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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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Yes!!

Yes.

I always make a wish on the brightest star.

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I’ll be his favorite!!!

I’m so ready for this movie y’all 🫠

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I can not wait to see this. It will be amazing.

Joseph Quinn as Emperor Geta!

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A Space Journey

Part Nine

Summary: We learn more about Tyler…though his present comes back to him, his duty.

Notes/Warnings: 18+ and over, please! Consensual p in v intercourse, angst, some drinking (always be safe) angst

In Aliens there is a moment where we see the heroine, Ripley sitting on a bench in front of a screen that displayed a moment in a forest..there were sound effect to accompany the moment…I am using that in my next chapter for something with Tyler & his gal…with my own twist to it.

(It’s a bit of a long chapter!)

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“I can’t dwell on this any further. I’m just grateful to be home with you, and the others.” His voice drifted off.

He knew the company had more in store for him. After seeing that creature, he instantly had regretted his decision. He had to remind himself, why he agreed. Things would get better. Life would be better. It had to.

He remembered earlier how his anxiety grew. He had seen you sitting and laughing with Rain and Andy. You were smiling. He took a step closer to you as you poured yourself some of the amber liquid.

He leaned on the counter. “Pour me some more of that, please.”

You nodded. He did enjoy watching how you moved to reach for his glass.

He clinked his glass with yours before you both swallowed down the sharp liquid.

“Will you tell me how you became friends with Rain and Andy?”

You coughed, nodded. “I was only teasing. I don’t really know them.” Shrugging, you gathered up the glasses to put them in the cleaner. “A few days ago, I stopped some little hoods from trying to destroy Andy. She chased me off, probably thinking I was one of them.”

“You are small enough.” He chuckled softly.

You rose an eyebrow.

“You know how much I love how small you are.”

“I suppose.” Your eyes met and a small smile was shared. “Well, anyway today he came over telling those horrible jokes, and after asking I finally joined them.”

“Rain’s father programmed Andy with those jokes after patching him up.”

“So, there is some history there.”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Rain and I were in a relationship.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“It was when my father was still alive.” He wished he knew how you were feeling.

“That was a while ago.”

“Yes, it was quite a few cycles ago.”

“Who ended it?” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Does it matter?”

You nodded. “I want to know.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t know what I wanted.”

He looked away.

“My mother had just passed. I wanted more of something reliable and carefree.”

He looked back at you.

“I was a mess. All I could really focus on what Bjorn and I had discovered. Making surreal Kay was looked after.”

He smirked then, remembering the rush from those first trips.

“We could make very easy credits scavenging. We were on and off world a lot. We were making a lot, even bought this old hauler and refurbished it.”

He patted the Corbelan.

“That was a big for us. She never joined us, thought I was being reckless. Thought, we were like the pirates from the old stories. Made me feel like a thief, worse and I couldn’t accept that so I walked away.”

“None of that must have been easy. You find things, making our little world better.” You smiled up at him.

He rubbed your arm. “Thank you.”

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said you were not a complete and utter scoundrel.”

A smirked curled his lips, he enjoyed how you looked at him.

“The charm, the swagger in which you approached me with, I couldn’t resist.” You giggled, continuing.

He pulled you close. “So you like that I’m a scoundrel huh?”

You reached up and brushed some strands that had fallen into his eyes.

“I do.” A smile spread across your face.

“Good. You better.”

He kissed you then, a soft sound came from him as he felt your lips. It was almost too much. He had missed the feel of them so much.

*******

Barely, was the door of his room closed and locked when both of you landed on his bed. You made quick work of his sweater that you had so pulled on earlier. Easily you were wiggling free of your pants. Some of his inky strands had fallen into his eyes as he stood watching you as he pulled and tugged at his own garments. Once enough was off, he crawled over you, his weight felt delicious on you.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek. “In cryo sleep, all I dreamt of was you.”

“I’d lay here missing; thinking of you. Remembering you.”

Opening your legs more for him, a soft moan broke your lips as you felt him graze your opening.

“I will remind you again.” He practically growled.

“Yes.” The word broke as a moan came from your lips as he entered you.

********

Your fingers entangled in his sweat soaked, strands. Your eyes never left each other, kisses became bites and bites became kisses. You clung to him, never wanting to let him go as he moved above. Your moans mingled and became one like the two of you were.

“Ooo Tyler.” You managed to call out, after your body erupted in pleasure from tightening against him.

Your name poured from his lips, as you felt him fill you. His breath warm, panted harshly in the aftermath. “Love you, baby.” He breahted before as his forehead rested against yours.

