Just checked your works and I LOVE them. If you have time, could you maybe write Commodus x fem reader, set in Germania before he killed his father (start of the movie)? Can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you wish
𐔌 Thank you so much for this request. I hope I’ve met your expectations.ᐟ ꒱
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⤷ ゛Summery: You and Commodus are visiting Marcus Aurelius in Germania. Commodus is a bit insecure I guess. No nsfw because I thought it wouldn’t fit. ˎˊ˗
Commodus was excited. You could tell, after all he had been talking about it for weeks. The war was won and Rome had claimed yet another land. As soon as the news reached the Palace, Commodus decided that they where going to go to Germania right away. His father had written him a letter, asking him if he would join him and the General. You weren’t as excited about the idea. Leaving Romes warm climate and wandering into cold and rainy forests didn’t seem like something worth a trip that would take weeks, if not months. But you knew that, no matter how much you didn’t want to go,you would accompany your husband regardless.
Of course, Commodus had offered you to stay in Rome. He said that he would slay a bear for you and bring you its fur, but you refused.
„I’ve given it some thought. I’d prefer it if you would stay in Rome. I don’t want you to be near those barbarians. I don’t even want to imagine what they could do to you. Stay in Rome and I will be back in a few weeks.“, he had said in a tone that felt non-negotiable.
You had walked up to him, your hands wandering over his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch: „You humor me, what kind of wife would I be? Who is going to keep you company.“
He had looked at you with an expression that made you hold your breath, even after all these years you could never fully predict him. But in the end he agreed and the day came. You weren’t happy about how much of your stuff you had to leave behind. Perfumes, dresses, jewelry and so on, all left behind, waiting for your return.
You were right. The north was cold, it was wet and muddy and as much as you hated it, Commodus didn’t seem to pay it any mind. His thoughts were occupied with something different.
„Do you think he is really dying?“, He asked, his body slightly rocking with the pace of the coach.
You returned his gaze evenly: „He’s an old man, he has served Rome well, but the Gods must decide in the end.“
Your opinions towards the Emperor had always been…neutral. But you knew what Commodus was trying to say.
„I think he is really dying this time.“, Commodus continues, „The doctors have to treat him every night now…I’ve been so informed.“
You let him talk, watching his every breath turn into fine mist, his chest heaving with excitement he didn’t dare to let out just yet. He got closer to you, his body taking up all the space you had for yourself in the royal coach. His eyes felt like burning coals on your skin.
„If he weren’t really dying he wouldn’t have sent for me.“ He said
„Maybe he just misses you.“ you said, anything to take back your space.
Commodus huffed: „ And the Senators. He wouldn't have summoned them if…“
Commodus looked at you as if it was something that he didn’t dare to say out loud, as if it would get ruined, so he got closer to you as if that would protect his words from the rest of the world.
„ I think he finally decided. Rome will be mine to rule soon. The first thing Im going to do is honor him with games worthy of his majesty.“
You sighed, wiping a curl out of your husbands face, his hair had grown so much in these few weeks. He needed a hair cut you thought to yourself: „The first thing I am going to do is take a warm bath.“
Commodus smiled faintly, opening his mouth as if he was about to say something when the coach abruptly stopped. You could hear voices outside and Commodus stood up leaping out.
„Why have we stopped.“, Commodus asked.
„We’re here sir .“, one of the praetorian Guards answered.
You peeked out of the wagon as well and a shiver immediately ran down your spine. It was cold and humid, the ground was covered in wet dirt and make shift tends and houses were scattered around the Roman camp. The air was filled of the scent of wounds and death. Commodus gets out of the Wagon. He tosses off his furs,beneath them he was wearing a beautiful set of Lorica Segmentata (the traditional formed armor of Rome, sorry Im a nerd like that). He leaps onto a horse, looking back at you.
„My wife wants a bath, take her to the camp.“, Then he turns to one of the soldiers, „And you, take me to my father.“
Despite your warm bath, the cold still managed to send shivers down your spine. Hours have passed since you last saw Commodus. Naturally you were starting to worry. The unfamiliarity of the land scared you. But your fears proved to be unnecessary.
You were getting ready for rest, reorganizing the furs and pillows your servants had layed out for you, when Commodus burst into the tent. Immediately you could tell that he wasn’t in the best mood. His armored shoulders were stiff, chest heaving as if he had run into battle, and his expression a mixture of annoyance and thoughtfulness. You observed as he grabbed the bottle of wine standing on the table you were dining at moments ago, before he looked at you.
„Maximus.“, He huffed taking a swing from the bottle, pacing around the room, „What does my father see in him, that justifys so much respect.“
„He is a great soldier and General, he has won many battles.“, you said observing how Commodus expression shifted into a bitter one.
„That’s not what I want to hear from my wife.“, Commodus said walking up to you, „You think I’m deserving of such injustice?“
You sat down on the bed looking up to your husband: „I never said that. I’m simply stating the truth. Your qualities are different.“
You took Commodus hand, tugging at it so he would sit down with you. Commodus hesitated, but eventually sat down next to you.
You looked at Commodus, your words gentle: „You posses other virtues…ambition, Resourcefulness, Courage and devotion.“
With every word Commodus seemed to relax a bit his shoulders hanging low. He laid his head into your lap, his hands gripping the fabric of your nightgown.
„Why does Maximus deserve what I could never have? Why does father love his eyes over mine? I would butcher the whole world, if he would only love me...“, Commodus voice was shaky, his blue eyes filled with tears that were about to spill over.
You let your hand run through His curls: „He does love you, and you have my love for yourself. Rome will love you, when the empire is yours.“
You felt Commodus sigh, his breathing slowing down, heavy hands wandering over your hips unconsciously. Commodus breathed in your scent, the floral and herby scents calming him.
„You need a hair cut, Commodus.“, you said warmly a chuckle in your voice.
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