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Kinktober 2023

Summary: You are a brand new doctor at Arkham Asylum. But Doctor Jonathan Crane doesn't see it that way...

Rating: E

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Jonathan Crane x gn!reader

Warning(s): Kinktober 2023; hate sex; docteur/patient relationship; Dom/Sub; mild violence; old/young relationship; description of smut; description male body; dirty words; sexual tension.

Note: Day 3 of Kinktober, I really enjoyed writing this one. I was thinking about someone in particular, I hope they like it! Also, I wrote this very late at night, and English is not my language, so it's probably full of typos. I hope you will like it.

"Mr. Crane, it's a pleasure to meet you." you say, with false sympathy.

"It's Doctor Crane, for you...”

It took you a while to react, looking into the dark whites of his eyes. You narrowed your eyes slightly and turned your head towards a psychology diploma hanging on the wall. "Excuse me, I think there was a slight misunderstanding here. I am the doctor, and you are my patient." you replied, trying to make him understand that he will have no influence over you.

"On the contrary, child, there is no misunderstanding here. There is, indeed, a doctor and a patient in this room, but you are not the doctor. Do not play games you are too young to play...” What a bastard... Your supervisor had warned you about this challenging case, but nothing could fully prepare you for what he had in store. In situations like this, you knew that the patient had to feel completely comfortable, to have a session that are worth it. And as the same way that Jervis Tetch only responds to Mad Hatter, Scarecrow only responds to Doctor Crane. So be it...

“I call you Doctor, if you do the same for me.” you negotiated. But the idea didn't seem to enchant him so much, as his slender figure moved in the shadows. He was only held prisoner by handcuffs. The Arkham staff had judged that he was not physically dangerous. No. Jonathan Crane's dangerousness came from his intelligence. He was part of this category of rogues who shone for their mental talent. In Jonathan Crane's case, the lack of empathy made him even more hateful.

Scarecrow was staring at your diploma, freshly hung in your new little office. “Doctor?” he called you. "Yes?" you replied naively.

"I would never call you that. You know child, I have been working at Arkham Asylum for twenty years and spent ten years teaching at Gotham Memorial University... I was already working when you were not even a seed in your dear mother’s vagina. Do you really think I'm going to call you «Doctor», a child who is practicing for the first time, and who also occupies my old office?"

“Very well Doctor Crane, I see how it will be, we will resume our session tomorrow. It's enough for today.”

“Need a new strategy or need to learn a little more about your patients? In any case, it's a sloppy job you just did. I would have rated you a little D, and it's not an F, because you knew how to show off this little ass of yours. It’s a great way to distract your patients. I give you credit for that.”

You slammed the door behind you. The guard looks askance at you. You cursed this man. You cursed your colleagues who laughed instead of telling you that your new office once belongs to Doctor Crane. You cursed this place, the only place you could find work at. Cursed be the world. But above all, be curse The Scarecrow!

The next day, you have already drunk at least 13 coffees during the day. Your last patient had been Margaret Pye aka Magpie, named like this for a good reason. She had tried to steal your «Waterman Fountain Pen» the all entire session. Honestly, you’re pretty sure she stole something. Suddenly a noise echoed in your office, your door opened, and there he was. Your face instantly wrinkled in annoyance.

"Good evening child. Are you ready for an enlightening session? I hope we do a better score this time..." Crane's voice, a blend of calm and menace, echoed in the room.

You looked at him as he sat down, a fake smile plastered on your face. Clearing your throat and maintaining a professional demeanor, your talked like nothing had happened yesterday. "Good evening, Dr. Crane. Let's begin. Tell me, how have you been feeling since our last session?"

Crane chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Feelings? Such a quaint notion. I'm more interested in exploring the depths of your psyche. What fears lurk in the recesses of your mind, I wonder?"

You raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to show any sign of discomfort. "We're here to discuss your fears, Dr. Crane, not mine."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong child." Crane replied, his eyes narrowing. "To truly understand the mind, one must be willing to confront their own deepest fears. Don't you agree?"

As he approached again your diploma, undeterred, you pressed on. "Let's focus on you, Dr. Crane. Your obsession with fear and control. How has that affected your relationships with others?"

Crane's smirk widened, as if he had been waiting for this moment. "Ah, relationships. A fragile dance, wouldn't you say? People are so easily manipulated when their deepest fears are exposed. It's a delicate art, really."

You maintained your composure, even if having him so close to you was, indeed, something scary. "Your attempts at manipulation won't work on me, Dr. Crane. We're here to delve into your psyche, not play games."

Scarecrow leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours. "Ah, but child, isn't therapy a game of sorts? A dance of words and emotions? And I, my dear, am an excellent dancer."

