#emperor commodus x reader

[oliver-cicero]

Brotherly Love (Part One): Commodus x Top Male Reader

Summary: Y/n is very worried about his slightly older brother Commodus. He has just become emperor, and he is kind of losing it. Y/n and Commodus have always been very close, and have always loved each other very deeply. Their romantic feelings for each other have always been there, but have not really been acted on... until now.

Notes: Basically, this is a recreation of the scene where Commodus almost kisses Lucilla, but in this version, it's his brother, the reader. This is low key the first time I've written smut, so sorry if it sucks but I tried to be kind of vague on purpose because it's all supposed to kind of feel like a dream anyway. If you don't want to read the smut, just stop right before it and you'll just have a cute little bit of fluff! I know this one's a little strange, but I think it's cute. If you don't like it, don't read it!

Part Two- Out Now!

Brotherly Love Part One: My Whole World

Warnings: 18+, vague-ish smut, some angst I guess, incest (it's Commodus, what do you expect?)

You were very worried about Commodus. Since your father’s death, he had been off, more so than usual. You had tried to be there for him, but things felt different now. He pushed you away even more than usual. Your concern for him caused you to walk through the echoing halls to his quarters. When you entered, you saw that he was sitting on his bed, looking quite serious and like he was thinking far too much for his own good.

“Commodus,” you said relatively quietly.

“Do you remember what our father said once?” He asked you, absorbed by his thoughts. “It’s a dream… a frightful dream… life is. Do you think that’s true?”

“I don’t know,” you responded without much thought. Your thoughts were about Commodus and how to get him out of his head, which was a quite dangerous place. He looked slightly under you.

“I think it is,” he only whispered. “And I have only you to share it with.”

Your heart began to beat faster as you came to sit closely beside him on his bed. You looked at him, trying to gauge what he meant by his words. He gently rested his head in the crook of your neck and you rested your head against the top of his, feeling the warmth of him against your neck. You rather enjoyed the tender moments with him like this. You wondered if he could hear the quickened beating of your heart. Did he know it beat only for him?

After a few moments, Commodus took you by surprise when he began to bring his hand up to your chest and lean back onto the bed, taking you with him. You laid on the cool sheets as he hovered over your chest, his hand gently touching it, and moving up to your neck then your chin, and finally, your lips. His fingers softly brushed your lips as your heart fluttered. He tenderly played with your lips and you were speechless. His fingers moved to the slight opening of your mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he barely whispered.

This hadn’t been the first time you two had shared an intimate moment not usually shared by brothers, but this felt different, more intentional. Sure, you had held him countless times as he wept or simply for the sake of being close. You had kissed him to bring him comfort, but never on his beautiful lips. All of your previous encounters with Commodus were just something that happened; they had no planning or objective. This, however, was different. You remembered the shame you had felt when your father had caught you and Commodus in a moment like this. You heard his voice in the back of your head, telling you that it was wrong to be that way with your brother, to love him that way. You had always loved him that way, and you had always been afraid of it. It made you feel like a freak of nature. Not only were you attracted to someone of the same sex, but he also happened to be your brother. You knew that it was wrong to everyone else, but as much as you had tried to feel that your relationship with Commodus was wrong, nothing had ever felt so right and comforting as his embrace, his kiss to your forehead that you wished was somewhere else, his gentle touch on a warm night. You both loved each other so much and when you were together like this, you could simply feel all that love radiating off of each other. How could that ever be wrong?

Despite the unsure thoughts running through your head, you knew your feelings for him and you obeyed him, parting your lips more than before. He softly dipped his fingers into your mouth, slightly touching your tongue and inner lips. He slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing them into his own, tasting you. You felt your blood pump hard. He moved his hand to softly touch your cheek, bringing himself closer to you. He nearly kissed you, then gently rested his head in the crook of your neck again, tenderly touching the other side of your neck with his hand.. Your lips had never been so close to his and you longed for them to be ever closer. You brought one of your hands to gently hold his back, and the other to hold the back of his neck. Then, you brought your lips to his forehead, slowly kissing it. You were telling him that you wanted this, too. You knew he wouldn’t go too far without knowing that you desired it, too.

Commodus raised his head and his beautiful, icy eyes met yours. They had never looked so warm. You invited him with your eyes, and even though you appeared slightly frightened, he knew what you were asking. He slowly brought his lips close to yours, then paused, perhaps still unsure if it was okay to kiss you there. You raised your head and closed the gap yourself, joining the two of you in a soft kiss. It felt better than you had ever imagined it would. His hand raised from your neck to your cheek and you brought your hand to cup his face, his curly hair slightly tickling your fingers. You felt as if in a dream, for you had dreamed about moments like this many times.

