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Deception From The Heavens || Chapter I

-Modern!Fem!Reader AU-

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👑Story Summary: Your pride was going to be the death of you one day. Or… maybe it’ll be sooner than you think. Trying to prove that the history they teach you school is wrong, you use your “gift” to send yourself back in time to get the facts straight. However, something goes wary, and now you’re stuck in probably one of the brutalist places in history: Ancient Rome. Oh! And you so happen to have spawned in the middle of a gladiator game. That’s… fan-freaking-tastic.

👑Chapter Summary: You’re such an… idiot. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to him, but it’s no big deal. It’s not the first time you’ve gone back in time by accident. Although… you’ve never gone back this far before.

👑Pairings: Emperor Geta x Modern!Fem!Reader; Slight - Emeperor Caracalla x Modern!Fem!Reader

👑Rating: Mature

👑Word Count: 2,798

👑Date: 1/15/25

👑Warning: Minor Blood; Description of Violence; Self Doubt (LMK if I'm missing anything. I only beta this once 😅)

👑A/N: Based on the prompt by @the-holy-pigeon . Hopefully, this lives up to expectations. Enjoy everyone!

You felt everyone’s eyes on you after you spoke. Strangely, it was something that was rare, you were quite used to it by now. Less than a year in College and you were already the “talk” of the campus -- Being the student that your fellow classmates either shook their head in disbelief or your teacher’s wheels turn to quickly. Either way…

You find it hysterical.

Your teacher fixed her glasses, confusedly asking, “I’m sorry. Repeat that again.”

“Apocryphal.” You said, while straightening your slouching self out. “It means ‘Of a story or statement of doubtful authenticity, although widely circulated as being true’. So, I was just saying your little… statement is Apocryphal.”

“And… why is that?”

“Because, despite everyone thinking she was Egyptian, she’s Greek. Cleopatra comes from a long line Greek Dynasty, and was the first person in her family to actually speak Egyptian.”

“And how do you know this is true?”

“Because it is.”

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Miss L/N, just because you believe it is, doesn’t make it true.”

You shrug. “Yeah, I know that.” Then you smirk. “But it is true.”

And I’m not backing down from this as usual. Out of every professor you had in this school, Mrs. White was probably the most tired of your “bull shit”. Yet, she never really fought with you as much as your other professors would. You find it strangely… amusing.

The older woman quietly sighed again before sitting back down at her desk. “Let’s just… read chapters 12-14 for the remainder of class.” She replies, and her students complied, and whisper gratefully under their breaths.

As you start opening your text book too, your smirk seems to grow a bit more when you swear you heard her mumble something about drinking a whole bottle of whiskey later.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“I swear, you’re never going to pass school at this rate.”

You cast your gaze up and away from your homework to your best friend since birth, James, who was (as usual) neglecting his own homework and was playing with a ball as he chatted away. The two of you had gone to your normal spot outside, and sat underneath a big oak tree to get away from the madness of campus.

“We haven’t even finished this semester and you’re already messing up your chances of ever finishing.”

You shrugged and looked back down at your work. “It’s not my fault that they’re passing off false information. I mean, I know it’s been centuries later but come on. Can’t these historians be a little more accurate?”

“You know, you did this shit in middle school too? And high school?” James points, as you shrug again. “You barely passed highschool because you kept arguing with the teachers. I’m surprised they never suspended you.”

You smirk a little. “Maybe because they know I’m right?” Then pokes you hard in the arm. “Ow.”

“Well how do you know?”

You almost sigh and roll your eyes. Lately, these past few weeks, this same conversation between you and him seems to be getting more frequent. Was he finally tired of you not giving him an answer? The same answer that might make him put you in a mental hospital? You start opening your mouth to speak when–

“And do not say ‘I just know’. That’s not an answer.” James pushes, and you shut up. “Y/N/N, come on, seriously, where did you hear this stuff? Did you watch a documentary? Did you read a book? Come on. How are you so sure about all this stuff?”

Now he was looking at you with those eyes that made your stomach flutter. So gentle, so caring, so–

You shake your head.

There’s no WAY you can tell him the truth! First off, how do you even make him believe you? And it’s not like you used your abilities on another person before -- so how are you going to be able to demonstrate it that sees fit for him?

He says your name that pulls you from your own trance. I mean, could you at least try to explain it to him?

“It’s… complicated. I mean, I want to tell you, James, but I’m not sure you’ll even believe me.” You admit, practically biting your lip as he sits up straighter.

“Try me.” He says, as you shake your head again.

“James–”

“No, seriously. Try me. I mean, we’re best friends! I’m sure I’ll understand.”