You felt a chill running down your spine. His hands were firmly attached to your office chair. But you refused to let it show, no, he will not taste your fear. "Our time is limited, Dr. Crane. Let's focus on your experiences at Arkham and why you find solace in instilling fear in others." The more you talked, the more your disgust for him grew. It was contempt mixed with hatred. You hated him from the depths of your gut. So much hatred was even scary.

"Are you afraid?" He just asked you the million-dollar question. Were you afraid of him? Obviously. But showing it would only make his ego grow, and you couldn't stand this idea. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling a subtle vulnerability you hadn't experienced before.

"We're here to discuss you, Dr. Crane. Your fears, your experiences," You pressed on, your eyes trying to avoid his hypnotic gaze. Crane chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Ah, but my fears are intertwined with the fears of others. The intricate web of the human mind fascinates me." As the confrontation progressed, Crane's psychological manipulation worked its way into your subconscious. The line between doctor and patient blurred, and you found yourself caught between captivation and disgust, by the enigmatic allure of the Scarecrow.

And what was supposed to happen, happened. In no time, your lips were beating against his. Making war on him violently. Your teeth were banging in this sloppy and rough kiss. Effortlessly, he grabbed you by your legs and threw you onto the desk, knocking over whatever objects Magpie hadn't brought with her.

As he leaned over you, you slapped him. This disconcerted him. He almost lost his round glasses. But after having put them back in place, despite the handcuffs which bothered him, he placed one of his hands around your neck. The lack of air made your face turn pale, unlike his, which was becoming more and more red with desire.

"Doctor? You're not a doctor, you're just a big whore. And my diagnosis tells me, the only cure for that, is my cock deep in your fucking hole."

“Go die in hell, demon!” you spat, undoing his striped pants, exposing his long, reddish circumcised member.

"I think I prefer «Master of Fear»." he said before penetrating you without any foreplay. It was certainly painful but having him between your legs was without a doubt, one of the best feelings of your life. As he slipped his cuffed hands behind your head, fucking you missionary, your legs hooked onto his hips.

“For an old doctor, you’re not bad…” you whispered in his ears. “For an ordinary turkey, you look pretty good stuffed with my stuffing.” He'll go to solitary confinement for that one.

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Oh thank you so much @five-miles-over it really means a lot! You know, it's not easy to write in another language. The challenge for me is to keep the english version of my writings as similar as possible from the french draft I first wrote. You know, sometimes some words don't have a translation, or the english words don't suit the sentence like the french one did. So your reblog is very important for me to know if I'm doing everything right and if in the context of the story it makes sense. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words 💕😭✨

“Dagger of Love.”

Summary: "I know today is the day of Julius Caesar's assassination, but technically, Commodus is also a Caesar, and he was also assassinated, whether in the film or in real life. So, I thought I could rewrite it, with a bit of drama, obviously. "

Rating: M

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Established relationship; angst; murder by stabbing; implied description of smut; Emperor/wife relationship; description of female and male bodies.

Commodus was in his lavish room, his mind filled with thoughts of his wife. After a long day of hunting and imprison his enemies and traitors, he could hardly contain his excitement as he waited for her arrival. Commodus was sat impatiently on the edge of his bed, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knee as he waited.

As he reclined on his bed, his eyes roamed over the opulence that surrounded him. The walls were adorned with intricate murals, and the floor was covered in a soft, plush carpet. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of roses, and the soft sound of a lute being played by a musician in the corner.

Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, Commodus could not shake the sense of unease that had been gnawing at him since he had returned to Rome. He knew that his grip on the empire was tenuous, and he was acutely aware of the dangers that lurked around every corner.

But in the company of his beloved, he could forget all his worries and simply revel in the pleasures of the moment. He had spared no expense for her visit, ordering her favorite foods and wines to be served.

As he waited, he couldn't help but think back to the early days of their courtship. She had been so different then - so full of life and passion. But now, after months of marriage, he could sense a distance between them. He wondered if she still loved him as she had once done, or if she had grown tired of him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps getting closer and the young wife walked in, her beauty taking his breath away. She wore a gown of deep red silk, her hair piled high on her head in an elaborate style. He rose to greet her, a smile spreading across his face, she was standing in the doorway.

"My dear," he said, taking her hand and kissing it. "You look more beautiful than ever." She smiled back, but the warmth in her eyes did not reach her lips. Commodus felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly pushed it aside, determined to enjoy the evening with his wife. He took her hand and led her to the bed, where they both sat down.

Commodus poured her a glass of wine, and they both drunk it. Her eyes were trying to escape from his. For some reason she looked nervous, just like the first time they made love, but the young man didn't take this observation too seriously. Commodus leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away slightly, playing the game of desire. He could see the desire in her red cheeks, and he was pleased. He began to caress her face, and she leaned into his touch, all the while hiding the dagger she had concealed under her clothing.

