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Can we take a moment and appreciate whoever was responsible for giving Joseph Quinn Smokey eyes??

Thank you

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Gladiator — Masterlist

- Claws Of The Wolf — Emperor Geta x reader

More to come…

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—Claws Of The Wolf—

Emperor Geta x reader (1.8k)

Summary: Captured as a slave the gods seemed to hate you, because it was your poor soul, who was chosen as a gift to the Roman emperors. And one of them in particular caught interest in you.

A/N: that man did something to me. Like, truly. However, enjoy! (English is not my first language, not proofread)

Rome was to be the capital of everything, the center of the entire world. Shining bright, it was the sun over earth, and no glory and no splendor could ever overshadow it. That was it, what they promised you. A promise that seemed as true as the sun blinded. And burned.

This was burned painfully into your mind, when they branded you the first time in Rome. They had attacked your poor village in an unfortunate province. Roman soldiers, invincible bringers of suffering, slaughtered on the battlefield and enslaved everything they found, right after the blood. And if you have ever thought that you could slip away from their claws, then you were foolish. Your fate was sealed as they carted you through half of the Roman Empire, lying in chains. Food and water were thrown at you just enough, so you wouldn’t perish right away, and when you found out that you of all people were to be sent to Rome with some other poor souls, some prisoners envied you. 

You, however, could only pity yourself. 

You were bought. A young woman you were, and they said, you’d have a pretty face. And maybe it was that face of yours that would bring you all the misfortune. It was just a year that you stayed at that wealthy family, preparing meals, cleaning the beds and tidying everything up when your landlord had had one of his excessive feasts. And only because of that you learned how to be quiet and still, vanishing in a room, so everybody forgot your little existence and told you all their secrets without the awareness of doing so. 

You were left alone. 

Until your landlord, a slimy man, was invited. Invited to the palace by the twin emperors themselves. There was a feast to be, of which you didn’t know the occasion for, and you couldn’t have cared less about it. But when the landlord of yours became a guest of honor, he decided that there was no way around making an extraordinarily expensive gift. No honor was too low for the tyrannical emperors of the Roman Empire, and because the gods seemed to hate you and took a liking in your miseries, it was you who was picked as a gift for the emperors. 

You had a pretty face, they said. 

And just like that, you found yourself lost between massive marble columns and opulent, important people, all overflowing with wealth. Wrapped in the most ornate fabrics and gilded in expensive jewelry, you were led through endless halls of glory in the palace. You stayed quiet, hoped for anything to happen that would drag you away from the bloody claws of the emperors, but the gods showed no mercy, watching you without interrupting your suffering. Oh, damn these cruel gods!

You, with the landlord and guards, stopped in front of the largest of doors in this palace, and for a glimpse of a moment you thought of running away, fleeing your fate. But you decided that the death that would follow this pathetic attempt would be the most ignoble. So instead you raised your chin, high up, when you were brought through that door and into the people-filled hall. There were hundreds of them, shining with wealth and money and watching you uninterested. 

And then you saw them, and your hands got sweaty. Worshiped like gods and bathed in every gold, they sat on their thrones, gilded leaves of laurels crowning their red hair. Emperor Caracalla and Emperor Geta. And when the vain landlord bowed in front of each of them, their names trembling over his lips, you knew which was which. And you didn’t know who you should detest more. Emperor Caracalla, with his childlike grinning, slumped in his throne—disgusted, you pictured him stating death sentences with that laugh. 

Or emperor Geta. His eyes were much darker, his mouth joyless and when his gaze hit your eyes, you realized what a cruel man he was. You had trouble holding his gaze; like a wolf watching the rabbit, that was the way he looked at you. He was hungry and just waited for the smallest sign that showed weakness, an opportunity to lick blood, before you finally fell into his claws. 

And you decided that you would not give it to him. That satisfaction of absolute power over everything and everybody—you would thwart that happily, even if that meant you getting into more unfortunate situations.

“Your highnesses, my emperors, Your Glory and Power shines and overshadows every of my brightest days and darkest nights of my humble being”, the landlord brabbled, and you wondered if he would have shared the bed with the emperors himself, if he hadn’t had you, “This honor to attend to one of your breathtaking feasts is the greatest I could have ever had to enjoy.”

You observed the emperors during his endless crawling and kissing. Caracalla’s glance only touched the landlord occasionally, being more occupied by his cherished ape, who was ridiculously dressed up and probably had more freedom than you could ever dream of. 

Geta, on the other hand, watched the bootlicker in front of him with a stone-hard gaze, knowing very well about his loyal pretense. You were thankful that his eyes weren’t resting on you anymore, because he waited for something, expected something. And that something was you. 

Geta didn’t waste himself on answering the landlord‘s words and only demanded with his gaze that he 'd go on. Goosebumps made their way down your spine, coldly and mercilessly, and yet… interested. You were completely intrigued by his presence, but something had piqued your curiosity for this man—and still, you wanted to run away.

 “Your highness Caracalla, your highness Geta, I have therefore, as a promise of my highest regards, decided to bring a gift for you.“

 Geta, now sitting more upright, leaned forward. His gaze, that inevitable gaze, lay once again on you: your hair, your hands, your hips, and your face. And there was something unsettling in his dark eyes. Desire?

Your heart raced.

 “From my personal servanthood,“ Caracalla watched you now, too, his head cocked, “I am bringing you this beautiful woman.“

 He said your name, and you didn’t bow to the emperors right away. You waited a couple of moments too long, and when you finally bowed, then with an irritating slowness. Knowing very well of this action and understanding it very much, Geta’s gaze had darkened even more when you raised your head back up. The corner of his mouth was now twitching dangerously angered downwards. Not that anyone in the room noticed that small shift of his manner; people had drifted too far away in a delirium of wine and money to see details like this.

