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Me...me as I read this the entire time!! I didn't know what to expect but this- this was EVERYTHING. I need more....immediately...gahhhhhhh. I don't know how I'm just supposed to go about my day now???

{A} Witcher's Claim

Witcher!Eddie Munson x Reader request: no gif credits: @cuntyarmand divider credits: @adornedwithlight @arcielee Summary: Edward assumes the hero role by rescuing Y/n, the sister of the renowned bard Jaskier, from an unwelcome suitor. In this endeavour, Edward feigns being her husband. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, flirting, slight!sexual tension, slight!rough sex, close proximity, dry humping, making out, mentions of oral sex, light!teasing, praising, light!choking Word Count: 4k Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things or The Witcher or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by: Skylar Grey - Everything I Need

my first time writing Eddie as a Witcher, hope you all enjoy it <3

sdt: @eddiesghxst <3

How did he find himself in this situation? Edward of Rivia, standing amongst humans and mages at a fancy banquet hosted by Yenneger of Vengerberg. A tall, brooding figure in the corner of the grand hall, everyone kept their distance, if one Witcher was enough to make everyone uneasy. Two Witchers was even more terrifying—especially ones with reputations like Edward and Geralt of Rivia—the famed Black and White Wolves. Edward leaned casually against a stone pillar, his keen eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble. Despite the merriment surrounding him, he felt the familiar tension coiling in his gut—the instinct of a Witcher always on alert. The strumming of lute strings belonging to the famous Jaskier echoed through the hall, his voice carrying the familiar ballad everyone knew word for word. “When a humble bard. Graced a ride along. With Geralt of Rivia. Along came this song. From when the White Wolf fought. A silver-tongued devil. His army of elves. At his hooves did they revel…” Edward laughed gently at the bard; his arms crossed over his chest. “Edward? Why do you look so grim at such a…delightful gathering?” Geralt’s low and gravelly voice cut through the noise as he approached with a goblet in hand. “Just keeping an eye out. You know why, Geralt.” Edward replied, his gaze drifting to the hall's centre where Yennefer commanded attention like a queen on her throne. “Not all these banquets can be harmonious. Not everyone is always here for the music.” Geralt chuckled, a sound that seemed to melt into the symphony of the celebration.

“You are not wrong, my friend. But Yen and I thought that perhaps you need to become more sociable. You might even enjoy yourself if you stop your brooding.” Geralt raised a brow, his amber eyes shining with underlying mischief. Edward rolled his obsidian blue eyes, the flecks of silver glowing brightly. Aside from their hair, one of the apparent differences between Edward and Geralt was their eyes, one being grey and the other being raven. All Witchers, when made, have golden eyes, but Edward’s mutation was different. No one could explain it. No other Witcher had such quality until Edward. It made him even more unique in comparison. “Your bard is quite the storyteller. Is that truly how it went, or did he make it up?” Edward smirked, nodding toward Jaskier as he told the tale of his meeting with Geralt. The White Wolf smirked, moving his head from side to side. “I suppose, though I’m surprised he hasn’t written a ballad about me saving his sister from a Wyvern. Shouldn’t speak so soon, though.” Edward frowned, turning to his friend. “Sister?” He asked, sipping his wine. Geralt hummed in response. “Y/n. She’s like Jaskier in some ways but quieter at times. She’s very timid and reserved, which is a very stark contrast to her brother Jaskier.” Edward’s eyes fell on the bard, moving slightly, and his eyes narrowed in curiosity. “And will said sister be joining the banquet this evening?” Geralt smiled at his friend, nodding in reply. “Most likely, there isn’t an event where one sibling is far from the other.”

Y/n clapped loudly as she smiled at her brother, who bowed gracefully at the end of his performance. Y/n told Jaskier she would fetch him a drink as she made her way through the crowd, unknown to the leering eyes upon her. Seeing Y/n approach the table with the wine, Edward sensed something was amiss, the lingering presence behind her growing closer. Observing closely remained silent whilst Y/n gathered some fruit for Jaskier as well as the wine. “Come now, sweetheart. How many times must I ask.” The drunken lord slurred his hands resting on Y/n’s hips. Startling her, she dropped the food and wine on the stone floor.

“I beg your pardon; I ask you remove your hands from me!” She gasped, shoving him away. “Surely a pretty thing like you wouldn’t deny a man like me a dance?” He grinned, his hands beginning to wander Y/n struggled in his hold as she cried out for help. “You’ve denied my proposals long enough. You’ll be my little sweetheart, Y/n, whether you like it or not.” Edward’s eyes grew hard, and he leaned closer to Geralt, a smirk on his lips. “Looks like trouble.” Edward murmured. “Care to play the hero?” Geralt replied, his voice low, but his gaze moved to his friend, a glint in his eye. “Always.” Edward said with a slight grin. He slammed down his goblet and strode toward Y/n and the unwanted suitor, with the weight of his sword at his side, a comforting reminder of his skills.

