#joaquin phoenix thirst squad

[jokerflecker]

Upon your love for Commodus, are you excited about Joaquin Phoenix Napoleon? ❤️ It's pretty exciting to see him wear a laurel wreath twenty years later! 🥰

I'm very excited, dear anon! 🥰 we know he wont be part of Gladiator 2, so its nice that we'll get this movie instead. Cant wait!

[karinfleck]

I love his voice and the way he talks uwu ❤️

[darknessisafriend]

hi love your writing!! could i request a comfort imagine where reader has bad insomnia and has trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep with commodus, arthur, and joe ?? thanks so much :D !

Hi ! Thanks for your request and your kind words! It was pretty inspiring since I have a bit of insomnia as well lately and they are my comfort characters😊 (also caught covid in the meantime)

As you will notice, I only posted the part of Commodus for now, the main reason being I'd like to take more time for Arthur and Joe since I haven't written them in a while and I'm less familiar with them than I am with Commodus. So, do check this often you will have updates with there parts <3

Commodus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[five-miles-over]

Things Emperor Commodus from “Gladiator” Would Do as a YouTuber

First off, thank you @jokerflecker​ and @pursuit-of-comedy​ for this amazing idea!

Commodus’s videos would definitely be a mixture of lifestyle, beauty, fashion, and rants

And there’d definitely be VLOGS almost everyday (ex: “The Time I Was Mistaken for Hercules in the Colosseum”)

I could definitely imagine him doing a mukbang with olives of various kinds (pepper-stuffed olives, feta-stuffed olives, black olives, baby olives, green olives, kalamata olives, mission olives) while answering questions from fans

He’s definitely done giveaways on his channel

He’d be sponsored by Sephora for at least one of his videos

Depending on what his views requested, Commodus might occasionally do some reviews of popular videos and movies.

Please review Russell Crowe’s Weight of a Man music video! Please!!!

Fun Fact: YouTube had to take one of his videos down because it involved him divulging too much information about one of his orgies

I don’t know if he’s down to doing collaborations

but I genuinely think that Commodus would be nice enough to bring people into his videos if they were kind to him

Like if you were one of his familiar neighbors, he’d stop by - camera in hand - and ask you to say hello to his fans while filming on of his vlogs 

Videos on his channel might include...

Get Ready for the Winter Ball with Me

My Winter Morning Routine

Blindfolded Wine Taste Test

Vlog XVII: The Day I Wore a Lionskin for a Photoshoot

Vlog XVI: The Day I Learned What a ‘WAP’ Was

Vlog XV: Why I Abstain from Absinthe

Vlog XIV: The Day I Tried to Quit Coffee

Answering Your Questions While Dining on Olives from 50 Different Countries

How to Speak in Public

Latin Words that Everyone Should Know

Reacting to Season 1 of the Netflix Series ‘Roman Empire’

Mukbang Video: Trying 25 Different Flavors of Gelato

Know Your Roman Swords, from the ‘Gladius’ to the ‘Spatha’

Train With Me - A Full Week of Swordplay and Endurance Workouts

[fly-like-a-phoenix]

House of Lust (part 20)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: blood, violence, sex.

Note: Last chapter! Thank you for supporting me and this story! I hope you liked it. I don't have free time, but I wrote a little every day. At least I post it hahaha! Love this community so much and my friends @darknessisafriend @galos-writing @beatlebabe1996 @missrockabilly99 and @five-miles-over a lot!

When he was a kid, he was alaways told that people used to be bad, but he had to be good. François didn't believe it. He thought everyone was good, at least in a little part. That made him an idealist.

He decided that, if people was bad, he could bring their good side out. He didn't want to be a God or anything, but a messenger for God. He wanted to have the power, in a minimal state, to forgive people sins and make them go to Heaven, not matter what they did.

He was a fervient catholic, and he was just a child when he decided to be a priest. The Revolution didn't stop him, and he arrived to Charenton. But his parents had to run away from France, and he was now in there, in the lake.

It's not that everything was his parents fault. He couldn't blame them for what happened in Charenton five years ago. That was his own fault. All of it. Because he had many chances to stop what was going to happen, to stop the Marquis and the consecuent Madeline's death. But he couldn't.