Commodus began to intensify the kiss and pushed your head back down to the bed with the power of his kiss. He shifted so that his body was completely on top of yours, undoubtedly feeling your arousal as you felt his. You felt filthy, being so aroused for your brother, but at least you weren’t the only one. You attempted to quiet those thoughts of shame as you tenderly stroked your hand through his hair and face. The touches you and him shared lost their gentility and became more passionate. After several moments, Commodus broke the kiss abruptly, only withdrawing slightly, and looked up at you. You both realized the few tears that had begun to run down each of your faces. You had both waited so long for this moment.

You smiled at him, feeling more tears come, and he smiled, gently laughing as he hugged you close, his head beside yours. You also let out a little chuckle, embracing him even closer. You felt hot tears run from his face to your neck. He placed a kiss there and then more. His lips traveled lower, to your chest, and you held his head as he did this. Eventually, he could not kiss and farther down until he removed the clothing there. He gently and nervously grabbed the fabric and looked up at you, asking you if he could.

“May I?” Commodus quietly asked.

“Of course, love,” you responded with a small smile. He was always so adorable.

He carefully removed your toga and you brought your hands to him and he allowed you to remove his. Each of you admired the other man’s body for a moment before you flipped him onto his bed, now on top of him. You kissed him, first gently, then hard. Both of you were becoming more certain of your actions, more intentional. You eventually broke the kiss, and Commodus softly whined.

“Y/n,” he softly pleaded. “Please.”

You smiled and you readied yourself at his entrance after spitting on your hand to lubricate.

“Ready?” You asked him.

He nodded and you pushed yourself in, filling him perfectly. You both let out heavy sighs as you gave him a few moments to adjust. You assumed this was his first time this way, so you wanted to be sure that he was comfortable. Meanwhile, you drew him into a passionate, yet somewhat sloppy kiss. You could feel his desire, his need.

“Are you ready, darling?” You asked him tenderly.

“Yes, please, Y/n,” he responded breathlessly.

You began to move slowly at first, being very careful with him. You didn’t want to scare him away. He brought his beautiful hands to your back, holding onto your strong frame. He let out soft moans as you worked your way sweetly in and out. He brought a hand to the side of your face and pulled you so that your lips were mere hairs apart.

“I love you,” he told you, his warm breath spreading across your lips.

“I love you, too, Commodus,” you replied before tenderly capturing his lips in another kiss. How had you resisted this for so long? In this beautiful moment, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to go more than a minute without kissing him. You felt your arousal grow as you continued to kiss his sweet, beautifully curved lips. You quickened your pace ever so slightly and Commodus began to let out more breathless moans and gentle whines. These lovely sounds brought you ever closer to release and you grunted softly. You had each of you dreamed of this for so many years, and you both knew neither of you would last long. You gradually fastened the pace, making sure with every move that Commodus was all right, searching his angelic face for any signs of pain or discomfort. Instead, you found only pleasure and joy, his tears dried upon his smooth skin.

Soon, it became clear that both of you were nearing your ends, and your movements became sloppier and more desperate. Commodus firmly gripped your shoulders, whining so sweetly as you brought your hand down to pleasure him. Your other hand strongly held his back, helping him to feel secure, a feeling not common for him, and nonexistent with anyone but you. Again, you sharply brought him into a hot kiss, and both of you let go at that moment. You broke the kiss and both released blissed moans and sighs as you rode out your highs together, feeling each other’s heavy breaths.

Your head fell next to his and your hot breath warmed his neck and shoulder slightly. You ceased your movements and laid still with Commodus. You brought your arms around him to embrace him firmly, placing a kiss between his neck and shoulder. You felt his chest rise and fall quickly against yours, which followed a similar rhythm.

You held him like that for a moment before pulling away slightly to look at him. He once again had some tears streaming down his face. You became aware of a few on yours as well.

“Oh, Commodus, love, did I hurt you?” You asked, worried that you had been too rough with him.

“No, you didn’t, darling, I was just…” He trailed off, but you knew what he meant because it was the same reason that you found tears staining your face as well.

“I know,” you said with a knowing smile. “I feel it, too.”