“Please let me go!” Y/n tried to push away the lord as Edward appeared at the side. “Unhand her.” His voice rumbled; the lord scoffed and tugged Y/n’s arm, pulling her closer. “And what will you do about it, Witcher?” The lord sneered with a disgusting grin. Y/n recoiled as she looked at Edward; the desperate yet silent plea in her eyes shined, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes growing dark with anger. He glared at the drunk lord, his lips twitching as he tried to refrain himself, though his resolve was beginning to falter. “Perhaps I was not clear enough…” He stepped forward, unsheathing his sword; the silver blade gleamed in the light as he pointed the tip at the lord’s throat. The lord gulped nervously at the sight of Edward’s sword. “𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢��𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” He growled, his lips curling into a snarl. The room quietened as they witnessed the situation, the atmosphere heavy with fear and anticipation. The lord stumbled slightly as he released Y/n’s arm and shoved her toward Edward, his arm swinging around her body and pulling her behind him. Y/n held onto his arm, resting her cheek on his leather-covered shoulder. Edward’s gaze softened somewhat at the relief Y/n was okay, looking over his shoulder to inspect her briefly before his eyes hardened when he looked back at her unwanted suitor. “The Black Wolf has a wife?” He laughed obnoxiously. Edward, too released a laugh before swiftly turning his blade, the edge just piercing the skin of the lord’s throat. “𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.” The silver flecks in his eyes glowed brighter, his voice low and dangerous as he threatened the man, whose confidence left him as he scurried away. Edward sighed heavily; his shoulders loosened as he sheathed his sword back in its holder; he looked over to Y/n, his demeanour softened as he caught her soft gaze. Noticing she was still holding his arm, she removed her hands as quickly as she grabbed them.

Raising a brow, his lips curled into a slight smirk, Edward hummed. “So you are Y/n?” Her head tilted slightly before her eyes widened in realisation. “And you are Edward of Rivia? Geralt has spoken of you.” Edward’s smirk widened, leaning on the pillar with a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “How quaint he has spoken about you too. In fact, just before I made my heroic entrance, he told me he saved you from a Wyvern. Saved by two Witchers, aren’t you the lucky damsel in distress?” He grinned, showing his white teeth Y/n blushed, releasing a nervous breath. “I unfortunately attract unwanted attention wherever I go.” She admitted softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I must thank you, Edward, for saving me. Most would just look upon and not say anything.” Edward looked over the guests with a look of disdain. Though he couldn’t help but smile when he focused back on Y/n, the warmth spreading through him as their eyes met. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat." He murmured, his eyes temporarily looking down at her lips before stopping himself from staring. "You’re not just a pretty face under that cloak, are you?" Y/n leant in slightly, her hand touching his forearm, casting his eyes down to her hand. Edward hummed in reply. "Beauty is often in the eye of the beholder." He spoke, his tone teasing. "But I’ll take ‘pretty’ for now." She laughed lightly, and the sound sent a thrill through him. "Well, you’ve certainly caught my attention, Edward of Rivia." The Black Wolf leant in their faces an inch apart. “Well, you’ve certainly captivated me. Many have tried, many have failed.” He whispered. The undeniable pull between them grew increasingly apparent with each passing second. Edward’s fingers brushed her cheek Y/n leaned into his touch, a soft moan falling from her lips. “I’ve heard many stories about Witchers, about you…” She breathed. Edward nodded, swallowing heavily and licking his lips in anticipation. “What have you heard? About me?” He asked Y/n moved closer, their noses caressing one another’s. “𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫...𝐨𝐡…” Her voice faltered, a breathless sigh emitting from her, and she felt Edward’s hand sweep down the side of her body, pulling her closer. “...𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬.” Edward groaned lowly; his eyes found Geralt across the hall speaking to Yennefer. Grasping Y/n’s waist, Edward pulled her out of the hall; her small sounds of protest reached his ears. “What are you doing?” She asked, looking behind, not before the wind was knocked out of her as Edward pulled her flush to his chest. His eyes were ablaze with desire, and his teeth were slightly bared.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

Born on the wrong side of the ocean. With all the tides against you. You never thought you'd be much good for anyone. But that's so far from the truth.

Finding his bedchamber, Edward swiftly locked the doors, pushing Y/n against the large oak doors, his body flush against hers. “Claiming me?” Her heart raced, and her hands held Edward’s shoulders for support. Edward’s heavy breaths sent a shiver down Y/n’s spine, feeling herself grow wet. “I can smell your arousal; the moment I said I was your husband, I sensed it.” He whispered, his warm breath fanning over her cheek, his nose trailing down her neck, breathing in her scent of berries and lilies. Rutting his body into hers, Y/n gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, Edward…” She breathed, her fingers tangling through his hair, eyes falling closed at the movement of his hips grinding along hers. Sweeping her legs to wrap them around his legs, Edward carried Y/n over to his bed, throwing Y/n on the furs covering the sheets.

“I’ve never felt this pull to anyone before. Whatever it is, be it magic, destiny, or fate, I will not question it. If you consent to me claiming you as my own, that is.” Edward panted between each roll of his hips, his cock growing painfully hard. Y/n arched her back slightly into his chest, nodding wordlessly, a broken moan escaping her mouth. Edward growled, tapping her leg; her eyes opened, meeting his lust-blown stare. She knew what he meant; he needed verbal consent. “Yes, Edward, claim me as yours. Please.” Edward captured her lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue invading her wet cavern, exploring every inch from the roof of her mouth to under her tongue. The combination of wine and sweet desserts filled their mouths as Edward devoured her every breath.

Sucking her bottom lip, his hand softly cupped her jaw, his thumb gliding down the column of her throat. Y/n moaned into the kiss, wriggling underneath him, her hands pulling at his clothing. Allowing her a respite from their kiss, Edward leant back and removed his tunic; the insufferable clothing he paraded in all night was beginning to annoy him. Throwing the garment aside, Edward pushed Y/n up the bed, his hands working over her dress. Grinning, he gripped the fabric, tearing it slightly Y/n moaned, her eyes wide with desire as she nodded. Continuing to tear apart the dress, Edward removed it from her body. Admiring her with darkened eyes, Edward’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of her flawless skin, her curves bathed in the soft light filtering through the window. "By the gods." He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're exquisite, Y/n. Like a vision from a dream."