But after recovering, because yes, he was crazy at the time his friend and lover died in those horrible ways, he had the chance to be a free and normal man again. He felt away from God, but in his heart he wanted to be closer to Him again.

He then met you. He never thought he would fall in love in such a sick and surreal environment. But he did. He loved you. And still he felt closer to God again, not as a priest, but as a man who was full of hope. Who knew God would help him, even if everything that happened the last days was bad.

The thunder that hit the three was his salvation. God gave him an opportunity, the perfect moment, to escape from that place, that House of Lust. His whole body was trembling, soared from the beatings and the way the man was raping him moments before.

But he could run. The tree branch fell over the roof and killed a few persons. In other circumstances, he was in there for helping them, for cure their injures or give them the extreme unction.

But no. Those people deserved to die, to suffer, to cry and be scared. Because they were real demons.

But François never thought he would be facing the Devil himself at that lake. He knew he faced him before all days he was in there, tortured in physic and psychological ways. He also knew he had to protect you and protect Josephine.

But he never thought Odelle was so bad, so mind-twisted, so fucked up, until she pointed the gun to them and shot. She shot not having a clear target but with the idea of killing one of the three people she considered were finishing with her beloved House of Lust: her two sisters and that fucking priest.

The bullet traveled faster to them, even with the heavy rain falling around it. The wind was also strong, but it didn't stop the bullet to arrive to it's target.

A moment, not two, and the only thing that could be heard was silence. An awful silence after the gun's noise that came when the three of them didn't understand where did the bullet go. Until Josephine fell down, grabbing her stomach.

You kneeled next to her, grabbing her between your hands, crying in despair. François looked at you both in shock, thinking that Odelle was like Cain killing her own brother. Or in this case, her own sister, the girl who helped her with this crazy idea that the House of Lust was, but had a change inside of her and wanted to do things right.

"What have you done?!" You shouted, crying, holding your dying sister, who clinged onto you like if that could save her life.

"I did what I had to." Odelle answered, loading her gun again. She was jealous of you. But she was also jealous of Josephine. Because she was a good girl after all, who decided to get away from her in the name of an unrequited love.

François didn't think about anything while he ran faster than he could imagine and jumped on her to make her fall before she could shoot again.

He never hit anyone before Odelle. Never in his life, but one time when he grabbed Doctor Roger-Collard from the neck in front of the Abbé de Maupas, scaring him.

But now, his whole mind and body reacted, and while he was in top of her as he was before, it wasn't like in the House, as the moment he was fucking her. He hit her hard, one slap with his hand in her face.

She reacted too, and they started to fight in the ground. The water was falling over them while they kept struggling, groaning and doing everything they could to beat the other.

Odelle was strong. Her naked body was cold, but her blood was like the flames of the same Hell. And she was hitting him hard, scratching him and trying to get up to pick up the gun.

François was quick, but he didn't have any idea of how to fight someone. He never did it. He just moved his hands, knowing that somehow he was stronger. But in fact, he really wasn't. He was all bruised and soared. And he had no resistence by now.

He was actually fighting for his life. And yours. By now Odelle was a mess like him, covered in mud and some blood, trying to escape from him. But something grew inside of him and he kept her in the ground, her face almost in the water, almost drawning.

"Please..." She begged. "Please... stop, Abbé..."

Those words were a trigger. He was killing her. His whole body on top of her, keeping her down while his hands kept her head in the ground, a beastfull groaning coming constantly from his troath. He was an animal. The animal he fought to leave behind in that cell in Charenton. The one who was blamed for the Marquis' death. The one he thought had died.

His green eyes were covered of tears. He looked at Odelle, and saw the way his hand was taking her from the neck, so he released her. She started to cough while he got up and looked at her, the strong rain washing his mud covered face a little.

"Let us go, and I will not kill you."

"You are not like that, Abbé, are you? Of course you are. It was real that you killed the Mar---"

"Silence!" He raised his voice, breafly looking at you still holding Josephine, who was alive. "I'm not a murderer. I'm not like you. You shot your own sister, who loved you. Live with that."