*******

The place hummed, it was warm. Almost steamy like the aftermath of a hot shower session. Liquids flowed, some sticky and sweet while others were sharp and hot like a flame as it coursed a flame to the belly to whomever decided to swallow it. The lights shone while others moved with the beat of the music.

Tyler kept a hand on your hip since you and the others came to the bar, it was a firm grasp. Not one you could forget that it was there, and to be honest you really didn’t want to. You had missed, his steady touches.

He matched your movements as you danced. You relished how this made your heart race and you alive you felt.

******

It was nice to only have to focus on you. He debated if he wanted to encourage his cousin’s new salvage. It worried him, that they had gone on one without him.

Though, he knew that soon he’d be getting his new assignment soon. He kept a steady eye on the bar. In the back of his mind, he worried the man who had been bold enough to attack you, may try again since he was home.

That’s when he could have sworn he saw something. He did. But he relaxed, it was only Xano.

“Baby?” He said hoping it was loud enough.

You looked up at him through a swish of your hair.

“Yes?” He saw her reply.

“Lets get a drink. I see someone I know.”

You nodded.

Easily with a hand on your lower back, he guided you over to where Xano stood.

“Hi partner.” He greeted him.

“Harrison!” Xano smiled, then looked over you. “Is this the girl you told me about?”

He smiled proudly. “She is.”

“Hello? So I guess Tyler has been talking about me?”

Xano nodded. “Only good things.”

You giggled. “Is there any bad?”

He smiled and gave you a squeeze. “Maybe.” Catching the bartender’s eyes he motioned for some drinks.

“Ow!” You smacked Tyler’s arm.

“There wasn’t.” Xano spoke up. “He loves you, he is a very brave man.”

You smiled at Xano and then back at Tyler. “He is far braver than me.”

He shrugged. “I have my moments.” He moved closer to the artificial man. “Xano, what are you doing here?”

“Was hoping to see you, meet the pretty girl that brought your head to the stars during cryo sleep.”

“Oh? So you did dream of me.” You piped in.

He smiled. “I told you I did.”

“You did.” You smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear. “You two will have to excuse me, I need to freshen up.”

“Don’t be gone too long. Xano and I might have to go out onto the dance floor without you.” He gently teased.

“Sure. Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

He nodded as the bartender slid a cold, frosty looking glass. He did enjoy that the great amount of credits he had and how they were improving things

Taking a sip, he enjoyed the crisp, cool liquid.

“Xano? What’s really going on?” He leaned against the counter.

“They wanted to send a friendly face, they are very pleased with you. We’re needed. We will have to push off the strength training. A satellite has gone off coms and they expect this creature is at fault.”

He took a more substantial sip. It bubbled all the way down to his stomach.

“Then why do they need us?”

“You are the best, they like you.”

“Right. I believe that. I’m the most reckless.” He finished the drink.

“That is true too.”

“Didn’t they learn anything from the data we brought back? This thing is lethal, we should not try to trifle with it again.”

Xano’s face was impassive. “They need more information on the subject.”

Tyler groaned, he put the glass back on rhe counter. He motioned for another one. “One of these days, that creature may bring about our end.”

“I am hoping we can achieve what needs to be done.”

“And that is?”

“For humans to have an advantage, to strengthen them.”

Tyler shrugged, he nodded once again as a glass slid his way. “I want to close out my bill.”

Giving, Xano a side long glance. Reaching into his back pocket, he eyed his credits, he covered the bill and a decent tip. He nodded to the man, sliding the credits over. “Have a good night.”

“Thank you.” The man replied with his own thin lipped grimace.

“How long do I have?” He turned his attention back to Xano and took a sip from the glass.

“They wanted you tomorrow but I reminded them you should have some more time to recuperate since, your body had not taken too kindly to the differences.”

Tyler rose an eyebrow. “I’ll be alright.”

“We need to up your strength.”

“I’ll get there.”

“I know.”

“The day after tomorrow, they want you there early, there is asteroid field passing through.”

“So a few days were only a couple.”

Xano nodded.

“How long will we be gone?”

“I don’t feel like my calculations are strong.”

Tyler drew closer and rose an eyebrow, he glanced around. “I still trust them.”

“If we factor in the asteroid belt that is coming through, it may be closer to a year possibly just over a year.”

Tyler slumped. “Will that be the entirety or is that round trip or one way?” He pressed his lips together.

“That is where my calculations are fuzzy.”

“Damn it.” He slammed his hand on to the bar. Bracing himself on it as his annoyance bubbling hotly in him.

