#gaius julius x reader

[jacevelaryonswife]

Kneel to the Empire or die with the Republic

A woman cannot be left alone to her own fate. After the fall of what you used to know, your only option was to kneel to him.

pairing: Young!Gaius Julius (Augustus Imperator) x Fem!reader

warnings and a note: angst, grief. This story is based on Domina (tv show), I don't have so much knowledge about the historical facts that involve Augustus, so, for those who have more baggage I'm sorry if something sounds wrong from what happened, please be kind, or just don’t read. English is not my first language. 3,8k

In addition to grief, other factors tightened your chest after your father's death. A good man, a faithful supporter of the Roman Republic and power of the Senate, a patrician descended from an important aristocratic lineage, and the most aggravating: one of those responsible for orchestrating the assassination of Gaius Iulius Caesar.

When the military forces of Gaius Julius, born Gaius Octavius, great-nephew of Julius Caesar, began to act in Rome, you knew you had few certainties and much to fear. Perhaps you were executed with your family, dying in an honorable way and with your head held high against a dictator (in the words of your older brother), or just having your traitorous blood eliminated by the defended cause of the heir of the most important man in Rome. They said he was different, a restorer of the Republic, a supporter of power in the hands of the people and the Senate, a middle ground between Caesar and the most avid Republicans. In those days, nothing was clearer to you than your death, however, Gaius Julius' stroke of mercy in sparing women and children from those considered enemies was at the same time a breath of relief and a punch in the lung.

Relief to the fact that you would have a chance to live, since the fear occurred when your brothers did not have the same luck when they were sentenced to death.

"What are we going to do?" You asked scared.

The two looked at each other for a considerable time, with Nero lowering his head before answering: "you will stay here and we are going to fight.”

“What? I can't stay here! There must be somewhere where his men don't find us."

"And how would you live? Running away forever? It's not the fate our father wanted for you." Claudius said.

"That's exactly what he would do instead of kneeling to a dictator, what do you expect me to do?"

“We are trying to protect you! There is no gentle future beyond these walls and I’m sure that Julius' men will still be less kind if they capture you," Nero said, exalting himself before holding your hands: "we cannot risk your life beyond ours, our father is not here, our allies are almost all dead, there is no hope for the three of us, but there may be for you."

The fall of tears marked your face until they flowed into the union of your hands. “I don't want to be alone,” you whined.

"You won’t”

It wasn't known at the time, but that was the last time you were with your brothers. The soldiers of Gaius Julius broke into your house the same night, looking closely for any fresh trail of male presence. The soldiers responsible for your safety were murdered without any chance of defense, with the exception of those who submitted quickly, fearful for their lives. You didn't judge them, how could you, after all?

When a man pressed you incisively on the whereabouts of your blood, shaking your shoulders rudely, an authoritarian voice interrupted him with a short message:

"Not her."

With wide eyes and irregular breathing, you were released immediately. The violence on the inside was mirrored on the outside, being the clearest reminder of those destined to die with the Republic. Your inert body remained in the sights of the man who guaranteed your release, the same facing you a few seconds after his order.

“My men will do your protection tonight,” he said.

The confusion in your frightened face was clear on the tip of your tongue when you asked a simple question:

"Why?" That didn't happen to other women.

"You'll know at the right time."

That's all the man said.

You remained static for long minutes after the departure of those who vandalized your home, with your father's servants — ordered by them — to remove the corpses from the house and sanitize the rooms to their original. Impossible. Doesn’t matter if the blood is removed, the death will be marked forever in each piece of furniture and corridor. One of the soldiers responsible for "your protection" approached with fear and touched your arm with delicacy, hitherto unknown to you, to get you out of the trance.

“We will assume from here, go back to rest,” he said.

"What's going to happen?" Your question was weak, almost like a meow.

"The house will be cleaned and the perimeter protected."

"From who? Why do you want to protect me?"

He remained silent for a few minutes before answering: "I'm not allowed to say."

Permission? What was going on? What was being planned for you? And by whom? Gaius Julius himself or one of his trusted men? Would you be held hostage? Would you marry any of them? Would it be sold as a slave or prostitute?

The rest of the night was spent in torment, with you pushing the internal lock of your door hard and putting on a clot to try to hide some jewels and coins with you in case you needed it and managed to escape. Sleeping was not an option, but a part of you wished that sleep would erase the horrors experienced and the departure of his brothers, so nervousness and fear partially succumbed to sleep. You allowed yourself to stay in the room a little longer that morning, ashamed of facing your servants and guards (no longer yours, but of the men of Gaius), only to receive a knock on the door of the same man you spoke to for the last time.

“I would like to sleep a little more,” you said through the door, afraid enough to open it.

His breathing was perfectly audible, followed by a moment of silence. "You will have some time, but you will need to leave soon to feed yourself and receive the lady Octavia's visit."

Octavia? Octavia Minor? Brother of Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus? What the fuck was going on?

If there was any pretension of tiredness in you it was in a distant past, your mind had just been set on fire with what was going to happen, with what that woman might want with you. She was no stranger, visually speaking, since the glimpse of her red hair and elegant posture were seen by you at the wedding of Livia Drusila and Tiberius Claudius Nero. She, Scribonia, Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa and him, the reason for everything that is happening, with his hair and eyes dark as the night, with cheap charm and indecent actions.

You didn’t forget how you caught him having inadequate relations with Cicero's wife during the celebration, how he didn’t seem intimidated or embarrassed by his wide eyes, or how he went to you discreetly after your escape, so calm and carefree that it seemed unreal.

It's too unreal to have him by your side. Too unreal that he approached the daughter of one of the men responsible for the death of his great-uncle.

“I'm sorry you saw that, I should have chosen a place with a door,” he said when he settled comfortably standing next to him.

Your breath froze when you heard such a lack of respect, was he making fun of you?

"Don't worry, the time will come when you will do that for your husband," he provoked again, not receiving silence in response.

"Have you finished yet?" Your question was irritated, although low, without looking him in the eye.

"Yes, I did."

You didn't notice his pertinent choice of words, keeping yourself in the same place while waiting for him to leave.