Commodus began to undress her, his hands wandering over her body, the fabric hugging her curves. He moved towards her, his hands reaching out to take her in his embrace. She played along, pretending to be swept away by his passion, but her heart was pounding with fear and anticipation.

When they were both naked, he lay back on the bed, and let her climb on top of him, straddling him as if in surrender. With his right hand, Commodus gripped his young wife's breasts, kneading them fervently. With his other hand, he guided his penis towards her enter, waiting for her to descend on his erected member, full of desire for her. He waited for it and waited, but it never happened.

As he closed his eyes, she carefully pulled the dagger out from under the silk sheets, where she had hidden it before and plunged it into his chest, pushing down with all her strength. Commodus let out a gasp, his eyes widening in shock and pain.

Realizing what she was doing, she let her tears falling to his cheeks. The young woman had concluded that this was the only way to solve all the problems. Kill the husband she once loved so much.

He tried to struggle, but she held him down, continuing to stab him over and over, each stab dedicated to a person whose life Commodus had reduced to hell. He eventually stopped fighting and resigned himself to accept his destiny. She was his beloved wife, the young daughter of a senator, of who he falls in love years ago, when they were both children. He promised to give her the love she never receives from her parents. But he always knew that would eventually lead to his downfall. She was naive and innocent, perfect for him to control, but he also knew that she eventually could be just, loyal and caring for those in need. His father would have probably loved her, more than he had loved his son.

He knew it was only a matter of time before she realized that he wasn't good enough for her. Commodus secretly hoped that that day would never happen. But when he saw Maximus, in the middle of the arena, he knew that at that precise moment he lost his sister and his beloved wife. Commodus also know that this all plan wasn't from his dear wife, but probably from a senator or his own sister Lucilla. He knows that they used his dear dove, because she was the only one that he would have never see it coming from. Now, thinking about it, it was quite predictable.

As his vision blurs, blood running down his jaw, Commodus put one of his hands on her small face. He caressed his young wife's cheek, and in a last breath he smiled. "I-I forgive y-you for everything..."

She rather to close her eyes than confront his gaze and as she continued to stab him, one of her stabs was straight into his heart, and suddenly he lay still. There was only the echo of her cries in the air of the room. The young woman let out a howl of pain, she felt like her heart was going to tear into a thousand pieces. In a fit of rage, she threw her dagger right in the middle of the room. Her weak body caught in the bloodstained silk sheets, made her fall gently to the floor.

Her hands were shaking with the adrenaline and fear. She knew it was the only thing she could do to free Lucilla, Lucius, the senators, Maximus and all of Rome and the empire. Sprawled on the ground, her face was hidden by her arms. The tears continued to flow as the echo of his last words looped through his memory.

Finally having the courage to get up, she approaches the lifeless body of the man who once was the love of her life. She took the little scissors from a gold tray. She took a dark lock of the dead emperor's hair and cut it off. Leaning lightly, she inhaled the scent of his hair, before whispering "In another life, maybe, we could have been happy."

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“Dagger of Love.”

Rating: M

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Established relationship; angst; murder by stabbing; implied description of smut; Emperor/wife relationship; description of female and male bodies.

Realizing what she was doing, she let her tears falling to his cheeks. The young woman had concluded that this was the only way to solve all the problems. Kill the husband she once loved so much.

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sunny-writes-flowers · 1 year

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Working on some few fics with Commodus (Gladiator 2000). I got some ideas I would like to explore.

There are so many amazing deleted scenes. 😭 The movie could be 5 hours long, I wouldn't mind.

#That deleted scene where Commodus hug his father's statue after breaking it with his sword #I think a lot of about #And I find it beautiful #commodus x reader #gladiator #commodus #emperor commodus #fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #gladiator 2000 #joaquin phoenix #my own fic

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“Pieces of broken glass.” Summary: "Commodus had a long day and he longed for nothing more than a bath and a particular young servant."

Rating: E(+18)

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Angst; Explicit description of smut; Emperor/servant relationship; description of female and male bodies.

Commodus had had a long day of meetings and negotiations with his advisors. He was tired and frustrated by their constant bickering and conflicting opinions. As he returned to his chambers, he longed for nothing more than to relax and unwind.

The warm glow of candles flickering against the marble walls, welcomed him. He was still wearing his royal garments, a deep red tunic embroidered with gold thread, and a heavy fur cloak draped over his shoulders. The first thing Commodus did when he enters his room, was to order his servants to fill the large, marble bathtub, with steaming hot water. He watched as they carefully poured vases of water into the marble tub, adding oils and herbs to make the water fragrant and soothing.