Parting her legs, she situated himself between resuming his earlier movements, rutting his hips Y/n gasped, one hand looping under his shoulder while the other gripped the furs. Her arousal soaked his trousers, spurring him to move faster. “Show me how a Witcher claims what's his.” Y/n begged. Edward hissed through his clenched teeth; moans of pleasure escaped their lips as their mouth clashed in another messy kiss, their bodies pressing against each other, skin igniting wherever they touched. Eddie's hands roamed over her curves, mapping her body as if committing it to memory. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, eliciting a soft moan from Y/n.

“Need you wet enough before I take you.” He groaned, resting his head on hers, dry fucking her with a brutal pace; the friction of his leather trousers meeting her bare cunt sent shocks of pleasure to spiral through her veins. It was filthy, the sounds of her wetness squelching against the leather. It was obscene being naked and spread beneath a Witcher. And Y/n wanted it all, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬. Y/n began to move against him, her hips swaying in a sensuous rhythm, her breath coming in quick gasps. Keeping in pace with Edward’s thrusts, his hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he urged her on.

'Cause baby, everything you are. Is everything I need. You're everything to me. Baby, every single part. Is who you're meant to be. 'Cause you were meant for me.

Readjusting them, Edward swept Y/n in his arms, pressing her back to the headboard. Tucking his face in her neck, his grunts and growls made her shiver, legs tightly wound around his waist. A shattered cry fell from her mouth as her Y/n arched into Edward’s chest; his eyes gazed down, seeing her legs shake, a wolfish grin spread across his features, her glistening cunt drenching the front of his trousers. “𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬.” His fingers cradled her jaw, his thumb swiping along her bottom lip. Y/n’s eyes glittered hazy with lust as she sucked on the pad of his finger. Time ceased to exist as the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their small, intimate haven. “Edward…” Y/n breathed. Edward chuckled lightly. “Shh.” He whispered, his lips brushing hers, his free hand working to unfasten his trousers.

“Let’s not think too much. Let’s just feel, hmm.” Y/n stared at him wide-eyed, a smile breaking across her face, desperately nodding, watching him remove the last of his clothing and swords. “Show me how a Witcher claims what’s his.” Y/n beckoned him back, casting a sultry look in her eyes. Edward crawled along the bed, his lips finding her ankles, kissing each as he worked his way up her body, pausing at her glistening cunt tilting his head, an inhuman growl filling his chest. “As much as I’d love to bury my head between these beautiful thighs.” He kissed the inner parts, leaving playful bites in their wake Y/n arched her back, a needy whine tumbling from her.

Edward moved away and kissed her stomach. “Perhaps next time, I’ll taste your sweet nectar. For now, I need to make good on my promise.” He covered her body with his own, the heat of his skin touching hers. Her hands explored his muscular chest, tracing the scars that marked his life as a Witcher. "So many battles." She whispered, kissing his chest, trailing up his neck, her breath hot on his skin. "So many scars. Each one tells a story, Edward. And I want to hear them all." Her fingers admiring each scar, Edward smiled, grasping her hand and kissing her wrist. "They're yours to discover." He replied, his voice thick with passion.

"But first, let me discover you." Positioning himself at her wet entrance, Edward held her hips slowly, inch by inch; his cock filled her the warmth of her velvety walls made Edward a trembling mass of desire. Her lips found his, their kiss a battle of passion, tongues duelling, tasting, claiming. Y/n's hands roamed, stroking, and caressing every inch of Edward’s body whilst he did the same with hers. Each took their time, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Her touch was sweet and gentle, unlike Edward’s, who was reverent and possessive. "Please, Edward..." Y/n’s plea was a hoarse whisper, desperately needing him to move. "I need you." Edward began to move his hips with shallow thrusts, the bed making light creaking sounds with each movement of their bodies colliding as one. "Ah... Edward... please..." Y/n's voice was a husky plea, her body arching to meet his touch, her nails raking down his back, and tears began to build in her eyes. "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." He teased, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. "𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞... 𝐈... 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭..." Y/n's words were a breathless moan as her body trembled, the dull ache growing more fierce, rolling her hips to make Edward move from his teasing pace.

You can say I'm wrong. You can turn your back against me. But I am here to stay. (I am here to stay).

"𝐁𝐞𝐠, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." He whispered, his voice a low command. "𝐁𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮." He wrapped his hand around her throat, applying gentle pressure Y/n’s hand covered his. "𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝... 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞... 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐞...𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬." Y/n's voice cracked as she surrendered, her body convulsing in a wave of pleasure. Edward's eyes darkened with desire as he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, his body moving in perfect harmony with hers. "Now, my love. Now, we are truly one." Their bodies moved as one, a sensual dance fueled by their unquenchable desire.

Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, marking him as her own, as she matched his rhythm, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion. With each buck of his hips, Edward’s cock assaulted her walls with a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes! Oh Edward!” Y/n cried out, arching her back. Edward pressed his body to hers; his carnal sounds mixed with her sweet whines filled his bed chamber. Digging his fingers into her precious skin, Edward spread her legs further apart, driving his cock faster and harder into her welcoming cunt. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls. As much as Edward wanted to fuck her from behind and roughly take her until she was a sobbing mess, he didn’t want to break her during their first time together. There would be plenty of opportunities to fuck her into oblivion. “So good for me, taking a Witcher’s cock. You were made for me.” He moaned, rolling them over; he positioned her on top, her hands finding balance on his chest. Edward's breath caught in his throat, his body throbbing with pleasure. Seeing the moon cast an ethereal glow on Y/n’s body made his body grow weak. Setting a slow, torturous pace, rising and falling, Y/n’s hips moved in a sensuous rhythm. Her eyes flickered down, meeting his, a smile dancing on her lips. Throwing her head back when Edward grinned, pulling her down on his cock harshly with a rough thrust made her squeal out, her body crumbling at the immense pleasure rippling from her head to her toes. Edward held her waist in a possessive grip, the veins in his neck and arms becoming visible, straining himself not to lose control. Y/n leant back, her hands positioned on either side of Edward’s body to stabilise herself. But Edward's patience was now beginning to wear thin, his need for her overwhelming. He decided to take back control and rolled them over, reversing their positions, his powerful body now pinning her to the bed.