He walked to you, but two or three steps after, Odelle ran and jumped to him, embracing him in a way they both fell to the lake. The Abbé heard you screaming, and then his ears were under the water.

She was trying to drown him. He felt water entering into his lungs. He felt pain. But he didn't surrender. He fought back, trying to make her fall. Until he felt a strong noise outside, like a canon.

It wasn't a canon. It was Odelle's gun, this time against her. She fell to the water, losing her strenght suddenly. She let go François, and he got up caughing, seeing you still pointing the gun to your sister.

Odelle looked at you in awe, blood running from her mouth. She smiled briefly before falling into the lake, dying happy. In her own mind, her last thought was on you finally doing something bad: killing someone.

François got out of the lake and hugged you. You were crying, Josephine still on the ground pressing her wound. None of you said nothing. Just looked at each other and went to sit beside you dying sister.

"Did you... Did you kill Odelle?" Jodephine asked, her voice a whisper.

"I had to." You answered, sobbing. "She would have killed us all."

"At least is just me." Your sister said, taking your hand and François'. "At least you'll be together, in love."

Josephine died slowly and peacefully with your hands in her own, knowing her little sister would be fine. She loved the young man, but she understood he loved you. And that made her happy.

François was breathing with pain. He was wounded, but his heart felt worse while seeing you crying over your sister's body. He took you by the shoulders and made you got up, slowly going out of the property.

You both ran as fast as you could. But rain was heavy, and with the mud it was even difficult to walk. Suddenly you saw a carriage and François ran to it, moving his arms to catch the driver's attention. The man stopped the horse and looked at you worried, enough to let you go with him to his farm.

The morning came fast and François found himself embracing you, both lyind down into grass bales. You were sleeping with your face covered in mud and tears, inside a stable.

François felt a little guilty. Because of his arrival to the House of Lust, your sisters died, many people suffered and you were out ans away from everything you knew. But it wasn't his fault at all. He was in there because he got out of Charenton and received the letter...

The second letter! He remembered he had carried it with him all night, and he took it out of his pocket just to find it was fully erased because of the rain water and the lake.

"Shit." He said to himself, waking you up.

"What is it?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.

"When Josephine helped me while I was in the dungeon, she said my parents brought two letters with them. The first one is the one I received, that made me go to the Mansion. The second one was this."

"And what does it says?"

"I don't know. It's all erased."

You took it into your hands and looked at it slowly, with care. Then, you took his hand with emotion.

"This part is visible. Look!" You said, pointing at the final part of the expensive and still wet paper. You both read, until you did it in loud voice.

"Monsieur Aubin will give you... yours... good luck, son. Your par... love you so much..." You said, snorting. "Those missing parts are important?"

"I don't know. At least we have a name."

"Do you know him?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Robert Aubin. He was a friend of my father. Hopefully he's at home. We have to go to Paris and find him."

François got out and found the man who let you sleep in his stable working outiside. His name was Serge. He asked François if you wanted to eat something, and he agreed.

The man was old, like his wife. But they were good, hospitable and friendly, the complete opposition to the people of the House of Lust. They didn't have a bathroom, but they gave you both a tray with water to clean yourself.

The woman also gave you some clean clothes. They belonged to her and their son, who was part of Napoleon's army by now.

After thanking them the best you could, you decided to walk to Paris. It was a long way, and you arrived at sunset. François felt alive again, smiling after all. He was in Paris, a big city with a lot of people, who weren't so crazy as other he met at your home.

"You okay?" He asked, taking your hand.

"Yes. It's just... Strange to be outside my house without my sisters. Just... Just alone, free..."

You were really sad. But you also felt relief. You were actually free as you said. And you were with a man you loved, who cared for you, protected you and loved you back. You smiled a little, making him smile too.

You arrived to Monsieur Aubin by night. He was a rich man, so his butler opened the door when he recognized the Abbé de Coulmier. He let you in, seeing you from head to toes. You were clean, but those clothes weren't from people with money.

Aubin came downstairs and hugged François. He saluted you with kindness and called his housekeeper. She took you to a bedroom and gave you a dress that could fit you. After that, you accepted to take a bath in the large bathroom of the Mansion. You needed it.