He smiled back at you. You had never seen him look so genuinely fulfilled and happy. He hadn’t looked this satisfied when he was crowned emperor. It brought you great joy to see him this way. He did not often feel true happiness, especially if you weren’t involved.

“You do?” He asked, as if in a dream.

“Yes, I do, sweet Commodus,” you replied gingerly before bringing your lips to his for a sweet, gentle kiss. You barely parted your lips from his.

“I love you. More than anything in the whole world.”

“I love you, too. More than I could ever love anyone or anything else.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead before emerging from the bed to retrieve a cloth to clean him up. You did so sweetly and he watched as you did it, grateful for someone taking care of him. That was all he really wanted.

“Thank you,” he said, and you knew he was thanking you for more than simply tidying him up.

“Thank you, your Highness,” you said teasingly with a giggle that was returned by him as you brought him into an embrace. You loved the way it felt when your skin met his. It just felt… natural. And pure.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Commodus asked you shyly.

“Of course,” you replied. “I wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

You laid down on his bed and brought him to rest tenderly on your strong, bare chest. Both of your breathing had slowed and you rested in sheer bliss with your Commodus.

“You’re my whole world,” Commodus told you, softly stroking your chest with his fingers.

“You’re my world, too,” you replied with a kiss to his head.

To be continued…

[clerics-blood]

long may it last - commodus x reader

summary: amongst the quiet of death, commodus finds you.

a/n: yayee my first fic post! i'm hoping this is well received and well written, i don't often post my writing but uhmm.. i wanted to so here we are ˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶ reader is a blank slate, tried to keep it as vague and gender neutral as i could. likes, reblogs & comments appreciated. please enjoy! ao3 link

warnings: major character death, canon typical violence, blood, injury description, general angst & all the good stuff, hurt/comfort, commodus cries, dual pov, second/third person narrative, not proof-read, no use of y/n. heed these warnings and proceed with caution!

When he fell, he had never expected Rome wouldn't go with him.

A challenge, he had proposed. Spite and rage and envy, it all mixed into one, intolerable tightness in his chest. Maximus wasn't who they wanted- it never would be. It had to be him, didn't it? Him that they cheered for, him who's name they cried in the streets and him who lived through eternal glory.

It was ironic, where that want got him.

The colosseum devolved from violent jeers and excitable cries into dead, still silence. Not mournful, no. Not for him, at least- never for him. The women cried for Maximus, the men exchanged silent transactions and amongst it all, he listened. He waited. No cries came for him, no lips wept his name. Only blood, heavy and sticky in his throat as his chest tightened and his body convulsed with a desperate cough.

His fingers twitched, aching to reach out. Towards what, he didn't know. Perhaps a last attempt at reminding himself he was still there, amongst it all. Still alive to hear the hatred, the relief of a tyrant's death, a sort of pain that didn't need words to be understood. It entirely overshadowed the tight, suffocating throb in his neck, shooting up his jugular and towards his forehead in a splitting ache.

For all he did, they hadn't cared.

But alas, he lay there, head against the hot sand as he stared up at the pure blue sky. Clouds rolled, birds sang, and if he knew any better? Perhaps it was an ordinary day. Perhaps he was in the palace, or Lanuvium, years ago. Only his mind mattered now, he supposed. If he was to let go, he would do so on his own accord. Not by the need to please his long dead father, not by the need to chase Lucilla's love. No- he'd do it differently.

The gardens were warmed by the ever looming sun, decorated with more flowers than you cared to name, backdropped by the steady trickle of fountains and rush of servants in the domus behind you. The scroll in your lap was worn well with love, a precious thing. Unfurled in your hands, it curled inwards towards the corners and the parchment had torn at the edges, the ink cracked and dry, yet the words discernible. Memorable.

You heard him, before you saw him.

"You gaze upon that scroll as if it were more precious than me." His tone was lilted with teasing, quiet humour as his steps resumed, approaching the marble bench you had perched upon. Your head lifted, eyes squinting in the Roman sun to make out his silhouette. Regal, proud, even as a shadow. "You know nothing is more precious to me than you are, Commodus." You murmur, although your tone holds no exhaustion, no shyness. If anything, it held an admiration that seemed to please him, as with a quaint smile, he lowered himself to sit beside you.

The gardens cast a view over the lower country, far ocean. Rome sat to your right, the colosseum an ever protruding landmark amongst mazes of streets. You cast your gaze out to the distant ocean, whilst his remained on you. For a while, it was quiet. The gentle breeze in the leaves, the crinkle of parchment, steady breathing, all coming to form something you figured resembled peace. "Do you think of crossing the ocean?" You asked suddenly, and Commodus looked at you strangely, his brow furrowed. He followed your gaze, looking out to the steady blue.

