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[theetherealbloom]

IF THERE'S NOTHING LEFT - CH.4

Chapter Four: No Man Is An Island, There's Shipwrecks And Sirens

Summary: You, a skilled healer, are brought to Rome by Senator Gracchus under the pretense of treating gladiators and Roman elites. You work with General Marcus Acacius to fight against the cruel reign of the twin emperors. Through danger and shared hope, your connection becomes a source of strength as you both dream of freeing Rome.

Paring: General Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, Age-Gap(ish), Ancient Rome, Canon-Typical Violence, Gladiators, Blood, Gore, Romance, Politics, Alternate Universe, Eventual SMUT, Slavery, Sexism, Misogyny, Guilt, PTSD, Rebellion, Empires, (Very Light) Strangers-to-Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Crowds, Shouting, Animals, Duels, Loose Historical Fiction, Kissing, Torture, Threats, 

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:  Well, shit, this is probably one of the more difficult chapters I’ve ever had to write. Why is it, that directors look at Pedro Pascal and go, “Hrm, let’s murder his character!” LIKE HELLO??? LET HIM LIVE???? Anyways, I know it’s a short chapter, but we’re halfway through the movie so wish me luck writing the rest of this! T^T

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: hunter by Paris Paloma

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TRAINING GROUND, COLOSSEUM — DAY

As a healer, you’re no stranger to witnessing pain and cruelty, though it never gets easier. Especially not here, in the heart of Rome's unforgiving Colosseum, where strength is tested, and humanity is often discarded.  

The midday sun bore down on the training ground, casting long, harsh shadows over the gladiators. Your eyes fixed on Lucius—Hanno, as they called him now—pulling his oars under the relentless gaze of Viggo. The overseer loomed, his figure dark and menacing against the brightness, as though the sun itself shied away from illuminating his cruelty.  

Lucius, despite the strain visible in every muscle of his body, offered a smirk sharp enough to cut through the tension. “We will not get far like this,” he quipped, his defiance a flicker of hope against the grinding despair around him.  

Viggo’s response was swift. He raised his hand, silencing the rowers with a mere gesture. The command came like the crack of a whip: “Just him.”  

You watched, your heart sinking, as Lucius was left alone to man the colossal oar. The weight of three men now fell upon him, and the sound of the grinding logs echoed through the dust-heavy air. Yet even as Viggo reveled in his cruelty, the other gladiators exchanged glances—silent, simmering solidarity with Lucius.  

Viggo, sensing the shift, barked another order. “Take them away. Leave him here.”  

As the others were herded off, you stood frozen, the healer's instinct to intervene warring with the dangerous knowledge of your limits. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as Lucius labored alone, the weight of his chains mirrored in the ache in your chest.  

Ever since losing your parents, grief had become an unwelcome but constant companion. It arrived in waves—sometimes subtle, sometimes overwhelming. This moment, watching Lucius endure, felt like another tide rolling in.  

But you had learned one thing from grief: it demanded preparation. You turned, making your way toward Ravi under the guise of rearranging your supplies. Bending low, you whispered, “Gather the rebels. Quietly. Every ally who dares to dream of a better Rome. If Marcus’ plan falters, we must be ready.”  

Ravi gave a nearly imperceptible nod, his expression one of grim understanding.  

TRAINING GROUND, COLOSSEUM — NIGHT  

The scorching heat of the day had given way to a quiet, stifling night, the kind where every shadow seemed to hold its breath. The training ground was eerily still, the only sounds the faint rustle of the wind and the distant hum of the city.  

Lucius lay slumped over the oars, his body unmoving save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. The chains binding him to the machine glinted faintly in the moonlight, a cruel reminder of his captivity.  

You and Ravi approached cautiously, your footsteps muffled by the dirt. Ravi was the first to break the silence, his voice low but warm, meant to soothe rather than startle. “Ah! Ah! It’s just vinegar, my friend,” he murmured as Lucius stirred awake with a sharp intake of breath, his hand instinctively clutching at his wrist. “There will be no more opium for you.”  

Lucius blinked, his gaze flitting between you and Ravi as understanding slowly dawned. The tension in his shoulders eased, though the exhaustion in his eyes remained heavy, almost unbearable to witness.  

Ravi clicked his tongue, settling himself beside Lucius with an air of practiced calm. “There’s plenty of pain waiting for you in the next life, my friend. You don’t have to be so greedy for it in this one.”  

Lucius let out a short laugh, but even that cost him. He winced as his ribs protested, slumping back against the oars. “Are you a free man, Ravi?” he asked, his voice tinged with irony.  

Ravi chuckled, though the sound carried a note of bitterness. “Free. Huh. I am,” he said, his tone contemplative. “I laid down my sword and swore I’d never pick it up again.”  

As you set down a few vials beside your seat, you couldn’t help but smile faintly at Ravi’s words. Lucius turned his gaze to you then, his eyes sharper now despite his weariness. “And you?” he asked, your name slipping from his lips like a question he’d pondered long before this moment. “Are you free, my lady?”  

His question hit deeper than you expected. Your jaw clenched, the ache spreading to your temples as you fought the instinctive bitterness in your tone. “A free woman of Rome is unheard of,” you replied, your voice low but steady. “If so, this freedom tastes like ashes. This is who we are—a product of war.”  

Lucius’s eyes lingered on you, searching for something unspoken in your answer. Then he shifted his attention, addressing you both. “And yet you remain in this hell? Where was your home before?”  

Ravi spoke first, his voice calm but tinged with longing. “Varanasi,” he said simply, shrugging as if that one word carried the weight of an entire world.  

You worked silently, pouring a tincture over Lucius’s knuckles. He winced, his sharp intake of breath breaking the stillness. As you tended to him, Ravi continued, his voice softening. “I wish I could — I met a woman.”  

Lucius gave a dry laugh, his lips curling despite his pain. “Always a woman.”  