“A beautiful thing like you deserve a better husband than Livia's,”

And so, he left your side.

Everything that preceded your departure from the room to the bath and to the food resulted in a constant tension in every room of your house. You felt eyes accompanied by you at all times, both from the soldiers of Gaius and from your father's slaves. It seemed that another series of murders would happen and was only prevented, for the time being, by the visit of the dictator's sister, which happened in the early afternoon.

A comforting smile directed to you was present before and after the hug given. "I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, the war usually gets the best of us."

That couldn't be said to her, you thought.

“Thank you.”

One of the guards guided the way to his father's conversation room, where there was some fruit and wine waiting. Quick flashes of happy memories made you walk slower before sitting next to her, it seemed like an eternity from full happiness, and maybe you would never fully recover it.

“Your house is quite beautiful,” Octavia began, looking around, “I always imagined it was, but it's different when being inside.”

“Has had better days,” you said apathetic, looking down.

Holding your hands, she held your chin to face her. “Again, I'm sorry for what happened. It has been a difficult period for all of us, on both sides, and I imagine that being alone in a world of men is more aggravating. That's why I'm here." Your silence made her continue, although she did not mention of stopping. "I believe you follow your father's ideas, perhaps not because you understand what a republic means, but because you accept what your blood believed-"

"I know what the republic means, just as I know what your brother is doing, but I don't think he came here to ask for my opinion," you interrupted her.

“Not an opinion, but a decision,” she rectified.

“And what decision is that?"

She looked down, displaying a strange smile as she took a deep breath. Her response took a while, as Octavia calmly took a bunch of grape in her hands and picked up a berry before resuming the subject.

"Your father's decision to delay choosing a suitor for you was quite risky for your reputation, rumors could have been made about your purity instead. I like to think he was kind, to the same extent as a fool. But maybe, all this time serves a greater purpose,” she took another break, waiting for you to guess, but everything seemed too absurd to unravel.

"What purpose?"

"A woman cannot be alone in the world, especially one with your birth. When the news that your brothers are gone is spread, men of all regions and ages have prowled your carcass and will force a marriage to get your dowry. Maybe some of your uncles or cousins, or any of them. I come here today to offer a better proposal than any of them: Gaius."

The self-control over your expressions was not well executed, since your eyes frowned and your mouth opened. No, it couldn't be. It was a fucking joke. How... how dare she?

"What?" You asked out loud. “Gaius? Your brother Gaius?"

"Yes, he in person." Octavia answered.

“Why? Why do you want me to marry him? Why me?"

“Although many claim that Gaius intends to end the Senate and Republic, this has already proved to be a fallacy. In his trajectory, he showed that he did not conquer power alone. In fact, the Senate is on its way to deliver this power to him, because it recognizes his virtues. He is a merciful man, who wishes to restore the Republics to their glory days.”

“Merciful?” You asked. “Where is the pity in sentencing my brothers to death? How nice would it be to marry the heir of the man my father helped kill? How good would it be to marry the man who is the reason why all this is happening?” Your voice came out exalted again.

Octavia, in turn, restricted herself to looking down. “All the men who remain in Rome will be supporters of Gaius, maybe yes, some dissatisfied rebel can remain, but in the end, their opinion will be worth nothing, so any husband they arrange for you will be loyal to my brother, it’s no less worse.”

“Gaius decreed the death of my brothers, that’s bad enough,” you answered.

“But what will be worse for you: to be unhappy with a bad stranger or to be the wife of a young sovereign leader? My brother was not very favorable to your family, but he would not do the atrocities that could happen to you being alone and vulnerable at this time.”

No answer was formulated by you, maybe a punch in the stomach would be preferable when facing your reality.

“Gaius himself suggested this idea,” she added.

Before or after declaring your brothers as enemies? How could he think of something like that? The memory of your family and your dignity was insulting! You would become what you wouldn’t like to say and that your father would vehemently deny.

“It’s a lot to assimilate, I know, so you have until the rest of the day to think about, tomorrow one of the soldiers will take your answer in writing,” Octavia said.

“No,” you said. “I’ll come to you. Papers can be tampered with, not my word. But I ask you to order your brother’s men not to touch any woman in this house during my absence.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

It was a deal. A marriage proposal by Gaius Julius Caesar. Not a request, an agreement, that’s what it was, an arrangement to improve his image. That was your function, to improve the lives of men, and unfortunately, even if you don’t choose it, there is no way to get out of this situation unscathed, because Octavia didn’t lie when she referred to the fate that awaited you. But that was worse, he was to blame for the chaos and violence that Rome witnessed, the reason why your home was destroyed. You were truly scared between choosing such options. They were all bad in many ways, but Gaius’s was disrespectful and humiliating. And yet you were still considering it. Was surviving so important?

Or was it that you were too cowardly to face your destiny. Between running away and getting married, you preferred death, but you were too cowardly to cut your throat. Maybe one of Gaius’ men could do this after you rejected the proposal, or Octavia herself could meet someone who messed with poisons. By the Gods, you were desperate.

“I don’t know what to do,” you told a personal servant while bathing.

You still didn’t know what to do when you went to sleep, when you woke up the next day, when you ate nothing more than a few grape berries, when you were taken to where Octavia was and when you faced her. You believed that years could pass and you would not yet have a concrete answer to that situation, but even so, the known evil (Gaius) seemed less worse than what could happen if you rejected it.

Even though it is a simple word, it has never been so difficult to make a statement before.

“Yes.”

You accepted him as yours.

Gaius’ sister’s smile was warm, wrapping your body in a hug while saying that from now on you would be sisters. Your dresses and goods would be sent to your new home, and a few maids could be taken too — at your insistence.

“We have our trusted servants, no need to worry,” Octavia said.

And then it became clear that the evaluation of his company was not only for capacity, but for loyalty and security.

“Gaius will be back soon, I’m sure he will be pleased with your presence here,” she said next. “You couldn’t have chosen better.”

Choices. No, you didn’t want to keep torturing yourself by thinking about the other options.

