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Chris after a successful mission but at a cost

complete

Genre: Angst, eventual Fluff

Recently returned to the Redfield Home

Scent of eaten breakfast wafted through the kitchen as you finished cleaning off the last small plate that was taken off of the table, finally done getting the kids out the door for school that morning. As you were distracted by playing the dishes back into their respective places after drying them, not hearing a door shut silently as boots trailed towards the kitchen.

Suddenly you smelt a strong scent of sweat, tiredness, and danger lingering in the air, a pheromone that always raised your senses, before the person the scent belonged to calmed them as quickly. You felt warm and hot breath on your neck as you turned halfway before you felt thick, buff, warm arm’s wrap around your waist as he leaned his head down within the crook of your neck, as you tilted your head to let him access more before you looked to see the head full of shortened brunette curls and the scruff of a beard against your shoulder.

No words were spoken between you two as he gently held you in the silence of the kitchen. You briefly leaned back against him, as he rubbed his hands along your hips, rubbing small circles.

“Any injuries?” You softly asked, as your words made Chris lift his head and pull it out of the crook of your neck, he simply shook his head with a long exhale.

“None… Any trouble with the kids?” He lowly asked in his deep yet exhausted voice as you could practically feel his exhaustion seeping out of him, with him leaning on you feeling like a heavy weight lifting off of him.

“Not much. Verena almost got into trouble with a boy cause he pulled her hair, but we got that resolved. If he does it again, then she got full permission to do it back to him.” You commented as you felt him briefly tense some at the mention of your daughter in trouble, before he relaxed halfway.

“That boy gonna end with a black eye playing with one of my girls. Parents should have taught him to keep his nasty little hands to himself.” He lightly mumbled as he took a soft inhale of your scent. You eventually turned towards your husband, as he looked down at you taking a small step back.

Giving him a small soft yet pensive look before you spoke. “Baby, you only this clingy when something on your mind…. What happened Chris?” You lowly asked with a gentle tone, as you gently tilted his head up from your neck. You knew your man and every sign of his different moods. He dug his head back, slightly deeper as he sighed before he whispered against your ear.

“….Mission accomplished, but at the loss of a friend… Ethan stayed behind going up in flames with the place. His body was made of mold, already giving up on him entirely. Mia and Rose are both safe and being relocated to a safer home…. I promised to take care of Rose, Ethan’s final wish was for me to take care of her… I keep my promises baby.” Chris spoke with a wistful and sincere tone, always a man of his word, despite the circumstances.

You gently wrapped your arms around his torso, as he continued to lean against you. Softly rubbing his back as a comfort, laying a soft kiss on his ear while gently speaking to him, despite the sadness in your heart at your friend losing her husband. “I know you do….. I’ll go check up on Mia and Rose. I’ll be back for you after I visit her, go shower and get some rest.”

Chris softly grumbled, not wishing to let you go but he knew Mia was going to need someone to lean on, knowing that you cared deeply for the Winters, as Mia and Ethan were family friends. He gently and reluctantly pulled back from you, sending you the address while your phone softly dinged. Softly kissing your forehead as he walked out of the kitchen going upstairs to your bedroom.

The Winter’s New Safehouse

Finish changing from your morning robe to more casual clothing, as your thoughts weighed on you wondering how you were going to approach the situation. After being given authorization to enter the property, due to Chris giving them a heads up and showing your old badge from when you were still in active duty, you continued to drive up the pathway.

Eventually you parked, seeing agents going to and from the house, before you got out of your truck and closed the door and went into the home searching for Mia. Entering the new safe house walking past doctors and who were checking up on them both, as the agents were soon to be leaving.

Mia was sitting on the couch as the other agents were gathering her details of her time being held captive by Mother Miranda, few words pouring out as she was slightly unsure at times while mostly keeping her eye’s on Rosemary. She knew what happened for most days, when the days didn’t bleed into another.

You could see her discomfort as you spoke with a light authoritative tone, knowing they remembered you. “That’s enough…. Take your leave, you have her statement.” They both looked up over at you, seeing you standing in the doorway, finally acknowledging your presence.

One of them stood up about to speak, but the look you gave them as you directed him to the door, made him stop. Simply giving you a nod, before they both walked out, as Mia sighed softly in relief and tiredness as the doctors returned a fussy Rose back to her.

You gently closed the door after all the agents finally cleared out from the house, as Mia was pacing with her restless baby in hand, in a pattern of frantically rocking the baby. Turning back towards her as you walked over before softly stepping to her with a softer voice.

“Mia…. I-…. I’ll put the baby down for a nap…. Eat if the appetite is there, Shower if you have the energy, but you need to rest as the baby does.”

She turned to you with a light unsure look before she looked back to her rose, before speaking just loud enough for you two to hear as she shook her head.“I just got her back… I can’t leave her again….”

You just slowly nodded, knowing she’d be paranoid about leaving her baby again. “You’re not leaving her Mia…. I know you’d never think of doing it, not on purpose. What happened with Miranda-.”

Mia quickly interjected shaking her head. “Don’t…. Don’t say her name… Not around me or Rose, She’s had more time with my own child, than I have…. I can bathe her. I still know how to still function like a normal person.”

You looked to Mia, before you just simply nodded, before softly speaking. “I’ll run the water and get you some food started….. Even if you don’t eat, it’ll be in the fridge for you. I’ll be down here if you need me.

Mia briefly glanced down at Rose who calmed down some while she had nodded. Walking upstairs as she grabbed Rose some clothes while you ran the warm bath for her baby. After filling it to the desired height, you turned the water off before going downstairs and making a quick meal for Mia to eat.

Minute’s later, she walked back downstairs with Rose in hand while you set her a plate down. As she walked over slowly observing the food as it was a harm to her, before you turned back to her. “It’s just food Mia… It’s not gonna hurt you.”

“I know that…” Mia commented in response to your sarcastic comment, pulling a small twitch of your lips as you knew the soft sass from her. Rose stirred some in her mom’s hands before Mia hesitantly but slowly handed Rose to you. You gently held her as you looked down at the girl. “Eat Mia, and I’ll put her down for a nap.”

Eventually after some more asking and coaxing Mia to eat, you gave Rose her bottle and after she fell full, got burped, and changed, the babe was out like a light. You walked upstairs smoothly as Mia actually took a bath after hours of smelling like yesterday, freshly changed and tired. Walking into her Room and laying the baby onto her bed, as she laid beside her. “Thank you….” She softly spoke, as you just gently nodded, before you walked out after securing the home for her.