Y/n gasped, her eyes flashing with surprise and delight. The force of his strength made her shiver. "Impatient, are we?" She teased, running her hands through his hair. "Desperate." He growled, pounding into her with a wild force, his hips colliding with hers, claiming her fully. "For you, only you, Y/n." Their bodies moved in a primal dance of desire. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks as she cried out his name. Edward's thrusts became predatory, his control slipping as he surrendered to the pleasure she offered. “You will be the death of me.”

Edward’s voice was hoarse and broken, finding his thrusts growing sloppy Y/n’s walls fluttered around his cock. “Edward, I’m close, please…” The Black Wolf drove into her with a couple more thrusts before releasing a guttural roar; they found their release, their cries filling the room, echoing off the ancient stones. In the aftermath, they lay entangled, hearts still racing, breaths mingling. Their sweat-slicked bodies shined from the fire's warmth and the moon's cool shine. “I never thought I would be entangled in the arms of a Witcher. Let alone the Black Wolf himself.” Y/n whispered as Edward rolled onto his back, pulling Y/n to his chest, and a laugh rumbled within his chest. “Hmm, I don’t want to sound too confident in myself, but I knew you would.” He replied, his voice laced with amusement Y/n sat up, leaning on her elbow as she looked into his eyes. Edward’s fingers raked through her hair, running down her cheek. “Are all Witchers this self-confident, or just you?” Her fingers danced over his chest. Edward’s eyes sparkled, watching her fingers.

“Geralt, at times, it’s more my trait.” He admitted. A comfortable silence fell between them, and the sound of fire crackling filled the bed chamber. “Y/n. I think… I want to claim you as my wife.” Edward whispered. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, surprise lighting across her features. “You mean… for real?” She asked. Edward raised her hand to his lips, kissing each fingertip lovingly. “For real.” He confirmed, his thumb rubbing over her pulse, feeling how fast her heart was racing. A smile broke on his features, shaking his head softly. “I’ve never felt this way before. Not with anyone. A Witcher's life is filled with solitude, and it’s lonely. Then, the moment we locked eyes, everything changed.” His eyes shined. Y/n rested her head on his, her hand cradling his cheek. “Edward…” She began tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, overwhelmed by the weight of his words. “I feel it, too. I did not know it would be you, but I am most fortunate it was you.” The tears cascaded down her face, Edward’s thumbs swiping over the drops, tears prickling within his eyes also. “Then marry me.” He urged, his voice steady and warm. “Let’s make this real.” With a radiant smile, Y/n nodded. Edward laced their hands together. "Yes, I'll marry you."

"Then it shall be so." He declared, his voice filled with happiness. "From this day forward, I claim you as mine, Y/n of Rivia, and I shall cherish, love and protect you always. And from this day forth, I shall be claimed as yours."

And everything happens for a reason. It's all a blessing in disguise. I used to question who I was. But now I see. The answer's in your eyes. 'Cause baby, everything you are. Is everything I need.

You're everything to me

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Enraptured {I}

Emperor Geta x Innocent Acacius!Reader request: no gif credits: @freckledjoes (gifs aren't mine, please don't mistake them with the original owner) divider credits: @arcielee Summary: Geta becomes enraptured with Acacius' innocent daughter Y/n. A dangerous obsession begins to take over. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sexual thoughts, seduction, obsessive nature, possesive!geta, mentions of oral sex (f receving), dry humping, feelings?, sweet talking, manipulation, geta does have a heart (if you squint), jealous!geta Word Count: 4.7k Disclaimer: I don't own Gladiator II or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx this fic is inspired by: Florence and the Machine - Howl

If you'd like to, you can also listen to the ambient music that I listened to, which helped me write the story. Preferably in the order I've listed the music, it helps create a more atmospheric reading mood <3 palace gardens (day) palace gardens (night)

oof, i wrote this over the span of three nights at 4am, hope you all enjoy it <3 part II coming soon

Geta took the throne following his father's death, alongside his ill-fated brother, Caracalla. Both twins ruled with a ruthless desire for control—a desire for true power. But instead of focusing solely on politics and war, his mind found itself increasingly occupied by the image of a girl he'd only seen fleetingly. Her name was Y/n, the daughter of General Marcus Acacius, a man whose loyalty to the empire was as unwavering as his reputation was formidable. He had seen her at the victory parade beside her father on their chariot when the General returned from his recent victory conquest in Numidia. It may have only been a brief glimpse, but it had been enough. Y/n was a striking beauty in a bold and ever-changing Roman society. However, she possessed a softer charm, a quiet grace that drew Geta in like a moth to a flame. She was an oasis in the desert of scheming courtiers and ruthless assassins to seek refuge, and Geta fell toward her with such intensity bordering on desperation. Dying of a quenching thirst he had never known until he had laid eyes upon her. Geta, though, was prone to fits of tyrannical rage, yet, beneath the surface, a flicker of softness occasionally surfaced, a vulnerability he fiercely guarded. It was only ever reserved for his brother to ease his own fits due to his illness. No one else had that privilege. However, the constant weight of bearing the whole of Rome on his shoulders and monitoring Caracalla at times grew too much for him to handle.

