have an unknown heart condition, but knowing that KK loves you, the way she shows it, and just… KK. How beautiful she is. How she makes you feel and how you make her feel. Her loving you and you loving her feels so impossibly perfect. So good, so right. The feelings you get when you’re with her don’t even have words in the English language.
You feel everything with her, happy and sad and whatever- but under all of it there’s this layer of belonging, of calmness. You belong with her, to her, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You stare at the screen with a smile, that same smile slowly fading when she doesn’t answer.
“KK?”
Silence.
“Caroline. Caroline. You didn’t say I love you.”
Her sleeping face is beautiful, but you just want to hear her say goodnight and that she loves you back.
“Okay, fine. Whatever. Wait until tomorrow.”
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Call ended by: hockey queen
hockey queen: it was so amazing to wake up to ur drooling face on my screen this morning. felt like i was right there with you
hockey queen: we have a workout super early today but text me when u wake up pls
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you: super busy all day but i’ll text later
you: also i don’t drool
hockey queen: what r u doing on a friday without me
you: i have friends and school yk
hockey queen: ok be safe and call me later i miss ur face
you: look at a picture then??
hockey queen: i am rn but it’s not the same
you: u r actually so clingy when u go away it might fr be a medical problem
hockey queen: ur fault bc ur so hot 😫
you: thanks…
hockey queen: you’re welcome ❤️
When you finally get home after a busy day of lying to KK that you were out doing something, your friend in your first class had actually helped you come up with a good plan to get back at her.
You had actually forgotten about the fact she didn’t say goodnight or I love you when you woke up, but when you saw that she didn’t even say an actual “good morning” to you… would it really hurt anyone to do a harmless Tik Tok prank?
It would probably scare the shit out of Caroline, which is exactly what she deserved.
You put on your best pouty face, taking a picture with the filter on. It actually was a pretty convincing black eye.
You had kinda failed by letting yourself text her back like everything was normal, but the element of surprise was probably a good thing.
you: *picture*
you: 🤕
hockey queen: what the actual fuck
hockey queen: r u ok???
hockey queen: wtf who did this to you
hockey queen: y/n r u ok
hockey queen: text me
hockey queen: y/n
hockey queen: what the fuck happened
One missed call from: hockey queen
Two missed calls from: hockey queen
hockey queen: y/n i’m so serious answer ur phone
hockey queen: u can’t send that and then not answer
Three missed calls from: hockey queen
you: *picture without filter*
hockey queen: what
you: i’m sorry it was so funny 😂😂
hockey queen: r u serious
hockey queen: i actually hate u
hockey queen: i was so scared
you: ik it was so fucking funny i’m still laughing 😂
hockey queen: i’m blocking u don’t talk to me
hockey queen: why did u do this fr
hockey queen: i don’t deserve this
you: u forgot to say goodnight last night
you: and didn’t say good morning either
you: karma 🤷♀️
hockey queen: r u serious
you: deadly
hockey queen: and i’m the clingy one?? ur lucky i love u
hockey queen: ok i have to go get ready for the game but i’m calling you later just to say goodnight
hockey queen: i think u gave me a heart attack
you: aw ur so sweet 🥹
you: ok srsly goodbye ily ur gonna do amazing good luck 😘
hockey queen: thank you baby
hockey queen: ilyt
hockey queen: goodbye
hockey queen: ok make sure you see that goodbye my heart can’t take another stupid prank
you: yes ma’am i see it and no more pranks 🫡 maybe
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hockey queen: go to my place
you: huh
hockey queen: flight gets in at 11 ur gonna sleepover
you: so when did i agree to this
hockey queen: when i asked u to be my gf and u said yes look over ur contract
you: oh silly me i see it right here
you: “due to caroline’s excessive clinginess and obsessive tendencies, she reserves the right to force y/n to sleepover at any time”
hockey queen: 🙏
hockey queen: just go hang out at my place u can order dinner and i’ll pay
you: awww how sweet
hockey queen: i love my gf 🔥
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You wake up to the feeling of someone cupping your face, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. The feeling of someone hovering over you.