Ravi smiled faintly, the memory brightening his face. “From Londinium, in Britannia. Our boys speak only Latin now. My daughter’s eyes are as blue as yours. We are Romans, through and through.”  

Lucius smiled at that, a wistful expression passing over his face. He gazed off into the distance, his voice soft as he said, “I grew up hearing stories at my grandfather’s knee. He used to talk about the dream that was Rome.”  

You leaned in slightly, your voice quiet, almost reverent. “And what was this dream?”  

Lucius’s smile turned fond, his words carrying the weight of something fragile, something precious. “A Rome where all would live under fair law. Where everyone would be protected. A Rome for the senate… a Rome of hope.” He paused, then added, almost to himself, “It was so delicate, you could only whisper it. Say it too loud, and it would vanish.”  

Ravi muttered under his breath, a flicker of admiration in his tone. “Your grandfather sounds like a dangerous man.”  

Lucius chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with pain. He met Ravi’s gaze, the exhaustion giving way to determination. “The odds are against you,” Ravi said, his voice serious.  

Lucius smirked, his spirit unbroken. “The odds are always against me. Don’t worry, old man.”  

Ravi clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he stood. “You must rest. Your men will need you to lead them tomorrow.”  

You packed your vials in silence, your fingers lingering on the edge of Lucius’s hand for the briefest moment before pulling away. “Take care,” you said softly, your voice carrying all the unspoken worry and hope you couldn’t put into words.  

Lucius nodded, his eyes lingering on you as you and Ravi turned to leave. The night swallowed your footsteps, leaving him alone once more under the watchful gaze of the moon.

THE COLOSSEUM — DAY  

The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, its light glinting off the azure water that now filled the Colosseum floor. The transformation of the Arena into a vast, shimmering sea was nothing short of breathtaking. Sculpted stone heads lining the walls spouted streams of water, feeding the artificial ocean below, while the scent of salt and damp stone hung in the air.  

You stood alongside Ravi in the shadows of the grandstands, both of you tense and watchful. The Master of Ceremonies’ voice boomed over the amphitheater, amplified by the natural acoustics, “Today we re-live the Battle of Salamis! The Trojans versus the Persians!”  

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the pounding of war drums and the triumphant blare of trumpets. Two ships, one from the North gate and the other from the South, emerged into view. The Roman vessel, manned by Centurions dressed in gleaming Athenian garb, glided gracefully through the water. Opposite them, the “Barbarian” ship teetered under its mismatched crew of gladiators.  

From her place in the Royal Box, Lucilla leaned forward, her sharp gaze scanning the ranks of the so-called Barbarians. You followed her line of sight, your heart in your throat. Every gladiator bore the same garb, making them indistinguishable, but you knew who she sought.  

Your breath hitched as the Roman ship unleashed its first volley of flaming arrows. They arced through the air like fiery serpents, their impacts devastating. The sails of the Barbarian ship caught fire, flames licking hungrily at the rigging. The gladiators scrambled, raising shields against the onslaught, but the damage was done.  

“Look at them,” Ravi murmured beside you, his voice tight. “Fighting tooth and nail for survival while the crowd drinks and cheers.”  

You barely heard him, your attention fixed on the unfolding chaos. Lucius was at the helm of the Barbarian ship, his jaw set in determination. Under his command, the crew moved like a singular force, cutting the burning rigging loose and tossing it into the water. Below, tiger sharks circled like phantoms, their sleek bodies slicing through the blue in search of prey.  

“He’s going to ram them,” you whispered, your nails digging into the railing.  

Lucius steered his vessel with unflinching precision. At the last moment, instead of colliding head-on, he veered sharply alongside the Roman ship, splintering their oars with a sickening crunch. The Barbarian ship swung around, grappling hooks flying as the gladiators pulled the two vessels together.  

And then chaos erupted.  

The battle was a storm of clashing swords and cries of pain. Lucius led the charge, every inch the commander he had been born to be. He moved through the melee with calculated ferocity, cutting down his enemies with swift, precise strikes. You couldn't take your eyes off him, your heart pounding with every close call.  

Amid the chaos, a Roman archer fell, his loaded crossbow skittering across the deck. Lucius’s sharp eyes landed on it, but as he moved to claim it, a Centurion tackled him, nearly dragging them both into the water. Lucius grabbed the rail, holding on for dear life as the Centurion slipped, his leg plunging into the water below. A tiger shark struck with terrifying speed, dragging the soldier down in a swirl of blood.  

The water churned red as the sharks, drawn by the carnage, slammed against the hulls in a frenzy. The crowd roared, drunk on the spectacle of blood and death.  

Lucius pulled himself back aboard, his movements frantic yet purposeful. His men had seized control of the Roman ship, but there was no time to celebrate. Smoke and the acrid scent of burning wood filled the air as the two vessels began drifting dangerously close to the Royal Box.  

And then you saw it—the loaded crossbow, still lying on the deck.  

Lucius moved fast, his eyes narrowing against the haze. He picked up the weapon, turning it toward the Royal Box. Your heart stopped as his aim shifted, the crossbow trained on a figure emerging from the smoke—General Acacius.  

“No,” you whispered, the word caught in your throat.  

Before you could cry out, Lucilla stepped into view, her presence obscuring Acacius. Lucius hesitated, his finger hovering over the trigger. His eyes met hers, recognition flickering in his gaze.  

And then the arrow released.  

The crowd gasped collectively as the bolt sailed through the air, narrowly missing Lucilla. It struck the gilded post of Geta’s throne, quivering there like a harbinger of doom.  

Geta shot to his feet, his face twisted in rage. “Praetorians! Where are the Praetorians?!” he bellowed, his voice cracking with fury.  

Caracalla squealed in terror, clutching at his robes as the guards swarmed in to shield the Emperors. Lucilla, however, remained frozen, her face pale as she stared down at the deck of the Barbarian ship.  