"That's laughable. Why should I dream of leaving Rome?"

"I don't know."

Your answer wasn't entirely truthful, and he seemed to realise that, as he turned his attention back to you with a newfound look of concern. Not a rare thing, but somehow, it surprised you nonetheless. You swallowed, and lowered your head to slowly roll up the scroll. "Yes, you do." He called you out, and you fought back a wince. For a moment you were quiet, casting him a sidelong glare. "I know." You said. He was quiet, unmoving, as if his sudden stillness would will you towards giving an answer. And somehow, it did.

Rome had been your home since your wedding. One out of political goodness, you hadn't meant to fall for him, initially. You had heard the rumours, mostly bad, surrounding his name- yet the union had gone through nonetheless, and you had found yourself pleasantly at ease with Commodus. Tales of arts, poetry, extravagant meals and countless baths, melancholic staring upon the city, fingers fumbling against ties and warm palms over bare skin. It was all done together, and yet selfishly, you wished for a different life. Quieter, humble. Just the two of you, in some quaint homestead nestled in a silent valley, steadfast in undying love and burning loyalty. Not that you couldn't have it, but you knew he didn't want it. He hungered for power, lapped up every lick of it whenever he could, despite how his own claims differed. "I don't know if I want to leave. I don't think I do, truly." You whisper, and he leans in, encouragingly gentle. "But often I find myself wanting something different."

He didn't pry, but watched with as close to understanding as he could get from your vague description. "Something quieter, I suppose. With you, I think of something quaint." You finish, not particularly eager to potentially embarrass yourself in front of the man you called a husband. But when you snuck a glance at him, there was no mockery on his face. Only a certain understanding you knew you wouldn't find with anyone else. "That's beautiful." He complimented, and you flushed. "I suppose." Commodus drew back with a sigh, his arm reaching out until his hand covered your own, holding your fingers. "You sadden me. I can feel myself wishing for that, too." He murmured, and as he looked out to the ocean, his gaze took on the same distant want as your own. You didn't know what to say, and so you moved your hand to hold his. Raising it to your mouth with a gentle kiss pressed to his knuckles, you had his attention reeling back to you only moments after. "Perhaps in another time." You sympathised, meeting him halfway as he leaned forward in search of love. Your lips met in quiet tandem.

When he next woke, his surroundings were foreign.

The same blue sky, slow moving clouds, the same warmth. The pain was gone, he noted. No slim impalement to his neck, no blood dripping from his mouth or staining his armour- no heavy silence, no one to see him die in shame. What was this? Had he healed in an unconscious time? How long had it been? Perhaps he was hallucinating, perhaps this was exile. He didn't know. So, slowly, he lifted his head.

The movement was reluctant. He would much rather stay on the ground, bask in the sun some more before he gave into movement and the ache that would inevitably come with it. His head raised from the soft grass pillowing it, his palms flush against the green blades. Pushing himself up, he was momentarily dazed. That awfully splitting ache was gone, his throat was clear: he could breathe, take in mouthfuls of fresh, country air as he rose to stand on unsteady feet. He looked back at where he'd been laying. Grass, and a subtle imprint of his body. No feathered pillow, no imperial bed, nothing but grass and soil.

Humiliation, perhaps.

He raised a hand, rubbing at the back of his neck with an unsteady noise. Around him, the Italian countryside shifted quietly with the afternoon turning into day. Shadows were cast, elongated by the sun's constantly shifting position, birds sang and insects hummed, grass crunched quietly underfoot as he took wary steps forward. Guarded, uncertain. Paranoid. As he looked around, searching for some point of familiarity, he found it in the shape of a quietly quaint homestead and a familiar voice.

"I missed you."

The words were so simply spoken that it broke him instantaneously. Your figure, stood in the doorway, felt so unfamiliar that he almost felt guilt. He had struggled to remember your face on his own in the time that followed your own death: he had despised himself for it. Your body, your hair, your face. Everything down to your mannerisms, he had steadily forgotten, let it slip between his fingers like sand. And all he did was watch, helplessly. He uttered your name in a breath, and was moving towards you before he knew better.