“Wha?” You mumble, stretching, opening your eyes into the darkness but seeing nothing. You eyes slowly start to adjust, but they don’t need to.
“Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Caroline whispers. She smooths your hair back, and your eyes drift shut again at the calming motion. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll be back in a minute.”
“KK?” you ask into the darkness, mind foggy.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I missed you.”
She laughs a bit before kissing the top of your head, hand drifting down to cup your cheek again. “I know.”
You unknowingly latch onto her wrist, holding her hand in place against your face. “Come to bed,” you mutter. “I missed you.”
She softly detangles herself from you, and you feel like a child about to throw a tantrum. “One second, okay, baby? I still gotta get ready for bed, I just wanted to see you.”
You groan but let go, the darkness of her room pressing around you similarly to the morning when she left. Your mind drifts back to that, to how good it felt to wake up next to her, how utterly right. You think about how mean you’ve been to her since she left, using sarcasm to cover up the way your heart literally beats crookedly when she’s away from you.
Wow, maybe you’re the clingy one.
You think about the sound of her voice on FaceTime as she’s falling asleep, and you think about how good it will feel now right in your ear. You think about your empty bed back in your dorm, sleeping lonely even in her shirts that smell like her.
You roll over onto your stomach, blankets sliding off of you as the sound of the sink running in the bathroom makes you so fucking impatient.
“K,” you groan, deciding she’s taking too long.
“Calm down,” she whispers, voice very amused, and it feels so right when you suddenly feel the covers pull back and someone slip in next to you. She runs her hand along your upper back where her last name is printed on. “You look so sexy in my shirt.”
“Thanks,” you mutter, already half asleep again and shifting around as her arms slide around you, pressing yourself back up against her. Too tired to flip back around but still needed to be touching her as much as possible.
“Was your dinner good?” She asks, kissing your neck.
“Yeah,” you yawn. “Thank you for paying, babe.”
“Mhm,” she hums, squeezing the arm wrapped around your waist. “Come closer.”
“I am closer.”
“Fine,” she mumbles, yawning herself as she settles against you. You can hear the smile in her voice when she speaks. “Goodnight, Y/N,” she enunciates.
You almost laugh at how petty it seems to prank her for not saying goodnight.
“Goodnight, Caroline,” you say back.
Maybe you’re both just really annoying and really clingy, but when you’re wrapped around each other like this, and everything feels so perfect that you can’t even imagine her ever being away from you ever again, pieces of her always carried in your heart, you can’t be bothered.
Maybe you’ll regret this in the morning, though, when KK doesn’t let you leave her bed until noon.
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hiya! i really like your writing!
can i request reactions [from whomever you want] with a reader [platonic or romantic idc lol] who is like spiderman! like, has the sense and webs,
and the workload of "who knows how they manage shit".
i just think its a fun idea, cause they'd also be a "hero"
Of course you can! This is such a cool Idea! (Is there a hyrule where a spider person is the hero of courage? Maybe.)
Four
Take a nap
No, really, he tries to get you to sleep as often as possible
He'll try to enhance any weapons you may have
IF you have mechanical web shooters he will be very interested
If you have biological web shooters in your wrist from the mutation he's still curious
Can amd will try to improve your suit so you are safer
Is HORRIFIED by your workload
Don't you know about burn out??
Do you just not care?
Overall he's curious and a little overbearing
But he also understands that you're a hero, and as a hero, sometimes it doesn't matter if you're exhausted.
He'll insist you let him make you metal braces, so some of the work your joints face isn't so bad. (ESPECIALLY if your joints already hurt)
Hyrule
He is excited to learn about it!
He's also not like other people. He just has healing magic, you're a spider person
Neat!