Back to the Redfield’s Residence

Back to the house after the visit to Mia, you walked back inside, closing the door while starting to walk back upstairs. Letting out a deep sigh as you gathered your thoughts after the emotional visit, as you removed your shoes and walked upstairs.

The kids would be staying over at their Aunt Claire’s house, since she wanted them for the weekend. Eventually you walked into your bedroom as you briefly sat on the edge of it, before hearing hinges swing and steam came out of your bathroom before seeing your husband come out with a towel around his waist. Steam coming off his wet skin, as the water seemed to tantalizingly trace his muscles and lightly stick to the hair along his chest and the hair on his happy trail.

“You done admiring baby? His deep voice roused you beyond measure, as he walked over to you and gave you a slow, deep and loving kiss, while gently pulling you up some as your chest met his, as his other hand softly palmed at the curve of your stomach/ the soft pudge of your stomach/ the firmness of your light toned stomach/ the soft rolls of your plump belly as he trailed his kisses down from your jawline and neck.

Soft chuckles poured from your lips as his playful energy was slowly uplifting yours as he could tell on how you slightly slumped back onto the bed after the thoughts of Mia’s days would be feeling slow and overwhelming for her without her Ethan to help her, knowing they softly gnawed at you some as you came home back to your husband. He knew you could deal with it, soldiers grow accustomed to the thoughts of eventful aftermath, but they don’t process the tragic ones in the best way.

Softly kissing along your torso as he sat kneeled before you, before you gently caught his chin and tilted his head up as you beckoned him back up from the ground as he stood up and placed on some boxers sitting the towel aside. Laying on the bed next to you was his reward and his sense of peace that he was allowed without punishment of it being taken from him.

Softly running your hands through his damp hair as he laid his head within your lap as he softly kissed along your thighs and legs. After a while he let you up to shower, minutes go by as you return in your night robe and bonnet, as you two slipped under the covers cuddling as you laid on his chest as he rubbed your back. Two souls intertwined laying together and cuddling as they embraced one another’s warmth, knowing that together they could face the day’s challenges that come with their life.

Author’s note: I hope that you enjoyed. First time writing fluff and angst and hope I did well. Have a lovely day 🩶 - Lazy Nae

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Pretty Ladies…. Anyone?

Anyone interested in this ⬇️?

Ps: Chris Redfield fic will be out by tomorrow/ Johnny Storm might be next.

Chris Redfield: Angst and Fluff

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Update: To see which one appeals more before the poll closes, I made small snippets of what I’ve wrote so far.

Snippet of the intimacy one

Complete angst and fluff

Sorry if theirs any mischaracterization. Just now watching gameplay and movies for him to make it more accurate.

May I have your attention….

We all here? Okay….

How we feel about a Chris Redfield X Black reader???

Chris would be this guy👇

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Chris Redfield X Black/Poc Reader

Authors note: a little snippet for the angst and fluff story. When you see / insert/insert/insert/ 'it's options to how you would view yourself into the story, instead of me just making a singular choice for you. Hopefully it's a little more inclusive as I would like.

Chris after a successful mission but at a cost.

Recently returned to the Redfield Home

Scent of eaten breakfast wafted through the kitchen as you finished cleaning off the last small plate that was taken off of the table, finally done getting the kids out the door for the day they would spend with your sister. As you were distracted by playing the dishes back into their respective places after drying them, not hearing a door shut silently as boots trailed towards the kitchen.

Suddenly you smelt a strong scent of sweat, tiredness, and danger lingering in the air, a pheromone that always raised your senses, before the person the scent belonged to, calmed them just as quickly. You felt warm and hot breath on your neck as you turned halfway before you felt thick, buff, warm arm’s wrap around your waist as he leaned his head down within the crook of your neck, as you tilted your head to let him access more before you looked to see the head full of shortened brunette hair and the scruff of a beard against your shoulder.

No words were spoken between you two as he gently held you in the silence of the kitchen. You briefly leaned back against him, as he rubbed his hands along your hips, rubbing small circles. He only came in this silent when something happened, the slight far away look in his eyes says it all.

“Any injuries?” You softly asked, as your words made Chris lift his head and pulled his head out of the crook of your neck, he simply shook his head with a long exhale as you brought his attention back.

“None… Any trouble with the kids?” He lowly asked in his deep yet exhausted voice as you could practically feel his exhaustion seeping out of him, with him leaning on you feeling like a heavy weight lifting off of him. Your presence always managed to bring him some solace, same as your kids and his friends often did as well.

“Not much. Verena almost got into trouble with a boy cause he pulled her hair, but we got that resolved. If he does it again, then she got full permission to do it back to him.” You commented as you felt him briefly tense some at the mention of your daughter in trouble, before he relaxed halfway as you gently rubbed his hand.

“That boy gonna end with a black eye playing with one of my girls. Parents should have taught him to keep his nasty hands to himself.” He lightly mumbled as he took a soft inhale of your scent. You eventually turned towards your husband, as he looked down at you taking a small step back, enough room for you to not have him leaning any weight on you. He did bring his head back down into your neck, as you felt his facial hair brushing against it.

“Baby, you only this clingy or distant eyed when something on your mind…. What happened Chris?” You lowly asked with a gentle tone, as you gently tilted his head up from your neck. You knew your man and every sign of his different moods. Even through all these years of being a hardened, trauma ridden, precise and focused soldier, he still didn’t hide his emotions well in his eyes at times.

Edit: Complete angst and fluff

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Chris Redfield X black/poc reader

Little snippet of the fic

AN: When you see / insert/insert/insert/ 'it's options to how you would view yourself into the story instead of just making a singular choice for you. Hopefully it's a little more inclusive as I would like.

Chris before mission

At the Redfield Residence

Harsh and thundering downpour coming down outside, as if the sky could tell of Chris’s future mission that would loom down on his mind for the next few days. Having the mission assigned to him, briefing the team, relaying the mission, and preparing for it mentally, not only physically. As every mission he was given at B.S.A.A, he always gotten them complete, but somehow his partners/ someone from his team always was the price he had to pay.

Yet fate seems to act as a funny thing with one of his partners. Only one partner has been able to survive every mission, every up and down with him. From ex-partner on the field, who magically survived their encounters and even the bad luck Chris seems to bring onto his partners, to his partner until death do you both apart from one another. Seem’s fate is deciding to stay far from you….for now I suppose, it eventually will come for you through death, or by you being missing.

