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if the MC asked the ROs to be patient while they explore their partner's body, who'd have the patience to actually let the MC do what they want to do and who would just pounce mid-way?

💛 Marcel 

Marcel would have the most patience out of all the ROs. Anything you give to Marcel, he will gladly take. Will he want to touch you? Of course, but he wants you to enjoy yourself, and if that is slowly torturing him with your touches, then he will fall to your will. 

🧡 Margaret 

You can have control, but not being able to touch you would be torture. Margaret would break, and a hundred percent would be begging to touch you only a few minutes in. She would even feel guilty and maybe even say she was sorry, but being able to explore your body again would let her mind forget for only a few minutes. 

❤️ Owen 

Hell no. Owen wouldn't even try. If he couldn't touch you, then what was the point? First, he would try to coax you with whispers of how much better it would be if you just let him feel you. If that doesn't work, then he is pouncing, taking control where he can feel your flesh against his touch. 

💙 Rosemary 

Rosemary would probably be the one to most enjoy this. For you, as a lover, to take your time to explore her body and to take note of every reaction would be the most satisfying thing in the bedroom. You would hear the moans and the purrs in your ears as you explored, and you would even praise her when you touched her in just the right way. 

🩵 Tai

It would depend on what mood Tai was in or how persuasive you are. Lol. Tai is stubborn, and if you were to challenge him, he would not falter, no matter if he wanted to. With clenched teeth, Tai would watch your hands run down his chest, but he would not break. If you did it with sweet words of encouragement, then Tai couldn't help but break and pounce on you midway. 

💚 Zane

Lmao 🤣.  Zane would let you do it, enjoying the torture of not being able to touch you. He would even encourage you to go a little harder... a little rougher— in exploring his body, but don't think he isn't doing the same thing with you later.

Hi, love the demo so far, very interesting and can’t wait for more. I was just curious if there was a reason all the ROs (except maybe Owen and Zain) and the MC are like 20 or 21? It just seems really young so I was curious? /lh

Thank you for reading and the ask. To answer your question, for your MC, it is a timeline thing. The lore of your family is very vast, and I decided that it would be easier to pick a set age. I wanted to do the early 20s because that is the age when the MC's powers start to show in the lore.

Zane's age was supposed always to be five years your senior in the timeline.

I have multiple reasons I made the ROs in their early 20s. First, it is closer to the MC's age, which I feel makes more sense and flows better. Second, in some of the RO's storylines, dying so young is a pivotal point in a lot of their angst and finding life after death with the MC.

Owen is older because it fits better with his backstory.

How would the Ros react if someone insulted them and MC who is just a ball of sunshine and can be fairly airheaded is now the complete opposite? Their usual sunny and absent minded self now has a look that is cold, calculating, malicious and promises nothing but pain.

💛 Marcel 

While Marcel watched you, he would feel gratitude fill his body to the brim, but it would be overcome with responsibility. He didn't need you, sweet and innocent you, talking in such a way on his behalf. 

Marcel would cut in. "Sorry, sir, but we are done here." He said, talking to the red-faced man, who seemed more embarrassed by the second. 

So, with a gentle touch, he will pull you away. "Thank you, my love." He said when he noticed a little pout on your face since you didn't get to finish your angry ramble. 

However, it became happy again when Marcel kissed you, and he hoped that he would never have to go against your wrath. 

🧡 Margaret 

Margaret's heart would beat a mile a minute as she watched you. She didn't like fights. She hated them. And you were in one because of her, even if it was just words she didn't like it. Margaret cared about you too much for you to get hurt over her. 

When you turn back to her, she had tears in her eyes as she jumped into your arms. 

"Don't ever do that again." 

"Margaret?" 

"I don't ever want you to get hurt because of me." 

Margaret would calm down after a while and thank you for defending her, but she would make it clear that she didn't like you fighting; you were too important to her. 

❤️ Owen

Owen would watch as you went at the person, cutting them down with your words in amusement. He is a protector. Hell, he is a wrath demon. Owen is the one who is supposed to protect you, and here you were protecting him. 

Adorable you, who couldn't even swing a sword, was protecting him. 

Owen would watch with a clenched fist watching the scenario unfold. He was ready to step in if you needed him, but before he knew it, the person was walking away. 

You turned to him with a look of pride. "What a jerk." 

When you noticed his clenched fist. "What's wrong-" 

Owen would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. 

"Owen?!" 

"I didn't know you had it in you, lass/duck/lad. That had to be the hottest thing I ever seen." 

You blushed. "What are we doing?" 

"I'm going to go and thank you." 

💙 Rosemary 

She would be in a daze. She didn't usually like people defending her, not when she could do it herself. But when you, sweet you, were defending her, she could just feel her knees go weak. 

It showed you cared, not because she would owe you something afterward; with your kind nature, that thought would never cross your mind. Rosemary knew that for sure.

When you turned back to her, she was fanning her face before regaining her composure.

"Well, aren't you just a knight in shining armor, handsome/dollface/angel face?" 

Rosemary would bring you in for a heated kiss that would make you melt. 

🩵 Tai

Shocked. Tai's own words could usually take anyone down, but before he could even utter a sentence, you had taken over. 

Where has this been hiding inside you? And why did he like it? 

He liked how passionate you were about him. 

Tai's eyes widened in shock even after you turned around and dragged him away. 

Tai would probably be in shock for a while until you brought him out of it and he would grab your hand. 

"Thank you." With sincerity in his eyes, that could knock anyone back. 

💚 Zane 

So smug. Zane has never had anyone stand up for him before. To see you spitting venom at this person would send a thrill through his spine. 