The Mansion was very similar to yours, but smaller. You didn't got out of the bedroom, tho. You decided to wait François in there, seeing the expensive wooden furniture while you were lying in bed.

Coulmier found you sleeping, so he sat by your side, touching your hair. You were lovely. He wanted to tell you Aubin wanted you both to stay that night at his home. And he decided to go downstairs, but you woke up.

"Hey." You said. "How did that go?"

"We can stay in here tonight. Do you want to eat something? They're making dinner."

"That would be nice." You said, taking his hand. He let it in your face, caressing it. "What did he tell you?"

"Well, he said my parents are in Spain, and he had a lot of money that's mine. They let it here. The thing is that Odelle never gave me the letter before. I just had to go to your home and take the second letter."

"But my sisters kept you in there because of that demonic week with their guests."

"Exactly. I wasn't going out of there alive, even if Odelle said I would be free. That's why she didn't gave me the letter. I would be out of the House of Lust before it even started."

You chatted more, and then you went downstairs to eat and talk with Monsieur Aubin. You talked about you, but you didn't mention your sisters and he didn't asked.

The man was nicer that anyone. He laughed a lot and made you smile after everything you're been through. You eat chicken with potatoes and he told you the direction of François' parents in Spain.

François explained that he wasn't a priest anymore until he could talk with the bishop. But he wasn't wrong when he also said he wanted to keep it that way, because he was in love with the girl who hosted him in her house.

Aubin said you looked lovely together, and that he hope you both could have a happy life, with children maybe, joking about marrying soon. He passed a hand into his grey hair and apologized for going to bed early. He was a lawyer and he had to work the next day.

You went to the bedroom together and hugged for a couple of minutes, sitting in the bed and looking at each other. You suddenly started to cry. You went through a lot in a few days: love, pain, death, sadness. But you were alive, with him.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, visible worry.

"I'm sorry for Josephine. But I'm happy I'm with you."

He approached to you slowly, with his eyes wet, and kissed you. The kiss went deeper as your hands caressed his handsome face. You both forgot for a moment everything that happened in the Mansion as he made you lie down in the bed.

He kissed your neck, making you gasp. A few moments latter you were taking off your clothes while kissing each other. He went on top of you, kissing you again, his fingers going all around your body. It was all happening faster as ever. And you both wanted it.

You carressed his soft skin until you felt his hard cock against you thighs. You took his hair and grabbed his dark locks. He entered you slowly, feeling how wet and ready you were to take him inside you, kissing and bitting your breasts.

You weren't fucking. You were making love. To any other person, you both would be crazy to do it after everything that happened. People had suffered. He was tortured. And a lot died, including your sisters.

But you had a moment now, to feel each other and show love. Any gasp, any moan, any sound you made was a sign of how you could forget everything and enjoy to be alive. You were losing your virginity, you were finally feelling as a woman, pleasure running all your body.

You left everything: your House, your belongings, your books, dresses and everything you had. Your family was dead. But the only thing you missed was Josephine. You cried a lot for her, and you knew you would cry a lot after.

But you were with the man you loved, knowing you would have a future with him. He wanted to go to Spain, as he expressed during dinner, and you accepted without hesitation. You didn't have anything more in France.

You wanted to know the world with him. You wanted to know his parents, to have a home and raise a family with him. He wanted the same.

"I love you, Y/N." Said he while thrusting. You climaxed clenching your fingers in his buttocks and he followed you soon after, his head in your chest to feel your heart, your fingers in his hair to calm him down.

"I love you too, Abbé." You said, as if that was a nickname. Maybe it was. He wasn't the man he was before. He forgot about Charenton, Madeline and the Marquis de Sade. Or at least, he promised to himself he would.

He had you. And soon, you would be out of France and away all the madness that followed you both. He was full of love, and he wanted to be happy after everything that happened the last years. He was a good man who deserved it, as you were a fantastic girl who also deserved a man like him: almost a saint who was corrupted.

God gave him another chance. He was kept in a cell for five years after loosing his friend and the girl he loved. He was innocent, idealist, joyful. By now he was another man, away from those things. But he was still a good person. And he wasn't crazy at all. He knew that everything he'd been through was like a test. And he passed it.