As it thundered once again outside, as the dark clouds loomed over your countryside home and harsh rain continued to fall down like bullets upon BOW’s, while you continued to make dinner for you and your husband. Kids out spending time with their Aunt Claire, until Monday, when they have to get picked up, both have you two some free time. Floorboards upstairs creaked some, as you could practically feel the weight of your husband walking on them as he was probably coming back downstairs after finishing a call with the job.

Standing over the stove as the oven fan blowed silently, wafting the scent of mingling spices that laid on and fully absorbed into the southern dish that was Jambalaya, as you took a fork and stuck it into one of the sausages, giving it a soft blow before bringing it to your full/thin/thick/plump/ pouty lips as you let the warm flavors rest on your tongue as you softly chewed before nodding.

“Yep…did my big one, again. Damn food gooda’ than a motha’.” You lowly commented, as you gave yourself some praise, halfway aware of your husband standing in the doorway due to your training, but more distracted by the food more than anything. You turned the stove eye’s off, before walking over to the sink to quickly wash the fork and set it aside, before sitting the pot on the table and covering it.

His slow and precise footsteps walked into the dining room, as you spared him a quick glance. “I spot something that looks far more appealing than the food, Mrs. Redfield…. Now the question is, am I allowed a bite, before I’m sent off?” His low bass voice caressed your ear, as he leaned down to be level with your neck as he softly rubbed your lower back.

His other hand was on your waist, rubbing small circles while his eyes darkened as they trailed up and down your brown/ebony/ light brown/ dark brown/ sun kissed/ olive/ skin, as it was beneath the sundress/nightrobe/ oversized shirt/ moomoo/ kaftan/ that just tempted him beyond measure. The rain at that moment decided to fall harsher than before, as if the weather could sense the tension in the air.

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May I have your attention….

We all here? Okay….

How we feel about a Chris Redfield X Black reader???

Chris would be this guy👇

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His prize

Marcus Justus Acacius X Black/POC Reader

Author’s note: When you see ‘/ insert/insert/insert/‘ it’s options to how you would view yourself into the story instead of just making a singular choice for you. Hopefully it’s a little more inclusive as I would like. Sorry for it being short.

Things to note: Mentions of violence and death, fluff I guess…

Part 1: His return / Part 2: His cleansing

PART 3: His respite

Synopsis: The General returning to his wife’s arms in bed and finally allowed rest the way he yearned for - Hope you enjoy.

°°°°·..·°¯°·._.🎀 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂a 🎀._.·°¯°·..·°°°°

The sparks from sharp metal clashing together, iron scent swept through the air as trails of blood cried out from the ground as it greedily drink the crimson fluid, grey smoke wafted through the air as it entangled with the clouds, in a dark and ever succumbing day, almost as parallel strokes on a very damaged and ruined canvas, bit by bit being torn of it’s worth as the lands became desecrated by weapons of great power and great strength of the men who carried the steel.

Acacius quickly sliced his sword through the air, narrowly missing his nearly newest victim, who quickly cowered backwards begging for mercy at the feet of the Roman ‘scum’. The General however found no need for mercy. The sooner this campaign was done, and everyone in the way of Rome’s plans were slaughtered and laid waste back into the lands of Hades, then quicker he would be back alongside his wife.

Soon he would finally be allowed to return to his rest, his peace in this cruel world, his sense of belonging and self, whenever he wasn’t unleashed onto other lands who opposed his maddened twin emperors, as he was treated as a hunting dog. His heart ached in sorrow to be doing what the Emperor’s commanded. Yet he was a soldier, a man made to be following orders, until he was in the position to be giving them unto his men. The campaigns were not of what he wanted, nor did they comply to what he wished, but in the eyes of Rome and her council, what was obligated to be done to those who oppose her expansion and need for further glory.

He quickly, and with fury in his eyes and within his body, laid the ‘scum’ down with a swing of his cold and crimson drowned steel blade, finished off the very next body that would continue to lay the foundations of Rome’s glory and expansion. He plunged the sword deep within the man’s chest, as another soul was sent to hades while the cries full of woe, anguish and resentment mingled in the smoke filled air as his soldiers began burning the slain bodies of the men and boy’s who dared stand against Rome’s war dog and his ambition.

He stood tall to his full and formidable height, as he observed the next land that was laid barren, as it was tainted with the blood of the rebels who thought they must have been blessed by Mars to have stood against the Roman Army. He took long and tired, yet mighty, strides back towards his soldiers who commanded and warranted the women and children to their knees as their distraught voices filled the air in a chilling symphony. One that would have earned a sharp, mocking and demeaning laughter from his Emperor’s.

He took a moment to search along the pleading, firm, and distraught faces before he glanced to his soldiers, before barking out in a loud and almost bitter voice as tired laced his words,

“I claim this city, in the name of its Emperors, and Rome’s Glory. Vae Victus.”

He raised a hand in the order to burn the rest of the fallen, as his soldiers tossed torches over the body of the dead as they were soon to be ash or buried in days after their leave.

“Woe to the conquered.” A nearly silent sentence fell from his lips, as he held a near reluctant grimace before painting the cold and unfazed looks back onto his grime and blood covered face. Hoping this would be the last time to raise a sword against another man, woman, or boy who stood against Rome, a last time to paint the lands with blood, destruction and tears of the scorned who couldn’t have their vengeance if the gods said so. The final time to ever leave the side of his beloved, years stolen from them to be together, all because of two selfish boys who dared call themselves Emperors.

Even the lowly, Emperor Commodus held a sliver of more honor in his bones, than they did in their breathing bodies, and Commodus was a very disliked Emperor.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Timeskip •°*”˜.•°*”˜

- Continuation from Part 2 -

After you listened to him for the next few moments, as he finished recalling his experiences during the campaign, feeling the woe of his own journey lifting while you softly whispered words of comfort to him and after you shared your few tales of your own, while he was off, and you had to tend to the household. Every few minutes a soft chuckle would escape his lips, as your tales warmed his heart and moved it away from the worries of battle, even if temporary.

After you both sat in a comfortable silence as you gently kissed one another with the soft hint of honey on your full lips while the strong taste of wine was on his lips as he reached for your brown/ light brown / dark brown/ soft brown waist, pulling you close as he desired. You both stayed for a few moments, enjoying the others presence until you left the bath, got dressed in tunics and him grabbing his armor and your previous evening wear as you both retired to your chambers for the night in the arms of another.

You passed your servants quarters as your soft conversation flowed through the halls lowly, a melody that was unsung ever since he first left. He held your waist in a firm yet delicate manner, as if even the hardest of touches would harm you, which he couldn’t bear, not even a single scratch laid against your flesh would ever be laid again.