Xano put a hand on his arm. “Look, this will be even better than the last one. What we are supposed to see and acquire will make some great advances in the program.”

He glanced at him through the strands of his hair that fell into his eyes. “This will be rough. My girl, was attacked almost raped while I was gone. I couldn’t fucking protect her.”

“We can hire protection. You can marry her when we get back.”

“Protection?”

“Yeah. There are artificial people like me but just for that kind of protocol.”

“Would she have to know?”

“You wouldn’t want her to be aware of the protection?”

“I don’t want her to worry. She likes to blend in, not get noticed. “

Xano, nodded. “I can make sure she doesn’t know.”

“Alright. Then yes, let’s do that.”

“I will go and begin prepping the ship. See you in about thirty two hours.”

“Alright.” They clapped each other in the back and tapping on his watching he called up Vacation Immersions.”

He eyed the packages available for tomorrow. It was slim pickings up here was able to pick a good one. He hoped it would soften the blow of him leaving again so soon. He confirmed, just as you bounced up to him.

You glanced around. “Where did Xano go to?”

“Oh?” He shoved his one hand into the pocket pf his pants. He mustered his best smile. “He just wanted to finally meet the gal filling my dreams and much of my waking hours as well.” He chuckled.

“So distance makes you a softie huh?”

You smiled wide eyed and warmly up at him. It tore him to shreds.

He nodded. “Now, hey enough talking why don’t I twirl you around some more before we head back to the Corbelan. Tomorrow we got a big day ahead.”

Excitement shined on you. “Tomorrow? We do?”

He nodded. “Yup.”

“Alright then, dance with me love.”

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What is Emperor Geta thinking….

What the Emperor Wants

Part Eight

Summary: Justice is served, feelings are realized.

Warnings/Notes: 18+ & over! P in V consensual sex, implied violence…death in the coliseum, drinking, old time thoughts about the gods & life.

Sol Invictus: Roman god of the Sun, Pluto: Roman god of Death, & Ursa: Bear

❤️s, comments, feedback & reblogs are always welcome! Thank you for reading! (A bit long!)

Sitting in the royal box of the coliseum made you nervous. You had only stood and served prior to this day. As you settled in your seat you felt like all the eyes were on you. You knew that wasn’t the truth of the matter but it didn’t. Your heart kept a steady beat.

“Don’t worry. The eyes will be on me soon enough.”

Startled, you glanced at Geta. A slow smile spread across his face.

You glanced around the intensity of his gaze made you shift where you sat. Taking a breath before looking back at him. “Sire?”

“Justice is going to be served.”

“Good.”

*******

This was going on o send ripples in the water. He looked forward to seeing if it would bring about a storm. Regardless, the earth will be free of one enemy. Perhaps, others will scurry out of the shadows and reveal themselves.

The herald, called for the attention of the vast audience. Trumpets sounded. He felt as if the gods, were at his side as he walked to edge of the royal box.

“People of Rome!”

He shouted. A thick silence fell over the arena, the ceased what remaining words flew from people’s lips.

“People of Rome!” He repeated, he looked over the seats.

“When dawn broke this morning, before Sol Invictus slew across the sky to bring us the sun; a man snuck into my dwelling. He wished for me to meet, Pluto.”

The crowd erupted. He allowed them to scream their disgust, their unpleasantness.

Easily, the herald brought the coliseum once more the order.

“My trusted guards, have questioned him.”

He let his lips curl into a wide smile.

“And it is here I will let you all witness justice. You will see what happens to anyone who tries to end my life.”

The clanging and metal gets rose up from one part of the coliseum, the man beaten and bruised was brought out. Seeing his condition was pleased him greatly.

“Now, I will allow you and the gods to choose his final fight.”

A snarl followed by a loud, guttural roar filled the aren. A lion, pounced and rocked his iron cage. He circled in the small space eager to be released.

“Shall we allow a lion have its way?” He called out.

The man now standing by himself could be seen trembling at the place the guards had walked him too.

The creaking of a much larger cage came into the arena. Just as some of the loose sand was kicked up in a breeze that blew when a roar from the depths of its belly was heard. A bear, far taller than serval men stood on its hind legs and banged against his cage. Spit, fangs were bared as it roared once more.

“Who shall this assassin be brought to justice by?”

The crowd went wild. Their screams, their cheers were far louder than both of the beasts that were in the arena.