That is how he found himself in the palace gardens one day, where he found her. The object of his hidden affections, the reason for his thoughts to drown out the senate's boring words. The very woman who created his obsession to take over his entire being. Geta approached her from behind, listening to her hum a gentle tune. The ever-so-soft breeze blew her strands of hair as her fingers brushed the flowers delicately. A butterfly flittered above, and she held out her finger for the flying insect to land Y/n smiled. “Hello, my friend. What a marvellous day for an adventure.” A light giggle emitted from her plump lips. Geta’s eyes glittered with adoration and masked the lingering hunger inside him before making his presence known.

“It’s not often I find myself in the company of an ethereal goddess like yourself, my lady.” His voice startled her; the sudden sharp movement in her body made the butterfly leave her finger. Her doe eyes found Geta with a frightened stare. Geta immediately realised his mistake, rushing toward her with a hand raised to show he meant no harm. “My sincere apologies, my lady. Do not be afraid.” He smiled. Y/n softly gathered her skirt as she moved away from him slightly. “Emperor Geta.” She bowed her head in respect, loose strands of her hair falling beside her face; the immediate response of obedience made Geta’s heart swell. Tilting her chin to face him, his fingers lingered on her skin longer than he intended. Y/n’s lashes fluttered as she smiled timidly, and a light blush appeared on her cheeks.

Geta removed his fingers, and a soft hum filled his chest. “So…tell me, are the gods displeased?” He smirked, and the glint in his chocolate eyes made her release a light-hearted laugh. “I couldn’t know what you mean; I’ve never met them, Emperor.” She answered with a light tease. Geta’s smirk widened as he leaned forward to whisper. “I believe they would be jealous that you’d rather spend your time here than with them.” Y/n, too, leans forward slightly; her gaze also flickers downwards briefly before meeting Geta’s gaze again. “Why are we whispering Emperor?” She asked. Geta chuckled, looking over his shoulder and then up to the sky. “I may be a vessel for the gods, but that does not mean they would take it lightly; their most beautiful goddess is occupying her time with me.” The tip of his nose caressed hers gently; the sudden close contact made Y/n retract, and her breathing grew heavy. Geta smiled, his fingers tracing her palm before his thumb traced over her pulse in her wrist. “You needn’t be so nervous around me. But perhaps you're a nymph; I’ve read how timid they can be.” He murmured. The compliment made her blush even more. “Your father speaks of you often; my brother and I have asked him to bring you to our festivities; he always seems to have an excuse not to bring you.” He told her with a light pout appearing on his face.

Y/n took in a small, sharp inhale. “I apologise, Emperor. It’s not my father’s doing entirely; I’m inexperienced with court life. Also, Lucilla and I spend most of the days together. Reading and walking.” She explained to Geta; his head tilted, and the corner of his lips tugged into a grin. “Ah, yes, Lucilla. Between her and your father, they’ve kept you in a gilded cage. Such innocence must be preserved, I understand. But little nymph…” His voice trailed off, and his bronze irises stared into hers. His gaze heated and filled with an intense fire. The sight made Y/n’s breathing falter slightly; the deep crimson eyeshadow around Geta’s eyes made his stare more penetrating. He leaned in a little more, their lips almost touching as if he were teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “Do you not wish for more? To see more? 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?” He breathed heavily, his fingers caressing her jaw and moving up to her cheek. “I-I do not know what to say…” Y/n’s words fell short, and the combination of Geta’s touch, words, and closeness overwhelmed her. “Emperor Geta.” Y/n moved away and stood quickly, brushing her hands over her dress. “You must forgive me, I-” She began, her breathing growing uneven as she stepped away. “My father, if he were to find out about this exchange…it’s improper. Whispers will be said about us.” Geta’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched as he stood. “Should anyone feel the need to whisper anything about their Emperor and the General’s daughter improperly, Caracalla has always expressed an interest in servants participating in our games.” He gave a broad smile Y/n still kept her distance as she heard her name being called in the distance by a guard. “Lady Acacius, your father has requested we bring you home. The evening will be upon us soon.” Y/n smiled at her guard, turning to face Geta curtising gracefully. Geta observed her through hooded eyes, flickering down to her body as she stood to her full height, her gaze still on the ground. Geta released a light chuckle before once again tilting her chin up. “Oh sweet nymph, your innocence is most…𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

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Geta rested his hands on his marble terrace, hearing the loud chatter of his brother entering his private chambers. “Brother! The games begin today, and I am ready to command blood to be spilt!” Caracalla clapped. Geta entered his chambers, a soft smile upon his face at his twin brother. Nodding, he sipped his wine and pointed to Caracalla with a maddening grin. “The gods, they seem quite unmerciful. I can feel it.” They both laughed, and the manic look in their eyes matched the others. All the gladiators would have to pray that today could be their last.