Assuming you have the boosted healing factor that lost spider people seem to have he's relieved
He will always heal you, but it's nice that you don't need it as often
Also very worried about your work load
Always trying to get you to drink more water
If he were aware of more modern culture he'd yell 'hydrate or die-drate!'
Die-drate is not an option as far as he's concerned
Asks about the ability to stick to things. He's very interested in this
Legend
It depends on when he finds out.
He's definitely concerned no matter when you tell them though
If he's not warmed up to you yet he's kind of standoffish about it. If you share he listens bit he won't ask
If you Are close to him though he has SO many questions
How does it work?
What happened to give you these powers?
How much weight can you handle?
Have you always been so flexible?
No matter what your relationship is, if you tell him about the Spiderman upside down kiss thing, he goes RED
He also asks if you catch and eat bugs.
(What? He just knows that's what spiders do!)
He encourages ypu to take some things off your plate.
Sky
Probably the least phased?
He's curious of course
But his life has been so weird. He's met plant penguins, gopher people, and his best friend was a goddess
Asks if you're descended from a spider god
Also asks if you can turn into a spider
He also encourages you to take breaks and indulge in things that make you happy
He's happy to make anything that might help you, but with his skills, mostly in whittling, he's not sure it's that helpful.
He is excited to see you swing around, it's the closest most anyone can get to flying (aside from Sky and Wild)
Time
Immediately concerned
Powers?
Insane workload?
He gets it, mostly
Not entirely his life isn't like your's but he understands the weight power and workload hold
He is curious about your powers
Also very interested in the way your webs are made. Dosen’t matter if it's mechanical or biological
Will have you take to the tree tops when you guys ambush monsters
If you make a hamock/swing out of webs he'll be happy to keep you company
Twilight
Worried
He's not sure how to feel actually
He's curious about how you became a spider person
If he feels close to you he'll ask about it
He's glad you have enhanced healing though. He feels a little less worried
He's still worried you guys are hunting down a shadow
Will be easy to convince to race, you with your webs and him on Epona
Warriors
He is very sympathetic to your workload
He offers tips to help woth burnout
He helps you strategies to battle plans off your abilities
Wars is willing to spar with you so you can improve too
Please let him help with the self care of after the battle.
Probably asks about the effectiveness of webs as emergency bandages
Wild
He's not that phased either. He's met a semi-vengeful horse god
At least you aren't only worried about the safety of the horses
(Don't worry he takes excellent care of Epona and his own horses)
He'll ask about your adventures
He would be excited to have someone else capable of climbing!
He'll happily climb up steep cliffs with you (it can be a race he likes a challenge)
Wind
Excited
He also has a million questions
He wants to see what you can do!
He's happy to watch you swing around but he wants to come with!
Swing around with him and he's just thrilled!
He asks about ypur webs and if they could capture a monster if you strung them up like a real spider web
He also probably asks for stories about your adventures.