However, a curious fact was noticed by you in the days that followed in Gaius’ house, under the company of Octavia and other ladies: they would die to be in your position. Or rather, they would kill to be the wife of the next leader of Rome. It was one of the certainties you came to believe, Gaius Julius would not lose the war and those women would do anything to be in youe place. The feeling of danger that filled you on the other days was terrifying, restless and too tense to remain surrounded by other people. Turning to Octavia about the possibility of being poisoned, she eased your fears by saying that everything that arrived on your plate was tasted by others noticed. It wasn’t so comforting when you realized that people could die for you. No, that was insanity. Everything related to what you were living was insanity.

Long days and long nights were bathed in fear in your new home, but nothing compared when the news of his return echoed through the walls. Next to your faithful friends, men, family and servants, there you were, in the center, next to your new sister. The smile that stamped his front was raised when he saw your serious and nervous figure waiting for him. The son of a bitch looked like he had won the biggest of the prizes. And in fact, he did it, after all, his image was built for that.

For the reconstruction of the Republic.

No word of his speech was heard by you, just waiting for such torment to end. But the celebrations were just beginning. At first, he did not go directly to meet you, but in the middle of the night, when you were away for too long in a distant room, he approached surreptitiously with gentle steps.

“Even though it was a generous proposal, a large part of me thought you would refuse it,” he said, calm with a breeze.

A sigh was your first reaction.

“A large part of me thought about refusing.”

He stood next to you, or in front of you (depending on the perspective) in the hallway.

“And what made you change your mind?”

“I don’t know,” you replied.

“Don’t you know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

“So why are you here?”

“I was afraid of being alone, not that I’m not at the moment. Not that the other option was less worse, in fact, both were bad enough.”

“And what was the other option?” He asked with a mixture of humor, surprise and curiosity with his sincere answer.

“Your sister can answer that.”

He didn’t hold his smile this time, even if weak and nasal. After that, he was silent for a while, posture changing up before speaking even lower:

“I’m sorry for your brothers.” Perhaps it would have been better to have been silent since your only reaction was to walk in the same direction that he came, leaving him behind, or trying. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, it was something stupid to say.” He held your arm firmly, but without being rude, as he got even closer.

“Yes, it was,” you agreed and showed the frown you fought so hard to disguise.

“There was nothing to do about them,” he confessed.

“No? Did your supporters say that or was it your idea to declare them as enemies?” You asked (accused) him.

“Would they accept to be loyal to me?”

Of course not.

“I thought you was doing this for the people and the Senate, to restore the Republic,”

“And I am, but would they accept this if it was done by me?”

You smiled with mockery, looking the other way and leaving him unanswered.

“I know you have enough reasons not to trust me, or hate me, but I don’t intend to fail as a husband, and I don’t intend to disrespect you,” he said, trying to soften.

“Just like you disrespected Cicero?” You remembered the incident at Livia’s wedding.

It was his turn to sigh, releasing your arm to hold your hand.

“Cívero married her because her family is rich. That’s why everyone gets married: money, power and family. That the only thing that’s matter.”

“That’s why we’re getting married. Money, power and family,” you said bitterly.

“Yes, it’s. But I know it wasn’t an easy decision fot you to make.”

If your conscience wasn’t trying to push him away, you could have noticed a certain compassion in his beautiful eyes.

“No, you don’t know. You don’t.” That was too much, no, it was an excess of what you could handle. “You have no idea what it’s been like to live with this burden. The people I loved are dead and I feel that at any moment I will be next, and I will still marry you. No, you don’t know how I feel. My father would bitterly deny me if I were alive, my brothers too, because I’m going to marry you, because I’m a fucking traitor!” Tears collapsed violently from your eyes. “Because I have nothing else, there’s nothing left.”

Oh no. He advanced on you with a tight hug, holding your head against his chest. “It’s ok, it’s ok, you’ll be fine, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for all this. I promise I won’t betray you, I promise, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t know how many tears you had saved for that moment, for him. Because of him. You couldn’t imagine leaning over to seek comfort in him, squeezing him so hard to prevent him from running away. But he wouldn’t go anywhere, no, he wouldn’t. He wrapped you in a cocoon while holding the back of your head. The inconvenient thought that incriminated him for your situation was unpleasant to deal with, for him, and unconsciously, for you, a small relief was present in the back of your mind because no one was around.

“I promise you, nothing less than respect. I can’t get back what was lost, but I can guarantee new things,” he said when you calmed down.

“I don’t need jewelry, Gaius, or dresses, or maids. I already have that, I’ve always had it,” you countered it.

“I’m not talking about material goods. Some things need interference to be solved, others can be remedied by time, or mitigated. I don’t intend to put pressure or do little of you, I know it wouldn’t work, and that’s not how I want to solve things between us. I hope one day you can forgive me, I’ll be waiting for that.”

Taking a risk by kissing your forehead with affection was dangerous, but touching your lips was off limits. He has waited so long for you, since he saw your wide eyes and beautiful face at Livia Drusilla’s wedding. A beautiful girl from an important family, the same family involved in the size of her great-uncle, yet a beautiful girl to have by his side. He knows it was cruel to have made such a proposal, but it would be even more cruel to leave you for your luck. He could not allow this, not when your fragility was exposed to him in a more frighteningly palpable way, not when even in suffering you confronted him. Call him a fool or hopeful, but he believed that eventually, taking time or not, you would be totally his.

The confusion was evident in your eyes when he felt for the first time the slight landing of soft and gentle lips against your own. His lips... kissing you. Your eyes closed in the final seconds, before a whispered statement was sworn to you in a serious and masculine tone:

“Everything will be fine.”

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I didn’t like this as much as I imagined.

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[aemonds-princeregent]

Young Gaius Julius Caesar x Reader (Eros)

Warnings: Innacurate history, Injury, Blood, P in V sex, +18

Gaius woke up in the middle of nowhere, from his calcullations, he assumed he was in Greece... The battle had been lost, but he would try again and again until he avenged his father Caesar, and then he would accomplish so much more. He wouldn't rest until he was Emperor.

He suddenly felt the warm liquid on his forehead and realized he was bleeding so he rested upon a tree, trying to gain strenght and come up with a plan.