With a flick of his wrist, he signaled to his personal servant, who hurried forward and began to undo the buttons of his tunic. The emperor stood still as the servant worked, revealing the rippling muscles of his chest and arms, savoring the cool air on his skin.

Once his tunic had been removed, the servant helped him slip out of his sandals, and then his undergarment, leaving him standing there, naked. Commodus shivered as the servant quickly draped a red bathrobe over his shoulders. Proudly, he entered the bathroom, undressing his red bathrobe, showing his servants his muscular butt cheeks.

Commodus stepped over to the large marble bathtub, already filled to the brim with steaming hot water. He lowered himself into the water slowly, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeped into his bones. The warm water enveloped him in its comforting embrace. The steam from the water rose around him, fogging the mirrors and walls. The air was filled with the sound of the water lapping against his strong legs, as he moves.

He leaned back against the cool marble, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeped into his muscles. He closed his eyes, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissolve. The water scented with fragrant oils. Commodus felt relaxed as he breathes the sweet aroma.

As Commodus relaxed in the warm water, his body was revealed in all its glory. Tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, his skin bronzed by the sun of Rome Coliseum. His arms were powerful, with veins visible beneath the surface, evidence of his strength and prowess as a soldier. His abdomen was strong and well-defined, with the outline of his abdominal muscles visible even when relaxed.

As he leaned back against the edge of the marble, his legs stretched out in front of him, the muscles in his thighs and calves were taut and defined. The water lapped against his skin, accentuating the curves and contours of his body. A thick trace of dark hair ran down from his navel to his crotch. His sex swayed delicately in the eddies of the water.

Despite his physical strength, there was a vulnerability in his demeanor as he soaked in the water, his eyes closed, lost in thought. He was a man burdened by his insecurity and fears, and the simple pleasure of a hot bath was a brief respite from the stress of his rule.

Commodus heard the soft footsteps of a servant approaching. He opened his green eyes to see her. A young girl who had been catching his eye lately. She was standing hesitantly with a vase full of water in her arms.

Commodus smiled at her and gestured for her to come closer, confirming her name. “You may approach.” he said, his voice low and commanding.

The servant stepped forward, her eyes flickering up to meet his before quickly looking away. “Is there anything I can do for you, your majesty?” her voice trembling slightly.

Commodus grinned wickedly. “ Actually, there is something you can do for me. I require a massage to ease the tension in my muscles,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of touching the emperor’s body. The young lady nodded her head obediently, and reached for a glass bottle full of oil, pouring a liberal amount into her small hands.

As she began to work the oil into his skin, starting with his shoulders and working her way down his arms, she couldn’t help but notice how strong and muscular he was. She had heard whispers among the other servants, about his prowess as a soldier, but seeing him up close like this was almost overwhelming.

As she moved down his body, working her way over his chest and stomach, she felt her heart racing. Commodus was enjoying the sensation as much as she was. His nose smelling her hair, as he murmured in her ear “Lower”. His voice low and husky, “Work on my legs.”

She obeyed. She entered the bath delicately, her hands gliding over his thighs and calves, rubbing out the tension in his muscles. She could feel the heat of his body. His firm hand grabs her neck tenderly, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through her veins.

Commodus couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was weak under his touch. It made him feel powerful and desired. But at the same time, he felt a sense of liberation in this vulnerability he was showing. He could let his guard down in a way that he rarely experienced in his daily life. Feeling the tension in his muscles slowly giving way under her touch, the knots of stress unravelling one by one. He let out a small sigh of pleasure, revealing in the sensation of being cared for and tended to.

She dipped a sponge into the water, and began to gently rub the emperor face, cleaning up all the sweat provoked by the hot water. The young servant found herself admiring his green eyes, directly looking at her, his hand still grabbing her neck.

"Come here, girl," Commodus said, pulling her closer. With his fingers, he untied the laces of her dress, leaving her breasts exposed. The dress fluttering around her waist.

"You're a pretty little thing," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Tell me, do you find me attractive?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Highness," she said softly. "I find you very attractive."

Commodus had always been a man of passion, and he knew that he wanted her. The blush rising to her cheeks at the sight of the powerful emperor and her, being naked.

He drew her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his as he kissed her deeply, his lips seeking hers in a frenzy of desire. The servant was overwhelmed by the passion she felt for the emperor, and she responded eagerly to his kisses, her heart beating faster and faster as his hands roamed over her body. Commodus took her in his arms, grabbing her thighs and putting them around his waist. He moved closer to the ledge, laying her on the white marble. Water splashed on the ground, as Commodus moved even closer to her small body.