He watched from his perch, the man fall to his knees. His eyes, which had once been filled with hatred and malice now were water and full of pleading as he fell to his knees, completely forgetting the sword the guards had dropped near him as he appeared to cry out with pleas for mercy him. The man he had wanted dead not that long ago.

A laugh, erupted threw back his head in amusement. His crown of golden leaves remained where it rested atop his head.

Power, surged through him. He spread out his arms. He got his answer. It as if it had been whispered in his ear.

“The gods have spoken!” He hollered.

The crowd, once again silenced.

“Today, a bear is what deliver his sentence!”

The men who drew out the lion, returned with it to the shadowy tunnels where they fed and kept it ready for any match where it was needed.

The men who brought in the bear, bowed to him before turning to the locks that held the bear secure.

The man jumped to his feet he was barely able to grab the sword, he had been given and bow. That irked Geta, but he would be dead soon enough, he mused.

The bear, shook himself off ignoring the men who retreated back to passageway from which they came from. He appeared to look around.

“Be the hands of the gods, great Ursa!” He called out.

The bear rose at his words, letting out a roar. He had been trained well. Geta smiled. The bear finally saw the man. He lowered himself onto all fours.

“Now for justice.” He said softly and caught the eyes of you, his brother who actually looked pleased for the first time in a while and the general. Who looked actually ill at ease. he shrugged it off. He knew he liked the freedom of a battle. The landscape of the earth beneath his feet as he fought along side his legion with his sword.

Sitting down, he saw as the bear and the man clashed. A scream and roar mingled and became one. The man did manage to graze the bear’s shoulder with the blade before be was knocked into the air from the full force of the bear. A fight ensued.

Geta, glanced away to see you. There was a flush in your cheeks and your eyes looked as if a storm had rolled in, reminding him of how you spoke of things to him. But your emotions, he couldn’t be certain of. Then turning to him, feeling his gaze surely you met his eyes.

“He is getting what he deserves for what he attempted to do. In the underworld, he will never forget what he tried to do.”

“Yes. And he will know that a girl, who is as delicate as a spring’s bloom saw him and foiled his dark, devious deeds.”

“Anything to keep you and Rome, safe and at peace, Sire.”

********

“I had thought, you told the others we would be joining them for the festivities being held. Food, dancers would be brought out for your pleasure.”

Your stomach was still in knots, after watching the man torn apart by the bear and fights that had been held after to further celebrate the justice that had been severed. The gladiators had fought with great pride that afternoon.

Wine, the fruit did nothing to calm you. A shadow of what could have been, fell over your heart. If you had not returned for his crest that held your clothing, it would have been a completely different day. You were certain of it.

Your place, would be different. You would mostly would have been in that arena. You knew in your heart that Caracalla despised you. Though, with this glorious delivering of justice and Geta’s kind words, you would continue to live, to breath.

“That is true. They will be. Wine, will be poured. Toasts will be made. Words, will fly in my praise. Though as a man, an emperor I wish to take a moment.”

“If that is your will, Geta. I can give you some solitude if it is what you wish?”

A light chuckle came from him. You glanced at him, his eyes that met yours were bright as if the sun itself was blessing the fresh earth it chose to shine upon.

“No, that is not what I wish.”

The warmth of his hand on your lower back could be felt through the soft fabrics you wore. He easily guided you to his quarters. Once the door, closed behind the two of you.

“I need to be one with you.”

“Geta?”

“Yes?”

You watched as he carefully took his crown off and laid it on a table near where the two of you stood. Your heart quickened in your chest. With quick pace, he was in front of you.

“This is a pleasure, the great Venus has given us. I wish to feel it once again.”

His fingers grazed the curve of your jaw.

You closed your eyes and nodded. “I wish to feel it as well. But then shall I retire for the evening?”

He shook his head. “No, we shall go and enjoy the banquet, watch the dancers. I want one of my favorite possessions at my side.” He smiled.

Something about his words, that smile made a fluttering in your stomach. It was the very emperor, that wished for you and no one else. In all the stars and prayers you made, would have been something you ever thought would be bestowed upon you.

“This will be our own display of gratitude to the gods for the justice served today.”

His thumb grazed your lips, your heart began to thud like the night before. If not harder since now you knew what you would be feeling.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

********

“Wait?”

“Yes?”

He let his eyes move over you. A softening of his words, that came to his tongue urged him to speak. You had been the to save his life. Not the guards that stood outside his door.

“You are far lovelier than any fresco, in my domus. I will have to fetch in artist in the coming seasons.”

“Truly Geta?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

His hand glided down your soft side, the fabrics made you only more pleasing. He brought his hands to your hips and squeezed. You winced, parting those flower petal pink lips.