Eventually, as you two reached your chambers, he gently pulled you inside by your hips. His armor laid out onto the table and your evening wear placed aside on the chaise lounge chair, before he gently pulled you along to the bed, which gained a soft chuckle from your plump/ thin/ full lips. The soft silk of the bedding that would soon be fully warmed in the presence of two bodies, instead of half warmed in its usual solitude of one body against it.

He gently placed kisses along your jawline, lips eventually back to your neck, but you gently caught him by his soft curls, making the General obey, instead of him barking out an order. Seems even the hardened soldier, held a man beneath wishing of love, stability, and everlasting peace from the one who holds his devotion and eagerly returns it.

“Darling as much as I would care to indulge alongside with you, we both have to abstain till morning. The children and bound to wake and I have no desire to place them back to sl-..” Your halted words caught in your throat as Marcus quickly cut you off by pulling you down by your hips, as he quickly attacked your lips with a breathtaking, and nearly intoxicating kiss, as he let out a warm and deep timbre growl, no longer wishing to hear.

Many years spent in a world far away and distant from the one you grew accustomed to when you had married him, had turned the general into a man starving for a sense of gentleness, but in return all he was molded into a man who knew how to take and give as he much as he received in turn of retaliation. And based on the firm yet determined grip he held on your full/ thin / plump/ hips wasn’t much to deter him from your resistance, rather giving him more confidence to take as much as you would give.

“Amor Aeternus, please don’t deprive me of the right to worship you as I have been ordered to do by my vows, the desire within my soul, and need within my heart and mind. Give the order for me to be allowed to worship you as you should have been in my time of absence, and I shall obey your command….” He asked in a near warm and hushed baritone voice against your earlobe, as he kept a near vice grip around the brown/ copper/ bronze/ hazel skin of your hips and waist.

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Amor Aeternus = Eternal love

Vae victus = Woe to the vanquished

Hope you enjoy, despite how short it was.🩶

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His prize

Marcus Justus Acacius X Black/POC Reader 3

Author’s note: When you see ‘/ insert/insert/insert/‘ it’s options to how you would view yourself into the story instead of just making a singular choice for you. Hopefully it’s a little more inclusive as I would like. Sorry for it being short.

Things to note: Mentions of violence and death, fluff I guess…

Part 1: His return / Part 2: His cleansing

PART 3: His respite

Synopsis: The General returning to his wife’s arms in bed and finally allowed rest the way he yearned for - Hope you enjoy.

°°°°·..·°¯°·._.🎀 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂a 🎀._.·°¯°·..·°°°°

The sparks from sharp metal clashing together, iron scent swept through the air as trails of blood cried out from the ground as it greedily drink the crimson fluid, grey smoke wafted through the air as it entangled with the clouds, in a dark and ever succumbing day, almost as parallel strokes on a very damaged and ruined canvas, bit by bit being torn of it’s worth as the lands became desecrated by weapons of great power and great strength of the men who carried the steel.

Acacius quickly sliced his sword through the air, narrowly missing his nearly newest victim, who quickly cowered backwards begging for mercy at the feet of the Roman ‘scum’. The General however found no need for mercy. The sooner this campaign was done, and everyone in the way of Rome’s plans were slaughtered and laid waste back into the lands of Hades, then quicker he would be back alongside his wife.

Soon he would finally be allowed to return to his rest, his peace in this cruel world, his sense of belonging and self, whenever he wasn’t unleashed onto other lands who opposed his maddened twin emperors, as he was treated as a hunting dog. His heart ached in sorrow to be doing what the Emperor’s commanded. Yet he was a soldier, a man made to be following orders, until he was in the position to be giving them unto his men. The campaigns were not of what he wanted, nor did they comply to what he wished, but in the eyes of Rome and her council, what was obligated to be done to those who oppose her expansion and need for further glory.

He quickly, and with fury in his eyes and within his body, laid the ‘scum’ down with a swing of his cold and crimson drowned steel blade, finished off the very next body that would continue to lay the foundations of Rome’s glory and expansion. He plunged the sword deep within the man’s chest, as another soul was sent to hades while the cries full of woe, anguish and resentment mingled in the smoke filled air as his soldiers began burning the slain bodies of the men and boy’s who dared stand against Rome’s war dog and his ambition.

He stood tall to his full and formidable height, as he observed the next land that was laid barren, as it was tainted with the blood of the rebels who thought they must have been blessed by Mars to have stood against the Roman Army. He took long and tired, yet mighty, strides back towards his soldiers who commanded and warranted the women and children to their knees as their distraught voices filled the air in a chilling symphony. One that would have earned a sharp, mocking and demeaning laughter from his Emperor’s.

He took a moment to search along the pleading, firm, and distraught faces before he glanced to his soldiers, before barking out in a loud and almost bitter voice as tired laced his words,

“I claim this city, in the name of its Emperors, and Rome’s Glory. Vae Victus.”

He raised a hand in the order to burn the rest of the fallen, as his soldiers tossed torches over the body of the dead as they were soon to be ash or buried in days after their leave.

“Woe to the conquered.” A nearly silent sentence fell from his lips, as he held a near reluctant grimace before painting the cold and unfazed looks back onto his grime and blood covered face. Hoping this would be the last time to raise a sword against another man, woman, or boy who stood against Rome, a last time to paint the lands with blood, destruction and tears of the scorned who couldn’t have their vengeance if the gods said so. The final time to ever leave the side of his beloved, years stolen from them to be together, all because of two selfish boys who dared call themselves Emperors.

Even the lowly, Emperor Commodus held a sliver of more honor in his bones, than they did in their breathing bodies, and Commodus was a very disliked Emperor.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Timeskip •°*”˜.•°*”˜

- Continuation from Part 2 -

After you listened to him for the next few moments, as he finished recalling his experiences during the campaign, feeling the woe of his own journey lifting while you softly whispered words of comfort to him and after you shared your few tales of your own, while he was off, and you had to tend to the household. Every few minutes a soft chuckle would escape his lips, as your tales warmed his heart and moved it away from the worries of battle, even if temporary.

After you both sat in a comfortable silence as you gently kissed one another with the soft hint of honey on your full lips while the strong taste of wine was on his lips as he reached for your brown/ light brown / dark brown/ soft brown waist, pulling you close as he desired. You both stayed for a few moments, enjoying the others presence until you left the bath, got dressed in tunics and him grabbing his armor and your previous evening wear as you both retired to your chambers for the night in the arms of another.