As he broke the kiss, Commodus pulled her wet dress from around her legs. Sensing her excitement, he looked at her deeply in the eyes. "You like this, don't you?" he said softly.

"Yes, my lord. I... I've always admired you from afar." She replied, caressing his face.

Commodus grinned, his eyes darkening. "Admired me, huh? Is that all?"

"N-no... I-I... Highness, I desire you and I want to be possessed by you... "

He murmured. "And I think you might just be what I need tonight."

With these words, Commodus grabbed with his strong hands, the legs of the young woman and opened them widely, so that he could position himself between. Commodus moved closer to her and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her body. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck. Commodus took his cock in his hand, made some movement on his hard member, to make it even prouder than it already was.

"Moan the name of your emperor, when he has taken you as you so desire." he said, approaching the divine entrance of the young woman.

She straightened her legs a little, and with her fingers, she parted the hairs of her vulva, allowing Commodus to penetrate her unhindered. The young emperor moaned at the pressure his member was under as he entered her. She immediately moaned his name eagerly.

A tear of happiness ran down her face. Commodus' member was thick and curved just enough to touch those most exquisite places on the body. He immediately began to take her vigorously. His movements were erratic, as the bath water flooded the marbled floor. He groaned with pleasure, whispering in the young servant's ear that she was tight and just wet as he liked.

"Harder, highness, harder!" she pleaded to Commodus, her nails clawing at his back with such force that drops of blood ran all the way down to his butt cheeks. And he did, picking up the pace. Only the moans of the young woman and the water were audible in the air. Commodus being a silent lover, contented himself with grunting lightly and breathing hard, his breath warm against her ear.

Her small hands had moved through his dark hair, ruffling it, as pleasure washed over her. Commodus, eyes closed, licked the girl's neck, greedily, feeling in his lower abdomen the pleasure ready to explode.

Not holding back anymore, she knocked over the glass bottle full of oil, next to her, as she spread her legs even further. The emperor's breathing became louder and louder, his moaning became hoarser. A train of saliva dripping from his mouth, as he arched his hips. The thrust was particularly deeper and stronger than the previous ones, making her stutter in surprise, her eyes wide open.

The bottle smashed against the marble, shattering into a thousand pieces, with the same intensity as Commodus emptied himself inside the young girl. Her arms positioned behind her back, holding herself from falling. Her head back against her shoulders, mouth wide open, as she felt Commodus' cum fill her like a fountain.

She called his name, while he eagerly sucked on the nipple of her breast, as if to calm himself down. His large and strong hands, scarred by some injury from the sword's handling, grabbed the young servant's butt cheeks, pulling her closer to his member, as to be sure that no drop could be wasted. Commodus kisses her neck, biting her passionately, just his way of thanking her for the pleasure offered.

He withdrew from her, his cock softening little by little. The emperor plunged back into the water, resting his head against the marble ledge. The young servant felt Commode's semen dripping from inside her as she sits in a more suitable position. And as she was about to enter the water to join him, imagining resting her head on his chest, Commodus closed his eyes. "Bring me some fruit, and the taster." he said, his tone indicating that this was an order.

The euphoria of orgasm descended immediately. Shocked by reality, she understood that no matter what she would say, he would only see her as a servant. A few tears grew on the side of her eyes, as she grabbed her wet dress, Commodus raised his hand to catch her attention.

"Clean up the pieces of broken glass, before you leave..."

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“A vial of colored water.”

Summary: "Commodus heard about an apothecary who was rumored to have some potent aphrodisiacs. He, always eager to try new things, decided to pay the apothecary a visit." Rating: T Statute: One Shot Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader Warning(s): Established relationship; Implied description of smut; Implied threat; rude language; mention of hypothetical pregnancy.

Commodus, rode through the streets of the city, surrounded by his praetorian guard. They were wearing clothes humble enough to not be recognized by anyone, also wearing a hood to cover their faces.

They passed by the grandiose buildings and lavish fountains, but soon they reached the darker and more dangerous areas of Rome. Commodus dismounted his white horse, and continued by walking, always accompanied by his four trusted men.

The streets were narrow and crowded, with merchants and peddlers selling their wares on every corner, lined with brothels and taverns. The smell of smoke and sweat hung heavy in the air. Commodus did not even hesitate to show his profound disgust. How could they live in such condition?

As they walked through the dingy alleys, the stench of filth and decay filled their nostrils. People were huddled together in squalid shanties, and the ground was covered in garbage and mud.

As Commodus watched the plebs, one of his guards patted him on the shoulder, showing him a shop falling into disrepair. The emperor smirked.

The apothecary's shop was dimly lit, with jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes lining the shelves. As soon as Commodus entered, the apothecary, a wizened old man with a long white beard, looked at him with a hard look. "You little piece of shit, if you come to rob me, know that the emperor's guard are on the brothel next door, I just have to shout for them to come!”