“Just as your breasts, shall be good for a baby to eventually suckle these hips,” He smiled. “These hips,” He repeated will help carry that baby. A real gift from the gods.”

“You think so, Geta?”

Your breathless, made him pull you against him. He loved how you felt against him. Made his desire in his lions for you tighten.

“Certainly. Now go and lay down.”

“What of my clothes? Will they not be amiss?”

“No one will take sight.”

He watched as you went and laid down and pulled aside where the fabrics met and parted ways.

“Remove the scrap of modesty fabric, I want nothing to hinder me.”

Stepping closer, he finally he freed himself. The coolness of his room gave him a gentle relief from the heat of his passion. He came to kneel beside you, open and ready to receive him.

“Do you want to see more of me, Geta?”

“Yes, that would be very pleasing.”

His heart squeezed as he watched you pull the folds of fabric away from your full breasts. You were truly his own living piece of art. The gods, truly pleased him with giving you to him.

The soft sound from your lips as he entered you and the one that came from him became one. It felt so good.

“You were made for me.” He managed to say before he began moving in and out of you.

Your body tightened as your moans grew louder. He had braced himself on the bed underneath the two of you. Easily, he lost himself in his passion as it took ahold of him.

“Yes, yes let me hear you.”

“Yes, Geta. My emperor.” Your moans and breathlessness grew louder, stronger.

His body tightened as he felt his pleasure growing. That’s when he remembered the soft bud at the apex of your legs, the ones that caused you flutter around his length. He needed to feel that again. Reached down, his thumb gently grazing it. Your body matched and moved with him.

“Give yourself to the pleasure. Let it fill you.” He urged you.

He let his thumb graze your soft bud once more. Your moans filled his room with more beauty than a lyre and seeing that he was the cause, made him move even deeper into you. Causing, his pleasure to finally come over him, and soon he was filling you with the seed only he possessed. The strength he felt earlier came over him. He felt as everything had the soft glow a sunset would give all within its reach.

*******

“These are the dancers from the new providence brother, are they not divine?” Caracalla, leaned in smiling as he nodded to one who swished near. Hints of jasmine, lingered in her wake.

“Yes. I knew that alliance would reap several good tidings.” Geta, smile and sipped at his wine.

At the moment, he was still settling into the comfort from the pleasure you and him shared. Everyone, there was in good spirits even his brother. Turmoil between them could come back another day but tonight there could be peace.

He knew of the history of Romulus and Remus, he truly wished that history would not befall him and Caracalla. Though, he would never push away the lingering of his trust he had for his brother in his heart.

As you sat near, Geta and watched the dancer and nibbled on some fruit. Something blossomed in you. After, his pleasure had taken him over, he had for moment pulled you closer to him while his breathing finally calmed. He glanced back at you from over his glass, as if he had known your thoughts and gave a fleeting smile, it stirred a warmth in you.

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Still feel called out by this!! ❤️

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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Joe Quinn…our Emperor Geta

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Autumn in the Scottish Highlands

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Royal premiere of Gladiator 2!

Joe is looking sharp!

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Making some revisions for my Emperor Geta, story What the Emperor Wants ! Wednesday will be a day of posting.

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And a new chapter soon!

What the Emperor Wants

Part Eight

Summary: Justice is served, feelings are realized.

Warnings/Notes: 18+ & over! P in V consensual sex, implied violence…death in the coliseum, drinking, old time thoughts about the gods & life.

Sol Invictus: Roman god of the Sun, Pluto: Roman god of Death, & Ursa: Bear

❤️s, comments, feedback & reblogs are always welcome! Thank you for reading! (A bit long!)

Sitting in the royal box of the coliseum made you nervous. You had only stood and served prior to this day. As you settled in your seat you felt like all the eyes were on you. You knew that wasn’t the truth of the matter but it didn’t. Your heart kept a steady beat.

“Don’t worry. The eyes will be on me soon enough.”

Startled, you glanced at Geta. A slow smile spread across his face.

You glanced around the intensity of his gaze made you shift where you sat. Taking a breath before looking back at him. “Sire?”

“Justice is going to be served.”

“Good.”

*******

This was going on o send ripples in the water. He looked forward to seeing if it would bring about a storm. Regardless, the earth will be free of one enemy. Perhaps, others will scurry out of the shadows and reveal themselves.

The herald, called for the attention of the vast audience. Trumpets sounded. He felt as if the gods, were at his side as he walked to edge of the royal box.

“People of Rome!”

