#carcalla

[tori111777]

FRIGHT AND FURY 2

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: conversations about and with your husband, Caracalla right before the second day of the games.

Warnings: spoilers of gladiator 2

Parings: Caracalla x wife!reader

You had awaken alone in your bed to the early morning light. You stretched beneath the covers, feeling the cool sheets where Caracalla had not lain with you last night, his absence pressing into you with the same weight as the silence that filled the room.

It was a morning like so many others, you got up and got ready. It wasn’t unusual for your husband to sleep in other places when he got upset the night prior or when his mind became too strong.

As your servant was doing your hair, putting into beautiful braids and adding golden leaves you stared at the empty spot of the bed. It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did right not, it has never bothered you before.

As the last braid was pinned in place, the golden leaves catching the early light, you caught your reflection in the mirror. The woman was beautiful, of course she was, she was you. Of noble brith and high ranking in Ancient Rome. You are the Roman dream. Yet you also saw you as a girl.

The door swung open and you saw that it was Emperor Geta. It was either him or Caracalla as no such person could open a noble women’s door without asking. He was a familiar face, but also one that carried the weight of his own ambitions.

"Emperor Geta," you greeted him. "I hope I am not intruding," Geta said as he stepped into the room, the sharp click of his sandals on the marble floor accentuating the silence.

"You are not intruding, my lord," you replied with a small bow of your head, a gracious smile curling your lips.

“I’ve come to see if you are ready for the games today. My brother should have been here by now to lead you away.” He seemed a bit concerned about it by pursing his lips a bit. “I am sure he will be here in time soon enough.” You gave a smile of reinsurance to him.

His unease seemed genuine, though his eyes lingered on you a little longer than was strictly necessary. It wasn’t unusual for brothers like him and Caracalla to be at odds, but you did not expect the Emperor himself to arrive at your chambers in his place.

Geta's lips quirked into a faint, knowing smile. "Do you miss him, my lady?" His tone was light, almost playful, but the way his eyes fixed on you felt more intent than playful. You could feel the shift in the air—the way he suddenly filled the space between you both. It made you uneasy, the two emperors have always been… something.

"I’ve grown accustomed to his late night walks," you replied, your voice cool and collected.

"Of course," Geta said, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer. "But you should know that my brother is... difficult to read, even for me." You tilted your head slightly, not quite trusting the shift in tone. "I know him well enough." You didn’t say too well, though that was the truth.

"And yet," he said, his voice almost a whisper, "even you must admit that you don't always understand him. Not entirely." He paused, letting the silence stretch between you. "And that can be... unsettling, can't it?" He was trying to see how much you could reveal about his brother. How much he could use against him.

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the dressing table, though your expression remained unyielding. "I understand him well enough to know that his moods can change like the seasons," you replied, meeting his gaze evenly. "But there are things even the gods themselves cannot control."

He stepped back a couple of paces, his hands folded together in front of him. "True," he murmured. "Even the gods are at mercy of fate."

“I’m sure he’ll arrive soon,” you said again, though your voice was tinged with something less certain this time. “I will leave you to your preparations. Caracalla will surely be along shortly.” He made a show of bowing his head, a mock gesture of deference, before turning to leave.

You watched the servant outside your door close it behind him and suddenly a wave of fresh air had come into the room, even if the window was closed. The room now silent as only you stood there and could only hear your breathing.

Your mind swirled. You knew Caracalla had always been restless, but last night was different. There had been something raw in him and maybe even something raw in you for trying to help him. But what did you truly know of him, of his mind?

The second day of the games would be held later today in preparation of getting it ready as they needed to fill up the colosseum with water. Though if Caracalla didn’t lead you out to the area today it would not only be an embarrassment for you but to him as well.

And now Geta’s appearance only added another layer to the puzzle. The way his eyes lingered, the way his tone shifted with that subtle, almost imperceptible playfulness—What was his motive behind it all?

It wouldn’t be until minutes later of being left alone in your mind that the door would soon open again. You sat in a comfortable chair, facing out into the streets of Rome like how you always did.

You didn’t have to turn to know who it was. The presence, though always commanding, was unmistakable—Caracalla.

When he entered, the light from the window caught the edge of his dark tunic, he was wearing black today, seeing from the reflection of the window. A symbol of death, but of course he didn’t know it meant death.

"I see you're ready for the games," he said, his words almost detached, as though he were speaking to a stranger. "Yes," you replied without turning. "Are you well?"