Commodus was astonished by the old man's words. One of the guards preceded the emperor and removed his hood. "Poor fool, salute your emperor, instead of acting cowardly!"

And as Commodus lowered his hood, the old man was taken aback, immediately greeting him with a bow. "Your highness, it’s an honor. What can an old man like me do for you?" he asked.

Commodus looked around the shop, sizing up the various herbs and powders on display. Another guard violently pushed the old man out of Commode's passage.

The stench of the shop hit the guards like a wave, they instinctively covered their noses with their sleeves. Commodus, however, seemed unfazed. He strode forward, examining the shelves and jars with interest.

One of the four guards, piqued with curiosity, picked up a few jars, opened them, and sniffed at the contents. He suddenly gagged and Commodus wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It stinks in here, close and put that were it was." he said, turning to the old man.

Then he leaned in close to the apothecary, the old man trembling, and whispered, "I need something special...You know. Something that will... how can I say it... Humm...Put a little fire in my belly and my wife's, if you know what I mean..."

The apothecary nodded, trying to hide his surprise. "Yes, your highness," he replied. "I have a special blend of herbs and spices that is sure to arouse even the coldest of hearts."

The apothecary led them to a small shelf in the back of his shop, where he kept his most potent potions. He selected a small vial and handed it to Commodus. "This should do the trick," he said. "But be warned - it is not for the faint of heart."

Commodus took the vial and examined it closely. It was a deep red color, with a strange and pungent odor. He could feel the apothecary's eyes on him, and he knew he was being judged. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't let the old man see his vulnerability.

"How much?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Five hundred denarius," the apothecary replied.

Commodus scoffed. "That's an outrageous price for a vial of colored water."

"It's not just water," the apothecary said. "It's a concoction of rare herbs and spices, mixed with the blood of a virgin and blessed by the gods themselves."

Commodus rolled his eyes. He knew the old man was trying to scam him, but he didn't care. He had more money than he could ever spend.

"Fine," he said, throwing a bag of coins on the counter. "I'll take it. And if it doesn't work, I'll come back and make you pay with my bare hands."

The shopkeeper bowed low, fear etched on his face. He handed over the jar, and Commodus tucked it into his cloak.

"Come on, let's go," he said to his guards. "This place reeks."

They couldn't help laughing heartily. Commodus pulled his hood back over his dark hair. And as a guard opened the door for him, Commodus looked the apothecary in the eyes one last time. "Selling poison is illegal. But if my wife gives me an heir, I'll overlook the vials I've seen here. I’m I not merciful?" Commodus asked before leaving.

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"Breathless"

Summary: "Commodus watched her hair dancing in the wind, and her figure soaring in the cold of the end of the day. She bet with him that he wouldn't catch her. Well, let’s prove her wrong. "

Rating: M

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Mention of blood (gladiators fighting); Established relationship; light description of female body; light description of SMUT; Some angst (because senators loves dramas; Moderate dirty talk; Fluff.

Commodus sat in his private box at the coliseum, his eyes fixed on the bloody spectacle unfolding before him. He was dressed in the finest clothes, adorned with gold and jewels. Next him, the senators are visibly displeased. They exchange uncomfortable glances and mutter amongst themselves clearly disapproving his way of dressing. A stark contrast to the more modest attire of the senators around him. They were resentful of Commodus lavish display of wealth and opulence, which the senators see as an affront to the dignity and the austerity of the roman public.

Commodus, oblivious to their disapproval, sits with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on the spectacle below. Besides the young emperor, sat his lover, a beautiful and seductive young lady.

As the gladiators fought to the death, in the arena below, Commodus turned to her. “Do you like it my little bird?”

“As always, I will be honest with you. I’m not very fond of it. Isn’t it a little bit barbaric?”

Commodus was surprised with her answer. Lucilla stared at the couple, fearing for some bad reaction from her brother.

“But it’s tradition, my dear,” he protested “The people love it and besides, it’s a way for us to show our power and strength.”

The lady smiled at him. “All I care about is you, all I want is you.”

Commodus was intrigued by her answer. He leaned in closer to her, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Is that so?” he murmured. “And what do you want to do with me, my dearest?”

She smiled seductively. “I want you all to myself,” she whispered. “I want you to forget about this place and everyone on it. I want you to focus only on me.”

Lucilla slowly turned her face focusing on the gladiators again, as she saw Commodus grinned. His heart raced with excitement. “And why don't we leave this place and go somewhere more private.”

The two of them rose from their solid golden thrones, and with Commodus' black paludamenta fluttering in the wind, they left the coliseum.