He shouted. A thick silence fell over the arena, the ceased what remaining words flew from people’s lips.

“People of Rome!” He repeated, he looked over the seats.

“When dawn broke this morning, before Sol Invictus slew across the sky to bring us the sun; a man snuck into my dwelling. He wished for me to meet, Pluto.”

The crowd erupted. He allowed them to scream their disgust, their unpleasantness.

Easily, the herald brought the coliseum once more the order.

“My trusted guards, have questioned him.”

He let his lips curl into a wide smile.

“And it is here I will let you all witness justice. You will see what happens to anyone who tries to end my life.”

The clanging and metal gets rose up from one part of the coliseum, the man beaten and bruised was brought out. Seeing his condition was pleased him greatly.

“Now, I will allow you and the gods to choose his final fight.”

A snarl followed by a loud, guttural roar filled the aren. A lion, pounced and rocked his iron cage. He circled in the small space eager to be released.

“Shall we allow a lion have its way?” He called out.

The man now standing by himself could be seen trembling at the place the guards had walked him too.

The creaking of a much larger cage came into the arena. Just as some of the loose sand was kicked up in a breeze that blew when a roar from the depths of its belly was heard. A bear, far taller than serval men stood on its hind legs and banged against his cage. Spit, fangs were bared as it roared once more.

“Who shall this assassin be brought to justice by?”

The crowd went wild. Their screams, their cheers were far louder than both of the beasts that were in the arena.

He watched from his perch, the man fall to his knees. His eyes, which had once been filled with hatred and malice now were water and full of pleading as he fell to his knees, completely forgetting the sword the guards had dropped near him as he appeared to cry out with pleas for mercy him. The man he had wanted dead not that long ago.

A laugh, erupted threw back his head in amusement. His crown of golden leaves remained where it rested atop his head.

Power, surged through him. He spread out his arms. He got his answer. It as if it had been whispered in his ear.

“The gods have spoken!” He hollered.

The crowd, once again silenced.

“Today, a bear is what deliver his sentence!”

The men who drew out the lion, returned with it to the shadowy tunnels where they fed and kept it ready for any match where it was needed.

The men who brought in the bear, bowed to him before turning to the locks that held the bear secure.

The man jumped to his feet he was barely able to grab the sword, he had been given and bow. That irked Geta, but he would be dead soon enough, he mused.

The bear, shook himself off ignoring the men who retreated back to passageway from which they came from. He appeared to look around.

“Be the hands of the gods, great Ursa!” He called out.

The bear rose at his words, letting out a roar. He had been trained well. Geta smiled. The bear finally saw the man. He lowered himself onto all fours.

“Now for justice.” He said softly and caught the eyes of you, his brother who actually looked pleased for the first time in a while and the general. Who looked actually ill at ease. he shrugged it off. He knew he liked the freedom of a battle. The landscape of the earth beneath his feet as he fought along side his legion with his sword.

Sitting down, he saw as the bear and the man clashed. A scream and roar mingled and became one. The man did manage to graze the bear’s shoulder with the blade before be was knocked into the air from the full force of the bear. A fight ensued.

Geta, glanced away to see you. There was a flush in your cheeks and your eyes looked as if a storm had rolled in, reminding him of how you spoke of things to him. But your emotions, he couldn’t be certain of. Then turning to him, feeling his gaze surely you met his eyes.

“He is getting what he deserves for what he attempted to do. In the underworld, he will never forget what he tried to do.”

“Yes. And he will know that a girl, who is as delicate as a spring’s bloom saw him and foiled his dark, devious deeds.”

“Anything to keep you and Rome, safe and at peace, Sire.”

********

“I had thought, you told the others we would be joining them for the festivities being held. Food, dancers would be brought out for your pleasure.”

Your stomach was still in knots, after watching the man torn apart by the bear and fights that had been held after to further celebrate the justice that had been severed. The gladiators had fought with great pride that afternoon.

Wine, the fruit did nothing to calm you. A shadow of what could have been, fell over your heart. If you had not returned for his crest that held your clothing, it would have been a completely different day. You were certain of it.

Your place, would be different. You would mostly would have been in that arena. You knew in your heart that Caracalla despised you. Though, with this glorious delivering of justice and Geta’s kind words, you would continue to live, to breath.

“That is true. They will be. Wine, will be poured. Toasts will be made. Words, will fly in my praise. Though as a man, an emperor I wish to take a moment.”

“If that is your will, Geta. I can give you some solitude if it is what you wish?”

A light chuckle came from him. You glanced at him, his eyes that met yours were bright as if the sun itself was blessing the fresh earth it chose to shine upon.