-

She went out to pick up some berries, the sun was glowing in the sky and the day looked as peaceful as any other. She was walking around when she saw him. Eros. He was absolutely beautiful, he was dressed as a roman soldier, but his beauty was so, that she thought he must be divine. She hid behind a tree, she thought if he saw her, he would dissapear.

Then she saw the snake going closer to the man. She wanted to tell him, but if he was Eros, he was immortal, it surely wouldn't be a problem... But then the snake bite him and he winced in pain, he steadfastly held his sword and cut the snake in two, but the poison was already in his bloodstream.

She realized he was a human and ran to help him.

-

-Fuck… fuck...

The poison hurt, his leg felt on fire. He thought he was allucinating when he saw her. Suddenly, in front of him a goddess to take him to other realm. Her long hair traced all the way to her waist as the fabric of her white dress clung desperately at her every curve.

-Allow me... I can help...- She spoke sweetly.

He murmured a soft yes and the lady fell to her knees and started sucking the poison. Her hands on his leg and her mouth on his thight, he thought it must be a fever dream.

She sucked the poison and drank the blood, as she knew such thing could not harm her.

Gaius couldn't help himself and started caressing her soft hair as she drank him, his leg starting to feel better, the burning pain turning into burning pleasure as she drank more and more.

She suddenly stopped, sure he was no longer in danger.

-Thank you - He said as he caressed her face and cleaned his blood of her plump lips with his fingers.

-It's alright, you'll be well in a few days...- She smiled at him.

She help him stand and they walked to her place. It was small, cozy and near the sea.

She poured a glass of wine for Gaius and he drank.

-

A few days passed as they layed on the beach, drink wine and talked to eachother about things they wouldn't tell anyone else.

He knew he would have to return to Rome, but staying with her was all he wanted.

-

-May I take you to Rome? - He whispered behind her ear.

- I'll go anywhere you want me to. -She smiled.

Gaius kissed her hungrily as he had been wanting to do since he first saw her. She kissed him back, parting her lips as to allow his tongue. Soon, their clothes were on the floor and her hips were around his.

He put her on the table and started sucking her right nipple, she whimpered as he sucked and lapped at each of her breast. Then, he took her, using the table as leverage, he pounded into her. Both of them kissing away their moans as they pursued their peak again and again.

[solntepyok]

Veni, Vidi, Vici (🔞+)

Pairing: Lord X/Gender Neutral!Reader

Summary: Come, see, conquer — this is the slogan of all successful people. But what about those who are unable to achieve such results? Can a weak, broken human overcome their ego and prove to themselves that they are capable of great feats?

Warnings: gaslighting, high level of violence, detailed description of murders and body horror and gore scenes and psychological/physical torture, suffering, identity breakdown

A/N: "Veni, Vidi, Vici" is a catch Latin phrase of Gaius Julius Caesar, which in English means "I came, I saw, I conquered". And dear minors (and people with a weak psyche) please do not read this if you are not already confused by my warnings. It contains cruel scenes which I do not recommend you to read. Thank you for your attention!

Artwork is used from VS Sonic.exe Friday Night Funkin' Mod.

Step 1. Come.

The Lord loves to take people's most intimate possessions. It is so amusing to hear the screams and cries for help, to watch the futile attempts to resist. It is marvellous to contemplate how a human, a pitiful mortal creature, struggles to fight back, even though they know in their heart that they cannot. It is simply impossible to oppose a powerful force, a higher mind, and, frankly speaking, it is impossible to turn back time and change one's Destiny. It is human nature to obey the laws of nature. This is human nature to be a weak link, an imaginary winner in everything. Mankind since time immemorial has thought that it rules the Universe. However, in reality, the opposite is true.

There is a terrible, loud cracking of the jaw, and the poor fellow screams and wriggles in agony. Wild horror is frozen on their face, their terrified, tear-filled eyes reflecting the hideous, vile smirk of their tyrant. A pair of bright red dots stare at the unfortunate human with incredible pleasure and enjoyment. A bony hand with slender fingers swiftly seeps into the poor wretch's body, tearing apart internal organs and breaking a bone or two. The human has dropped dead — the breathless body rumbles to the ground. They stood there postmortem with their eyes and their mouth wide open. And the evil spirit immediately bursts into cold and eerie and thunderous laughter. He got what he wanted. A soft blue blob of energy was glowing faintly in its clawed paws right now. Let the endless game begin...

Step 2. See.

You resisted him once: you shouted and screamed and cried your eyes out, while he laughed his heart out. He mocked you and your feelings, he mocked your body as well. He ripped off your limbs with his bare hands, pulled out your internal organs, and looked at them blissfully, as if to spite you. He would spend hours looking at your crimson face, your tear-red eyes. You lost count of how many times he killed you, how many times he tortured you in the most brutal ways. He made you suffer not only physically, but mentally as well, because he knew you were in great pain to see others suffer. So he killed innocent people right in front of your eyes. With a single movement of his clawed paw he would gut their stomachs, ripping out their entrails, watching you screaming wildly to leave the poor wretch alone as well as watching the reaction of the victim he was taunting. As a rule, his victims were still alive when he ripped the skin off their bodies, throwing it indifferently to the ground. Typically his victims were still alive when he broke their bones alive, leaving only ugly stumps of their limbs. He plunged his sharp, knife-like claws into the unfortunate's body and swept them up and down a couple of times, pulling out a blissful, scarlet heart. How glorious it was to taste the heart that had just been beating in the wretched chest, tearing it apart. The Lord bit off part after part, blood trickling from his mouth in little trickles dripping onto his body and the ground. Soon all that was left of the human was a bloody mess, and there seemed to be nothing left of you at all. You were unbearably exhausted, for you had cried out absolutely everything. You had lost everything you had in his fucking bloody world. You watched the suffering of others, and there was, alas, nothing you could do.

"How hilarious it is to watch you people. You fight back and don't even realise that you just can't do it." He laughed time after time right in your face and you hated your tormentor with all your soul. You hated his cruel and cold eyes, full of indifference to everything. You could see the scar on his chest, almost covering his entire body, in the shape of a bloody cross. His own blood and the blood of his victims mingled to form a pathetic brand. He is the Lord of the Unknown, of suffering and eternal torment.