Some senators were confused, perplexed by the emperor reaction, starting to speculate that maybe he was about to join the gladiators or maybe something displeased him. The rest of the senators were offended by the sudden breach of tradition and etiquette. “He uses most of the gold of the empire for those overdone games, and he have the audacity to leave in the middle of them?!” was indignant senator Gracchus.

“Please, senator, my brother may have something urgent to treat.” Lucilla said, trying to calm the older man.

“Leaving with his mistress, is that an urgent matter to treat?” replied senator Gaius.

“She will soon be married to him,” remembered Lucilla to senator Gaius. “She is not his mistress.”

As they spoked about the emperor, senator Falco left them and the coliseum, to follow Commodus, his praetorian guard and his lady.

As they made their way up to the palace, Commodus’s young lady looked at him with a mischievous smile. “I dare you to catch me before we reach our room.” she said, playfully.

Commodus chuckled. “Way too easy little bird...”

And before Commodus could finish his sentence, she started running up the with stairs, giggling with delight. He quickly followed, leaving his praetorian guard caught out of guard.

The young couple ran through the halls of the palace, their laughter echoing off the marble column. They dodged servants and slaves, Commodus even tossing his heavy armor on the black marble floor, to lighten his load.

The rays of the setting sun lit his face with an orange light. The cold air of the evening caressed his face. For an instant, all disappear. His worries and responsibilities forgotten. His face bright with pure joy. Commodus wished this moment stayed forever on his memory. Everything made him remembered his lost childhood.

Her face, looking behind from time to time, was the only thing that kept the young emperor into reality. Her laugh mixed with his, competed with the sound of the little birds singing outside the palace. Her long white dress, transparent as she ran through the orange light of the end of the day, was dancing in the wind.

She was quick, but Commodus was faster, his long strides quickly gaining on her. They weaved through the grand hallways, past statues they will never know who they were, forgotten by history, jumping into the large fountains, not caring about wetting the marble of the palace floor with their foot.

Commodus finally catching her in a secluded corner of the palace. Breathless and flushed, she looked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in and kissed her, the passion and desire between them palpable.

“Catch me!” Commodus shouted

“Hey! That's not fair!” she replied, trying to run after him as fast as she could, but always staying just out of her reach.

Finally, Commodus burst into their chamber, panting and laughing, he collapsed onto the bed, feeling vivified. “Looks like I won little bird,” he said, a teasing tone on his voice.

“You always do.” She replies finally arriving onto the bed, lying next to the emperor.

Commodus pulled her close to his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. They kissed passionately, their desire growing. She responded running her hands over his chest and down his stomach. Commodus helped her undressing him and lifts her gown, undressing her in return.

As Commodus entered her, she left escapes from her lips an eliciting moan of pleasure. They made love slowly and tenderly, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The sweat due to the effort dripped from Commodus' forehead as he pulled her legs around his waist with the help of his arms. Blood ran down his back, as she clawed at him with all her might, just the way he liked.

“Harder, Commodus, please harder.” She repeated, as her life depended on it.

Commodus eventually came, climaxing with a throaty growl, filling her insides with all the love he could feel for someone.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies sill humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking.

When the young woman finally fell asleep, Commodus got up and left their room. Armed with a knife in hand, in case, he crossed the corridors of the palace, looking for a slave who could bring him something to eat. But instead, he found senator Falco, sitting down, eating grapes.

“So, how did the games end today?”

“You would know, your majesty, if you had stayed until the end, as an emperor should.” senator Falco replies.

“Well, my friend, I couldn’t,” Commodus says, smiling like a child. “I had to satisfy my wife.”

“Duty of every husband, indeed. But as far as I know, you're not married yet. And therefore, your highness, I would advise you to not disrespect the people as you have done. The games were organized by you for them. You used the collected taxes, and the gold of the empire to finance its games. If we continue to spend this money like this, there won't be much left. And what image you give to the people if you don't stay close to them, snubbing them as you snubbed the Greek quarters.”

“You are bold tonight, Falco. Did you forget who you're talking to?”

“No, your highness, that's exactly why I'm warning you. Your enemies are at every corner. We must be careful. They are like snakes ready to bite.”

“Well Falco, the enemy is certainly not in my bed. Good night, Falco. Tomorrow there will be new games. Hope my beautiful wife will like chariot racing...” Commodus said, leaving into the darkness of the night.

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"The voice of the night"

Summary: "Commodus couldn't sleep. Too much stress and anxiety. But a voice soothed him in the cold silence of the night. This voice instantly becomes his nocturnal obsession. "

Rating: T

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, Angst, Drama.

Commodus was walking through the palace halls, feeling restless and unable to sleep. Too much thought consumed him, the fear of the dark was the main cause.