His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush to his chest as his nose pressed against your hair. Inhaling the familiar scent of you, the one imprinted onto the pillow he'd clung to at night, the one that'd met his wrath so many times. Commodus exhaled, something uneven and shaky, and you drew back just enough to meet his eye. "Don't cry." You murmured, and somehow, that made it a struggle not to. His eyes were wet with tears as he blinked, lashes fluttering as his brows furrowed with a poorly swallowed whimper. Your hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into it, letting the pad of your thumb stroke against his cheekbone, wipe away his tears. He didn't know how you were there, in front of him, but he didn't want to know. He didn't care, because with you in his arms safely returned to him, there was no thought nor care in his previous life that he wanted to revisit if they didn't involve you.

"I'm sorry." He blurted. He didn't know why. His inability to protect you, maybe. How he had let himself forget you, how he couldn't recall a clear memory without assistance. He watched through tears as your brow furrowed, gently shaking his head. "Why?" You whispered, and his chest heaved as he shuddered out a sob. "I let you go." He answered quickly, too quickly, and your finger pressed to his lips in a gently shushing gesture. It seemed to work, his sobs evened into shaken breathing as his gaze stayed stuck to yours, unable to wander. But he didn't want it to. "You had to. I don't blame you for it, there was nothing you could've done." You said, and that understanding, that blameless comfort, almost brought him to his knees. His chest tightened and his stomach churned as he brought his head forward. His nose nudged against your own, forehead bumping your own as his eyes closed.

"Truthfully?" He whispered through a sniffle, feeling the movement of your nod against him. Your lips found his in a chaste, gentle brush, but it didn't seem enough for him. His hands gripped your waist as he sought out your lips again, pressing them to his with all the passion years of loss had torn from him. His nose nudged and brushed your own, lips moving in a fashion that could only be described as clumsy. Desperate. Your hands moved to his hair, and he whimpered, drawing back with an indiscernible sound of relief. You were there, he reminded himself. You were real, he was holding you, kissing you. It wasn't some cruel jest, some tricky vision. It was real, and whilst he might not have been living, he knew this was as close to a real life as any man could have. "Truthfully." You echoed.

He knew then in that moment, as you took his hand and led him back inside, that this was what you had meant. All those years ago, in the gardens, this was what you wanted. The one thing he couldn't give you, until now. Perhaps in another time, you had said. Oh, did he wish he had listened. He knew now, though. And he would continue to know.

And long may it last.

[smallratboy]

Commodus Relationship Headcanons

Exactly what it sounds like. I've been very Commodus-brained lately...

masterlist

Commodus is a hard person to be in love with

Even though he's deeply in love with you, he can't entirely get rid of his moods or his paranoia

Sometimes you would find yourself at the mercy of his mind as he screamed at you, paranoid that you had done something to hurt him

Other times, though, you would be wrapped in his arms, his embrace soothing you and reminding you why you fell in love with him in the first place

You helped to calm him down when he was feeling destructive

If he ever did anything to hurt you, he would do everything in his power to make it right

When he wasn't busy with meetings or papers, he was entirely devoted to you

He would bring you small gifts, shower you with kisses and praise, or simply bask in your presence

Sometimes you'll wake up with his lips pressed against your skin, worshipping you in the soft light of the morning

If you like to read, he would ask you to read to him

Especially if he was having trouble sleeping, you would hold him to your chest and read stories aloud until he fell asleep

Commodus is SO touch starved, even though he'd never admit it

Every time you come up behind him and surprise him with a hug or wrap your arms around him in excitement, he would hold on to you for just a moment longer

You didn't mind, of course. You were happy to hold him as long as he wanted

Sometimes when his hair gets long and curly, he lets you play with it. He would grow it out like that all the time if he could

He LOVES pda 

Holding your hand, kissing you, having you sit in his lap, he loves it all

He loves to show everyone who you belong to 

Sometimes during meetings with the senators, he'll have you come sit in his lap

At first he was worried it would seem unprofessional, but he quickly got addicted to the rush of power it gave him

Not to mention he could start playing with your hair or kissing your neck and shoulder when he got bored

He can get very caught up in his work, and so sometimes you have to drag him back to reality 

It can get really lonely in the big palace by yourself when he's working, and he's found you curled up in a sad ball more than once

Whenever this happens, Commodus makes sure to take you both away from the palace for awhile

He loves to go to the ocean, and you'll spend weekends there together

If you find any seashells or stones to gift to him, he'd keep them forever

Sometimes he'll find one of your little rocks on his desk or in his room when he's having a paranoia episode, and it helps to ground him 

Sometimes he'll take you with him to the gladiator games

If you don't like them, he won't make you go 

But if you do like them, he'll love you even more. It makes his stomach erupt with butterflies if you get invested in the bloodshed 

If Commodus falls for you before you fall for him, he'd do everything in his power to get you to notice him 

He would leave you notes, little jewels, even going so far as to follow around like a lost puppy trying to get your attention 

If you fell first, it might take him awhile to notice you or reciprocate

But god help you when he does notice. His paranoia may be intense, but so is his love 

He would do anything for you 

ANYTHING

Even though Commodus can be intense or inattentive, all he really wants is to make you happy

an: if you like stuff like this, check out my masterlist! I have a bunch of gladiator i/ii fanfic!