He was free as you: free from his chains, from his own mind, from bad people. He was free to do whatever he wanted, even to love you. He cried in your chest, embracing you strongly.

You were there, you were real, you were just like him. And he sweared he was going to be faithful to you. You deserved to be happy and he was going to take care of you more that his own life. You saved his after all.

Monsters were real; his friends, your family, and a lot of people you knew. You didn't mind about anything more, you knew nobody will look for you, it was always like if you didn't existed. By now you were together, out finally of the House of Lust. And you loved each other. Only God knew what would happen to you after. But you were certain it would be a good, happy life.

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[it-vexes-me]

[willgrahamcumjar]

This is how my sleep paralysis demon stands in front of my bed...

[des1gnersadness]

Joaquin Phoenix as Commodus in Gladiator (2000)

[the-queen-of-things]

GUYS GUYS I'M DEADED

OMG OMG 😱😱😱

[jokerflecker]

For all my lovely clown fuckers hehe, love my freaks!

[karinfleck]

I want this clowndaddy in my life and my bed every day! uwu

[darknessisafriend]

Periods Commodus x Reader

Here I’m back with an imagine about our dear Emperor, @beatlebabe1996​ I dedicate this to you ;) 

You and Commodus had been married for a bit less than a month now, slowly, you had gotten used to each other’s presence, his frequent brooding and worries, but also his playfulness. Commodus was a man to discover and each day you learned more about him and fell even more in love with him; what had started as an arranged marriage had evolved into love. Even your husband, who was very suspicious over you at first and distant was learning to let down his guard, learning to know you were trustworthy. Yet, you still had a lot to learn about each other, you were discreet and shy, and he had a terrifying reputation…

You groaned in bed, burying your head under the sheets as the chamberlain came to wake you and your husband; today you really didn’t want to get up, you had a difficult night and pains in your lower belly had awaken you, you had understood your periods were coming. And as you woke up, you realized a slight wetness between your thighs, oh no…not when your husband was next to you, he would be disgusted, like many roman men were, some even considered it as a bad omen; what if Commodus reacted that badly too? Your heart started to hammer in your chest, you didn’t know how you would get out of that situation. You retained a little jump as you felt Commodus’ arm wrap around you.

“My Y/N…it’s time to rise.” He said softly and placed a feather like kiss on your temple. You closed your eyes, those soft lips gave you goosebump; but you lightly groaned, pretending not to feel very well.

“I’m…I think I’m going to stay in bed a bit more. I’m not feeling at my best…” you muttered. And you instantly felt your husband’s worry grow.

“What is it Y/N? are you feeling any pain?” he quickly asked, ready to call for a doctor.

“Commodus, please don’t worry about it. Just get up and start your day, I will surely feel better later.” You tried to convince him, you didn’t want the doctors involved and telling you to sleep separately from your husband until your periods ended, you wanted his comfort during that tough time of the month. But you knew how stubborn he was, he wouldn’t let go so easily.

“Tell me what you have. I don’t like things to be hidden from me. Especially from people I love. Don’t make me order you Y/N” He replied on a tone without appeal, he won’t leave this bed until you told him your symptoms.

“My belly hurts quite a lot…” you moaned as another cramp hit you. However, you didn’t expect Commodus to pull on the sheet to take a look and so you couldn’t prevent him from seeing the blood that had tainted your nightgown, you looked away in shame, your heart racing in fear that he would get angry.

“Oh Y/N tell me this is just your monthly bleeding…” murmured your husband, just for you to hear and avoid getting attention from anyone else. In fact, at the view of the blood, his heart had skipped a beat, fearing you had gotten severely ill.

“Yes, it is. I’m sorry, I should have known it was coming and I should have gone to my quarters.” You quickly apologized, not knowing how he would react. But he didn’t answer, instead you felt him get off the bed, perhaps in disgust he wanted to get away from you, you squinted your eyes shut, what would he do next?

“Love, here.” You jumped, startled by his voice so close to you. Slowly you opened your eyes and met his clear orbs, he looked at you softly, no hint of disgust or anger. You were speechless, you had to admit. And only after long seconds you noticed he held a piece of cloth in his hand, perhaps one of his expensive neck scarves made of silk.