You passed your servants quarters as your soft conversation flowed through the halls lowly, a melody that was unsung ever since he first left. He held your waist in a firm yet delicate manner, as if even the hardest of touches would harm you, which he couldn’t bear, not even a single scratch laid against your flesh would ever be laid again.

Eventually, as you two reached your chambers, he gently pulled you inside by your hips. His armor laid out onto the table and your evening wear placed aside on the chaise lounge chair, before he gently pulled you along to the bed, which gained a soft chuckle from your plump/ thin/ full lips. The soft silk of the bedding that would soon be fully warmed in the presence of two bodies, instead of half warmed in its usual solitude of one body against it.

He gently placed kisses along your jawline, lips eventually back to your neck, but you gently caught him by his soft curls, making the General obey, instead of him barking out an order. Seems even the hardened soldier, held a man beneath wishing of love, stability, and everlasting peace from the one who holds his devotion and eagerly returns it.

“Darling as much as I would care to indulge alongside with you, we both have to abstain till morning. The children are bound to wake and I have no desire to place them back to sl-..” Your halted words caught in your throat as Marcus quickly cut you off by pulling you down by your hips, as he quickly attacked your lips with a breathtaking, and nearly intoxicating kiss, as he let out a warm and deep timbre growl, no longer wishing to hear.

Many years spent in a world far away and distant from the one you grew accustomed to when you had married him, had turned the general into a man starving for a sense of gentleness, but in return all he was molded into a man who knew how to take and give as he much as he received in turn of retaliation. And based on the firm yet determined grip he held on your /full/ thin / plump/ hips wasn’t much to deter him from your resistance, rather giving him more confidence to take as much as you would give.

“Amor Aeternus, please don’t deprive me of the right to worship you as I have been ordered to do by my vows, the desire within my soul, and need within my heart and mind. Give the order for me to be allowed to worship you as you should have been in my time of absence, and I shall obey your command….” He asked in a near warm and hushed baritone voice against your earlobe, as he kept a near vice grip around the brown/ copper/ bronze/ hazel/ skin of your hips and waist.

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Amor Aeternus = Eternal love

Vae victus = Woe to the vanquished

Hope you enjoy, despite how short it was.🩶

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Commodore Norrington

James Norrington X Black reader/ Tia Dalma daughter

I need to get better at making these photos Christ…

Authors Note: I’m still kind of new to this and haven’t watched the movie in a bit. Forgive me for the inaccuracies that may be there. Hope you enjoy the excerpt.

Genre: Enemies to something else, close proximity, abandoned to be rescued, forbidden, I guess..

SUMMARY: You’re a ‘honorary’ pirate on Jack's ship, who has managed to catch the disgruntled commodores attention. Jack gets into a sticky situation and noticed Norrington's intrigue with the daughter of Calypso and Davy Jones(You), and Jack ends up using you as a bargaining chip, to get off and Norrington surprisingly accepts. After Jack gets enough hassle from the crew, especially Turner and Gibbs, they decided to go rescue you from Norrington’s clutches.

“Damn you Jack Sparrow! You matted dreads, syphilis havin’, bastard! I hope Davy Jones locker awaits you!”

Harsh words that fell from my lips as my accent lingered and wrapped around every word. Here I was getting pulled away in cuffs as I thrashed around in the Navy soldiers arms, while Sparrow goes and saves his own skin, while leaving me behind to be taken to a cell on a Navy ship.

I continued to thrash violently in the men’s arms as they had to continuously drag and halfway pick me up to even move me from my nearly steady stance, as I spit nearly more insults in Jack’s direction as the black pearl quickly sailed. Her black sails, her flag, and my chance of freedom sailed off with her.

Eventually, the man managed to move me as one harshly pulled me from my feet, before tossing me into their arms halfway as they pulled me into Norrington’s office, roughly dropping me into a chair. “Woman, stay put until Commodore Norrington finds out what to do with you.” The navy soldiers arms dressed in his uniform said halfway exasperated, as he quickly walked out and closed the double doors as he locked them with a deafening and hopeless Click.

I sat in the chair looking around for nearly anyway else out of that room. It seemed the ocean could tell how I felt as the waves crashed harshly against the side of the ship, causing the ship to groan and rock in a nearly tilting away. I expected to be placed into a dungeon, not into an office. Any other pirate would be quickly hauled into the cell, not even spared a second glance. Hell, I wasn’t even a damn pirate, I was just along the ship since I decided to go this once, without my mother.

Anger, frustration, and nearly hopelessness swirled around forming a deep pit in my stomach, as I continued to look around, hoping magically something would appear to help. Maybe even a sign from the sea itself, except the oncoming storm.

But Nothing.

Not one opening, except a window which I knew wouldn’t open. Can’t find a door to escape, nor am I going into the sea. Even if I did manage to get away from this gun powdered, pride, and wig powder smelling ship, I know that the sea would only halfway favor me as it does my mother, as I don’t have the breathing ability of my Father to call my own. Daughter of a goddess and sea omen, yet here I sit powerless awaiting judgment of a obeying and lawful, ‘righteous’ man.

Norrington’s Pov

The court would have my head for letting a unrighteousness sea dog escape back into the waters, especially all in exchange for a woman. I could always find Jack, no matter how much chasing and failing that the journey would take, I could always return him back into my grasp to be imprisoned and dealt away with.

But…. I couldn’t do the same with this woman. She was different, down to her very essence. She seemed like the filthy scum that she was aboard the ship, but I can only put off this curiosity for so long. Either I throw her into the cell after this meeting, or I make her stay at my side one way or another.

This infatuatio- No, not infatuation. She is a pirate and a bad thing, she deserves the same treatment as I do the other sea pest.

I dug into my pocket as I took out my keys, staring down at the bronze as I pushed down my thoughts, as the cold and firm expression returned to my face as I pushed out a sharp exhale past my teeth. I placed the key into the keyhole, as I finally decided to face my new captive. The key clicked into place, as I pushed opened the doors of my office, as they slammed behind me bringing her attention to me.

Her sitting in the chair that I usually had my guests sit in, not my prisoner, nearly made me wish to rethink my choice and venture after Jack. My boots clicked against the groaning wood of my ship, as I pulled my chair out and sat across from the seawitches offspring, as I pulled my chair out and sat up in it.

I carefully assessed her, from her bronze sun kissed skin, her hair that reached her waist as it sat locked together just as she would be if I couldn’t get it together, bound and help up in jewels, shells and beads, while her dress seemed to be made of different fabrics that were rich in color and long in length. A silver locket that hung around her neck, along with a silver necklace.