Once upon a time you tried to take revenge on him. Clutching a human bone almost painfully in your hand, you set out to find your tyrant. The suffering of others was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and you decided you would no longer submit to him. You had been too long in his strings, and the show itself had long since ended. The hypocritical puppeteer has been playing around and has not even noticed that the performance has long since come to an end.

An eerie vision still haunted you. It was his creepy, ugly slaves that you had once stumbled upon by accident. One of them had a skewed face: it looked as if his jaw had been broken, and some of his teeth were pulled up heavily, giving the impression that he was grinning mockingly. His movements were slow and clumsy: walking brought him tremendous pain. His chest was ripped open; you could literally see the outlines of his ribs and bloody meat mixed in with his insides. He was panting, his moans more like mooing and silent pleas for help. A lump came to your throat from what you saw, you were ready to swear you would have just died from what you saw. Your eyes widened in horror and an indescribable horror lingered on your face. You vomited. The next second there was a sharp rustle behind you. You turned around in a moment and shrieked in horror. The creature, something fox-like, was staring at you. His eyes were clear white and his gaze was blank. He looked as if he were staring straight into your soul. There was fear, anguish and utter despair on his face. He hunched over and walked slowly towards you, shuffling his feet. You backed away fearfully, wanting to increase the distance between the two of you. But there was a dead end behind you. You pressed your body into the cold tile, waiting for the another death your tormentor has prepared for you. Your eyes are open and you see the creature extend its right arm forward, its forefinger and middle finger outstretched. They rested against your forehead, he pressed them hard, his claws leaving bleeding scratches on your forehead. You opened your mouth, hoping to scream, but he interrupted you:

"He's killed u-u-u-u-u-us!" He wheezed desperately, baring his rotten teeth. You followed suit and let out a pained scream.

"Kill him! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The other screamed, shaking as if in a fit.

What was happening was getting on your nerves, you were ready to snap, you were slowly going mad. You broke free and ran away, still hearing the frantic screams of your tyrant's slaves.

Step 3. Conquer.

Now you no longer doubted. It was a sign from Destiny that told you the awful truth. You must stop playing by his rules, for it was your turn to search into deadly hide-and-seek. He was standing with his back to you, his arms crossed over his chest, and you couldn't see his ugly, disgusting snoot. But now you would see him suffocate in his own blood and finally fucking croak in agony, as you repeatedly did. Trying to walk slowly and silently, you put your hand forward. You were hellbent on striking him, to avenge everything he had done to you.

One second and he turns around. His eyes gleam with mischief and cruelty as always. One second and you drive a bone through his skull with all your hatred. Just fucking die, you damn bastard! One second, and your eyes go dark, as if a shroud covers the entire space. One second, and he bursts into a shrill and cold laugh.

"Don't like playing by the rules? Finally... Finally things are getting interesting." Blissfully he whispers, plucking the ill-fated bone from his forehead. At the same second, scarlet blood gushed out. And you stare at him with an unspeakable consternation and despair.

One says the Unknown scares people. No monster and vampire and werewolf or other mythical creature can compare to it. The Unknown and Fate are two best friends, frivolous girls who have decided to play dolls, who decided human destinies. Until this moment, you were absolutely sure that you could conquer the obscurity and turn back time by changing your Destiny. But, alas, it is human nature to be the weak link.

"My dear friend, let's play... Just like for old times sakes." He wheezes smugly and blurts out a cold grin. "But I'll be searching now. You have ten seconds to hide. Ten..."

You feel like you've been electrocuted. Why again? Once again, will you always play by his rules and never be able to get out of the bloody vortex? Will you never be able to escape from these endless circles of Hell, this burning underworld? You ran and tears dripped from your eyes. There are your endless cycles of your suffering and his pleasure.

"Five..."

The whole thing was like a bloody spectacle. But you have long tired of moving at the beck and call of your puppeteer, for your body movements have brought you pain and immense misery. But apparently there is nothing else to do but dance to his tune forever.

"One. Come out, come out, wherever you are."

How wonderful it is to give people false hope. To give them a chance to escape, and then to turn sweet illusions into brutal realities. How wonderful it is to break a human, to watch them cry out in despair as they were deprived of absolutely everything they held so dear. And in the end, the poor thing has no choice but to accept their cruel Fate, to go with the flow, to play by the rules of their tormentor. It is an endless cycle of misery and horror and suspense. In this bloody battle the mind has won and the senses have lost — you have finally lost your mind.

Dance, puppet! Dance like it's the last time! Make your audience happy with your existence.

Dance to his tune, for the joy is yet to come. Let the endless game continue...

[guns-and-angelblades]

The One of 23

Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology SPN History Challenge

Era: Ancient Roman Empire

Pairing: Sam x Nephilim!Reader

Warnings: a bit smut, fighting, mentioning of blood and injuries 

Words: 2.168

Summary: A hunt in St. Louis lead you to a sinister shadow demon. Dean was fatally injured at the final showdown. There was no way out for you since the only weapon to kill the demon was destroyed ages ago, leaving you no choice but to take a look at the past. 

Author’s Note: I’d like to point out that I am not a native English speaker, so I apologize if you notice any heavy grammatical errors. Fell free to inform or correct me about those mistakes. I study English in Germany and think it would be a great opportunity to learn more about the language and how to perfectly use it in fictional writing.And second of all, this is my first one shot. Feedback is really appreciated but please be constructive. Describing feelings, the characters and the setting would be easier with a wider vocabulary range. If you have any tips, let me know so I can practice and maybe one day present you much better stories. So I’m sorry if this one shot is too rushed or if you don’t get enough inside of the characters or the setting. Anyway, enjoy! :) 

The heat was almost unbearable. It’s been two days since you and Sam landed somewhere deep in Egypt’s deserts. All you could remember was that it all had started with a case in St. Louis. You were looking for a murderous shadow demon, ending in Dean being fatally injured by it. Since your previous research you knew that the only weapon, which can defeat the demon, had been destroyed ages ago in the ancient Roman Empire. The only way to save Dean would be to prevent the weapon from being destroyed.