“What…?” you asked confused.

“To absorb the blood for now.” He explained, not caring to dirty and taint the cloth “And I got you a clean loincloth.” He gave her a little smile, handing it to you as well and you couldn’t help but look at him as if he was crazy. “What?” he asked, curious as to why you looked at him like that.

“Well you’re not…? horrified or disgusted? Something like that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head “I have seen a lot more blood in the Colosseum.” He said jokingly, trying to relax you.  his hand going to caress your hair. “And I heard some doctors say it could be a thing that helped the woman to procreate. So, something that would give me a baby with you, an heir…it’s neither disgusting nor horrifying. It’s beautiful.” He replied more seriously. He respected you and would never treat you in such way, the only woman he could trust and have close to him.

“But all men they…” you tried to explain, to be sure of how he felt.

“I’m not like all men my dear. I am Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus, the Emperor.” He smirked proudly at you. And you couldn’t help but giggle, indeed he wasn’t, he was unique, in many ways. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t be ashamed my love. I will take care of you today, only emergencies of the Empire will get my attention.” He added, and you sighed in relief, he was a very caring lover, fully dedicated. So, you got up, taking the cloth and the loincloth and going to change.

Once you were all cleaned, you sighed contently, you were in fresh, absorbent undergarments. You felt much better and knowing Commodus would be mostly by your side today greatly helped. As the day passed, Commodus spent his time with you in your shared bedroom, away from the Senate or councilors, working at his desk, dressed in his black and red toga, reading and replying to petitions from the People.

Each time he heard you groan as you cramps became more painful, he left his desk and joined you on the bed, lying down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. “Be strong my love, it will go away.” He murmured against your ear as his hand gently massaged your lower belly. His warmth and gentle caresses alone appeased your pain, or at least distracted you from them. He stayed as long as you needed, or until you dozed off, tired by those changes in your body.

You were discovering how caring Commodus was, he had this tender side that was well hidden by a protective wall around his heart, he had been betrayed so many times. But with you, he could be himself, because you made yourself vulnerable to him and he felt safe enough to be in return. Soon, your poor husband witnessed your mood swings for the first time and found you snaping at him for no reason and then you ended up on the verge of tears. But Commodus showed himself very understanding, these monthly bleedings really seemed to impact the woman deeply.

“You know, I do have mood swings too sometimes…” he said as he hugged you, soothingly caressing your back, his words making you laugh.

“That’s actually true, mister grumpy!” you giggled, burying your face in his neck, now placing soft kisses against his warm skin, making Commodus hum in pleasure.

“How about we go for a bath?” he suggested, kissing your temple.

“Hmm good idea.” You grinned, nibbling his skin, earning a small moan from the Emperor, your mood swings were quick, but he wasn’t complaining from that one, he actually enjoyed it, a lot.

You both headed for the baths, hand in hand. Commodus had especially requested the water to be warmer, he had quickly understood warmth relaxed you and soothed your pains; and indeed, he was a very good observer. As you both entered the warm waters, you sighed in contentment and a slave came to bring a plate full of nuts and dates.

“I asked our physician Galen about what you go through. He recommends you eat these. Helps with fatigue and moodiness.” Your husband explained to you as he took some to eat, you looked at him, once again amazed.

“Dear, you surprise me more each time. It’s such a sweet attention. Thank you.” You smiled happily, swimming to join him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Anything for you Y/N. You are my world.” He replied as if those words were naturally coming out of his mouth and with you it was. He took a date and presented it to your mouth, smiling as you eagerly ate it.

“I had never dreamt of such wonderful husband.” You murmured, tenderly kissing him, grateful to have him; your mouth traveling to his jaw. You felt him sigh contently, how much he loved feeling you so close to him, purely desiring him…his hand buried in your hair as you nibbled his earlobe.

“Oh Y/N…” he breathed, slowly starting to feel aroused, he wrapped his arm around your waist while his hand seized your chin, making you look at him in the eyes. “Kiss me.” He said softly that request was the sweetest command, as if he feared you would stop.

“Yes, my love.” You agreed softly, instantly closing the gap between the two of you. He supported you just as you supported him. An endless devotion and an always stronger love, you could fight the whole world just to be in each other’s arms.