Her frame sat up halfway in the chair as I could see the emotions that warred within her as I looked to her eyes, that seemed to halfway weary and cautiously met my own. Her chest and hips were full and soft, as was the soft pudge of her stomach that I could see through the fabric- I quickly averted my eyes, despite her being associated with scum, she is still a lady deserving of some respect, not my ogling.

“For you to be associated with sea dogs, you would have made a fine lady, despite a status. If only you didn’t surround yourself with such filth such as Sparrow.” The disgust in my tone was halfway inevitable, but something else was in there. My words lacked their usual bite when I spoke to Jack. She may already have me under her spell.

Hopefully you enjoyed, it’ll be back soon hopefully- Lazy-Nae

Note: I’m working on the part 3 of my Lotr/The Hobbit X black reader, along with my Van Helsing fic. I’m also planning on making fics based on the prompts that I made. Also, a Targaryen X Velaryon reader as well hopefully if it’s well liked.

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Lost and Cold

Count Vadislaus Dragulia

Count Dracula X Black/Poc Reader

Authors Note: I’m sorry for not getting back to this sooner. Consider this a small update to the story even if it’s not much. Hope you enjoy. First one in case you wish to read first.

Word Count: 853 Words in total.

You never imagined that you would be halfway across the world, away from your home’s comfort, with your friends on a journey to Dracula’s castle. You truly didn’t believe it, and begged their white horror movie character thinking behinds not to go, but in the end, they persuaded you because of your slight infatuation with vampires.

You know that they might have used it against you due to your constant rewatching of Sinners, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Vampire in Brooklyn, etc. You might learn about them and watch ‘em, but that don’t mean you wished to be turned just like ‘em….

Unless that Vampire is Michael B. Jordan, (Shoutout Ryan Coogler) Showed you something you didn’t even know that you were missing.

You all got settled into your rooms of a countryside inn, before taking naps, as the jet lag hit you harder than Klaus did Elena.As you slept your usually pitch black dreams actually turned into a peculiar one….

A dream of soft classical music in a ballroom, with soft candlelight hanging from chandeliers shining softly on you, a bronze colored ballroom dress that matched your skin and showed some cleavage, and white heels and gloves included. Your masquerade mask was the finishing detail. Yet your outfit wasn’t the focus of your thoughts in the dream….

Your dance partner was… his thick and heavy Romanian accent similar to the ones you heard earlier as you arrived, but a richer tone, more…elegant and older.

You waltzed in his arms, a feeling that felt familiar yet so foreign as he was, similar to a distant memory. Your footwork matched along with his as a pattern that you’d written or seen a thousand times. In his arms you felt lighter, as if gliding across the dance floor as the softness of the dress twirled lightly with you.

“At long last, you’ve returned dragă (dear/darling)… how my lost soul has yearned for yours to return and fill what was lost with you… We shall be together… soon, as long as you give what was always mine.” He whispered sensually for only your ears to catch, as it seemed only you two were in the ballroom.

He stopped waltzing as he dipped you in front of the mirror with a soft gasp leaving your parted full lips, your neck bared and vulnerable to him as your heart once was, yet that wasn’t his target.

His soft pink lips, lightly trailed from your neck to your collarbone as it ignited a lost yet familiar warmth beneath your skin. It scared you slightly as you didn’t know who he was, or even if you did, you didn’t remember… None of this was.

He laid a final kiss to your chest….where it lay beneath, what he truly desired to have once again…

“It will not be long until you return to my cold and undying embrace…. Rest, Eternitatea este tot ce ne-a mai rămas (Eternity is all we have left)….” He drawled as his longing caressed every words that fell from his lips as if a melody from ever soothing wind chimes.

They roused a soft warmth within your chest, yet you were pulled back to the moment as you actually gazed into the mirror seeing your dance partner held no reflection, before you tilted your head and gasped in disbelief and fear as you saw the fangs that lightly grazed your chest.

The same fangs that softly caressed your bronze skin moments ago, was the very same that were softly nipping on your chest as he met your eyes with a soft teasing, yet wanting look.

“Your infatuation with my kind was not a sudden bloom placed within you, Inima mea(My heart)…. It had only grown over our time spent away.” He lowly spoke into your ear, while you halfway resisted the urge to absolutely sock him, even though you were halfway processing the situation .

“…You occupy your thoughts with cretins, charlatans, shams… A shame, you’ve seem to have forgotten that you have the realest monster at your every beck and call, I’ll have to remind you of how your lover is beyond realer than any fiction.”

You quickly jolted from your sleep as sweat coated your skin, almost reminding you of his coldness that seemed to chill you beyond anything. Nearly as cold as the approaching, biting and rigorous winter that was soon upon the country. You glanced seeing that your bonnet was on the ground, and leaned over and picked it up and shook it some before placing it onto your head.

As you peeled the covers back about to go about taking a shower, before heading out with your friends. You noticed a hickey on your chest that seemed rather fresh. “What the helly? That dream far too damn real, something done actually laid a hickey on me…. Damn, did I get hit by a succubus or some ish?” You spoke beyond confused.

Then you thought back to your dreams and remembered the man trailing kisses along your chest. His words that seemed to echo within your mind.

“…. you’ve seem to have forgotten that you have the realest monster at your every beck and call… What would this dream monster, whatever he is, mean by that, you thought as you slowly made your way to the bathroom, as your friends remained asleep halfway in the floor.

“We still have to go to Dracula’s castle about three for the tour… Seems that I’ll have to return my thoughts to this dream man later.” You softly mused as you went to prepare and get ready.

Quite note: I’m still working on Norrington’s story, hopefully it’ll be out soon. Along with a few thoughts that may come soon.

Any characters you would like for me to write a black/ Poc reader with??

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Should I write a story with William turner from POTC or Norrington? With a black/poc reader, of course.

William Turner

James Norrington

For William story it would be if the reader would be Elizabeth, after William took his heart out and became the captain of the Flying Dutchman, and he would come onto land once every ten years, and spend time with her. Maybe a fluff fic, or a smut one.

For Norrington, you would be a pirate on Jack’s ship, who has managed to catch his attention. Jack gets into a situation and noticed Norrington’s infatuation, and ends up using you as a bargaining chip, to get off and Norrington accepts. A little while after Jack gets enough hassle from the crew, they decided to go rescued you.

I’ll finish my Van Helsing fics soon hopefully..

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Thing to post while I try and ram my brain on how to continue my Van Helsing and Dracula posts

A incomplete story I wrote a while ago without a name.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy hopefully. Not proofread and sorry for it being so long. Might Continue if it gets past 20 likes.