Even though your powers were strong enough to perform a time travelling spell you could feel a constant weakening force straining your body. Somehow you managed to pull through and tried to fit into this period of time. You got some silk robes and joined a few travelers who were on their way to Rome.

You stopped at a small oasis a few minutes ago. Sam needed some refreshment so as soon as your group stopped he disappeared into the depths of the oasis. You sat on the warm sand, feet buried ankle-deep and watched Sam cooling himself in the water. His wet firm chest glistened in the sun distracting you a little from the stress you’ve been dealing with for a little while now.

“You wanna come in now or are you just going to continue staring at me?” Sam winked at you gesturing you to follow him into the water. A small smile escaped your lips while you lifted yourself up to join Sam in the water.

“We shouldn’t stay much longer, we’re in a hurry.” You said as Sam reached for your hand. He dragged you deeper into the water watching every bit of your moves. Your robe was soaked in water making the soft fabric expose your chest. Sam licked his lips moving his hands up your torso until he cupped one of your breasts stroking it lightly. He moved his lips to your neck biting the soft skin and leaving a small mark there. His hand moved lower between your legs, making you squirm in pleasure. You knew exactly at this point when you don’t interrupt, there will be no going back. So as much as you wanted this, you couldn’t stop thinking about the mission that lead you to this time and place. A soft moan escaped your lips as you tried to speak.

“We-we shouldn’t do this right now. We need to be in Rome in just a few days. We’re going to reach the Mediterranean Sea in about three hours. We could enjoy our time on the ship but right now, we need to be as fast as we can and-” Sam planted a small kiss to interrupt you from talking. You could see the disappointment in his eyes but he nodded agreeing with every word of yours.

“You’re right, it’s our only chance. I assumed you needed a little break. Since that spell you seem a little off, you know?”

“Everything’s fine.” you shrugged it off and got out of the lake. You had some spare robes to quickly change into something dry. As soon as everything was set, you went to the coast to take your route to Rome.

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Even though you and Sam had some relaxing nights on the boat you kept yourself quiet throughout the trip. You needed your time to collect your strength, since a hell of a fight was about to come. Because of that you didn’t explain much about your mission and where you were heading.

Soon after reaching the Italian coast a carriage took you to the pulsing streets of Rome. It was a very important day for the two of you. The streets were full of people and sells-men making it hard for you to reach the Theatre of Pompey. Sam only needed a few moments to realize where you were heading.

“Sam, we need to talk.” You said quietly.

“It’s about time. Thought you wouldn’t talk so soon.” he replied quite pissed.

You weren’t the best company for the last few days and shutting out the only person beside you wasn’t much helping.

“I know I kept many things from you but I think I can open up now, clear things out. You were right. I am a Nephilim and I’m bound to this human part of mine, which is why I was so weakened after the spell. It kind of made me think about a lot of things. What if one day I won’t be able to help you out because of me overestimating my powers? What if I am not strong enough to pull us out of here? I wouldn’t want something like this to happen to us.”

“Y/N, you could’ve told me. We’ve worked through a lot of things and I believe in you. You helped us so much and grew to be such a strong woman. I love that about you. I love that you’re talking to me about everything but you just need to tell us when you’re feeling like you won’t able to do certain things. I’m sure Dean will understand too.” he comforted you, putting his hand on your thigh, stroking it softly. He kissed your forehead before he began speaking again. “So, what’s up for now on a special day like this? March 15th 44 years before Christ? Surely not a coincidence.” he smiled, his eyes lightening up a little.

“True. You probably know where we’re going as well. The dagger belongs to one of the perpetrators who assassinated Gaius Julius Caesar. The one of 23.”

Sam’s eyes widened at the sudden realization. “So you assume that the blade was destroyed at the assassination? Are you suggesting we get the dagger before it gets sliced through the almighty historical leader of the Ancient Roman Empire, Caesar?”

“That’s the point, Sam. We’re going to witness one of the biggest historical events that ever happened. You remember what happened when Castiel prevented the Titanic from sinking? I believe one dagger less would have as much consequences as this. Furthermore the blade needs to be drenched in the blood of an emperor.” Sam gave you a confused look, not able to produce any words. “The only thing we can do is sit through this, and when the time’s right, snatch the blade and hide it somewhere safe. Killing the demon here and now would cause time problems as well.”

“I can’t believe it.” Sam smiled. As shocking as this kind of plan sounded you had no other choice than to watch through the whole assassination, and prevent a huge chaos from being made.

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The theatre was already surrounded by a mass of people and guards when you arrived at the scene. You made your way through the crowd, trying to find an entrance you could use unsuspiciously. There was a way on the right side of the building. Carefully you made your way through the guards and entered the theatre without any more problems. A few steps through the magnificent hallways lead you to a huge hall where Caesar was seated in the middle of it. You could already hear the raised voices of the Roman senators. On the far left of the group you saw a man holding onto the dagger tightly.

“See this man? This is our dagger?” Sam pointed to him. You nodded but suddenly you saw the man’s eyes widening in shock. He was directly staring at you or more likely at the monstrous demon that suddenly appeared behind you. The senator raised his dagger and ran towards Caesar, sinking the blade deep in the emperors chest. Silence was filling the room for a split second although it felt like an eternity. Then screams echoed through the hall, leaving nothing but panic in there. Some tried to flee from the scenario while the rest of the 22 senators sliced through the body of Julius Caesar like a hot knife through butter. He fell to the ground, blood oozing out of the deep cuts. The demon shoved you aside,rapidly moving to the group of senators which were staring at Caesar’s limp body. It grabbed the senator, who carried the only weapon; able to destroy the monster, by the throat. Guards were already taking care of some of the perpetrators, killing or wounding them badly during their massive fight. You and Sam got up, snatching two swords from the guards to defend the man from being hurt by the shadow creature. You were able to get its attention and lead it away from Sam and the unknown man. While fighting off the demon you signed Sam to steal the dagger and hide it somewhere safe. He ran towards the man, pushing him roughly to the ground. When he was able to get a grip of the weapon, he didn’t hesitate much longer and fled somewhere to hide and prevent it from being destroyed.