“No, that is not what I wish.”

The warmth of his hand on your lower back could be felt through the soft fabrics you wore. He easily guided you to his quarters. Once the door, closed behind the two of you.

“I need to be one with you.”

“Geta?”

“Yes?”

You watched as he carefully took his crown off and laid it on a table near where the two of you stood. Your heart quickened in your chest. With quick pace, he was in front of you.

“This is a pleasure, the great Venus has given us. I wish to feel it once again.”

His fingers grazed the curve of your jaw.

You closed your eyes and nodded. “I wish to feel it as well. But then shall I retire for the evening?”

He shook his head. “No, we shall go and enjoy the banquet, watch the dancers. I want one of my favorite possessions at my side.” He smiled.

Something about his words, that smile made a fluttering in your stomach. It was the very emperor, that wished for you and no one else. In all the stars and prayers you made, would have been something you ever thought would be bestowed upon you.

“This will be our own display of gratitude to the gods for the justice served today.”

His thumb grazed your lips, your heart began to thud like the night before. If not harder since now you knew what you would be feeling.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

********

“Wait?”

“Yes?”

He let his eyes move over you. A softening of his words, that came to his tongue urged him to speak. You had been the to save his life. Not the guards that stood outside his door.

“You are far lovelier than any fresco, in my domus. I will have to fetch in artist in the coming seasons.”

“Truly Geta?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

His hand glided down your soft side, the fabrics made you only more pleasing. He brought his hands to your hips and squeezed. You winced, parting those flower petal pink lips.

“Just as your breasts, shall be good for a baby to eventually suckle these hips,” He smiled. “These hips,” He repeated will help carry that baby. A real gift from the gods.”

“You think so, Geta?”

Your breathless, made him pull you against him. He loved how you felt against him. Made his desire in his lions for you tighten.

“Certainly. Now go and lay down.”

“What of my clothes? Will they not be amiss?”

“No one will take sight.”

He watched as you went and laid down and pulled aside where the fabrics met and parted ways.

“Remove the scrap of modesty fabric, I want nothing to hinder me.”

Stepping closer, he finally he freed himself. The coolness of his room gave him a gentle relief from the heat of his passion. He came to kneel beside you, open and ready to receive him.

“Do you want to see more of me, Geta?”

“Yes, that would be very pleasing.”

His heart squeezed as he watched you pull the folds of fabric away from your full breasts. You were truly his own living piece of art. The gods, truly pleased him with giving you to him.

The soft sound from your lips as he entered you and the one that came from him became one. It felt so good.

“You were made for me.” He managed to say before he began moving in and out of you.

Your body tightened as your moans grew louder. He had braced himself on the bed underneath the two of you. Easily, he lost himself in his passion as it took ahold of him.

“Yes, yes let me hear you.”

“Yes, Geta. My emperor.” Your moans and breathlessness grew louder, stronger.

His body tightened as he felt his pleasure growing. That’s when he remembered the soft bud at the apex of your legs, the ones that caused you flutter around his length. He needed to feel that again. Reached down, his thumb gently grazing it. Your body matched and moved with him.

“Give yourself to the pleasure. Let it fill you.” He urged you.

He let his thumb graze your soft bud once more. Your moans filled his room with more beauty than a lyre and seeing that he was the cause, made him move even deeper into you. Causing, his pleasure to finally come over him, and soon he was filling you with the seed only he possessed. The strength he felt earlier came over him. He felt as everything had the soft glow a sunset would give all within its reach.

*******

“These are the dancers from the new providence brother, are they not divine?” Caracalla, leaned in smiling as he nodded to one who swished near. Hints of jasmine, lingered in her wake.

“Yes. I knew that alliance would reap several good tidings.” Geta, smile and sipped at his wine.

At the moment, he was still settling into the comfort from the pleasure you and him shared. Everyone, there was in good spirits even his brother. Turmoil between them could come back another day but tonight there could be peace.

He knew of the history of Romulus and Remus, he truly wished that history would not befall him and Caracalla. Though, he would never push away the lingering of his trust he had for his brother in his heart.

As you sat near, Geta and watched the dancer and nibbled on some fruit. Something blossomed in you. After, his pleasure had taken him over, he had for moment pulled you closer to him while his breathing finally calmed. He glanced back at you from over his glass, as if he had known your thoughts and gave a fleeting smile, it stirred a warmth in you.