“Lucilla!” Acacius’s voice cut through the chaos as he grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away.  

But she didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on Lucius, and you could see the guilt settling over her like a shroud.

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and boos as the Master of Ceremonies, clearly shaken, declared, “In the name of the Emperors! Victory has been declared to Hanno!”  

The crowd roared, their frenzied cheers and applause rising like a deafening tide, echoing off the Colosseum’s ancient walls. On the deck of the Barbarian ship, Lucius stood motionless, the crossbow slipping from his hands to clatter against the damp wood. His expression was a mask of stoic calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the storm raging within him.  

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your chest heaving as the adrenaline drained from your body. The railing beneath your hands was slick with sweat, and you forced yourself to loosen your white-knuckled grip.  

Beside you, Ravi shook his head, his brow furrowed with deep concern. “Oh gods have mercy,” he muttered, his voice a fragile thread against the roar of the crowd’s drunken jubilation.  

You didn’t respond immediately, your gaze fixed on Lucius as he stood on the deck of the Barbarian ship. His shoulders were stiff, his chin lifted in a defiance that made your heart ache. From this distance, you couldn’t see his expression clearly, but you didn’t need to. The tension radiating from him was unmistakable. Your chest tightened painfully, a familiar ache settling low in your stomach—a forewarning, a visceral instinct honed by years of navigating Rome’s treacherous politics.  

The crowd’s cheers and jeers blurred into white noise as you turned to Ravi, your voice low but resolute. “We must prepare. Immediately.”  

Ravi’s head snapped toward you, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. “Prepare? Now? For what? This could mean the end for him—or for all of us.”  

You stepped back into the shadows, your movements deliberate despite the thunderous rhythm of your heartbeat. “If Macrinus knows... if he even suspects...” Your words faltered, the unspoken weight of what could follow hanging heavy in the air.  

Ravi’s jaw tightened, his usual humor replaced by grim understanding. “Do you think Macrinus will act?”  

You swallowed the bitterness rising in your throat and nodded. “Yes.”  

Ravi hesitated before asking, “What of Lucilla and your beloved Acacius?”  

Your breath caught at the mention of Acacius, but you quickly steadied yourself, masking the fleeting crack in your composure. “There is a plan for tonight,” you said softly. “I trust Acacius and offer prayers to the gods that all will unfold as intended. But still...” Your voice faltered, dropping to a near-whisper, heavy with unspoken fears. “I cannot silence the thought that something may yet go awry.”

Ravi’s expression softened as he took a step closer. “I understand... but what of you?”  

“What?” you asked, confused by the shift in his tone.  

“They could kill you!” Ravi’s voice rose, tinged with genuine fear.  

You turned your gaze toward the Royal Box, where the twin Emperors had lounged in decadent arrogance, and narrowed your eyes. “If I was easy to kill, they would have done it already.”  

Ravi sighed, his hands flexing at his sides. “You’re brave to a fault. Just... don’t let it be your undoing.”  

You didn’t answer, your attention already shifting back to Lucius as he stepped forward, his silhouette sharp against the golden glow of the torches. The ache in your chest deepened, but there was no time for hesitation.  

THRAEX MANSION — DAY

The air in the corridor was suffocating, the shadows thick as you crept silently along the edge of the room. Your palms pressed against the cold stone pillar, and your breath hitched as you heard the rumble of a carriage pulling to a halt outside.  

The door to the mansion creaked open, and Macrinus stepped inside with a swagger that made your stomach churn. Viggo followed close behind, a shadow to his master’s menace. Macrinus scanned the lavish room with the casual arrogance of someone who already considered it his.  

“What are you doing here?” Thraex stammered, stepping forward with a nervous bow. His pale face and trembling hands betrayed his fear.  

Macrinus sneered. “This house is mine now. Your debt is over ten thousand denarii.”  

Thraex’s lips parted in a desperate attempt to argue. “I have other things. Cattle. Art.”  

Macrinus let out a sharp laugh, his grin wolfish. “You offer me beef and paint? Oh, Thraex.”  

The desperation in Thraex’s voice was palpable. “Slaves then. Or... what do you want?”  

Macrinus tilted his head, feigning surprise. “What do I want?” He toyed with the words, each syllable dripping with mockery. “Well, there is... I could... there might always be... you could…” He paused, his grin widening. “Truth.”  

Your heart sank, a sickening dread twisting in your stomach.  

Thraex blinked rapidly, uncomprehending.  

“Nothing happens in Rome without Thraex’s knowledge,” Macrinus continued smoothly, his tone turning sinister. “You have the Senate’s trust. You have Lucilla’s trust.”  

Thraex visibly faltered. “You wish my loyalty?”  

“I wish your house,” Macrinus said, his eyes gleaming. “It is a nice house. But I will take only your loyalty if that loyalty has worth.”  

The silence that followed was deafening.  

Finally, Thraex’s shoulders slumped, his voice trembling. “I have heard of a... plot. To dethrone the Emperors. But the plan has been... delayed. A gladiator is to be rescued from the arena. Tonight. I know not why—”  

Macrinus’s smile was slow and cruel, satisfaction etched into every line of his face. “I know why. And I know who.”  

Your breath caught, panic surging through you.  

Macrinus turned sharply, signaling Viggo to follow, and they exited the mansion with the same arrogance they’d entered.  

You didn’t wait for them to disappear completely. Heart pounding, you slipped through the shadows and out the back, your mind racing. Every step you took echoed the single thought that now consumed you.  

You had to warn them. You had to warn him.

THE COLOSSEUM — NIGHT

The Colosseum loomed in the moonlight, its ancient stones shrouded in darkness. Faint torchlight flickered from the guards stationed outside the main gate, their silhouettes rigid against the eerie stillness of the empty streets. A stray dog sniffed along the gutter, and a beggar pleaded with a soldier, his voice hoarse with desperation.  

