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Vipsania Julia Agrippina.Regal.Commanding.A colossus.Sounds of her footsteps echoing at the mosaic floor.The air itself seemed to crackle around her as she stopped and stood just a few steps away from the doorway. The scent of her expensive perfume, sharp and floral—filling the tutor's chamber.Her expression was a carefully crafted mask of fury.Agrippina's presence overwhelmed the room in an instant, as she surveyed the state of the room's disarray. Her face gradually twisted in displeasure.Julia sprang up from her seat first."Mother!" She rushed towards her mother without hesitation, grasping the hem of her white palla, which covered her black stola, and hid behind Agrippina.Caligula followed suit.His steps were slower, more unsure—while his eyes searched for his mother's face.He can only make out her almost white hair that seems to shine from the brightness of the morning sun that's coming from the wide open window.Caligula knew she was blond.But he hasn't seen any colo
Last Updated : 2025-03-19LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) White Wild Flower
Lepidus had long since discovered that the goddess from three years ago, was.... in fact, a boy.It took one year of watching the goddess whenever they appear at public processions, and finally asking people, to learn that.. and also to find out his name.Caligula. A nickname that the soldiers gave the boy, after hearing him sing in his father's military camp.He felt somewhat proud of these small achievements... which is a big deal to Lepidus.A fifteen year old boy. A half slave and half noble... having this kind of resourcefulness..It started as a simple curiosity, perhaps a bit more.. he's not sure.What truly captured his interest was Caligula's vacant, withdrawn look, the same one he'd witnessed years ago at the boy's father's funeral.His resemblance to a goddess's statue—slightly long golden blond hair, piercing blue eyes, which was disturbingly empty—was striking.Yes, just like a sculpture. Unmoving, uncanny. Years had passed, and Caligula still held that same expression, f
Last Updated : 2025-03-26LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Tu es meum Deus
"Lepidus..." the boy parroted his name, the sound lingering in the air, a soft echo against the hum of the forum. "Lepidus..."A strange smile played on Caligula's lips, a curve that didn't quite reach his eyes, leaving them cold and distant. "Hmmm... So, Lepidus... do you know me?"The question hung in the air, a subtle challenge.Lepidus suddenly felt a strange compulsion to explain himself, to justify his presence.But he remained stupefied, his tongue heavy, held captive by the boy's blue eyes that were trained on him.Now that he was closer, and a sense of ease began to settle over him, he found something oddly disconcerting.That even though the boy's gaze was fixed on him, there was a strange lack of focus, a sense of his attention drifting, like a phantom limb.But when Caligula's attention shifted to the drawings, he noticed a subtle change.The small circles in his eyes, the pupils, dilated and contracted, reflecting a flicker of genuine interest, a spark of life that was ab
Last Updated : 2025-03-27LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) One More Anything
The night air sat thick and warm over Caligula's grandmother's estates.A cloying embrace of summer that made the walls of the villa feel too close, the ceilings too low.The open windows did little to ease the heat, only allowing in the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional whisper of wind that smelled of dry earth and sun-warmed vineyards.The beeswax candles on Caligula's bedside table flickered weakly, its light stretching shadows across the mosaic floor.He sat upright on his bed, the thin linen cold sheets tangled at his feet, his restless mind refusing him sleep.In his mind, the scrolls lay open. The illustrations of the Gods were alive.Their faces, sharp and unwavering, gazed back at him, as if they knew something that he didn't.Jupiter's stern, bearded visage, Mars' angry glare.He wanted to run back to the tutor's chamber and take the scrolls, to further scrutinize them.Caligula had never seen a real face before. Not truly. Well maybe?....Maybe, in the past, but he
Last Updated : 2025-03-27LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Ludus Latrunculorum
Meanwhile, on the other side of Palatine Hill... "Ohh... ohhh..." A hot, wet moan filled the dimly lit cubiculum. "Aahhh... Mmmnn..." A woman's bare back was reflected in the speculum, moving up and down on the bed. Like a cavalryman riding his horse. Racing to war. Her hair tossed wildly with each movement, the air thick with an overpowering floral scent and sex. "Ahhhh, Sejanus!..." Her voice rose to a crescendo. "Ahh... ahh... ah..." Then she stilled for a moment. Her body quivered. Perspiration glistened on her back. Her head tilted up, basking in her high. Then came sweaty breathing, a rustling of sheets, and a gentle thud. A brief, satisfied silence followed—just the sound of labored breaths in the stillness of the night. ...... Sejanus broke the quiet first. A sound of swishing sheets and creaking wood. Without a word, he sat up on the edge of the massive bed, nonchalantly slipping into his red tunica militaris. His movements—careless—as though he had done this a tho
Last Updated : 2025-04-03LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) One Week
The first sliver of dawn pierced the cracks in Lepidus's cubiculum wall, dragging him from a restless sleep.Caligula's unexpected invitation clung to him like the lingering scent of myrrh he remembered from the day before—sharp, sweet, unsettling.One week.The thought sent a jolt of nervous energy through his still-slumbering limbs.'Can I wait that long?' He pondered. Last night he wants to run and just stand outside Caligula's family villa urbana.So the answer is clear...'No, I don't think so..'A grin tugged at his lips as he stretched lazily before sitting up, his back protesting against the hard floor.Determination fueled his body.His cot—a makeshift bed, barely bedding at all—was little more than a scratchy wool blanket tossed over old straw.The pillow was worse, stuffed with rough cloth, maybe even sand or small stones.His sisters' idea of a cruel joke.'Brats.'A loud clatter from the culina—kitchen—rattled through the thin walls, disrupting his thoughts.The servi were
Last Updated : 2025-04-04LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Apples and a Curse
The next day…After being scolded and struck by his father's wives—the matronae—until noon, Lepidus returned to his cubiculum and slept.He woke at dawn, his battered body still aching. But he was used to it.'Well, sort of...' He groaned and tried to find a comfortable position.Then he found a bowl of vegetable soup next to his head. Covered with a lid.'Must be Nubias,' He thought.He lifted the lid slowly, his arms trembling, and smelled it.His stomach growled. But he had no strength—not yet, not freshly woken and in the state he was in.Lepidus sighed instead. 'They forgot a ligula.'He breathe in. The smell from last night was still there.Minus Caligula's scent.. that he already forgot even when he imagined it in his head.'A whole day, wasted. A whole day without seeing… or even drawing… anything..' Or anyone.Now that he was awake, he wouldn’t be able to sleep again. So he let his memories run...And just like that, time slipped past him.Before he knew it, rays of morning l
Last Updated : 2025-04-05LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Caput Mundi Roma
Under the reign of Emperor Tiberius, the Roman Empire stood at the height of its power—prosperous and disciplined.Or so it seemed.In truth, Rome's golden age had not been secured by Tiberius, but by the foresight and reforms of his predecessor.The former Emperor Augustus—clever, calculating, and farsighted—had set in motion a structure so sound that it continued to flourish long after his death.His arrangements. His institutions. His people.But the common masses didn't know that.They feared Tiberius—afraid to probe too deeply.So they let themselves be blinded.Too busy with their everyday lives to care anymore. They had been suppressed...His severity, the treason trials, the constant executions—coupled with deep mistrust and festering paranoia—made the people feel as though they were always being watched.It was one of the reasons public interest in Agrippina's political processions had slowly waned. Like that time in the Roman forum just days ago.And beyond all else, there w
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