While in the palace, lively chatter and excitement filled the halls and chambers alike, and the joy of the gladiator games took place to honour General Marcus Acacius. Not the same could be said in the home of the Acacius’ home. Marcus fiddled with the ring on his finger as Lucilla adjusted his cloak with a warm smile on her facial features. Marcus’s soulful eyes softened at his wife, finally feeling at peace and being back in her warmth. “Y/n and I have missed you dearly, Y/n more so. As much as I worry and long for your return and safety, your daughter fears the most out of us both. She lost her mother; she does not want to lose you.” Lucilla’s soft-spoken voice made Marcus’ heart clench at the memory of losing Y/n’s mother. “If something were to ever happen to me, she has you. She adores you Lucilla.” Marcus smiled; his brown eyes shined with love. Lucilla’s smile widened her fingers, delicately resting the Acacius brooch on her husband’s cloak. Her eyes looked over Marcus’ shoulder, and her face brightened once again. “Y/n, dear, you look beautiful.” Y/n nervously fiddled with the dress, made from the finest silks and gold embroidery—a gift from Geta. “I’ve never seen that dress before. Is it new?” Marcus asked Y/n nodded as she spun in a circle. “A gift from Emperor Geta. Isn’t it wonderful? Lavender is my favourite colour. Today, he even gifted me my favourite poems by Virgil. He told me it brings him joy to see me happy. However, I do not know how he found out about these things. Perhaps he heard from you, father.” She giggled softly as she ran out of the lavender dress flowing behind her. Y/n’s innocence filled Marcus with dread; his sweet daughter was unaware of Emperor Geta and his true intentions. Marcus felt helpless. To move against an Emperor, especially one as mad and a tyrant as Geta and Caracalla, then Marcus would surely pay with his life. “Lucilla. We must move forward with our plans with the Senate. Y/n is now involved; whatever web Geta has weaved her in, I can not- I will not let him entrap her.” He let out a shaky breath.

The night festivities Geta loved as much as the games, the loud laughter of the senate filling their body with endless wine and food. The music played as concubines, slaves, and whores danced for entertainment. Geta observed carefully with a heavy glare as Caracalla spoke with Y/n, the two laughing at one of Caracalla’s playful remarks about one of their servants. Geta’s hand gripped his throne, trying to hold his composure. Seeing Y/n in her new lavender dress, which he had gifted her, made her body look even more heavenly and beautiful, even if it were even possible. His eyes constantly raked over her figure, imagining tearing the fabric from her body. Adjusting himself in his throne, he felt his cock harden at the thought of having his way with Y/n. He could see her underneath him, moaning and writhing in pleasure. His gaze darkened further as Dondus jumped up and down on Caracalla’s shoulder, his tiny blue linen dress bouncing in tow. “And this is?” Y/n gestured to Dondus with a bright smile. Caracalla held out his arm for Dondus to approach Y/n, and the capuchin happily rubbed his head on Y/n’s open palm. “This is Dondus, my closest friend and trusted ally.” He expressed with a giggle.

“Aww, he’s so sweet. Does he always embrace strangers so quickly?” Caracalla shook his head. “It seems you may be his new favourite. For that, you may never be able to leave the palace now.” Before laughing, Y/n laughed too as Dondus hopped onto her lap, spinning in circles and clapping his hands. “He’s putting on a show for me. Aren’t you charming?” Y/n cooed. Caracalla turned to Geta with a snide grin. “He dislikes Geta; he’s always peeing on him. Be careful; brother Dondus may do so if you get too close to Y/n now.” Y/n fluttered her lashes over to Geta, smiling at his brother’s comment. Her breath hitched in her throat, seeing Geta’s hungry stare upon her.

“Oh, I’m sure Dondus will understand. The three of you can share me. There’s plenty of love to go around.” She nuzzled her nose against his. The capuchin chittered, climbing up so Y/n could hold him in her hands. Geta smiled, licking his lips as he narrowed his eyes before sipping his wine. After he sat his goblet down, he leant over. “Dondus would think twice about committing such an act toward me, brother. He knows the boundaries. But as our dear Y/n said, I’m sure we can share her. Though it’s fair to say, she’ll become more fond of my company.” He flickered his gaze to Y/n, a wicked grin on his face, standing from his throne.

“Would you like to retreat somewhere quieter, my little nymph?” He bowed with his hand stretched out. Y/n looked up with a nod of her head and stretched out her arm for Dondus to climb back to Caracalla. Slipping her hand into his waiting palm. Geta helped her stand as she bowed to Caracalla. “It was lovely speaking with you, Caracalla. I’m sure we are going to be great friends.” Y/n kissed Caracalla’s ring. The younger twin grinned happily and nodded enthusiastically. “And it was my pleasure becoming acquainted with you, Dondus.” The monkey jumped up and down, spinning in a circle again before posing with his hands in the air. Y/n clapped softly. “Bravo, my dear friend.” She giggled as Geta pulled her to his body with a possessive grip, his jealousy becoming apparent.

If you could only see the beast you've made of me. I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free.

Caracalla smirked knowingly whilst giggling to himself, kicking his feet while doing so. Seeing his brother jealous was the icing on the cake for the evening. Something Caracalla always liked most was making his brother envious; Geta glared at his twin fire burning in his eyes. “Not. A. Word.” He pointed to his brother, removing himself and Y/n from the festivities; Caracalla's distant laughter made Geta’s jealousy burn brighter. The crackling of fire and cicadas filled the night. Geta led Y/n to his private garden near his chambers; the distant sound of a lyre playing created a serene, calming atmosphere. Y/n looked at the blanket of stars glittering in the sky.

“The stars are especially bright tonight. My father and I have always loved observing them and seeing the constellations. The stories of the gods. Do you agree-” Y/n turned to face Geta, whose eyes were only fixed on her. Geta raised his hand to her face, tracing his knuckle along her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair, twirling some loose strands. “If it’s possible, you're even more beautiful in the evening, little nymph. Lavender is your colour; 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲.” Heat spread across her cheeks at his compliment. “You flatter me, Emperor.” She replied, eyes cast down, and her nervousness began to show.