"Move along," the guard barked, his tone merciless. When the beggar hesitated, the soldier lashed out with his spear shaft, sending the man sprawling into the dirt.  

The sharp hiss of an arrow sliced through the quiet. A heartbeat later, the guard collapsed, clutching at his throat, blood bubbling through his fingers as he crumpled to the ground.  

From the shadows, a dozen cloaked figures emerged like wraiths, their movements fluid and silent. The leader stepped over the fallen guard without hesitation, gesturing for the others to follow. They disappeared into the Colosseum's labyrinthine tunnels, leaving behind only the faint echo of their footsteps.  

Inside, the corridors were a maze of flickering shadows and ancient stone. Arrows whispered through the air, finding their marks in unsuspecting guards. Silent blades cut through flesh, spilling lifeblood onto the cold floors. The mission was executed with precision—swift, methodical, and deadly.  

You hurried through the tunnels, heart pounding in your chest as the muffled sounds of combat reached your ears. The smell of blood and damp stone thickened the air. Turning a corner, you froze, your stomach sinking.  

A hundred Praetorians flooded the chamber, their polished armor gleaming faintly in the dim light. They outnumbered Acacius’s elite unit ten to one. Above, archers lined the high platforms, their bows drawn taut, ready to rain death on those below.  

The chaos erupted in a blur of steel and blood. Arrows flew, striking their targets with deadly precision. Acacius’s men fell one by one, their cloaked forms crumpling to the ground. Your breath hitched as the last of them collapsed, leaving a single figure standing amidst the carnage.  

Acacius.  

His hood had fallen back, revealing his face—stone-set, jaw clenched, eyes burning with defiance. His chest heaved, his sword slick with blood, as he stared down the Praetorians who surrounded him.  

You stepped forward, intent on reaching him, when a rough hand seized your arm. A cold blade pressed against your throat, and you froze.  

“Don’t move,” the Praetorian hissed, his grip tightening painfully.  

Acacius’s gaze snapped to you, his expression twisting into something feral. “Let her go!” he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber. “She has nothing to do with this!”  

The sword bit into your skin just enough to sting, and you winced, swallowing back the sharp cry that threatened to escape. Acacius’s knuckles whitened around the hilt of his sword, his body coiled with tension.  

"Nothing to do with this?" The Praetorian sneered, dragging you a step closer. "She's here, isn’t she? Seems she has everything to do with this."  

You met Acacius’s gaze, your eyes pleading yet resolute. “Don’t—” you began, your voice trembling.  

“Enough!” Acacius barked, cutting you off. His voice cracked under the weight of his fury and despair. “I’ll do whatever you want—just let her go!”  

The Praetorian chuckled darkly, his blade still at your throat. “Surrendering so easily, Acacius? I expected more from the great General.”  

“Your fight is with me,” Acacius growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not her. If you harm her, I swear by the gods—”  

But he faltered, his voice breaking. This wasn’t a battlefield where he could dictate the terms. This was a trap, and he had walked right into it. And now you were paying the price.  

You locked eyes with him, and in that moment, words weren’t necessary. The anguish in his gaze mirrored your own, a silent promise lingering between you: no matter what happened, you would not abandon each other.  

“Marcus,” you whispered, your voice soft yet steady. “Don’t let them win. Not like this.”  

The Praetorian’s grip on you tightened, but Acacius took a deliberate step forward, his sword lowering slightly. His voice was raw when he spoke again, barely louder than a whisper. “Please,” he said, his plea directed to the man holding you. “Let her go. I’ll give you whatever you want. My life for hers.”  

Time hung heavy in the air, each second dragging like chains across stone. The Praetorian hesitated, the indecision etched on his face like cracks in brittle armor, and the tension pressed down like the oppressive heat of a forge.  

In that fraught moment, a glimmer sparked in Acacius’s eyes—a fragile ember of hope, flickering against the darkness. You held onto it with every ounce of strength you had, even as the blade at your throat remained an unyielding promise of how swiftly that ember could be snuffed out.  

[andy-15-07]

Reunion of love

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female reader Word Count: 1335 warnings: a little smut Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The night was calm, a rare blessing amidst the chaos of war. The air carried the gentle hum of cicadas and the faint, fragrant aroma of blooming jasmine. The garden, bathed in moonlight, glowed with an ethereal radiance. Amidst the neatly trimmed hedges and the scattered marble statues, Y/N lingered in quiet contemplation, her thoughts a mix of longing and relief.

General Marcus Acacius, her husband, had been away for months, leading the legions of Rome in battle. News of his victories had reached her weeks ago, yet the uncertainty of war always lingered in her heart. Tonight, however, there was a strange anticipation in the air, a tug in her spirit that refused to let her retire to their chambers.

She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders and gazed at the night sky, the constellations shining like scattered diamonds. A soft rustle came from the shadows behind her. Y/N turned sharply, her heart skipping a beat.

“Who goes there?” she called, her voice steady but wary.

From the shadows emerged a figure she would recognize anywhere. Marcus stood tall, his armor glinting faintly in the moonlight, his face rugged and worn yet undeniably handsome. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and the shadow of a beard framed his chiseled jawline. He carried himself with the confidence of a man who had faced death and emerged victorious, but his eyes softened the moment they met hers.

“Did I frighten you, my love?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

Y/N’s breath hitched. For a moment, she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Then, as the realization sank in, she rushed toward him, her shawl slipping from her shoulders. Marcus opened his arms, and she threw herself into his embrace, the weight of months of separation dissolving in an instant.

“Marcus,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “You’re home.”

“I am,” he murmured, holding her tightly. “And I intend never to leave your side again, not unless duty demands it.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his chest. “You’re safe?” Her eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of injury.

“I am,” he assured her. “The gods have seen fit to bring me back to you in one piece.”

Y/N smiled, though tears glistened in her eyes. “The gods must favor me, then.”

