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[sunny-writes-flowers]

“Dagger of Love.”

Summary: "I know today is the day of Julius Caesar's assassination, but technically, Commodus is also a Caesar, and he was also assassinated, whether in the film or in real life. So, I thought I could rewrite it, with a bit of drama, obviously. " 

Rating: M

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader 

Warning(s):  Established relationship;  angst; murder by stabbing; implied description of smut; Emperor/wife relationship; description of female and male bodies. 

Commodus was in his lavish room, his mind filled with thoughts of his wife. After a long day of hunting and imprison his enemies and traitors, he could hardly contain his excitement as he waited for her arrival. Commodus was sat impatiently on the edge of his bed, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knee as he waited.  

As he reclined on his bed, his eyes roamed over the opulence that surrounded him. The walls were adorned with intricate murals, and the floor was covered in a soft, plush carpet. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of roses, and the soft sound of a lute being played by a musician in the corner. 

Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, Commodus could not shake the sense of unease that had been gnawing at him since he had returned to Rome. He knew that his grip on the empire was tenuous, and he was acutely aware of the dangers that lurked around every corner. 

But in the company of his beloved, he could forget all his worries and simply revel in the pleasures of the moment. He had spared no expense for her visit, ordering her favorite foods and wines to be served. 

As he waited, he couldn't help but think back to the early days of their courtship. She had been so different then - so full of life and passion. But now, after months of marriage, he could sense a distance between them. He wondered if she still loved him as she had once done, or if she had grown tired of him. 

Suddenly, he heard footsteps getting closer and the young wife walked in, her beauty taking his breath away. She wore a gown of deep red silk, her hair piled high on her head in an elaborate style. He rose to greet her, a smile spreading across his face, she was standing in the doorway.  

"My dear," he said, taking her hand and kissing it. "You look more beautiful than ever." She smiled back, but the warmth in her eyes did not reach her lips. Commodus felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly pushed it aside, determined to enjoy the evening with his wife. He took her hand and led her to the bed, where they both sat down. 

Commodus poured her a glass of wine, and they both drunk it. Her eyes were trying to escape from his. For some reason she looked nervous, just like the first time they made love, but the young man didn't take this observation too seriously. Commodus leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away slightly, playing the game of desire. He could see the desire in her red cheeks, and he was pleased. He began to caress her face, and she leaned into his touch, all the while hiding the dagger she had concealed under her clothing. 

Commodus began to undress her, his hands wandering over her body, the fabric hugging her curves. He moved towards her, his hands reaching out to take her in his embrace. She played along, pretending to be swept away by his passion, but her heart was pounding with fear and anticipation. 

When they were both naked, he lay back on the bed, and let her climb on top of him, straddling him as if in surrender. With his right hand, Commodus gripped his young wife's breasts, kneading them fervently. With his other hand, he guided his penis towards her enter, waiting for her to descend on his erected member, full of desire for her. He waited for it and waited, but it never happened. 

As he closed his eyes, she carefully pulled the dagger out from under the silk sheets, where she had hidden it before and plunged it into his chest, pushing down with all her strength.  Commodus let out a gasp, his eyes widening in shock and pain.  

Realizing what she was doing, she let her tears falling to his cheeks. The young woman had concluded that this was the only way to solve all the problems. Kill the husband she once loved so much. 

He tried to struggle, but she held him down, continuing to stab him over and over, each stab dedicated to a person whose life Commodus had reduced to hell.  He eventually stopped fighting and resigned himself to accept his destiny. She was his beloved wife, the young daughter of a senator, of who he falls in love years ago, when they were both children. He promised to give her the love she never receives from her parents. But he always knew that would eventually lead to his downfall. She was naive and innocent, perfect for him to control, but he also knew that she eventually could be just, loyal and caring for those in need. His father would have probably loved her, more than he had loved his son. 

He knew it was only a matter of time before she realized that he wasn't good enough for her. Commodus secretly hoped that that day would never happen. But when he saw Maximus, in the middle of the arena, he knew that at that precise moment he lost his sister and his beloved wife.  Commodus also know that this all plan wasn't from his dear wife, but probably from a senator or his own sister Lucilla. He knows that they used his dear dove, because she was the only one that he would have never see it coming from. Now, thinking about it, it was quite predictable. 

As his vision blurs, blood running down his jaw, Commodus put one of his hands on her small face. He caressed his young wife's cheek, and in a last breath he smiled. "I-I forgive y-you for everything..."  

She rather to close her eyes than confront his gaze and as she continued to stab him, one of her stabs was straight into his heart, and suddenly he lay still. There was only the echo of her cries in the air of the room. The young woman let out a howl of pain, she felt like her heart was going to tear into a thousand pieces. In a fit of rage, she threw her dagger right in the middle of the room. Her weak body caught in the bloodstained silk sheets, made her fall gently to the floor.  

Her hands were shaking with the adrenaline and fear. She knew it was the only thing she could do to free Lucilla, Lucius, the senators, Maximus and all of Rome and the empire.  Sprawled on the ground, her face was hidden by her arms. The tears continued to flow as the echo of his last words looped through his memory.  