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[sualocin]

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” Ch. 1 - Harsh Beginnings

Emp!Commodus x Reader

summary: you are to be married to the emperor of rome, but he hates you. or at least he acts like it.

content warning: angst, hurt / comfort, commodus being a dick

word count: 1.8k

a/n: It is my mental illness and I get to pick the delusions. AU where Marcus died of natural causes (because I don't want my boy to go through the pain of killing his father), Maximus and co are fine with no threat to overthrow Commodus (yet?). Also I whole-heartily ignore the sister mess in this fic because god dammit let me live in my delulu thoughts where his ending is happy (because he deserves love and kindness). This is literally such a self-indulgent fic but I try to not describe the reader besides clothing and the use of female pronouns. If you catch something that does not fit let me know!

no beta reader we die like gladiators

blog dividers by @cafekitsune!

masterlist . . . read it on ao3 . . .

Commodus looked regal, sitting there in his throne above the bloodstained arena. Cerulean eyes focused on the fighting gladiators below, face propped up with his right hand, adorned with the jeweled rings of an emperor. Something like boredom was plastered across his face, at least it seemed that way from your position slightly behind him and to his left. A fitting placement for someone supposed to be the Emperor’s wife. Even seated there, fully dressed in the matching deep purples and blacks of your husband’s outfit, you felt as if you didn’t belong. At least he made it feel as if you didn’t. 

From the moment you were told that you were to be betrothed to the future Emperor of Rome, you knew it would be difficult to learn to love each other as much as your parent’s love each other. Yet, it was so easy for you to fall in love with him, almost at the first sighting of the aforementioned man. His charming smile, that you now know he put on as a mask to hide his anger from having a woman he did not know thrust into his life as his soon to be wife, as well as his enchanting words that hid his true feelings of disdain towards you, made you feel comfortable at the time. As you got settled into the palace, and interacted with his sister Lucilla  and her son Lucius more than him, the feelings of being unwanted began to sow inside of you.

It truly wasn’t bad at first, you would see him at meal times, and there he would be ‘pleasant’ to you. As pleasant as ignoring your existence could be. He instead only interacted with his sister and nephew, purposely excluding you from whatever conversation he was holding with them. There were however, a few times he did try to get to know you, most likely at the behest of Lucilla.

It was an early evening the first time he decided to enter your temporary chambers, the blazing sun just beginning to set in the expansive sky. The final meal for the day not yet served, but already you wish for the sweet comfort of your bed.

“What was your life like? Back with your family?” He questioned softly, hands fiddling with his various rings as he sat on one of the chairs provided to you when you arrived. He seemed almost nervous to be completely alone with you since your initial meeting.

“It was nice, a beautiful city if I’m honest… I was surrounded by loving parents and the greatest teachers they could find. Rolling green hills that would sprout with flowers every spring,” You replied, thinking of your beloved homeland and the wonderful people and animals that still resided there even with you gone.

Taking a moment to relish in the fact that he was sitting in your chambers, conversing with you rather than ignoring your presence entirely, you observed his more casual outfit. It consisted of a red chiton over a black tunic with a patterned cape over his right shoulder. It looked absolutely marvelous on him, but you were definitely not going to say anything like that to his face at this point in your limited interactions. Because no matter how glorious he looked, he still seemed to be upset with your presence in his and his family’s home.

“It sounds like an alluring place to call home. Do you miss it?” He asked as he finally brought his gaze up to your eyes. The genuine curiosity in his eyes confused you, wasn’t he disgusted by your mere presence? What made him have a sudden interest in your previous home? Unable to respond with his cerulean eyes boring straight into yours, you got up and moved to lean against the doorway to the balcony of your chambers in order to look out onto the great city of Rome. The slight breeze coming in makes your light blue, nearly the same color as his eyes thanks to Lucilla, stola and palla flutter behind you. 