Marcus cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “No, my love. They favor me, for they have given me you.”

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment to savor the warmth of his hands. When she opened them, her smile had deepened, and her voice was playful. “You should have sent word of your arrival. I would have prepared a feast fit for the victor of Rome.”

“And miss the chance to surprise you?” he teased. “Never.”

He bent his head and kissed her, a kiss that spoke of longing, love, and promises unspoken. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them under the watchful gaze of the stars.

When they finally parted, Y/N took his hand and led him to a stone bench near the fountain. They sat together, the cool night air wrapping around them like a gentle embrace.

“Tell me,” she said softly. “Tell me everything. How was the campaign? How do you fare?”

Marcus hesitated for a moment, then began to speak. He recounted the battles he had fought, the strategies that had brought victory, and the lives lost along the way. His voice was steady, but there was a weight to his words, a heaviness that spoke of the toll war had taken on him.

Y/N listened intently, her hand never leaving his. When he finished, she squeezed his hand and said, “You carry the burden of Rome, but you need not carry it alone. You have me, Marcus. Always.”

He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “I know,” he said. “And it is your love that gives me strength.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sound of the fountain mingling with the whispers of the night. Then, Marcus stood and held out his hand.

“Come,” he said. “Let us not waste this night. I have been away from you for far too long.”

Y/N took his hand, her heart fluttering. He led her through the garden, their footsteps light on the cobblestone paths. They paused by a marble pavilion, its columns entwined with ivy. There, under the canopy of the heavens, Marcus pulled her into his arms once more.

“I dreamt of this moment,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “Of holding you, of hearing your voice, of seeing your smile. The battlefield is no place for dreams, but you were my constant solace.”

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek, her touch tender. “And you were mine,” she replied. “Every day, I prayed for your safe return. Now that you’re here, it feels as if the world has righted itself.”

They shared another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate, a melding of souls that spoke of their unbreakable bond. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The intensity of the moment made her gasp softly against his lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his tongue exploring hers with a hunger born of months of yearning.

“Marcus,” she whispered when they finally broke apart, her cheeks flushed and her breath shallow. “Take me somewhere we won’t be disturbed.”

He needed no further invitation. Without a word, he swept her into his arms, carrying her through the garden toward their chambers. Her laughter, soft and melodic, mingled with the rustle of leaves as he quickened his pace.

Once inside, the door closed behind them with a quiet thud, sealing them in a world of their own. Marcus set her down gently, his eyes roaming her form with a gaze so heated it made her shiver. He began to unfasten his armor, the clang of metal filling the room as piece by piece fell away, revealing the powerful physique beneath. His scars told stories of battles fought, but to Y/N, they only made him more captivating.

She stepped closer, her hands moving to help him, her fingers brushing against his skin. “You’re more beautiful than I remember,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

He caught her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “And you, my love, have haunted my every thought.”

Their movements became slower, more deliberate, as they undressed each other. Each touch, each kiss, was a rediscovery, a celebration of their love. When they finally came together, it was with an intensity that left no room for doubt or hesitation. His hands explored her curves reverently, his lips worshipping every inch of her skin. She responded in kind, her touch igniting flames wherever it lingered, her whispered declarations of love weaving into the heady atmosphere of their union.

They moved together in perfect harmony, a dance as old as time, their passion building to a crescendo that left them both trembling. Marcus held her tightly as they reached the peak of their love, his whispered praises and endearments filling her ears.

When the storm finally subsided, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one. Marcus brushed a strand of hair from her face and gazed down at her with an intensity that made her heart ache.

“You are my everything, Y/N,” he murmured. “My reason for fighting, my reason for living. I am nothing without you.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she cupped his cheek. “And you are mine, Marcus. You’ve always been mine.”

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, they remained entwined, their love a sanctuary against the trials of the world. For this moment, they were free, and nothing else mattered but the bond they shared.

[lokischocolatefountain]

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Domestic!Acacius

at last, my love has come along summary: After the end of a loveless marriage, your father finds a match for you in General Acacius. words: 2.9k home in three days, do not wash summary: Your General returns home ravenous for you and you cannot decline him, even if any exposure of his act would bring him great shame Words: 3.6k

At Your Service (Marcus Acacius x Empress!Reader)

Battlefront

Summary: General Acacius returns energized by battle when an unexpected guest makes themselves at home in his tent.

Words: 5.3k

[gracieheartspedro]

MARCUS ACACIUS MASTERLIST

glossary:

🔥 - smut 🥀 - angst 🌹 - fluff

Propositio - 🔥 after assembling an army to win back rome, you finally get to confront the traitor to your cause. general marcus acacius.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[softpascalito]

| Series Masterlist | Dulcissima |

Summary: General Acacius finds himself entranced by a highly valued priestess of Rome – A Vestal Virgin. But you both have taken vows that make sure your paths may never cross. Until they do. Aka a fix-it fanfic where Acacius survives the Colosseum.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Vestal Virgin Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 18k+ Tags: Secret Relationship, Vestal Virgins, Religious Guilt, Gladiator fights, Gladiator II compliant (more or less), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Ancient Rome, Age Difference, Slow Burn, Kissing, Attempted Sexual Harassment, Smut, More tags to be added (!) Updated: 21st of December

notes: i wanted to write this fic the moment i left the cinema. so here we are. i hope you guys enjoy <3

I read on ao3 I

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this list will be updated as we go. if you're enjoying it, please consider reblogging/sharing and commenting <3

[burntheedges]

Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 12/27 | Fic count: 56!

Dave York

Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU

Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in

Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk | 7k | Dieter x f!actress!reader Trope: fake dating

Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Dieter Bravo

Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel

Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord

Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed

Din Djarin

Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip

Dio Morrissey

Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Ezra (Prospect)

To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop

Frankie Morales

a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic

Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in

Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!

Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining

GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes

I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU

I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship

To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

Jack Daniels

i'd give anything for more time by @penvisions | 2k | Jack x f!reader trope: time loop

If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates

Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating

Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers

Javi Gutierrez

Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates

To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

Javier Peña

3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | there’s a part 2 and 3!

GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed

Joel Miller

Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader

drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip

For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia

Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates

If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary

It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel

Marcus Moreno

Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Marcus Pike

Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!

Max Phillips

A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining

Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Nathan Landry

consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Oberyn Martell

sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship

The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary

Pero Tovar

Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia

nothing is sure by @tinytinymenace | 2.5k | Pero x OFC Trope: didn't know they were dating

Tim Rockford

|Bump in the Night| by @dc418writes | Tim x black!reader Trope: friends to lovers

Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU

[myownwholewildworld]

masterlist

find me in ao3 | discord: arran.macleod

well, hello there! c:

i go by the name of arran in the world wide web, she/her, based in the uk and in my 30s era. i have been writing on and off for almost 20 years now on different platforms, but this is really the first time i venture into the fanfic realm in tumblr, so please be nice! >: probably you can tell, but my first language is not english but spanish, so if you spot any spelling mistakes, i apologise in advance lol

i've been obsessed with pedrito for quite a while now, so i thought ― i love writing, i love pedro, and, above everything else, i love love love drama, so why not give in and write some fics? i'm sure i'll find some like-minded people here!

i do appreciate any feedback you may want to share with me, as well as interactions (asks, reblogs, comments, likes, anything really!). also please feel free to drop me a message if there's something you would like me to write, i'm always open to suggestions ♡

please assume all my work is 18+, so mdni! do not repost, translate, nor use my work in any way without my explicit permission either.

i'll try to keep this masterlist as up to date as possible.

love,

arran xx

(find my work under the cut!)

🤭 ― fluff

😳 ― light smut

💘 ― explicit smut

💢 ― dark/sensitive theme

🤕 ― angst

🩸 ― graphic content (violence, gore, etc)

wherever you go

series masterlist - 🤭💘💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. summary: after the events of 26th september 2003, you find yourself under the wing of the miller brothers. it's the older one who catches your attention, but also the one who drives you fucking crazy. you inevitably find yourself gravitating towards him while trying to navigate this postapocalyptic word you're stuck in, with more than one unpleasant surprise...

uniformed!joel one shots

series masterlist - 💘💢 status: ongoing. pairing: uniformed!joel x f!reader. summary: a series of one shots where we get to see the one and only joel miller and all his sides... as long as he's wearing a uniform, ofc. i'm open to any requests you may have, no matter how wild! check #uniformed!joel to see what's already been suggested. come along, don't be shy!

a dark summon

read here - 💘💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: Boston QZ!joel x f!reader. summary: Joel is a man with dark urges, ones that only you can satisfy.

darkest desires

read here - 💘💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: Boston QZ!joel x f!reader. summary: you promised Joel something he's been thirsting after for a while ― your ass. so you decide to make good on said promise.

acta, non verba

series masterlist - 🤭😳💘💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: conqueror!marcus x ofc!reader. summary: scotland, 83 AD after the battle of mons graupius. the romans have come up to the boundaries of their empire with a relentless desire to conquer the savages that inhabit the highlands. they won't rest until the Caledonian tribes are subjugated. Marcus Acacius is in charge of your clansmen's fate, but if such fate is similar to your family's, you know you need to do something about it. as the only living daughter of the tribe chief, your people look to you for leadership. power plays, treason, deception, rebellion, war, love, heartbreak, betrayal. and two souls, destined to despise each other, trying to navigate it all.

per aspera ad astra

series masterlist - 💢🤕🩸 status: ongoing. pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: when your husband dies in battle, his best friend is there to console you, to help you navigate your grief as he does his own. as you become close, feelings flourish. but your father, emperor Traianus, sees Marcus' romantic advances as a way to dethrone him.

the way to a great wide somewhere

read here ; easter eggs - 🤭💘🤕🩸 status: completed. pairing: beast!din djarin x f!reader. summary: cursed to spend the rest of his days in Mand'alor, Din Djarin faces a threat that may break his peace: you. -or- a retelling of the beauty and the beast story.

when the moon howls

read here - 🤭 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: you meet javier in a café during your sabbatical. you see the man that no one does ― the one who is broken, defeated, crushed by his time as a DEA agent. so you make it your purpose to shine some light on his life, one pumpkin spice latte at a time. -or- the story of how you two fall head over heels for each other c:

when the grief howls

read here - 🤭💢 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. same couple as "when the moon howls". can be read as a oneshot. summary: javi and you go back to yours after your idyllic pumpkin patch date and he stays over. you comfort him when his demons catch up with him.

pretty nails

read here - 💘 status: oneshot/completed. pairing: javier peña x f!reader. summary: javi pays for your manicure 😏

[lola-writes]

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Hi! I'm Lola, a vet student who writes as a hobby! All my works are written in POV first person unless stated otherwise.

Happy reading! 🍿

Keys:

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Duty Is Sacrifice [Cregan Stark x Velaryon/Strong!reader] 1️⃣ 🔞 🔥

Synopsis: Queen Rhaenyra sends you to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North. In him you find not only an ally, but something deeper as well…

His Darkest Secret [Aemond Targaryen x brothel worker!reader] 1️⃣ 🔞 ❤️

Synopsis: In Madam Sylvi’s absence, the care of the Targaryen prince that frequents your brothel is left in your good hands. His needs, you find, are unlike anything you’d ever encountered…

Prince Regent [Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader] 1️⃣ 🔞 ❤️ 🔥

Synopsis: Aemond returns to the Red Keep after the battle of Rook’s Rest with a newfound vigor for his wife.

A Dragon's Lullaby [Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader] 1️⃣ 🔞 ❤️ 🔥 🎉

Synopsis: Aemond’s fury is a challenge to contain, but it withers beneath the touch of his wife.