I’m not so sure… But you never know. Maybe he will. You take a deep breath and ask again, “You really want to know how?” He nods eagerly. “Okay.” Another exhale. “I’m a time traveler.”

Oddly, it was kind of satisfying to say that out loud. Your friend however just seemed to stare as the hamster took forever to get the wheel moving in his little head. You counted forty-five seconds before he burst into laughter. Now it was your turn to stare and wait for him to notice your monotone expression. His laugh slowly disappeared, and was replaced with a long gaze again as he tried to pinpoint your emotions.

“Wait.” James said, after another forty-five seconds of nothing. “Seriously?” You nodded yourself as he scratched his head, trying to reprocess this yet again. “H-How? I mean–” He stands straight up with a face full of confusion. “So, what? You’re like Doctor Who or something?”

You hum as you try to think of a comparison. “I was thinking more like The Flash.”

He blinks. “The Flash?”

“Yeah.” You stand up as well, trying to act all nonchalant like you usually do. “I don’t need some telephone booth, or a car to take me through time. I have… powers.”

“Powers?” Another blink and another nod before he laughs once more. “This is insane. Unreal! I mean– I-I would have believed you had a Delorean before you told me you had actual superpowers.”

“Well, what did you want me to do? You asked me the truth, so there it is.”

“Y-Yeah, but powers! I mean, I know you were a little crazy, but come on! That sounds like BS!”

And this is exactly what you had expected. Him rambling on and on at how unreal your answer was (Truth be told though, it does sound a little nutty). Yet, on the brightside, he hasn’t run off from you.

Ain’t that a plus. You thought, as you rack your brain for an idea. “James.” You saying his name seemed to stop his talking and got your attention. “Do you… want me to show you?”

“Huh?”

“My powers. Would me showing you help?”

“Uh… y-yeah. It would.”

“Alright. First things first–” You point. “Check your jean pockets. All of them, and really thoroughly.”

“You want me to check my pockets?” He gives you a weird look. “What does that have to do with–”

“James. Just do it. Jeez…”

To humor you, he does. “Alright. Now what?”

“Just…” You quickly surveyed the area to make sure no one else was around. “Keep your eyes on me.” You take a deep breath, producing a thought and channeling your powers to–

As soon as he saw your eyes glow you were gone.

He nearly jumped out of his own skin from that. Cursing abruptly and looking around to see if he maybe he just blinked and you took off, but…

Then you reappeared.

He let out a bit of shriek in surprise, staring you with those big old orbs of his. “Y/N–”

“Check your back pocket.” You reply with a smirk. You watch him take a second before doing so, feeling around his jeans until he gets a hold of the note you left. Shocked stretched across his features as he opens up to find that you had written:

‘I TOLD YOU SO’

“My… god…” James manages to get out after a while. “You… y-you have powers. Like… real fucking powers.” He cracks a smile and a light laugh. “Holy shit, Y/N!”

“You see? And that’s how I know everything is true.” You explain, as the relief suddenly kicked in. It was like a huge freaking weight was lifted off your chest as soon as he accepted it. Maybe I really shouldn’t have kept it hidden after so long.

“That… everything makes sense now. That’s why you’re so confident in your answers.”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ for extra effect, as he racks his brain for another question.

“So… how’d you know you could do this?” He asks, as it was your turn to think.

“Well… remember that really good ice cream shop we used to go to? The one that closed down.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, there was one day I was dreaming about that place, and suddenly, before I even knew it, I somehow traveled back to when it was still open.” You explain, remembering how scary and confusing it was once you did it. “It took a bit for me to travel back to the present, and I was about a hundred percent sure I was dreaming it until it happened the following day.”

“Holy shit.” He mutters, processing. “That must have been freaky.”

“Yeah, it was.” You shrugged. “At first, I thought my powers were just triggered by my own memories, but once I figured out that I can travel somewhere farther than that, that’s when I really wanted to put it to good use.”

James raises an eyebrow. “How’d you figure that out?”

“My grandmother always told stories about her home country. One day I just happened to recall one of her stories and– POOF! I was there. Same time period she lived in.”

“Whoa…”

“This is really rocking your brain, isn’t it?”

“Uh, duh! What did you expect?” He pokes, hands coming to rest on his hips. “I have a follow up question, if I’m allowed to ask.”

“Just one more?” You teased, as he scoffs.

“Y/N/N–”

“Alright, alright.” You laugh. “What is it?”

“How’d you get your powers?”

Annnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddddd…….

That’s when your heart sank. Though, you shouldn’t be that surprised he asked that, right? It was probably the most obvious question to ask but…

It was also extremely painful to remember. The cars, The trucks, The screaming, The burning, and the–

You shuddered, which must have been visible because now his hand was on your shoulder, as he was asking if you were alright.

“Y/N?”