Meanwhile you fought against the dark and strong creature. Since you were still weakened by the spell the demon gained more advantage, hurting you badly with it’s sharp claws. He hit your arm and scratched deeply through your abdomen. You being distracted by the pain he threw you to the ground, hovering above you to end you with one final strike. When you thought you had not much of a chance, you gathered your last bit of strength and shoved your sword through the demons corpse. That’s when you realized that the senator started chanting a Latin spell to weaken and seal the demon away. You knew, that one day the creature would find its way back to your world but right now it was the only chance to get you out of this misery without having a massive impact on the timeline. A loud growl escaped the demons snout while he pulled the sword out of his deformed corpse. That’s when you saw its dark red sinister eyes but it chose ignore you. Suddenly it spun around, moving towards the man and shoving the sword in his stomach. The man’s eyes widened in fear, blood spilling out of his mouth but still he managed to finish the spell with the last bit of his breath. Dark clouds started forming and surrounding the demon which finally sucked him into the pits of nothingness. One loud screech was the only thing you heard until you sunk to the ground, losing your consciousness for a while.

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Your vision was blurry when you woke up to Sam hovering above you.

“Y/N, you okay?” you had enough vision to realize his worried expression.

“I’m okay, I guess. I’m healing up.” You looked down on your abdomen, realizing that the cuts weren’t as deep as before. “We need to leave. NOW!” you shouted. Sam held you as you tried to stand on both of your legs. “Where did you hide the dagger?”

“I-I hid it in the building behind the theatre. It’s small and damaged. The first room, there’s a loose floor board. I hid it underneath.” Sam stuttered.

You gained confidence when you realized that only one task was keeping you from saving Dean. Return to your time and kill the demon. You focused your powers and this time you knew that you had to be strong and fight the darkness inside yourself. You closed your eyes and felt the energy rushing through your body. Every bit of it was electrifying and the first time you felt like you had control over it. But then distant shouts distracted you, thinking you lost control until you realized which voice the shouting belonged to.

“Why the fuck are you standing there, doing nothing? Move your asses and help me!” Dean shouted while fighting of the shadow demon. He shot it a few times with rock salt until he was out of ammo. You opened your eyes and were back in time.

Sam moved as fast as he could to support Dean against the creature while you pulled your last strength together to find the dagger. Like Sam described, the dagger was underneath the floor board. You lifted it up and there it was, the weapon to destroy the shadow demon.

You ported back right in time to see the monster striking one final time, the final hit that would kill Dean. He lied on the ground in shock, waiting for his end to come while Sam was unconscious on the floor. Since there was no time you threw the dagger at the demon, landing straight in his chest. A loud screech escaped the demon as it exploded into black sand. Dean exhaled and groaned in pain.

“Took you long enough, kiddo”

“Shut up! If it weren’t for us, you would be dead.” you said, chuckling a little.

“Yeah, I see. Fix up Sammy and then you gotta explain why you’re wearing my grandmas bedsheets.” he joked while looking at your bloody robe.

You smiled, flipping him off and moved to Sam to fix him up.

[prussiantique]

Roman Caprices – Notes

References galore!– and into realms I hitherto had rarely travelled before: memes, movies, even video-games, intermixed into my usual hodgepodge of literature, classics and histories. And if I do make a mistake, then please be gentle in the comments. Consider this following part just me showing that I've done my work. I’ll only go into the references because I never think that interpretation,– of the poem as a whole, of the content, of the ideas, etc.,– is the job of the person writing the poem. That’s really up to the reader. Section I opens with a paraphrasing of Romans 3.13 (yes, that is a Bible reference and matching the form of the poem, i.e. a section of 3 lines followed by a section of 13), before moving on to a “Go home, you’re drunk!” reference. The first line also sounds awfully like a 60s film I saw years ago. Let me think. Oh yeah: ‘A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum’. The old women snipping at twine refers to Atropos, of the Fates, who cut the thread of life with a pair of scissors. Sweet white wine was also considered by the Romans as the highest form of wine, quite the opposite of what most people (not me, because I don’t drink and don’t know good from bad, haha) think today. ‘For reasons unknown’ also sounds very familiar to something Beckett wrote in Waiting For Godot. Section II has the Sicilian gesture, essentially saying that his friend would ‘sleep with the fishes’. How about the ‘offer they could not refuse’? Obvious movie quote is obvious. Pollice Verso or ‘with turned thumbs’ is the gesture most closely associated with gladiatorial combat, but ‘two thumbs down’ is also a reference to Siskel and Ebert, the great movie critics. Gallia Transalpine (Southern France) and Gallia Cisalpine (Northern Italy) were both Roman provinces; essentially the friend is saying that he’s Italian and not from further afield. Naumachiae were massive staged naval battles the Romans watched for sport in basins larger than the Coliseum. They’d row out proper sized vessels and have the crews sort of massacre each other. Romans, eh? Section III’s strange man is a reference to Diogenes of Sinope, the famous Greek Cynic (who lived centuries before the setting of the poem, but meh! This could all be going on in the speaker’s head so what does it matter?). ‘Taken a pilum to the knee’ should be familiar to video-gamers amongst you. Skyrim anyone? Lusitania was what we now call Portugal. Section IV initially plays with the exotic imagery of Coleridge’s Kubla Khan, but couched in the vernacular of the stereotypical street hawker that one expects in the market of a foreign country. 30 denarii coincidently (or not) is the same price that Judas sold Christ to the Romans for. The idea of ages, (golden), silver, bronze and iron, is from Hesiod, the Greek poet, from his Work and Days, which outline the mythical ages of mankind. The brutish genius is none other than Ezra Pound, who settled in Italy in 1924 and whose poem Homage to Sextus Propertius provides the final line of the section. Section V has the clean-shaven man from Lutetia, the Roman settlement of modern day Paris, so a stereotypical rude Parisian joke. And folks, that’s what you call comedy! Haha, no. There follows a reference to Aristotle’s poetics, i.e. ‘riddles and barbarisms’, which drops into the very modern ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’ reference. Crates is another Greek Cynic. Also, one to come and one to go? That sounds like Hatta and Haigha fron Lewis Carroll’s Alice Through The Looking Glass. Section VI opens with an interesting observation on the Latin alphabet we all know and use. The letters G, J, U, W, Y and Z were not originally a part of the Latin alphabet, with G being introduced in the 3rd Century BC and Y and Z after the conquest of Greece in the 1st Century BC. J was a later development of I and is absent from earlier texts, and the same can be said of U and W, which developed from V (or VV in the latter case). Thus Julius Gaius Caesar would be written thus in classical Latin: IVLIVS GAIVS CÆSAR. ‘Proud distensions of empire’ is another line from Homage to Sextus Propertius.