After work the nights would always be like clock work. I would walk out of the hospital exhausted, and head to my car taking my keys out of my purse almost dropping them, but clutched them tightly. I continued walking and clicked the unlock button before opening the drivers door and placing my purse in the passengers seat before getting into the drivers seat and closing the door.

I locked my doors and took a moment to sit before I took my keys placing them into the ignition with the car roaring to life before I turnt on my ac and set it to heat giving the car a few moments to warm up sitting in silence.

After sitting a few moments I turnt the radio on to the RnB station playing “Any time, Any place” by Janet Jackson. ‘If only that applied to me but your girl is single than a motherfucker’ I thought to myself as I sighed sitting up. I placed my hands on the wheels, before placing the car into reverse.

I looked at the back camera backing out of the parking space, before going into drive turning driving slowly out of the parking lot before stopping at the stop sign, before merging into traffic keeping a solid 45 miles per hour until I hit the countryside and amp it up to 65-70mph driving home.

I heard the song change to “Lights out, Candles Lit” by Kwiet Storm. I hummed softly as I continued driving. After about thirty minutes I slowed down to about 20 mph before turning into my driveway with my home being surrounded by a forest and woods and a bunch of wildflowers.

I unbuckled my seatbelt before grabbing my purse and keys taking them out of ignition before opening the door stepping out before locking the car before walking up to my front door taking my keys and unlocking the door before closing it and locking it behind me.

I took my shoes off before I walked upstairs, not knowing I wasn’t there by myself. I walked upstairs to the second floor past my den and down the hall to my bedroom. I placed my purse onto my desk before stripping down without a care in the world before walking into my closet grabbing my towel, washcloth, sugar scrub, bath and body works set and my silk robe.

I walked into my bathroom starting my shower and closed the door, with my playlist playing in the background, not reemerging from the bathroom until about thirty minutes later with my robe and bonnet on and done with my skincare and brushing my teeth. I turned my speaker off as I placed it onto it’s charger

I turnt the bathroom light off before walking back into my room crawling under my covers not even bothering to eat or catch up on the new episode of (Whatever show you wish to apply). I got comfortable with my box fan and ceiling fan on with my ac set at about 63 degrees with my warmed weighted blanket and cover covering.

After a little time, I was almost sleep as I shifted in my bed some. After a few moments I was knocked out, gone to the world. I was sleep until I heard a big ole crash downstairs and I slowly wake up rubbing my eyes thinking it was my Great Dane.

Yet I still got out of bed grabbing my buckshot(Cory ref) before I cautiously went downstairs searching and staying on guard as I went downstairs before I peeked around the corner and my eyes widened.

I saw my Great Dane, Shelby, in the lap of a tall big blue and greyish male alien with plaits and also straight and a little tangled to his hips along with some sharp canines and horns, soft shiny scales and a tail swishing behind him as he was quiet and he was crouched over a little petting Shelby. I was about to back away, until Shelby barked in my direction, as I felt the aliens violet eyes looking over at me.

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Peak into Dracula’s story as promised…

Goes in hand with the Gabriel x Black!reader.

Author’s Note: I slightly wanted to go be for a Haunted Mansion vibe, 2003 version to be specific with the Edward Gracey and Elizabeth vibe. A dead man still walks the earth, searching for a long lost love, which ends up being reincarnated/ or rather becomes a nightwalker as well searching for the one who their heart calls for.

Count Vladislaus Dragulia ~ Aka ~ Count Dracula

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Location: Transylvania, Modern Day

You never imagined that you would be halfway across the world, away from your home’s comfort, with your friends on a journey to Dracula’s castle. You truly didn’t believe it, and begged their white horror movie character thinking behinds not to go, but in the end, they persuaded you because of your slight infatuation with vampires.

You know that they might have used it against you due to your constant rewatching of Sinners, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries etc. You might learn about them and watch ‘em, but that don’t mean you wished to be turned just like ‘em….

Unless that Vampire is Michael B. Jordan (Shoutout Ryan Coogler) Showed you something you didn’t even know that you were missing.

You all got settled into your rooms of a countryside inn before taking naps as the jet lag hit you harder than Klaus did Elena. You later woke from a peculiar dream….

A dream of soft classical music in a ballroom, with soft candlelight hanging from chandeliers shining softly on you, a bronze colored ballroom dress that matched your skin and showed some cleavage, and white heels and gloves included. Your masquerade mask was the finishing detail. Yet your outfit wasn’t the focus of your thoughts in the dream….

Your dance partner was… his thick and heavy Romanian accent similar to the ones you heard earlier as you arrived, but a richer tone, more…elegant and older.

You waltzed in his arms, a feeling that felt familiar yet so foreign as he was, similar to a distant memory. Your footwork matched along with his as a pattern that you’d written or seen a thousand times. In his arms you felt lighter, as if gliding across the dance floor as the softness of the dress twirled lightly with you.

“At long last, you’ve returned dragă (dear/darling)… how my lost soul has yearned for yours to return and fill what was lost with you… We shall be together… soon, as long as you give what was always mine.” He whispered sensually for only your ears to catch, as it seemed only you two were in the ballroom.

He stopped waltzing as he dipped you in front of the mirror with a soft gasp leaving your parted full lips, your neck bared and vulnerable to him as your heart once was, yet that wasn’t his target.

His soft pink lips, lightly trailed from your neck to your collarbone as it ignited a lost yet familiar warmth beneath your skin. It scared you slightly as you didn’t know who he was, or even if you did, you didn’t remember..

He laid a final kiss to your chest….where it lay beneath, what he truly desired to have once again…

Hope you enjoy the small snippet that might end up a one shot, See ya darlin🩶🤎 Lazy-Nae

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Little peak of my upcoming story

Author’s Note: My brain is fried, yet I’ll try to get this out by the end of next week if the inspiration comes.

Gabriel Van Helsing ~ “Left Hand of God”

Transylvania was very different from where you came. Different cultures, different people, and definitely different legends. The story of Count Dracula, weighed heavily over the history and even present day of Transylvania’s culture as its tales of that thing spread.

How ruthless, cold, and how manipulative he could be. Draining people of their essence as easy as taking a sip from wine, with an even richer color. A man- No…

That MONSTER hasn’t been a man in centuries, and just as crafty as before during his time of mortality. Currently you were on horseback along with Van Helsing, Carl, as you three had to come and find the princess of the last bloodline destined to defeat him. You were riding slightly ahead, being cautious of the countryside, not noticing a set of eyes on you.