“The accident.” You managed to say, and it just had barely come out above a whisper. You felt him freeze too, and recall that day as well. “After that accident with us… I somehow gained these powers.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.” You look down at your feet, wondering if you could find the answer down there. “I never really questioned it. I never really knew how to question it. I still don’t.”

To be honest, after a while, you just let that question lie. Sometimes you think it’s best not to know. And maybe it was just fate’s intention to make you this way and nothing else more.

“Who else knows?” He asks, as you look up at him.

“Just you.” You reply, truthfully. “I mean, I don’t really have anybody else in my life other than you.”

He frowns, and breaks eye contact. “Yeah, I guess it just has been us for a while, hasn’t it?”

There was a long pause between you two, which ultimately ended when he started backing up his things.

“Well– I’m starving.” He says, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go to Denny’s.”

His response makes you look at him like he had two heads. “Wait… that’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, what else do you want me to say?”

“Well… you’re not freaked out over this? Or mad that I withheld this for so long? Or… something?”

“That’s a ‘No’ to both so–” He sighs. “I mean, I’ll admit, I’m still a bit freaked out over those powers. I never really suspected something like this happening in real life, but here we are.”

“So, you’re good? We’re cool?” You ask, as his smile immediately calms your nerves.

“Yeah. We’re good. Although…” It turns into a smirk now. “I could be a dick and exploit the whole world and major bank off you, if that’s what you want.”

You scoff, and slap him in the arm. “As if!” You gather your stuff and start following him off campus. “If you do that, I’ll make your life hell.”

“Yeah, I have no doubt you will.” James said, as you beamed with pride. “So, let’s go stuff our faces with pancakes, and let our only worry be is Mrs. White’s stupid homework.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The grounds were pretty much all blood at this point.

But as more of the sacred liquid spilled across the dirt, the louder the cheers got. This was Rome, said to be one of the deadliest places in history. I mean, who wouldn’t consider Rome’s version of the Hunger Games not deadly? Men of all shapes and sizes fought inside the colosseum, all praying to the Gods in the heavens that they be the ones to survive -- to be spared, and maybe freed if someone should give them just a sliver of kindness.

Besides the hungry townsfolk watching from the stands, above in their golden thrones and silky gowns laid bloodthirsty rulers of these lands. The ginger haired twins watched and raved, and licked their lips at the delightful game that had blossomed before them.

The scruffy man who at first seemed like the underdog of this ring was suddenly fending and slaughtering left to right, causing the crowd to boom even louder and start chanting for him to be the winner. He spit out some blood, and quickly wiped his brow as he stared some of the other men down who were waiting to strike. If he can finish this group off, he’ll be able to survive another day. He twirled the sword in his hand, changing his stance, ready to lunge–

The sky above made a sound like an attack was happening, but before anyone could even think about what caused the noise, you suddenly appeared dead smack in front of the gladiator.

Smoke had lifted away from your bruised body, the glowing color you gave off disappeared as you moaned quickly at the ache. You force yourself to open your eyes through the throbbing pain in your skull, wincing at the sight of the blazing orange sun above.

What just… did I… Your thoughts swirled in your head like a blender, and as much as you wanted to just lay there, you knew you needed to get up. Your mind goes back to James, and how he…

Wait.

Did you… even end the fight between you two? You wonder this as you sit up, your hands touching–

Sand? You move your fingers around the tiny grits, wondering where–

You froze. You feel someone watching you. Scaredly, you crank your neck up to the person next to you, a man who looked at you with a bewilderment, a man who was holding a very bloody sword was–

He didn’t even get the chance to speak when someone else stabbed in the side of the neck for an instant kill. It wasn’t until your face was coated in spots of red was when you screamed and started scrambling away. It was like your sudden movement caused the remaining gladiators to start fighting again; Some of them even coming after you like you were the prize or big ticket out of the place.

“Nononononononono– I wanna go home! I wanna go home!” You yell, and start to teleport away. Only this time… it felt different. Before you knew it, you had simply just popped out of the arena, and into the stands where all the Senators were.

You’re not sure how many you knocked over, or how many people in the crowd you heard gasping and screaming at you -- to you, you must be some sort of demon, a bad omen because who in Rome has ever seen a Time Traveling woman before?

Then you heard someone calling for guards as you tried again.

And again.

But for some odd reason you could not fucking leave this place! For your sanity you try one more time, mustering all your strength, only for you to repeat history and plop out somewhere else in the colosseum. You landed on what felt like stairs, the sound of people jumping and moving away, guards drawing weapons, and people’s loud chatter. But to be honest, you couldn’t really tell where you were or who these people are, because everything started to go blurry and dark.

Blurry and dark.

It was just like the last time.

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