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Poltergeist: Fire

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"Seth Rollins is a jackass, l feel really bad for the new kid" Maryse Outlett said to her friend Taya Valkyrie, walking down the school halls. "I thought he finally grew up. Guess not" Taya shrugged.

"I don't think he meant to be mean" Angel said. "Especially with Austin still newly out" Charly agreed, grabbing his arm.

"I kinda admire it. Get too close to Rollins and he rips out your heart" Kiera Hogan laughed. "In front of the entire junior and senior classes? Kind of extreme" Her friend Tasha Steelz shook her head. "I don't think you can get anymore extreme than setting a car on fire" ----- "This is a bloody nightmare" Paige glared at two gossiping juniors. "Sonya won't talk to me about Finn and Raul, sweet and kind Raul, gave me the dirtest look and ignored me when I said hi to him"

Ruby gave their twin a sad look and patted her arm. "Did you try talking to his girlfriend?" "Yeah, she said Finn was really upset, didn't sleep at all. Joaquin's staying with him right now. It's really bad."

"You don't think..." Liv said. "You don't think Sethie did this to hurt him right?" "No" Paige and Ruby said at the same time.

"Seth is trying to do better. He wouldn't. Why would he hurt Violet?" Ruby added. Sarah Logan, Ruby's best friend since they were eight, nodded.

"Violet owns that boy's soul" Sarah chimed in. "He'd never hurt her. We gotta be missing something, anyway everyone is saying Balor kissed him. So I really don't think we should be blaming Seth here"

"I mean Finn looks at both of them a lot" Liv agrees "Maybe he just developed a crush, that's not Sethie's fault"

"Well Seth refused to come to school today, he's hiding out with Vi, somewhere" Paige added "Mom and Dad aren't happy about it but...you know Seth. He does what he wants"

"I don't blame him really" Ruby says "Everyone is blaming Seth just because he's who he is. Irish kissed HIM when everyone knows he and Vi are inseparable, it's not fair"

"Because Seth charmed him" Sonya interrupted, looking annoyed. "Sonya..." "No. You and I both know that Seth has been targeting Finn since day one, I'm just surprised it took a couple months"

"Shut up Deville" Mox walked up, surprising everyone at the table. "Seth hasn't done anything wrong and you can't prove it" Sonya looked at Paige. "Are you going to let him talk to me like this?" "Walk me to class Moxie?" Liv grabbed his arm and dragged him off, Sarah following them.

"You know if I thought Seth was doing anything with plans to hurt Finn, I'd tell you" "Why are you defending him? He outed you! He put your parents through hell"

"He's my brother. I promised to take care of him" "Well Finn's mine and I promised to protect him from Seth...maybe we should take a break Paige"

"If that's what you want!" Paige yelled "Its not Seth's fault Finn caught feelings. All Seth was doing was being a friend"

"This is the hill your gonna die on? Defending your piece of shit brother?" Raul said walking up to the pair.

"I'm the first one to say Seth is an asshole. He is. He can be mean and self centered and a right bastard. BUT he would never fuck with someone's heart. Not after Drew fucked with his. I believe that."

Sonya looked heartbroken. "Please don't do this to us Paige" "He's my brother. I have to protect him" Paige said sadly and walked away. Ruby giving a glare before following

----- "How did you know that you were in love with Rosemary and Neville?" Seth asked TJ while he was under a motorcycle. "It honestly just happened. I met Nev at UCLA, he and Rose liked each other, next thing I know we're a triad. Why?"

"A...friend of mine kissed me last night, and I liked it. God, I think I'm falling for him, Vi too, it's just-" "Strange . Like your heart wasn't complete until you met him?" "Yeah. Exactly" TJ got up and wiped off his hands. "I say talk to him about it. I know you can do that" "Didn't you learn sign language for Humberto?" Tegan Nox, Rosemary's younger sister and Violet's other cousin, asked from where she was working on homework.

"Yeah." Seth says blushing "The kid was always trying to talk to me and he kept having to write everything down. I finally decided to just learn ASL for him. Why?"