But you saw it.

And he knew.

Hours of feast passed, and no one seemed to ever get tired. People drank, ate, and drank more and you stood in the shadow of a massive column and wondered whether your miserable new situation was miserable enough to finally lose your belief in the gods. You stayed not far from the emperors. Geta had made it clear to you that you leaving on your own was not wished; you had no other choice than remaining near him, there, where he could eye you. Just like a beautiful, beautiful statue.  

And so you did not dare move from this position, even though you wanted to. But everything in this new place mounted over you, from the massive walls to the presence of the emperors—there was no chance for you. You gladly accepted the role of a statue, standing among the people but being not seen for anything other than your beauty, everything else being forgotten about your presence.  

You had a pretty face, that’s what they have all said.

And just when you believed that your place in this night was not changing anymore and that you would be left alone once again, the whole attention of Geta suddenly shifted to you. It was just a small hand movement, barely noticeable, and yet it was a command you could not escape.

Again, you didn’t react right away, waited a couple of seconds too long, testing his patience, before taking slow and small steps towards his direction.  

And he waited. He waited until you reached him, until you were close enough to smell his scent. And without anything being able to prepare you for it, he grabbed your wrist in such a quick motion and dragged you down to him, that you stumbled helplessly and humiliated onto his lap. You bite your lips, suppressing a scream of shock.

“They say you have a pretty face, do you know that?“, Geta spoke with a soft voice.

He said it into your ear, he was that close. The tip of his nose ghosting over your rosy cheek let shivers run down your spine, which you desperately tried to push away—and failed.

“I‘ve heard of that,“ you cracked out. 

You were too overwhelmed by the demanding presence that made your blood run faster and robbed you of your last bit of confidence. Stiff like rough sandstone and holding onto his shoulders, you sat on Geta‘s legs, which were wrapped in the heaviest fabrics. You tried not to meet his gaze, holding your head still in one direction only, past his face.

“They are right.“

One jewel-covered hand stroked over your thigh, searching for a slit in your fabrics to finally feel your bare skin—to claim it. And something deep down in you, a small traitorous part of yours, only wished for this very moment, where your skin would be desecrated.

Geta cocked his head, and you heard the smirk in his voice when saying, “Why so silent? I would have expected you to be far more sharp-tongued.“

He wanted something from you. But he didn’t want it right away, because his hand suddenly left your leg, leaving a cold shiver for you, and he inhaled deeply the scent of your hair before pressing you off his lap into a standing position. Blushing deeply out of anger and… desire, you abruptly stood in front of him, having no idea of what you were supposed to do now.

Geta had had a goal to twist you, to turn you, to unsettle you, and he had reached it. There was something that entangled you about him, and you just did not know how you could escape this foolishness of yours.  

Now he was sitting in front of you, grinning victoriously, and spoke: “I will have you brought to a room, where you can wash yourself, and in an hour I will find you in my chambers.“

Then he left. Disappeared between the people. And you, left alone but not freed from the wolf, shivered like a rabbit that would very soon find itself caught in claws. And you damned Rome.

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How about I write something for Geta? Send requests if you have cool ideas hehe ✨

(I want to get back to writing so badly, I am finally having motivation again)

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New chapter out

If you like the umbrella academy go check it out hihi

Should I post the whole fic here on tumblr?

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Help my dad just called Caracalla “Ed Sheeran on speed”

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I love ask games! Ask me anything, pretty please ✨🎀

ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

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I will worship you till I die if you do that

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New Chapter whop whop!

For all my TUA friends out there. Btw do you want me to post upload the chapters also here on tumblr? Let me know

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I’ve updated my who-I-write-for-list. You can go check it out, if you like (I am especially happy over Miranda Croft requests)

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Just finished the first season of the flight attendant and OMFG MICHELLE GOMEZ????

She already slayed in chilling adventures of Sabrina but here??? The things this woman is doing to my head are unbelievable

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✨TUA Fanfiction ✨

Ehm, I’ve started a fanfic on Wattpad about number eight of the Umbrella Academy (incredibly new trope, that no one before me has done, I know). It’s funny, I hope, so check it out if you want :D

It would mean a lot, if you’d vote and comment sometimes! Love you!

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I think what bothers me a lot about season 4 is the lack of weirdness. Like, all of the characters started to have a normal life with problems normal people have. It was so depressing.

Yes, ik, that is what they wanted, but seeing Diego, Lila, Luther, Allison and Klaus in midlife crises with no fun twist was so… idk. It wasn’t the vibe. Only five and Viktors careers made sense.

The fun part in season two was, that all of the Hargreeves, when some time had passed, had built up some new lives that were so absurd and still fitted their character that it was funny. Klaus has a cult? Didn’t have that on my bingo card but I loved it. Diego in an alyssum? Wtf is this dude doing, I love it.

But Lila and Diego, the couple that met in an asylum and surprised you all the time with some new unconventional bullshit are now having a boring miserable marriage — like my neighbors.

The fun with Tua was all this random shit that made everything so absurdly entertaining but never had lack of depth. Now it’s just bland midlife crisis and it sucks.

And don’t get me even started on the plot holes in s4. Season 1-2 were so well written, s3 had its flaws but was still kinda fun but s4??? You had two years and rushed through everything as if you only made it in two weeks.

I am really sad that such a great show had to make such a bad ending.

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so did anyone else cry actual tears of disappointment over s4 of TUA cause that’s where i’m at….

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Tua Season 4 — wtf???

I’m so disappointed with this ending of my fucking fav show, it literally hurts my heart. It was just so bad omg

(I’m going to pretend that the third and forth season never happened)

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Why are there so few the handler x reader fics??? Have you seen her???

(Please gimme some requests)