One-Eye & the Dreamer [Aemond Targaryen x OC!Aylana Velaryon] 📖 ❤️

Synopsis: Aylana Velaryon foresees Aemond Targaryen's fate and assigns herself to alter it.

Written from Aylana & Aemond's POV.

(prologue ~ part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3 ~ part 4 ~ part 5)

WORLD ON FIRE

Diagnosing Desire [Tom Bennett x nurse!reader] 📑 🔞

Synopsis: Working as a wartime nurse, you’ve been charged with seeing to the physical exams of new recruits. It’s not until Tom Bennett shows up that you realize just how physical the exam can get.

(part 1 - part 2 [in writing])

GLADIATOR II

Deliciae Imperii [Marcus Acacius x Hanno's sister!reader] 📑 🔞 🎉

Synopsis: As an esteemed warrior of the Numidian army, your world turns on its axis when you’re taken prisoner by the Romans. Ever since your stealth attack that nearly cost the General of the Roman army, Marcus Acacius, his life, he appears to have taken a special interest in you. Under his tutelage of swordplay and carnal things, you delve deeper into the heart of the Roman Empire, uncovering its instability, and Acacius’ true intentions with you…

Parts: I , II

[slimybeth69]

Hello- this is my complete master list. (Things will be added as I write them.) It's 18+ ONLY, as almost all of my stories have a sexual theme or undertone.

Some of my work like my series Venus in Furs and A Small Spark vs A Great Forest can be rather dark, so check the tags and chapter warnings to save yourself some angst!!

If you're not a fan of the things I write, or the way I write-- please kindly move along! I still appreciate you.

AO3<- All of my fics can be found here.

My requests are on if anyone wants to send me some prompts! I love to see them, and it's a challenge- which I love. Send 'em my way. Don't be shy.

One Shots

Pretty Pink Nails - (Joelxf!reader)Joel gets you a special treat but it comes at a price. (smut, DD/lg dynamics, dark!Joel, referenced non-con, weird and uncomfortable age gap-- but legal)

Crybaby- (joelx f!reader) A foul mouthed Joel and you meet in the woods. And the things he does to you are filthy. In the best way possible. (Rough sex, spitting, humiliation, anal sex, anal virginity, dirty talk.

“i’ll be here”- (joel x f!reader) Joel makes sure your new years isn’t as lonely as your christmas. (pure fluff)

Longer Reads

Such Small Hands - (Joelxf!reader)The events that take place after Crybaby. (smut, graphic depictions of violence, referenced/implied SA, blood/gore, canon to the show)

Venus in Furs- (joel x f!reader) After saving your life and getting you back to Jackson, things with you and Joel feel different. While navigating this new life, raising a teenager with a man you think you know-- you run into someone unexpected. A sequal to Such Small Hands. (dark!joel, liar!joel, drunk!joel)

Que Será, Será - (au!joelx f!reader)It's almost twenty years after some weird outbreak almost happened but the CDC took care of that... Now you're living in Austin, Texas as an adult. What happens when you meet Joel Miller who hasn't been hardened and ruined by twenty years of murder and loss?

A Small Spark vs A Great Forest - frankie morales X +18 lady reader (no descriptions but has background) warnings: excplicit/smut (Minors DNI) toxic relationships (not frank), alcohol/smoking mentioned and used, twin flame connections, unhealthy obsessions, the use of little girl or Niñita (with no real defied age gap), other sad shit :(

Touch- (touch starved! din x reader) The Mandalorian is quite interested in what you've been doodling. What happens when he finds out?

COMING SOON

Thirst- (Marcus x f!reader) You were paid for... not uncommon in these times.... he want's you to do what though?

Director Dave- (Dave york x f!reader) Dave uses some interesting directing techniques to make sure that this years production of the community center play "A Christmas Carol" is the best show your small town has ever seen. Rating: Explicit Warnings: Corny smut. Fingering. Teasing. Weird dirty talk.

Coming Soon

drabble #1 - Joel/you drabble #2- Din/you drabble #3- drunk best man!Joel/ you crybaby universe drabble #1- Joel/you

[amarmoria]

Love and Legion Masterlist

Summary: 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 adopted you almost 14 years ago, after a catastrophic invasion of your country from the two tyrannic Twin Emperors of Rome, only just two years after sending her son away, she can't help but feel pity and guilt at a little child who was just a years younger than her son should've been right now and in an indisputable argument with some of the senators, she successfully stole you away from the hands of your unknown parents.

Lucilla meets her beloved husband and courageous General, 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 many years later, and marries him in hopes of finding protection and love she once seeked in another-- and she did of course. Only a few years later when tensions began brewing between you and your beloved 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, a tension that should not and should've never existed in the first place.

And even more chaos prevails when 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐, a Gladiator brought by the war catches your mother's undivided attention. You don't know why she's so interested in some vicious gladiator until you confronted him to cure the growing dislike h̶a̶t̶r̶e̶d̶ you have towards him.

𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑-𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 '𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐' 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝐹𝑖𝑐

➪ 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘺.

➪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

➪ 𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2.

➪ 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

Act 1

[panakinthedisco]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓇼 HEAVEN | MARCUS ACACIUS X F!READER MASTERLIST acacius' mother forged a blood pact with the goddess of love, vowing to safeguard and elevate her son, while dedicating her life as a delphi in return. through all general acacius' triumphs, you as the daughter of venus deftly orchestrated his victory as promised but then gradually nurturing a forbidden attachment.

important notes: warnings of mature content will be stated to the specific chapter, so if you're under 18 pls dnr! also, just letting you all know that english is not my first language so if you come up any typos or wrong grammar, sorry in advance!

dove png is from @png-heaven

this mini-series is also available in my ao3 account

scan code to listen the spotify playlist for this mini-series or visit my account

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓇼 TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART 1 | daughter of venus

PART 2 | savior complex

PART 3 | the pearl of rome (wip)

PART 4 | rapture grows

PART 5 |

PART 6 |

☆ MAIN MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION | SOCIALS | SIGN OFF BANNER MADE BY. @ALDERAANDORS

[theetherealbloom]

IF THERE'S NOTHING LEFT - SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: You, a skilled healer, are brought to Rome by Senator Gracchus under the pretense of treating gladiators and Roman elites. You work with General Marcus Acacius to fight against the cruel reign of the twin emperors. Through danger and shared hope, your connection becomes a source of strength as you both dream of freeing Rome.