Finally having the courage to get up, she approaches the lifeless body of the man who once was the love of her life. She took the little scissors from a gold tray. She took a dark lock of the dead emperor's hair and cut it off. Leaning lightly, she inhaled the scent of his hair, before whispering "In another life, maybe, we could have been happy." 

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[theideasofarchimedes]

i have a message to deliver

“fuck julius caeser , get your own religion.” - zeus

[quartz-the-cosmic-manta]

somehow I have yet to see any posts about the ides of March being today. that's one of tumblrs big holidays, and so far nothing about it on my dash ???

[livelaughlovewonderwoman]

what cassius wishes he'd done to caesar in that one flashback monologue:

[underscore-masqueraded]

in honor of the ides. my english assignment!

[fromthehouseofgerber]

Happy Ides of March. I am here to tell you all that my gay awakening was Julius Caesar from the 2002 film “Julius Caesar,” that we watched in 10th grade English.

It’s Safe to say that I would gladly fuck him now too

[sunfloramaria]

Just a VERRYYY old sketch (like 4 y/o by now probably) that I still love so much and that fits the current tumblr climate.

HAPPY IDES OF MARCH

Death to Caesar ✨🗡️

[nonsense-for-confusing-ai]

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[thoughtsfullofbooks]

🔪

[pattonvirglsanders]

Nimona Characters As Things My Friends Have Said

(Mainly Nimona lol)

Nimona: Kids, if you murder someone, just change your name to Not Guilty!

Nimona (About Ballister to Ambrosius): Have you ever considered the possibility that he might be a literal cinnamon roll?

Nimona: Boss, I require food.

Nimona: Do you have a knife? Like a sharp one?

Ballister: How can you not be compelled by those onions?

Ambrosius: There’s nothing wrong with looking like an aspirin pill!

Ambrosius: Mayyybbbee your right

Ballister: YEAH YOU ARE.....wait-

(Note: this could go either way)

Nimona: Do you think Jesus can read minds?

Nimona: Is it possible to gay the pray away?

Nimona: Would you like some yummy yum yums?

Nimona: You have been DUPED, bamboozled, thunderstruck.

Ambrosius: Don’t be like Julius Ceaser

Nimona: Ah yes, the three genders. *points to Ambrosius* Sprinkle, *points to Ballister* Spronkle, *points to themself* and Cannibal

Nimona: WOULD YOU LIKE A SALTINE?!

Ballister to Nimona after she reappeared: Where were you the night you were murdered?!

Nimona: Who needs gender when you can have pockets!

Nimona: I don’t wanna be a cannibal I wanna be an arsonist!

Ballister: We are not to make friends with the flies-

Nimona: Well then you’re a noodle!

Ballister: What type of noodle?

Nimona: A weak noodle!

Ballister: Weak isn’t a type of noodle!

Nimona: Then you’re spaghetti!

Ambrosius: No not spaghetti, it’s too nice. What about that weird chickpea pasta?

Ballister: Put the Expo cleaner down

Ballister: We’re not gonna murder anyone today

Ballister texting Nimona after they had a bad day: *sending you good vibes and the permission to commit 1 felony*

Nimona: I am a very death-y person

Nimona: Life is a lot tastier the less morals you have

Nimona: My parents, I need your lungs

Ambrosius: It’s time for some ✨ty✨ -lenol

Nimona: I am at minimum 2 ants

Nimona: How many v - bucks do I need to buy a new gender

Nimona: Stick it to the MAN man.

Ballister: You’re not a MAN man!

Nimona: I let you sleep in my orphan cot and this is the thanks I get?!

Nimona: There’s the library we’re not allowed to go in, tHOSE BIGOTS-

Nimona: IM A POWER GOD OF ALCOHOL

Ambrosius: Ah! it’s melting and covered in hair! I’ll throw it out

Ballister: IM melting and covered in hair! Are you gonna throw ME out?

Nimona: I don’t take the hand of a winner!!

Nimona: If someone slaps you, kill them

Nimona to Ambrosius right after the events of the movie: You’re inbred, do you want steak?

Nimona: I WAS BLACKOUT DRUNK THIS ENTIRE YEAR

[soppybitorag]

misses opportunity for s1 horrible histories for when stupid deaths was airport customs to not have julius ceaser walk through the metal detectors and cause an implosion because of all the knives sticking out of him

[genderqueerturtle]

I wonder how Julius Ceaser would feel if he knew loooooong after his death people are still virtually stabbing him over the internet, people unaffected by his rule but still want to serve justice and who have turned this into a yearly tradition

[passiveagressiveunicorn]

In honour of the ides of march and Julius Caesar's death:

I stabbed my boss 23 times with one of the wooden knives at work while he went from 'im protesting this heavily' to 'this is my fate and i have no choice but to suffer it'

Its for Ceaser

[artsy-cactus]

MY SON. MY BOY. MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE MAN. BASK IN THE GLORY OF THE DEATH OF JULIUS CEASER (julius for short🩷🩷)

[livelaughlovewonderwoman]

the conspirators on the ides of march: