i lowkey need your ocs more than the canon characters... can we get more about them mother rei🙏🏻🙏🏻
Ajdhdjdjdjdjd I know youuu, I love reading your fics <33
But anyways, I don’t really have a fic idea for those idiots so I just might share some general facts/ backstory info on them.
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DRUSES
Ah yes…the fan favorite
Yk he was SUPPOSED to die near the end of the fic by Endymion, but some of my friends begged me so much to yk NOT kill him off so I didn’t. Still kinda wish I did..
Druses’s parents died when he was born, so he was raised by his three older sisters.
Despite his annoyance with people misgendering him because he looks a lot like a woman, he actually likes his long hair and androgynous look. It makes him stand out so he doesn’t wanna change it.
He doesn’t actively search for a partner, THEY have to come to him.
He also has an insane haircare and skincare routine so good luck keeping up with that.
He LOVES sparring and would definitely teach his partner how to at least use either a sword or a spear.
Druses does actually have a sweet tooth, so he would like his lover to know a few desserts to make if he’s in the mood (he’s not much of a chef himself.)
FLORUS
I’m so glad I got to kill him off before my friends found out.
If anyone remembers the earlier chapters, it was mentioned florus’s family did visit Egypt, and that was because his family were merchants/traders and travelled a lot.
But one day, there was a really bad storm and the ship crashed—he woke up stranded in a random island in the beginning of winter.
Florus was an animal lover at heart (and he was weak) he never wanted to kill an animal, so he decided to just harvest berries for the meantime.
Until he finally met Demeter.
When he met her she was still in grief about Persephone leaving for the underworld. And Florus thought she was just a regular old upset woman.
So he approached her and comforted her the best a 13 year old could with a couple of berries
Demeter ended up liking him a lot and boom her blessing
Before joining the war, he was basically an apothecary.
He had a million different Herbs and even a garden.
Unlike Druses, he actually prefers sour tasting food.
He knows how to play a lot of different instruments, his favourite being the harp.
CASSANDER
Tw for grooming, and slavery.
He’s kinda my least favorite ngl
But like his mom died when he was born and his father was a drunk
And after a bit, he sold Cassander into slavery
Cassander was given to an old childless noble woman, and after a while she grew attached to Cassander
So she like started treating him less as a slave and more as a son..? I guess..??
Not gonna go into detail (unless asked) but basically she was the one who taught Cassander his “womanizing” ways
Basically taught him to be sexist
Not so fun fact, after the war he took Endymion’s wife as his warprize.
Cassander’s pretty odd, I’d say his type in a woman is anyone who acts like those trad wives and can fuck well.
Genuinely how has this guy not caught something.
He loves all types of girls though, appearance wise.
ENDYMION
I wonder if people still remember him.
For the people who forgot, he was Raphael’s older brother
Fun fact, his design was originally supposed to be Raphael’s, but then I changed it because it didn’t scream “Aphrodite” enough
His wife’s name is Daphne, and he did actually have an infant daughter named Anatolia.
Him and Daphne had a political marriage, and Daphne was mistreated a lot in her home life
So she was scared of Endymion, when he noticed this he started being very gentle with her—earning her affection.
Raphael flirted with her a lot though, that pissed him off.
Despite that Endymion does really love Raphael though cause he used to protect Raphael when he was younger.
RAPHAEL
oh boy, tw for sa, bullying, drugging, underaged s*x.
Raphael is by far the one I’ve worked on the most, simply because his design is pretty.
Both Endymion and Raphael had WAY more siblings, but they all either left or died.
But before that, his siblings used to bully him because they were jealous of his beauty.
His parents were also pretty neglectful so that’s fun
He hid in his room more because he was scared of them, until he became a victim in his own room too
To put it shortly, the servants thought he was pretty too, and drugged his food a lot to make him sleep.
after that…he kinda developed hypersexuality.
So he had concubines at a pretty young age, 13-14 at best.
He also shockingly has his concubines in good environments, even the ones he doesn’t visit as much.
If Raphael was with a consenting lover, he would’ve been a green flag (with some toxic traits.)
He LOVES to spend money on his women.
Buying them pretty clothes, jewelry, accessorie, etc.
Something about dressing them up makes him feel good.
Kink wise he’s into almost everything.
The reason why he hasn’t caught anything is because he buys his concubines as virgins, or gets them from respectable buyers.
I have simply too much about him, so I’ll end it off with the fact that he also loves all types of women. But personality wise he likes his lovers to be dependent on him and more “weak” so he can be their knight and shining armor.
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Pretty sure that’s everyone, don’t be scared to ask me for the full versions of each one’s backstory or like more “question” type requests for them.
Tw: physical abvse, mentions of pregnancy, dead dove themes, yan themes, killing mentioned.
A = Affection! (How affectionate are they towards the person they're a Yandere for? or What are some affectionate actions they do?)
He’s not very cuddly, he prefers spending quality time with you and admiring your very form. On some occasions, he hugs you from behind and gives a small kiss to your neck if he’s in a good mood, or just lay his head on your shoulder.
Other times he’ll have picnics and spoon feed you your food, or lets you braid little flowers into his hair.
B = Baggage! (Do they have any trauma that makes them act as a yandere? or How will they handle the other person they love's trauma?)
Druses grew up pretty poor, he pretty must only had his sisters and was constantly getting into trouble and worrying them. The only part I’d say “helped” him have yan tendencies is that he was being mentored by a war goddess from a young age.
If his darling has any trauma, he won’t force them to open up immediately. He’d try and pet them if they are, and sometimes would even brew you something warm to see if it’ll help.
C = Careful! (How careful are they not to get caught by person they're a Yandere for?)
Druses tries to be stealthy, but if his darling has known him for a while it’ll be semi-obvious to them.
D = Dreams. (What's their dream life with the person they're a Yandere for?)
Druses would like to father a few children—especially daughters—but if his darling is dead set on not having kids, he’s fine with that.
E = Embarrassment! (Do they ever get embarrassed by the person they re a Yandere for? or Do they get embarrassed by their yandere actions?)
A little bit, him being this obsessed for someone reminds him that he is no better than a man.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Sad. Really sad. He’d think he’s doing something wrong, before locking in and grabbing you by the hair and throwing u in a room. (If physical)
If you’re verbally arguing, he’ll just ignore you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
No, he hates when his darling tries to escape—it’s like he’s getting his heart broken in 70 different pieces. He’s dragging you back by the leg as you scream and kick at him, but he’s too frustrated that he doesn’t bother to answer.
Then, he sits you down and keeps you down on a chair, then proceeds to explain in gruesome gorey detail how they’ll get torn apart by either an animal or a crazed savage and will die a lonely death if they try escaping again. You really don’t know what’s out there….
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
You MUST be an idiot, because there’s no way you made him that mad.
I think if his darling keeps screaming and hitting him, he’ll slowly grow pent up frustration bit by bit, but the moment you insult his sisters—your head gets slammed into the wall, your face digging into the hard wooden surface as he stares daggers at you.
Before he pulls your head away and throws you back down, “clean yourself up, you look like a mess.” He spits at you, before digging his heel into your back—not enough to hurt you too badly—but enough to make you remember who’s in charge.
/= Intelligence! (How smart are they? or How crafty are they around the person they're a Yandere for?)
Druses is a pretty smart guy, he knows how to keep up an act, how to knock out a man 10x his size, and how to successfully guilt trip someone.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
I genuinely don’t think there’s anyone else you can talk to for him to be jealous about, but if there was—he’d try and cope with it by himself, by just taking his anger out on target practices or just clinging to you more often.
K = Kindheartedness! (How kind are they towards the person they're a Yandere for? or How kind are they in general?)
Druses is a pretty nice yan, he just has trouble expressing his positivity since he has a resting bitch face. But he’s often pretty soft with his Yandere.
L = Love! (How much love do they have for the person they're a Yandere for? or How do they express their love?)
He expresses his love by gifting his darling many dresses and blankets. He makes sure to hunt for the prettiest coats and give it to his darling so they can wrap it around their body.
M = Mean! (How mean are they willing to be towards others who express fondness/love towards the person they're a Yandere for?)
He will threaten them or kill them tbh.
N = No's! (What are some lines they refuse to cross? or Is there anything the person they're a Yandere for does/will do that they don't/won't like?)
Druses refuses to kill any active family members you talk to, he knows the importance of family and he doesn’t want to make you more upset than you already are by being kidnapped.
If you start to feminize him too much, he’ll get really pissy and be in a sour mood for the entire week. Then start to drag you out to watch him kill and hunt animals to show you how masculine and manly he is.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Not too many, mainly just the inability to go out alone and interact with others.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
He’s pretty mid, he can wait but not for too long.
Q = Quarrels! (What happens in a fight with the person they're a Yandere for? or How argumentative are they?)
He tries to settle things down peacefully and let his darling yell at him before speaking to try and resolve things. But if the argument proceeds for too long he straight up just yanks your hair and drags you to the nearest bed and insists you’re just cranky. He really is not much of an arguing person.
R = Raising! (Are they open to raising a pet or plant with the person they're a Yandere for? or Are they open to starting a family with the person they're a Yandere for?)
Oh absolutely, he would love to raise kids with you if you want. But he’s fine with raising plants or animals.
S = Safety! (Do they prioritize the person they're a Yandere for's safety? or Is safety a concern they have in general?)
Yes, he often acts like an over protective mother hen—constantly staring at your every move and panicking when you get the smallest cut.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
You’ll come around eventually. He doesn’t need to involve himself in your “tantrums”
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He still lets you talk to family if you’re on good behavior, and likes to engage in deep meaningful conversations with you.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
He goes out a lot, you just have to time yourself perfectly and hope you can run fast enough before his mentor finds out and informs him.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Yes, he often tried to opt for mental punishments more than physical because he knows how badly he can injure you.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Druses will gladly use the fact he’s protected by a goddess to test his luck with keeping you in his arms—even when you two are in the underworld, he’ll make sure you can’t escape him.
Y = Yes's! (What are some things the person they're a Yandere for does that makes them happy? or How far are they willing to go for the person they're a Yandere for?)
He LOVES when his darling cooks for him, he’ll gladly eat his darling’s cooking even if they’re burnt and he’s at risk for 70 different diseases with a single bite.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
No, he always tries and avoids that by any means possible. and i genuinely think there’s only like a 14% chance of his darling being broken by him.
I'VE SEEN THAT THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO... Could I perhaps ask for a Druses x Reader, during the time Druses is dressed up as a girl to spy on Raphael and Reader is a guard working for Raphael and pretending to be a man for unknown reasons, and like they both know the other isn't what they look like (I've been thinking about this since I've read the sequel of Aphrodite's gamble, i'm going insane...)
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!! :D
I actually rlly liked this, this was so creative 😭
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The great hall of Raphael’s palace shimmered with lamplight, laughter, and the sharp click of wine glasses. Raphael had gathered his closest men tonight, and your jobwas to keep your head down, sword at your hip, and play the part. You straightened your posture, the leather straps across your chest tight, hair bound and hidden beneath your helm. To everyone around you, you were just another one of Raphael’s guards. Another man among men. You had lived this lie for so long, it hardly even stung anymore.
Until she walked in. The girl was tall, graceful, and draped in silks that shimmered faintly in the torchlight. Her hair fell in a perfect curtain, framing delicate features, and she smiled as a noble introduced her as a runaway war prize from the Greeks.
But you knew better. Her eyes caught yours once across the hall—steel gray and cutting sharp, not timid or doe like as the noble expected. You knew soldiers’ eyes when you saw them.
And hers locked on yours with the same realization. Later that night, as you stood guard by Raphael’s chamber doors, the “warprize” drifted by with an excuse of needing fresh air. You followed her down the corridors, your instincts buzzing. Finally, once you were alone, you leaned against the wall and spoke in a low tone.
“You’re not who you say you are.”
She turned, lips curling into a smirk—his smirk. A voice deeper than the disguise betrayed him. “Funny. I was about to say the same thing about you.”
Your jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”
He chuckled, flicking the silks off his shoulder like they were a nuisance. “No man moves like that. You fight to hide it, but I can see it. The way you walk, the way your fingers twitch near your sword hilt. You’re too precise.”
“And you,” you countered, stepping closer, “hold yourself like a soldier forced into a dress.”
Druses tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Then we’re both liars, aren’t we?”
For a moment, silence filled the corridor, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. You should have turned away. You should have drawn your sword, reported him, done anything but what you did next. You laughed. Just a quiet, breathless laugh that slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
Druses blinked at you, then huffed a laugh of his own. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned just a little closer, lowering his voice to a whisper meant only for you. “Careful. If we’re not careful, we’ll give each other away.”
You arched a brow. “Then I suppose we both have something to lose.”
“Or something to gain,” he said smoothly, eyes flicking briefly to your lips before darting away. Your heart stuttered. you weren’t sure if the mask you wore was protecting you—or betraying you.
“Well that was a lovely chat, but unless you want the king to execute you for lying about your identity. You better stay out of the way whenever I’m with the Queen.”
You let out a giggle. “Well, I won’t make promises but good luck.”
Heh..so...heh...a little birdie told me...heh...I can request AG characters...heh...MAKE MY FINE SHYT DRUSES PSLSOSLSLLSLSKSKSKSKSKKS. Uhm..now the idea...I lowky don't know. 💔💔 Uhm..maybe where like you're in a relationship w him and he lowky strate showing his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 side. 👅👅👅 Thank you big daddy Rei
Reading this made me wanna go back into hiatus/j
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The garden was quiet, save for the soft gurgle of a distant fountain and the lazy rustle of olive leaves in the breeze. You didn’t come here to be found— which, of course, is exactly why he found you. “Now, now,” came a voice from behind you, low and honey smooth, “if you keep hiding in dark corners like this, people might start thinking you’re avoiding me.”
You didn’t even turn. “What if I am?”
Druses clicked his tongue “you wound me” And still, without being asked, he took the liberty of sitting beside you on the stone bench — comfortably close. Too close.
You side eyed him. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like training with your mates.”
He leaned back lazily, stretching one arm behind the bench—the perfect excuse for it to hang just behind your shoulders. “They bore me. You don’t.” You stared ahead, pretending not to notice how his fingers accidentally brushed your arm.
“…You’re being unusually charming tonight,” you murmured.
“Unusual?” He smirked, tilting his head toward you. “Darling, I’m always charming. You just haven’t been paying attention.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart wasn’t in it. There was something in the way he was looking at you, not the usual teasing glint, but something heavier. “You’ve got that look again,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.
“What look?”
“The one where I feel like I’m the only person in the world.”
Druses smiled, not a cocky grin, but something real, almost reverent. “That’s because right now, you are.” You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of just how close his face was. The night air was warm, but his presence made it feel sweltering.
“Are you always like this?” you asked, half challenging, half breathless. “Or do you save the silk voice and the eye contact for special victims?”
“Oh,” he murmured, leaning in just a bit, “just you.”
Your breath hitched. He hovered there for a moment, not quite touching you, his voice dropping into something rich and velvet soft. “I know how to be patient. But you should know — once I want something, I don’t stop until I have it.”
His fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your face ever so slightly toward his. You didn’t stop him. “But only,” he added, voice now barely audible, “if they want me too.”
The air between you crackled.And then, with maddening control, he leaned back, giving you space, his hand falling away. “Just something to think about,” he said lightly, rising to his feet with a wink. “Sweet dreams.” And like that, he vanished into the garden, leaving your heart pounding and your thoughts in shambles.