Geta laughed lightly; his fingers touched her chin, tilting her face to look at him. “You may call me Geta when we are alone, my dear.” Geta murmured Y/n’s heart began to race. Both were leaning into one another, their noses brushing, the building infatuation between them growing more apparent with each passing moment. Being this close to a man, let alone an Emperor, made her feel dizzy. “Geta…” Her voice was weak as Geta rubbed his cheek along hers, breathing in the sweet scent of her jasmine bath oils. “I-is this allowed?” She blinked, looking around to see if anyone could be watching. “Mmm, it’s quite alright.” His voice was sultry thick with lust, sending goosebumps all over her body. Geta wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tightly. His lips found her pulse point, his nose brushing along the side of her throat. Y/n let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Geta grinned, sweeping his hand up her thigh and moving aside the dress at its slit, exposing her leg.

The coolness of his rings soothed her heated skin, and Y/n’s body involuntarily moved closer to Geta. The dull ache between her legs made her whine lowly, the unknown sensations in her body making her mind hazy with confusion. “Can you keep a secret?” Geta’s voice was low and intimate, his breath fanning her cheek, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The tip traced the edge of her lips. A little whimper emitted from her parted lips. “What kind of secret?” Feeling weightless in his embrace, Geta pulled her leg over his waist, and Y/n held onto his shoulder for support. “The very kind that could change your life. I have desires, Y/n—dark ones.” Y/n swallowed, and a tremulous breath escaped her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Desires?” She whispered, the word heavy with a sense of curiosity.

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart. Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart.

Geta’s eyes darkened, and the heat in his stare made her feel like an animal caught in a cage. “Would you like me to show you?” His fingers trail over her exposed collarbone slowly toward her chest. He smirked at her little gasp, leaning in to graze his lips along hers, their breathing heavy with anticipation. “If I were to slip my fingers between your legs…” He whispered, moving his hand further up her thigh, dangerously close to where she ached for him the most. “I believe I would know all I need too.” Y/n blinked the moon reflecting in her eyes, making her even more sinless to him. “And what would that be?” She asked him, desperation filling her voice. The young Emperor laughed, biting his lip, his Adam’s apple bopping heavily. “That your body wants me as much as mine wants yours.” Y/n’s lips parted, and a choked moan tumbled out as she adjusted herself to sit on his lap fully. Feeling brave, Y/n licked her lips and pressed her lips to Geta’s; it was all the consent Geta needed; a deep growl rumbled in his chest, and the sweet, innocent kiss soon turned heated. A clash of teeth and tongues melting into one another. A startled moan fell from her lips, allowing Geta to slide his tongue into her mouth. Gathering his robes into balls in her palms, Y/n rolled her hips experimentally, feeling his hard cock press against her aching core. Peppering kisses along her jaw toward her neck, Geta placed his hands on her hips in a deathly hold; the possessive grip made Y/n gasp, clutching onto Geta’s shoulders. “𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚…” Y/n tried to speak, her voice failing her as Geta breathed heavily, his lips finding hers, silencing her with another hunger-filled kiss. “𝐘/𝐧…” He groaned between pants as she melted into him, the warmth of his body igniting a desire she never knew existed but now setting them alight. Yet with every kiss, every heated touch, the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. She let herself be swept away, lost in the depths of his chocolate eyes, the rough yet tender touch of his hands upon her body, the promise of something more. Whatever spell he had put her under, Y/n surrendered willingly. Geta’s eyes shined at the uncorrupt girl above him; her angelic sounds made him grow harder. Her flushed cheeks and porcelain-like skin glowed under the moon’s brightness. “You are making it troublesome for me to withhold myself from ravaging you, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡.” His tongue darted out to slide along Y/n’s bottom lip, their pants of breath filling one another’s mouths. “You speak so boldly, my Emperor.” Geta smiled, running his fingers through her hair and tugging the strands gently yet firmly. “Boldness is necessary in my position. Those who seek power must be. But with you, I find myself wanting to be more than bold. To be impulsive. Reckless. To… 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞.” He murmured, resting his head on hers, pushing her dress further up her leg to her hips. “Consume?” She whispered, intoxicated by the alluring promise in his words.

Draping her wrists over his shoulders, rolling her hips faster, the idle yearning inside creeping to the surface at a rapid pace. She knew it could be wrong, forbidden to be involved with a man that is not her husband. Let alone an Emperor. But for so long, she had been sheltered away from the society of Rome, where concubines roamed the streets and delighted in orgies—the violent games filled with spilling of gladiator’s blood—the dangers of being lured into a web of deceit and power-hungry ego-filled men. Y/n understood why her father and Lucilla kept her away from it all, but to keep her away from all of that, they kept her away from Geta. Someone who, the moment she met, she felt an instant pull and attraction. How could you possibly stay away from him now?

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Y/n pulled him closer, her fingers slowly working through his ginger locks. The gold laurel shone from the moon’s beam as she removed it from his head. Geta watched her movements, and a wolfish grin spread across his lips. “A promise, of course, my sweet Y/n. Though perhaps to others it can be seen as a threat.” He replied, his intense and unwavering. No matter how often they shared a gaze, each one grew more fervent than the last. “Consuming something can be dangerous.”

Y/n spoke with a shaky breath, her nerves growing unsteady. Silence fell between them as Geta thrust his hips upwards Y/n cried out, the jolt of pleasure rippling through her.