"If you can learn a whole other language, really you've learned two because you speak French for ViVi too right?" Tegan asked

"You know I do, make your point" Seth grumbled

"She means your heart is bigger then you let on, boy" Kane walked over to the three of them from his station. "You like to pretend you're this badass who doesn't care, but anyone who takes the time to actually get to know ya knows you have a big heart"

"Plus you wouldn't be trying to repair your relationship with your parents, brothers, and sisters" Tegan added. Seth thought it over, they werr all right, he had put on a act for so long...

"I need to talk to Violet" ---- "You're back from work early" Violet said, kissing Seth. "I had a talk with...is that Angel?" "He came by to see Austin, Humberto tagged along with" she smiled. "Who'd you talk to?" "TJ. About his relationship with Rosemary and Neville" "...and you think Finn is meant to be with us" "Yeah. It makes sense honestly" Seth smiled at Humberto when the fourteen year old hugged him, signing rapidly.

"Yeah, I didn't mean to hurt him" Seth said as he signed back to Humberto that he was fine. He was fine, or at least getting there.

"You didn't hurt anyone Mon Chaton, we didn't mean for this to happen. I shouldn't have flirted with him so much either...but I was drawn to him. I haven't felt that way since you" Violet said kissing his cheek and giggling at Humberto's disgusted face

'Please stop' he signed 'Its like seeing my parents kiss'

'Yeah, yeah no affection in front of the children' Seth both signed and said out loud

"How are we going to talk to him, his family isn't going to let me anywhere near him. Paige texted me. Everyone thinks I made him fall for me on purpose" Seth explained, mouth twisting

"I'll go." Violet says "Hopefully he'll talk to me" Seth nodded and kissed her cheek. ---- "What are you doing here?" Joaquin scowled at Violet. "I need to talk to Finn." "Did your boyfriend send you?" "I'm my own person Joaquin, I don't do everything for Seth"

"Well Finn is really upset about this, I don't want him to get hurt" "I know and I promise you I won't hurt him" Joaquin stood there for a few seconds and stepped aside so Violet could walk in.

"Upstairs, first door on the left, you have thirty minutes" he muttered

"What are you doing here, come to fuck with me some more?" Finn said opening his door

"I just want to talk" Violet said softly "Not about Seth, if you don't want to but about us"

"Us, there is no us" Finn replied letting the black dress clad girl into his room

"I want to tell you a story and if by the end of it you want nothing to do with me and Seth then fine. We won't bother you for the rest of the school year." Violet pleads

Finn nods as he sits on his bed "What's this story?"

"Once upon a time there was a little girl and a little boy. They were the very best of friends. Much to the disappointment of everyone around them. Everyone…the boy's family especially, thought that the little girl was a bad influence, that she made the little boy meaner. But the truth was the little girl just loved the boy very, very much. He was her soulmate. Fast forward a few years and the now not so little boy learned that he liked both boys AND girls,and while at first the boy's family was unhappy with this turn of events, they came to accept him for who he was...but the boy had another secret. He…no matter who he fell in love with, was always drawn to the girl, who had become his very best friend. Eventually the boy realized that he could love more then one person romantically at one time. He was deeply in love with his boyfriend but he loved the girl too. Eventually he tried to explain this to his boyfriend but it went horribly. His boyfriend accused him of cheating and threatened to hurt the girl if the boy didn't stop loving her"

"Polyamory. You're saying Seth is Poly Bi and McIntyre lost his shit over it" Finn asked

"Yes. Seth is very…very complicated he loves me. I know he does. But his heart is very, very big though he would prefer if no one knew that. Seth would never NEVER make someone fall in love with him on purpose. I don't think he'd even know how to...but Seth is also Seth. He's handsome and smart and funny and so very easy to love when he's not being a dick" Violet smiled softly

"But...you guys are...you mess with people" "I'm not going to lie to you, we did think about messing with you. But you defended Austin and we decided together to leave you alone. I'm very fond of you Finn Balor, Seth is too. He just freaked out"

"Why should I trust you guys?" Finn hugged himself. Violet caressed his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It felt like Seth all over again but in a good way, like the universe pushed them together.

"Uh" was all he could say, his brain was refusing to work right. Violet giggled. "You're adorable" "I need to think about it" "Understandable. You know where to find us"