“Of course I do,” You blurt out immediately, almost taking on a snappy tone. Tensing yourself up at the suddenness, and more importantly the rudeness of your own response to him, you feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Your hands raise to grasp at your biceps to comfort your rising anxiety, your grip tightening when you hear the chair Commodus was sitting on scrape against the floor as he shoots up at your response. Even from across the room you can hear the way he inhaled sharply. You were too afraid to witness his most likely anger fueled reaction, so you stayed facing the city and the setting sun.

“I did not ask for this betrothal!” He exclaims, hands slamming down on the table. His breath coming out in short huffs. Tension just radiating off him in waves.

“I didn’t either,” You manage to croak out as your eyes begin to mist over, fingers tightening their almost impossible tight grip already. At the sound of your voice, Commodus lets some of the tension release as he realizes just what his little outburst did to you.

“...I am sorry,” He whispers, gaze focused on the table below him, sincerely regretting his anger towards you. A second passes after his apology, and then he rushes out the door leaving you to wallow in your feelings of anxiety and uncertainty. 

The last meal of that day was tense, no conversations were held that night between anyone as they ate and drank. Not even between Lucius and his mother. It was as if anyone who entered the room could sense that something had happened between the two of you. You could feel Commodus glance at you every so often as the meal went on, but you kept your eyes on your own plate and cup. As soon as you finished, or rather as soon as you felt you couldn’t stand to be in that room for any longer, you excused yourself back to your chambers. It was after you left that Lucilla finally spoke to her brother.

“Commodus, what did you say to the poor girl?” She asked, resting her chin on folded hands and looking straight at him. She knew he could not lie to her, at least she would know if he did.

“I told her what I felt I needed to,” was the only response she would get from him before he abruptly got up from his seat and left the table. 

‘Perhaps they are more alike than they realize,’ Lucilla thought.

It was about two days later when Lucilla caught you watching Commodus train, tunic-less mind you, with his praetorian guardsmen in the expansive courtyard. She could see your eyes following his movements, so intensely zoned in on watching that you didn’t even hear her approach.

“He is quite proud of his swordsmanship,” She told you as she stood behind you. You rapidly inhaled and jumped slightly, hand moving up to fall over your racing heart from the scare.

“Gods above! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You harshly whispered over your shoulder at Lucilla, heartbeat steadily calming down from the unexpected interruption. You turn your gaze back to the ongoing spar. Hearing the grunts and exclamations coming from Commodus and his guardsmen was very alluring, along with being able to see the sweat that drips down his exposed body. Even with the feelings of hatred towards you, he was a handsome man. Who could fault you for thinking so? 

“How are things going between you two?” Lucilla asked, coming forward to stand by your right side and face you.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?” You retorted. Head shifting to have Lucilla in your frame of vision. The sounds of the spar fading to the background.

“Commodus… he needs time to trust people. I think Lucius and myself are the only people he truly trusts with every fiber of his being. I wouldn’t take it to heart if he has done anything to upset you,” She explains, left hand coming up to rest gently on your shoulder.

“Do you feel anything for him? In any capacity? Knowing where your feelings stand could help me with giving you proper advice,” Lucilla continues, eyes full of sympathy for your ongoing problem.

“The worst thing about this situation is that I think I do feel some sort of way towards him that isn’t absolute contempt or hatred,” You said, taking a deep breath before you continued.

“I see the way he treats you and Lucius. I see how gentle, kind, and compassionate he can be towards the people he loves. It hurts me to know that I will not receive that same treatment he gives you, because I am simply not someone he loves or will ever love. Even if I desire to be,” You admit your thoughts to Lucilla with a slight tremble in your voice, your true emotions about Commodus rising to the surface of your mind and heart. 

“The wedding is in a month's time, how could I get him to feel some type of way towards me that isn’t pure hate?” You could feel your eyes misting up from the anxiety deep inside you about everything that has and will happen to you because of this arrangement.

The spar in the background was beginning to wind down, both Commodus and his guardsmen started racking their weapons and wiping away their sweat from their hard workout. Turning your head towards the courtyard at the change in noises, you were greeted by a very glorious sight. Commodus, still tunic-less, basking in the rain of cool water being poured over his head. You felt your cheeks burn at the very enticing sight before you. Being able to witness the vision of a dripping wet Commodus with his head tilted towards the sky and his eyes closed was like looking at a god among humans. Lucilla, dropping her hand from your shoulder and turning her head towards whatever had caught your gaze again, was not shocked to see you eyeing her brother. She hid a quiet chuckle behind her hand at the sight.