@honey-eyed-munson @amethyst-serenade @screaming-blue-bagel @kitkat80 @blondie324 @alyisdead @hellomadamebutterfly @heartsforjosephquinn @helsa3942

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So this is amazing! I ❤️ it.

I got the word Witchy, thank you @yourfavoritewitchbitch (Her writing is amazing! Chef’s kiss! Such an inspiration!)

WIP word game

Rules: You will be given a word. You’ll share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

W - Wind blew and whipped at your hair. You struggled to pull it out of your face as you followed Tyler. The storm had picked up. - A Space Journey

I - “I have a gift for you.” Geta said softly as he drew close to where you sat by the creek. “It is not everyday when one saves my life. I found this in the treasures in a market.” He showed you his open palm. Something, glimmered in the sunlight. - What the Emperor Wants

T - Time had finally caught up with him, he mused darkly. He glided the blade across the angles of his face. Once again, he prepared to look as put together as possible so when Bellamy would bring his body home to you, he would not look a beast. - A Time to Love and to Fight

C - “Can we have a print out?” You looked at Nick before looking at the nurse. Who smiled warmly at you. “Of course, I was already planning on it. He gave us a very nice angle to capture one. “Oh, Nick he will surely be as handsome as you.” A smirk curled his lips. “I don’t doubt it. - When the Predator Becomes the Prey

H “Help!” He had tried to scream but it became gurgles, strangled in his throat as the wolf slowly walked towards him. Fear rooted him to the muddy ground as it leapt, sprung at him. He barely felt as he fell back onto the mud. The wolf’s hot breath washed over him, as he snarled looking down at him. - By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Y “You, you have to get out of here.” Gator’s eyes were large, you had never seen him like this. “What? Why? I have so much still do.” “None of that matters, you have to be safe.” - The Past Follows Like a Shadow

I tag, @darknessisafriend @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @mypoisonedvine @melis-writes (Give them a look! They are all amazing and inspire me!)

WIP word game

Rules: You will be given a word. You’ll share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you @thecreelhouse for the word "Tulip" and @buckysgrace for the word "Ghoulish"

Yes, I am wayyyy behind on this. 🙃

"Tulip" for Part 6 of King of Hearts (aka Mafia!Steve) Catch up here!

T - “That's it.” He reassures you with a kiss to your temple. “Finish getting dressed. Call your driver on the way to the office. You fell asleep there. Got it? Right at the desk.”

U - Unintentionally, this had caused you to be stuck in the middle when he was trying to spare you from it all. He should have told you the truth.

L - Loving him was to live again, though keeping him hidden away in the dark felt like a sin.

I - It was perfect. It was a refuge. It was home.

P - Play it cool. Play it cool. Play it cool. You repeat over and over in your head.

Ghoulish for Runaway (a Gator x reader fic) Find part 1 here!

G - Gator was an enigma. He was sweet but guarded and blindly loyal to his father in a way that made him dangerous, craving his approval so deeply that he would do anything to gain it. It left you wondering why he would help you knowing he would most likely get himself in trouble.

H - His fists were clenched at his sides, anger bubbling up as he knelt down beside you, hesitantly bringing his hand up to brush the hair from your face as you closed your eyes.

O - “Okay.” You whisper.

“Yeah?” His eyes light up at the prospect, a grin lifting the edges of his lips.

U - “Um… yeah, I'd like that.” You nod, inching a little closer, with his grip still on your wrist. You slip your free hand into his and pull him forward.

L - “Look, I'm tryin’ to help ya’ out. Roy… he expects things to be done proper ‘round here. So just, can ya’ at least try?” He finally asks, with an almost pleading look.

I - “I didn't have a choice.” You shrug, eyes flitting down to the worn comforter. “Dads in jail, mom didn't want me. Your dad said I could stay here that I— I'd be safe.”

S - “School's hard? That's all you have to say for yourself?” Raising his voice before his hands came down against the table making everyone jump.

H - He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all, instead listening for a while until your breathing evened out as you drifted off to sleep.

No pressure tags! I'm giving you the word "Witchy"

@starksbabie @stardancerluv @bunnyhargrove @southerngothicchic @harringtonstilinski @texasblues @bettyfrommars

Consider yourself tagged if you see this! ❤️

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Ummm….

(Eddie lives rent free)

To be fair…I listen to a little bit of everything except maybe polka music. 🤣 I have such a varied taste. I keep on having to skip ahead depending on my mood or just have one on repeat constantly.

And I will dance when I can with no level of embarrassment.

my girly music and my teenage boy music fighting over who is better

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I need this.

Some yummy food within reach. I’d nap & write so hard.