With a smug smile, he would put an arm around you as you berated the person, maybe even helping you out. When the person in question left, you turned back to your boyfriend, who just brought you close and kissed you. 

The hot temper from only a few seconds ago melts away as Zane's fingers rubbed into your hips. 

"Now aren't you full of surprises, Little Lion?" You gave him a shy blush, and Zane just chuckled.

"Don't worry. I liked it." 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story

MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!

The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.

 Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.

Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.

"Thief!" 

"Stop him, you fools!"

A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.

"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.

“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.

"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.

Need to lose the old dogs.

Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.

  Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.

  Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.

  Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.

  Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.

  It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.

  Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.

  "At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.

  The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.

 Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.

 "Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.

"Oh, Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"

  "You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.

Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"

  Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"

  "Well, of course."

  "Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."

  From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.

  "Decima! It's good to see you."

"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.

  "Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"

  Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."

  Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"

  Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted. 

  Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."

  Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?" 

Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."

  Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.

Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.

"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"

Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.

"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima. 

   "Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks." 

   "Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning." 

Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack. 

  Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do." 

  Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well." 

  Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.

  Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you." 

  Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."

  Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."

  Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you." 

Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.

Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.

Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.

  Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.

Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.

  Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.

  The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."

  Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.

  "Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.

  Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"

Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"

 Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."

  Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."

  The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.

Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"

Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.

Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."

  Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."

  Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"

  Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.

  Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.

The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?" 

  Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.

"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.

  "A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.

  But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm." 

 "I see you are quite enjoying my present."

Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"

Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.

Had some inspiration from the ask "If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?"

I wanted to expand a little more on Marcel's reaction, so here you go!

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Marcel feels his eyes on him and turns to find you looking at him with that look. That look made him completely forget about the conversation he was having with the person in front of him. 

How could he focus when you were looking at him like that?

With a smile, he politely exited and went over to you, kissing you ever so softly.

"Is there something you need?" Marcel asked, his voice light even if his eyes were full of lust. The lust in his eyes darkened when you gave him a coy smile.

"No, can't I just look at my boyfriend?" You asked too innocently, and Marcel fought the urge to take you into his arms. 

Marcel cursed a little in old Latin and softly held your hand, helping you stand. 

"I…desire you," Marcel whispered in your ear, making you gasp. The silent question was in his eyes, and you answered by pulling him up the stairs into your bedroom.

All Marcel could think about was being with you. To feel you against him. As soon as you entered your bedroom, he surged forward and kissed you deeply and sincerely. You could feel his tongue in your mouth and whispered promises of love on his breath. 

Marcel lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you gently. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

"Marcel." You whispered against his mouth, eyes closed, as you enjoyed the sensations. 

Marcel shuddered at the plea and pinned your hands above your head, ever so slowly rolling his hips into your own, making you arch your back in pleasure. Marcel wanted you to feel how desperate he was for you; your moans of pleasure only added to the fire.

Marcel's mouth moved to your ear, whispering in a tender tone. "Open your eyes, love. I want you to look into them." 

Your eyes snapped open when you felt his mouth on your earlobe, biting in a teasing manner, making you arch your back just a little. 

"Good. I'm going to leave you a reminder." Marcel smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. His breath against your skin was silent permission that you could only smile at. 

"I would love nothing more." You whispered. 

Marcel's eyes lit up before his mouth was moving against your jawline and down your neck, his mouth making a trail to every curve or sensitive skin that he had traveled over so many times before. 

"Please…more," you pleaded, breathless. 

Marcel's only response was a passionate kiss as his right hand traced your chest, traveling downward between your legs. 

"You're excited," Marcel whispered, amusement in his tone. 

All you could do was groan in response while Marcel's lips went back to your neck before his hands were taking off your clothes and, in a flash, his own. 

Marcel's hands wandered, making you beg for some sort of release until Marcel's mouth started going south, kissing the inside of your thigh. 

Before you could even utter some sort of plea, his mouth was on you. 

Marcel knew your body inside and out. You couldn't help but grip his hair, making Marcel moan. The vibrations against your body made you tremble as the pleasure started to build up. 

Your lover didn't stop. His attention was all on you until he felt your steady increase. Knowing you were so close, he sat back a little, making you curse as his mouth left your body until he replaced his mouth with his hand instead. 

The motion caused you to plummet over the edge until you were lying down on the number of blankets and pillows, looking up at the ceiling as Marcel tenderly took care of you, basking in the afterglow of the cool wash rag and his teasing kisses. 

"You should look at me like that more often," Marcel said, kissing your forehead as you felt your eyes close. 

How would the ROs react if they're just going about their day and just find the MC sleeping in the weirdest spot/location? (For example when I was younger my mom used to find me asleep in my grandmama's flowerbed, on the lower shelf in the garage, in cabinets, etc.)

When I was younger, I would sleep under my grandmother's table. LOL. I am guessing this is after the ROs know this is just a little quirk about the MC and that the MC is falling asleep in safe places. 

💛 Marcel

Marcel found it endearing. Every time he would find the MC in the most random places around the house, he would smile, putting a blanket over them. 

🧡 Margaret 

Margaret would find it cute and a little odd, but when she spotted MC on the floor, she would tip-toe around them, not wanting to disturb MC's sleeping figure. 

❤️ Owen

Owen would find it a little odd but just shrug, picking the MC up and bringing them to a comfortable bed. 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary would always wake the MC and coax them into bed. Where they are sleeping could not be comfortable. 

🩵 Tai

Tai would sigh; that was bad for the MC's back. They should be in bed, not on the floor or where else they find themselves. Tai would wake MC up and order them to get into bed.

💚 Zane 

LOL. Depending on his mood, either Zane will leave MC wherever they are, unbothered (then go lay out on the bed), or they will curl up with MC on the floor.