Kissing the column of her throat, Geta moaned lowly, arms looped around her back, pressing their chests together. He could feel the wetness of her arousal seeping through her undergarments and into his robes. “Will you allow me?” He guided her hips to move harder Y/n moaned, clutching onto his robes, her legs shaking at the contact of her body moving against his. “I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Whatever your heart desires, it’s yours. Allow me to have you, all of you. And in return, you will have all of me.” Geta released a broken moan Y/n shivered, nodding wordlessly; she threw her head back as Geta’s eyes gleamed darkly; his hands tugged and pulled at her dress, sourcing any part of skin he could grab. Grunting through his bared teeth, Geta rolled them over, pining her beneath him as he rutted his hips between her parted legs. Y/n arched her back, leaving Geta to assault her with rough kisses and teasing love bites littering her skin—marking her as his.

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in. You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl.

“That’s it, sweet girl. So pretty spread out under me; how would the gods feel to see their precious nymph being seduced by the Emperor? Helplessly watching as she succumbs to his dark charms.” He panted their moans, filling the air, the rustling over the clothes rubbing against each other, Y/n’s whimpers ringing through Geta’s ears and leaning into the whisper in her ear, pressing his body firmly to hers. “I can only imagine how you would look sprawled on my bed, my head between your legs as I feasted on your cunt.” He groaned, his eyes falling closed, imagining the scene in his mind Y/n gripped his hair harder at his words. “Or perhaps you would prefer first I take you with my cock, claim your virtue for myself. Steal you away from your father, bind you to me. Lavish you with jewels, the finest dresses fit for an Empress. We can lay in bed to our heart's content, making love until the early hours of dawn to the late hours of the evening.” He rested a hand on the globe of her ass, wrapping a leg around his waist. “Your heart will be safe with me. I will protect you with my life. Without you, I am nothing.” His voice was laced with temptation and desperation. “This feels…I want it. I want you.” She confessed, eyes wide with wonder and blown with lust. A shattered moan broke free her body, shaking waves of countless pleasure spread through as she came undone. Geta groaned, he too, reaching his release; their bodies grew still. “Good.” He said, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

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The following morning, Y/n awoke in an unfamiliar bed as she rolled onto her side, her hand falling on a warm chest. The soft breathing of another reached her ears. Raising her head slowly, she saw Geta sound asleep, his features gentle and warm. The early morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a relaxing glow. His eyes blinked open, sensing he was being watched; he stretched his arm out, fingers running over her cheek. “Mmm, this is a sight I could get used to.” He grinned Y/n blushed, running her fingers through her hair before tracing patterns on his chest. “Did you mean anything you spoke of last night? I do not know much of such emotions and how men and women show affection to one another. But I’ve never felt these feelings until I met you in the gardens that day. Tell me, am I risking my heart being broken by you, Geta?” She murmured, fear and uncertainty swirling in her eyes.

Geta sat up, resting on his elbow; he frowned, his thumb pulling her lip gently before swiping down her chin. Y/n caught his wrist; her nervous breathing caught his attention. He narrowed his eyes, tugging her forward. Y/n gasped as he held her hips firmly, pressing her to his body. The corner of his lips curled into a slight smirk, capturing her lips in a breath-stealing possessive kiss Y/n’s inhibitions melted away, feeling Geta cradle her cheek with his hand. After a few moments, Geta pulled away. Y/n chased his lips, and a dreamy sigh was emitting from her. “Does that answer your question, my love?” He purred as Y/n was about to answer, but they were interrupted when Caracalla burst into Geta’s chambers. “Brother! What is taking-” He shouted before pausing in the middle of the room, a wide grin forming.“Oh, have I interrupted your and Lady Y/n’s morning delights?” Geta glared at his twin, shielding Y/n protectively under his bedsheets. “Caracalla, leave now; give us some privacy!” He shouted Y/n tucked her face in Geta’s chest, embarrassment flooding over her as Caracalla snickered, clapping his hands. “Do not be embarrassed in front of me, Lady Y/n. I am…well acquainted with a woman’s figure.” He licked his bottom lip, and a teasing laugh fell from the twin Emperor’s lips.

Geta’s jaw clenched, his grip growing unbearably tight on Y/n’s body. Wincing slightly at the pain, she wriggled in his grasp. “𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜��𝐥𝐥𝐚. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰.” His voice fell dark and threatening. Caracalla giggled, then sighed dramatically as he left the chambers. Geta’s grip loosened, much to Y/n’s relief. “Would you like to join me as my guest for today’s games? It’s about the naval wars, quite exciting.” He smiled Y/n hesitantly and nodded whilst taking a breath. “I must apologise in advance, Geta. I do not stomach blood and violence well.” Geta nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “That’s quite alright; you will not dishonour me if you turn away. It’s more of a plea to keep you by my side.” With a playful glint in his chocolate eyes, Y/n giggled, her fingers fiddling with Geta’s robes, his eyes cast down to observe her quietly. “I truly make you nervous, don’t I?” Y/n’s lashes fluttered so she could meet his eyes, a beautiful smile spreading across her lips. “Perhaps. Is that common to feel that way when you…” She trailed off, and a shuddered breath tumbled out. Geta raised his brows, silently beckoning her to continue. “Express your feelings for one another?” She whispered, blushing at her own words. Geta laughed. Y/n tilted her head as she slapped his chest, playfully laughter also escaping her. “Yes, it is. But do not worry; in time, your nerves will leave you. The more time we spend together, the more comfortable we will become around each other. It’s only natural.” Geta slapped her thigh, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Now we must dress; a glorious day awaits us; we do not want to keep the gods waiting.”

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#so good!#if i could tattoo the feeling this story gave me i would #love a low-key rivalry between Caracalla and Geta #emperor geta x reader

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