“You look at him with such wonder in your eyes. I think you enjoy the sight of him more than you let on,” She said, words shocking you out of your trance forcing you to look towards her again.

“Come by my chambers when you’re done here, we will discuss your situation at length,” Lucilla winked at you as she turned and walked away towards the inside of the palace. You faced back towards the courtyard, cheeks still hot from the words said to you and the beautiful visual you had gotten, startled to find that Commodus had been watching you and his sister interact just out of earshot. His piercing cerulean eyes caught yours, but you could not identify what emotion was held in them. Could he tell what you and his sister were talking about? Gods, did he hear? You broke the miniature staring contest between the two of you and rushed towards the location of your temporary chambers, wanting to get away from the awkward situation brewing between you two.

There's the first chapter! I wanted to get back into fanfiction writing for a while now and having little fics about this subby lil man got me kicked into gear! Idk how many chapters it will have, but I am excited for this story to unfold!

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The emperors of rome

Commodus/Geta/Caracalla x fem!reader warning : just golden fluff and sweetness for the three Summary : On the third day, the splendour of Rome shines brighter than ever before. Three emperors from different reigns, all of them have put on the laurel wreath to give you the greatest gift they have - their love info : With Caracalla's comeback, my love for Geta and Commodus, the emperors have been given a day and I wish you only the best dear reader masterlist

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Commodus

His dream of Rome was already there, as soon as he looked at you, everything about the empire was perfect and no doubts could ever reach him. Whenever he saw his love, his empress and the most precious thing he had, he knew that on the day of love in honour of the gods he would also pay homage to their love.

Which began with a public appearance together, his hand holding hers as they gazed at the celebrating people from the palace and greeted, ,,They are all here only for our glorious love...and your beauty" he murmured to her and she felt the kiss on her temple.

The imperial couple travelled to the temple of Eros in a carriage, Commodus' gaze never leaving his wife as he saw her joy at the many flowers he had arranged. ,,A beauty" she said, her fingers touching the many roses and savouring the sweet smell as they walked up the stairs.

But no beauty or sweetness of the temples and gods could have surpassed his love for her, she was his, his greatest possession, ,,A beauty only you can surpass" he whispered to her before engaging her in a kiss before the god. If the gods were watching from Olympus, his love for her would surpass all others and the day of the festival would now be held in her honour.

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Geta

The moment he had taken Rome with his brother, his dream seemed to have been realised, but with the marriage of his empress, the promise of marriage and their togetherness, the blond had found a new love.

A love that the older of the two emperors wanted to live out, especially on the feast day, no gems were too expensive and no gold too little, everything had to be perfect, ,,The gods will see this feast through the light" he promised her as he took her hand and the couple walked into the temple section of the palace.

Normally it would have been the ‘family prayer’ but they formed a family of their own. Though small and just the two of them, he seemed to see the wonder in her gaze, ,,You will sing about it" she agreed, and that she would see the sunlight streaming through the slits and hitting the gemstones.

It seemed as if the imperial couple were surrounded by rainbows as they stood together at the sacrificial altar, ,,And about your beauty in the presence of our union" he whispered to her, running his hand up hers to pull her close and give her a kiss. The gods, blinded by gold, would never know that they were celebrating each other instead of the deities.

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Caracalla

The younger of the two emperors, although less fit, took one thing seriously since he lost his heart. His devotion to his beloved wife, however, was something that hardly anyone would have suspected had they not seen it with their own eyes.

Recognised in public for his eccentric and excited manner, Emperor Caracalla did not seem to leave his wife's side, ,,The gods should worship you!" he suggested on this feast day as he took her hand and held it up in jubilation for all to see.

His smile was rarely so broad and cheerful, he was so excited and affectionate as he was chosen by his brother for the public procession, ,,They should honour us darling" she replied, also making an inviting gesture towards the younger emperor, and the people cheered as the carriage moved on.

The journey to the temple took a few more minutes but they didn't need a temple, Caracalla didn't need gods he would simply worship his wife and make all of Rome worship her, ,,I will always worship you today, forever" he said and gave her a hasty kiss before he couldn't hold back his giggles. He had fallen for her with all his heart.

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Fuck, marry, kill but it’s all Commodus

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Ceo of taking it to my penthouse and freaking it

Lil screenshot from @gorbo-longstocking’s Commodus fic hehe