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Hi hello tell me about Caesar's dead wife
ty my beautiful friends :)
here is caesar's dead wife
-Legion name Drusilla Minerva; original name translates roughly to "Red-Eyed Sparrowhawk Woman"
-tan skin, auburn hair, eyes same color as hair. styled as the Daughter of Minerva much how Caesar is styled the Son of Mars
-came from a matriarchal tribe who, upon seeing what the Legion wrought, decided to join willingly despite, well, everything. their thought process was that there is a dignity in Choice, even if it is one of limited Choices, and assimilation was preferable to losing all their knowledge (i know that canonically caesar's legion is one homogeneous culture and erases all other identities but realistically this isn't how empires work so. wiggle room)
-youngest daughter of an elder and medicine woman, possesses knowledge of loads of ancient practices including blood transfusion and c-section
-despite the Legion going on and on about how you have to have a young, fertile bride, Drusilla is neither young (objective - she's caesar's same age, so like 30) nor fertile
-it was Joshua's idea for caesar to get married - citing a bunch of different reasons, not the least of which was "hey you should probably have an heir so that if you die this empire doesn't devolve into immediate chaos." caesar was like "ok but......" and never finished the sentence ("but i'm gay josh"). joshua was like don't worry king i'll handle it
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-selects a woman for him to court, and hey, it turns out she's actually bad as hell? she's collected, sharp, insanely intelligent (as in wisdom and learned), fanatically spiritual, with a will of iron and a withering stare that could strike any legionary down. caesar is like "she rocks actually, let's do this." but first he has to tell her he and joshua have been, like, A Thing for a long time and he's not going to stop on her account. she's like I Literally Could Not Care Less, the Business of Men Does Not Concern Me. that seals the deal
-ok ok turns out she's actually super cool and they're bffs. yeah they have sex and whatever but when they hold court? definition of a power couple. every fag must have his hag
-joshua is invited into their bed whenever he wants but he's like no :prayer_emoji: adultery is a sin :prayer_emoji: .. Dru and Caesar are like have it your way you fuckin square!!
-she and caesar and josh are the pillars upon which the legion is built. although as a woman she knows her fate is always to be overshadowed, this is something she accepts, like thousands of queens and empresses before her. she's all about protecting her own peace. she's got all the power, comfort, and privilege she could ever want, so like, whatever.
-can frequently be seen spitting venom across the dining table at officers + reminding them of the Mission of the Legion. simply does not tolerate deviation.
-for fertility reasons, she and caesar only ever have one daughter before Drusilla determined another pregnancy would kill her. she's like go ahead and get a concubine who'll give you more children, idc. caesar is like but ... then i'd have to have sex with a . with a w. with a woman. and she's like jesus christ don't be a pussy
-serving cunt at all times. jewel-tone-pilled queens only
-lives at Caesar's palace (not that one- the one in arizona lol) but frequently makes trips out to war camps, sometimes with caesar, sometimes in his stead, sometimes before or after him. she's got a sharp eye and WILL let you know if anything is out of place or if something is not being done right. she's sweeping into camp with fanfare like a goddess, walking down that line of soldiers, and telling at least one to sashay away
-she may be a Woman but the legionaries are so scared of her. and they should be
-Breasts
-enjoys long walks with her entourage, or just her with a companion (usually joshua or a handmaid)
-took a shine to Vulpes, encouraged caesar's choice not to punish him. vulpes is like *points* that's my Evil Mother
-unfortunately took ill with a respiratory illness a decade (give or take) before the game takes place and, despite her best efforts and the efforts of many other healers, was not able to recover
-when it was clear that she was on her deathbed and that the illness would be drawn out, she and caesar agreed that she should commit suicide in the Roman tradition by poisoning. compared to her illness, it was a painless and peaceful death
-caesar's still not over it. yeah he's gay, but that was his best friend in the whole world. and not long after that he lost joshua too. so as you can imagine, he is going through it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bonus about their child, Julia:
[pretend i drew a busty athletic blond babe here]
-Julia is in her late 20s when the game takes place
-tan, dark blond, brown eyes, very obviously caesar's child in her expressions, anchoring facial features, and even her voice. so basically, sexy as hell
-lives in Arizona at the palace, takes care of her half-brothers and -sisters (with the massive help of a bunch of servants and slaves and nurses of course - but she's who they're closest to)
-yeah she's not a man, but she's honestly probably caesar's favorite kid anyway. he's very proud of her beauty and intelligence and is almost (almost) tempted to name her his heir.
-in her ample free time, she's read all the same literature her father has, though she's come up with...slightly different interpretations of the texts. she's like hmm... the legion is kind of not doing the right thing i think? but it's hard to have views that conflict with your culture when you're literally a princess/demigoddess
-would totally vibe with Arcade i think. he'd be like finally someone half sane
-Vulpes has a big fat lesbian crush on her. thank you and goodnight
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