Section VII is probably one of the most *ahem* adult (not mature) passages I’ve ever written. What more do you want me to say? Moving along, bastard-wine refers to either mulsum or posca, which were both low styles of wine. Why bastard? Well, both mulsum and posca were mixtures of wine, either white or red, with honey or flavouring herbs. Iove is Jove, as we’ve established with the alphabet. Romans are also fond of contractions, you know, primarily as it was a pain to hammer long names onto tablets and buildings. Caesar Imperator Augustus becomes Cae. Imp. Aug. respectively. How is this relevant? Well, Maximus Imperator Augustus must be either a pitiful attempt at nominatively compensating for something or merely the product of an overly inflated ego. Add the contraction and well... Do I really need to explain the joke? Section VIII has relatively fewer references, I think, compared to the rest of the poem, but that’s not really saying much. Playing on the idea of Teutonic, the marches new and old refer to Neumark and Altmark, both provinces within the Margraviate of Brandenburg. Conflating wealth and stupid material things seems to be a problem with contemporary society in general. Or it might just be mainland China. Meh. The strange eidolon (let’s see how many of you know what that means without a dictionary!) echoes Yeats’ Second Coming, specifically the rough beast that ‘slouches towards Bethlehem to be born’. Section IX starts off with the castrum, or fortified camp, which the Romans had all over the place, especially if the Astérix comics are to be believed. The border inferior refers to the border of the Roman province of Germania Inferior, which was one of two Germanic territories, the other being Germania Superior, that the Romans owned outside of Magna Germania. Another obvious video-game reference follows: ‘Thank you, said he, but our praetor is in another castrum’ = ‘Thank you Mario! But our princess is in another castle!’. The lines beginning ‘With veneer’ to ‘lost’ echo Shelley’s Ozymandias. Theoretically the subverted final line of the section is as true as the line it subverts. If all roads lead to Rome, they must simultaneously lead from Rome. Section X actually mixes three references together, two from films, one literary. Remember Goodfellas? Joe Pesci’s speech about being funny, except reordering the lines and replacing the word ‘funny’ with the Latinate word ‘comic’. ‘I had choice words with another’ seems to be the spiritual successor of the Duke in Browning’s My Last Duchess. As to the last reference? Well, you tell me: ‘a dread judge’ that exclaims ‘I am the law!’. Sylvester Stallone says hi. Piso was a Roman judge who was famous for his extremely harsh execution of the law. ‘Fiat justitia ruat caelum’ or ‘Let justice be done though the heavens fall’ is the phrase most associated with his brand of justice. Section XI plays off the name Piso (I have no idea if the ‘i’ therein is treated long but I’m going to pretend that it is) and turns it simply into ‘pissed’. Continuing the Roman trick of abbreviation, the speaker is thus pissed on (probably not literally) and pissed off. I do apologize; writing that out in full leave me feeling dirty, I must confess. C. f. is part of Roman naming convention (and again a set of abbreviations). The ‘f’ stands for filia, or daughter, with ‘C’ being the name of the father. As daughters tended to be named after their fathers in the Roman Empire, it’s not much of a stretch to guess what the lady’s name is in this poem (especially if you know me, that is). ‘Canis femineus’ means, I think, female dog. No prizes to anyone who can guess what the speaker is calling her. Section XII is fairly straightforward, I think. Stolidus is an adjective, but as it refers to the baker, it essentially means ‘idiot’, literally ‘stupid [one]’. Amphorae were Greco-Roman containers used for storage and transportation, primarily for wine. As to the penultimate line of the section…I am not going to try to explain where ‘I got 99 problems’ came from. Section XIII is very much what you see is what you get.

[aemonds-princeregent]

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Dark! Aemond x reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, NSFW, +18

Dark! Aemond x wife! reader

Warnings: Jealuosy, Possessiveness, Controlling behaviour, NSFW, +18

Aemond x wife! reader

Comfort, Angst

Mean! Aemond x Chubby! Wife (Ilirigho)

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut, NSFW, +18

Mean! Aemond x Chubby! Martell! Wife (Elilla)

Warnings: Inacurate hotd, Possessiveness, Jealousy, P in V, +18

Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon x wife! reader

Warnings: Breastfeeding, a little voyeurism, NSFW, +18

Aegon x wife! reader

Comfort, fluff, angst

Aegon x wife! reader - Breathe

preface

part 1 (Warnings: Necrophilia)

part 2 (Warnings: Necrophilia)

part 3 (Warnings: Necrophilia, blood)

Aegon x septa! reader

part 1

Modern! Aegon x Sister! Reader (Blood in the water)

Warnings: Incest, Blood, P in V sex, NSFW, +18

Aegon II x Rhaenyra (Buqagon, Jorrāelagon) - Part 1

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Modern! Aegon x Reader

Warnings: Toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, jealousy, angst, comfort, fluff

Psycho! Aegon x Psycho! Reader (Honey Blood)

Warnings: Modern AU, Toxic relationship, psycho behaviour of both aegon and reader, smut, virginity loss, blood kink, period sex, +18

Part 1: Honey Blood

Part 2: Honey Blood (Aegon’s POV)

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Young Gaius Julius Caesar

Young Gaius Julius Caesar x Reader (Eros)

Warnings: Innacurate history, Injury, Blood, P in V sex, +18

[jacevelaryonswife]

The Gaius Julius x reader one shot i will probably be my longest work so far, but it won’t be extremely long.