As he passed by one of the chambers, he heard a beautiful voice singing a lullaby. Intrigued, he hides behind the marble column.

As he stood there, he realized that the voice belonged to a young girl maid of his sister. The lullaby she was singing was a sweet and delicate poem about her love for him. Commodus was struck by the depth of emotion and longing in her voice.

He watched as she moved gracefully around the room, cleaning and singing, lost in her own thoughts. As Commodus continued watching, he began to feel a strange sensation in his chest – a warmth that he couldn't quite place.

For a moment, he forgot about all his problems, Maximus and his position as emperor. He was simply a man, watching a beautiful woman singing about him.

But as the lullaby came to an end, Commodus remembered who he was, and quickly left the hallway, hoping that no one had seen him. He knew that his feelings for the maid were dangerous, and that any sign of weakness or vulnerability could be used against him.

As he retreated to his chambers, he couldn’t help but having his heart pounding in his chest. Commodus lay on his bed, like a teen, imagining multiple scenarios where he was the star, the hero. He eventually felt asleep, dreaming about a life where he was loved like he always wanted.

Commodus find himself unable to resist the pull of the young maid voice, and so every night, hide in the shadows, he listens her sweet melodies. The young emperor found himself growing more and more desperate to be closer to her. He longed to smell her perfume, to touch her soft skin, to feel her warmth against his own.

But he knew that he could never reveal himself. So, he stayed hidden. Watching from a distance, his heart aching with longing.

One night, as the maid finished her task, she began to pack up her cleaning supplies, Commodus couldn't resist anymore. He crept closer, careful to stay hidden in the shadows.

As she passed by him, he reached out a hand and brushed it against her arm, just enough to feel the softness of her skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, and then quickly retreated into the dark of the shadow. From that moment on, it was a ritual for Commodus. Unable to sleep without coming to hear the girl singing and getting closer and closer to her without her even realizing it.

But as much he longed for her, he knew that he could never truly have her. She was too pure for someone like him. His hands were stained with blood, his soul consumed by ambition and thirst for power.

And so, he remained hidden in the dark night, watching her getting away in the dark hall, her hair flowing in the cold air. Her silhouette disappearing and Commodus stayed alone, his heart heavy with the weight of his impossible desires.

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"You will never be emperor."

Summary: "Commodus is at an important party, with all the finest of Rome. But a young girl caught his attention. She is the daughter of an important senator. To impress her, Commodus try to humiliate his father, but the emperor Marcus Aurelius ended up be the one humiliating his son…"

Rating: G

Statut: One Shot

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Humiliation, flirting

Commodus stood tall at the entrance of the grand ballroom, his finely-tailored toga draped over his broad shoulders. He surveyed the room with a haughty gaze, taking in the opulence and wealth of the finest citizens of Rome who had gathered to attend the party.

As he moved through the room, he caught the eye of a young woman. She was the daughter of an important senator, and Commodus was immediately struck by her beauty. He strode confidently over to her, his charm and charisma on full display.

"Good evening, my lady," he said, bowing deeply. "What brings you to this fine party?"

She smiled coyly, taking in the handsome figure before her. "I am here to enjoy the festivities, of course," she replied. "And to perhaps make a few new acquaintances."

Commodus leaned in closer, his voice low and sultry. "Well, then allow me to introduce myself. I am Commodus, son of the great Emperor Marcus Aurelius."

Her eyes widened in surprise and admiration. "Truly? You are the son of the emperor? How impressive!"

Commodus grinned, reveling in the attention. He decided to try and impress her even further, and so he began to regale her with stories of his father's weaknesses and failings. He spoke of how he could never understand why the great Marcus Aurelius was so revered, and how he himself would have made a much better emperor.

She listened intently, but a small frown creased her brow. She was uncomfortable with Commodus' words, and sensed that there was something not quite right about the way he was speaking of his own father.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. She looked behind Commodus shoulder and saw, Marcus Aurelius himself. The emperor made his way to both of them.

Commodus stepped forward, a smug expression on his face. "Ah, Father, how lovely of you to join us. Are you here to bask in the glory of your son?"

But Marcus Aurelius' expression was cold and stern. "No, my son," he replied whispering into Commodus ear. The conversation was only and strictly audibled for the three of them. "I am here to remind you of your place. You may be my son, but you are not fit to rule Rome. You lack the wisdom and virtue that are necessary to lead our people."

Commodus' face darkened with rage, but before he could reply, Marcus Aurelius continued.

"You are nothing but a spoiled, entitled child who thinks he can flaunt his privilege and ignore his responsibilities. You will never be emperor, Commodus. Not while I live."

The room was still silent as Marcus Aurelius turned and walked away, leaving Commodus seething with anger and humiliation.

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