Pairing: General Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, Age-Gap(ish), Ancient Rome, Canon-Typical Violence, Gladiators, Blood, Gore, Romance, Politics, Alternate Universe, Eventual SMUT, Slavery, Sexism, Misogyny, Guilt, PTSD, Rebellion, Empires, (Very Light) Strangers-to-Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers, Crowds, Shouting, Animals, Duels, Loose Historical Fiction,

Main Song: If There's Nothing Left by NIKI

CONTENTS:

Chapter 1: Be The Light, When All The Lights Go Out Chapter 2: Hold On For Dear Love Chapter 3: Where Passion Meets Insane, Where Pleasure Kisses Pain Chapter 4: No Man Is An Island, There's Shipwrecks And Sirens Chapter 5: Coming Soon! Epilogue: Coming Soon!

[andy-15-07]

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

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Marcus Acacius

A Family Beyond War

Reunion of love

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Joel Miller

Home Again

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Hello and welcome to my blog! you can find something about me here.

All of my works are +18 and NSFW, please don’t interact if you’re a minor. English is not my first language and I have no beta reader, please have mercy.

I take requests, so if you would like me to write something in particular send me an ask and I will try to accommodate you as best as I can. However, I reserve the right to avoid topics that trigger me, I will let you know immediately if I can't write what you would like. Finally, be patient if it takes me a while, I have two jobs so in certain periods I probably won't be able to write right away, I will try to do it as soon as I can. For now I only write for Pedro Pascal characters (no RPF), especially Joel Miller. I haven't written for some characters yet but I would definitely try if you're interested. Thank you so much ❤️

I do not allow any of my work to be reposted, translated, redistributed, or fed to AI. Please let me know if you see anyone doing this.

Smut is present in all of them so make sure to read the warnings, I don’t want to make someone uncomfortable.

Full Masterlist under the cut, hope you'll enjoy!

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click here Javi G:

• A perfect day ~ Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent X Gabriela ❤️‍🔥❤️ Javi and Gabi, happily in love, spending time together on the beach.

Lucien Flores:

• Let’s get it on ~ Lucien Flores x Afab!reader x Frankie Morales Lucien is your ex, Frankie is your boyfriend. You’re all bi. Smut smut smut (with love) ❤️‍🔥❤️🏳️‍🌈

Happy reading!

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Please Note: This is an 18+ blog. Unless otherwise stated, all linked works can be assumed to contain adult content. Specific content and trigger warnings can be found on the individual posts/series masterlists.

Masterlist will be continuously updated as content is posted.

PPCU WORKS

Quarry - COMPLETE

Din Djarin is on what he expects to be his last bounty hunt for Greef Karga. However, after capturing a wanted starship engineer who would rather go anywhere other than “home,” the Mandalorian is forced to reassess his priorities. Your taste of freedom had been brief but glorious. Now you are a prisoner of the most infamous bounty hunter in the Outer Rim – it’s only a matter of time before he turns you in. There isn’t much you would not do to keep from being sent home, but as you find yourself growing closer to your captor and his strange little companion, you start to wonder whether escape is really what you want. Set immediately following Chapter 13: The Jedi.

I'd Like To - COMPLETE

Din has always struggled to prioritize his own happiness, even more so now that he is a single father. When some well-meaning friends create a dating app profile for him without his knowledge, he finds himself on his first date in years with a woman who seems determined to bring some much-needed softness to his life. Written for @hellishjoel's Hot DILF Summer Challenge

Miller Tours | Secret Springs Resort - COMPLETE

Prompt: Joel Miller & Speedboat Rides Created for the Secret Springs event hosted by @secretelephanttattoo

Stay Right Here - COMPLETE

You never had a problem getting out of bed in the morning until you started sharing one with Joel. A Secret Santa gift for my dear friend, Britt @pedroswife69 <3

Whiskey's Sour | Secret Springs Resort - COMPLETE

Prompt: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) & Cocktail Bar Created for the Secret Springs event hosted by @secretelephanttattoo

Sweet As - COMPLETE

Frankie comes home after a long day at work and learns how you have been keeping cool in the midst of a heat wave. Prompt: Frankie Morales x Grapes Written for the @happypedrohoursCharcuterie Board Challenge

Work of Art - COMPLETE

Your pregnancy brings out a vulnerability in Marcus you never would have expected. When he reluctantly shares his insecurities with you, you are more than happy to reaffirm your affection for each and every part of him.   Written for @joelmillerisapunkPPCU Body Worship Writing Challenge

Sins of the Flesh - COMPLETE

After multiple chance encounters with a mysterious stranger, you begin having the most unsettling dreams. Written for Monster (S)Mash hosted by @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett-writes

The AK-Vintage Archives (works published pre-2023) can be found here.

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Masterlist Marcus Acacius

updated: July 14th 2024

A promise (E)

You've been in love with General Marcus Acacius, your father's most trusted advisor and friend, ever since you could remember. A kiss on the day you come of age starts an affair that would last for years before you ask him to choose between having you officially as his or not having you at all. Days after, your father the Emperor dies, and the brother who hated you comes to power, wasting no time to make arrangements to marry you off to someone you had never met before, leaving you mourning about what could have been, when Marcus finds you with a surprising solution.