Usually Van Helsing wasn’t one to take another except Carl with him on their journeys, your presence was very different from his and Carl’s and he enjoyed having you along. Your hair braided into a halo, that sat almost similar to a crown on your head, the natural strength and curves you possessed that made you even more a holder of his attention, and the wonderful cherry on top.

Your skin, the dark sun kissed rich color that was uniquely yours ….How he’d love to just caress you and show exactly why others were so idiotic to judge, such cretics couldn’t ever understand the beauty that was always there, yet were blinded by their own ignorance.

If only a moment alone with you he’d-

“Helsing?” The unsure call of his surname, made him stop staring and looked over to his dear and trusted friend, Carl, made his impure thoughts flee in an instant.

“Yes, Carl?” He quickly responded, nearly almost too quick for Carl’s liking. He straightened up on the horse as he went back to being alert, as he was supposed to be before those thoughts wandered.

“Your drooling you know, you’re staring is getting longer by the second. I’m surprised she hasn’t caught you.” Carl lowly smiled at the obvious sight of his old friend’s face, which was ever obviously softened every time he spared a glance towards you. Van Helsing cast him a slight look as he wiped his stubbled chin.

Snippet of Dracula’s story will be out soon hopefully a few hours after this. Till then….

My leave will be taken, see ya darlin 🩶🤎~~ Lazy-Nae

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I’m thinking of making a Van Helsing 2004 movie to be specific fic with a black reader since I just rewatched the movie.

Count Dracula Or…

Gabriel Van Helsing

A prompt is welcome to test my skills or I might make one up.

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His Prize

Marcus Justus Acacius x Black/Poc Reader PT.2

Part 2 to my Drabble. Hope you enjoy 🫵🏾🩶🤎

Authors Note: Might not be accurate to Roman history homes or customs but it’ll be alright. Probably go back and edit it to be more accurate soon and more fluffy since I felt that I didn’t add much to it.

“Please…”, He softly murmured, as his hand enveloped yours in his which gave yours further warmth. You turnt away some, not meeting his gaze as you thought he’d wish to wash away the stress and memories of the day and be alone for a moment, but his gaze told otherwise. You sighed softly, as you turned back to him looking up, and took his hand and began leading him through the halls. As you two began walking your footsteps blended together, as if only one person was stepping on the marble floors.

He stepped after you, keeping pace as both of your footsteps stepped softly against the floors as he guided you with his hand softly against your back. You both stepped into the peristyle, as you felt the moon’s soft light against your soft brown skin and his olive tanned skin. You heard his soft footsteps beginning to walk ahead of you, as it seemed he was slightly eager to spend a private moment with you.

As you both enter your home’s private thermae you were met by the soft smell of different fragrances, that smelled more pleasant than the scents that usually flowed through the city of Rome. You both entered the Apodyterium, as he walked and slowly began removing his ceremonial armor, as he laid his breastplate onto the shelves that lined the changing room, as the rest of his armor followed.

You slowly began undressing as you took off your Chocolate Tahitian pearl bracelets, the silver earrings that bore the symbol of Athena on them, a golden necklaces with seashells, stones, amber, carnelian and garnet on the necklace with a few silver triangular shaped plates. You placed them aside in a cubicle, before you began undressing out of your Tunic/Dashiki/Kaftan , as you laid the cloth down onto the shelve along with your Strophium as you removed the fabric from your chest.

You placed the wrap of a headscarf on your head, hiding your hair below it to keep it from getting wet. You felt the soft wind of the night air softly brush against your body, almost like an caress, before you felt the hard planes of your husband’s body behind you as his hands softly ran down your shoulder to your hand as you let out a soft sigh with a small smile as you missed this feeling that was only possible with him.

“How I’ve longed to hold you like this again after all this time….Come along pretiosum.” Acacius softly murmured into the crook of your neck as you both began walking to the Tepidarium, as he gently took your hand as you both slowly stepped into the warmth of the pool, feeling it relax the soreness and tension from your bodies. You both sat close in the water as you let him tell you of his experiences during the campaign.

As you listened you could tell the effects of the twin emperors, Geta and Caracalla’s constant want for more bloodshed and territory, were but taking a toll on your beloved who was older than most young men who were sent off to fight for Rome’s glory. The tiredness and exhaustion were evident in his eyes, along with the soft hints of disdain he held for the young emperors who constantly sent him out to fight, and lay down man and boy who were on the opposite side of his swords.

After you listened to him for the next few moments, as he finished recalling his experiences during feeling the woe of his own journey lifting while you softly whispered words of comfort to him and after you shared your few tales of your own, while he was off, and you had to tend to the household. Every few minutes a soft chuckle would escape his lips, as your tales warmed his heart and moved it away from the battle, even if temporary. After you both sat in a comfortable silence as you gently kissed one another with the soft hint of honey on your full lips while the strong taste of wine was on his lips as he reached for your brown/ light brown/ dark brown/ soft brown waist, pulling you close as he desired. You both stayed for a few moments, enjoying the others presence until you left the bath, got dressed in tunics and him grabbing his armor and your previous evening wear as you both retired to your chambers for the night in the arms of another.

A third part might be out if this does well in my eyes.

A small prompt for a might not/or will be released next fic for Acacius based on Odysseus’s and Penelope from Epic The Musical.

For years, and more days on end, your handmaidens and other nobles say “When will she remarry, Hope is not yet lost for her another try in marriage, What she does not understand is that her husband has not been home in years”. Constant doubts and pity filled their hearts and left from their tongues, but you never listened.

For twenty years, away on a campaign was your General, the very reason you stay strong from remarrying. If the rumors held any truth to you as they did to others, and you were to have to feel the embrace of the underworld if that what was it took to see your Acacius again, then so be it. You continued to hold out hope day by day, as more suitors younger than yourself had constantly tried to try for your hand in marriage, but none would compare to your carissime meus, the one you held close to your soul even if your bodies weren’t near.

Then, one day you heard hooves coming to your villa’s gates and as your rushed to the front entrance, praying to the gods he’d have returned. Your dreams were withered as you saw more suitors. You decided to issue a challenge, whichever man who is worthy enough to handle the sword of your husband and defeat the animal/warrior of your choosing, then…and only then, will you allow them your hand. Yet they didn’t know that your husband’s sword was blessed by Ares/Mars to only be lifted by only the one who was the true owner of it.

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My recent works with more on the way

My General Acacius X Black Reader

My power rangers fics

My Lotr X black reader fics