You saw his reflection twitch, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he took a step closer, closer than you anticipated. "I’m fine," he said, but there was something in his tone that didn’t match the word.

You looked back to him and saw that he was right behind you. He did indeed look fine, his makeup being done, all of his gold glistening, and his clothes all neatly and tightly worn around his body.

You felt the need to give him a smile of somewhat. Last night conversation was left off but you dare not to bring it to the table. “Are you ready to leave for the games, my lady?” Your husband said, laying out his hand for you to take.

“As always.” You replied.

[eclipseiz]

The Gladiator PT.2 18+

Part One

pairing- hanno/lucius x fem! oc 1790 words

(♡ synopsis)- general acacius's daughter became intrigued by the violent gladiator she saw perform in the games and just had to meet him. (lucilla is not her mother)

warnings- p in v, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering

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Sabina quietly moved around the pillars of her home, careful not to make a sound but gave up when she saw Lucilla sitting on the edge of the fountain dipping her fingers into the water.

Sabina walked forward and removed her hood, “I hope you were not waiting for me.”

Lucilla softly gasped and turned to face the young girl. “I didn't see you in your chamber. I waited for your return.” she stood 

Lucilla’s eyes looked watery and Sabina took note of how her hands shook, “What is troubling you?”

The older blonde smoothed out her wrinkly dress and took a deep breath before responding, “That gladiator he did something that made me reminisce of a memory long ago.” she paused and brought her bundle of herbs to her nose smelling for comfort, “It's him Sabina, it's my boy, my Lucius.” she gave a teary smile.

Sabina couldn't believe what she was hearing. The man whom she just had sex with was her step-mothers long lost son. She had heard tales of the boy ever since Marcus married the woman. “And you're sure of this?” she reached for the woman's hands.

“He has those same bright blue eyes I remember and he performed just as his father would have.” she sobbed, “Your father and I have created a plan to free him.” she looked around before continuing, “Marcus shall move into the gladiator quarter with a select group of trusted soldiers.”

The General's daughter took the information in and nodded,  “Sounds of a solid plan.” she backed up taking in all of the information she had received.

“Where did you run off to tonight?” Lucilla asking with furrowed brows.

Sabina bit her cheek, “Ravi asked for my assistance after the games, I didn't want to keep him waiting.”

Lucilla smiled, “I'm sure.” she said in a taunting tone before pinching the girls cheek, “Sleep asks of me, I will see you in the morning.” Bidding the girl a good-night she disappeared into a dark hallway making Sabina let out a relieved sigh, thankful for her not prying.

A short few days later Sabina sat to Lucilla’s right in the colosseum for yet another day of games. She nervously looked at the water containing bloody thirsty sharks.

“Today will be an entertaining game.” Geta smiled proud of his idea, bringing a goblet of wine to his lips

Caracalla’s laugh boomed out, “That it will brother.” his eyes moved behind him to the General's daughter. “Sabina, come sit next to me, keep your emperor company.”

Her eyes shot up to him before moving her eyes to her father who only gave her a silent nod not to disobey the mentally unwell man. “It'll be my honor.” She took the seat next to him and almost immediately he threw an arm around her shoulder bringing her in close. 

The Roman people watched in excitement and nerves as Hanno was announced, coming out on a boat. Sabina sat straight up, curtly clapping in support.

Lucius moved around the back of the boat shouting orders at his men to take the other boat out, fighting his eyes who only seemed to be focused on the emperor's box where a certain woman resided.

Sabina nervously shook her leg as she watched the two boats crash into each other. Ignoring the howling emperor's next to her. Caracalla turned his attention to her and leaned his lips to her ear. “You do not look entertained. Do your emperors not put on a good show for you?” he questioned with fury burning in his gaze.

She fought to roll her eyes, “My features cannot express the astonishment I feel.” she answered in a clipped, sarcastic tone..

Before she could blink Caracalla landed a sharp slap to her cheek, “Do not answer in such a tone!” Behind them Lucila gasped while Marcus gripped his chair tighter.

Lucius heard the commotion and looked up to see the red mark now plastered on Sabina and the emperor yelling in her face. His blood began to boil and before he knew it he grabbed the bow in front of him and aimed his shot at the pale emperor, letting go of the arrow.

Sabina watched as a stray arrow shot into the booth, planting itself into the wood pillar, mere inches from Caracalla’s head, “PRAETORIANS!” Geta yelled for his guard who swarmed into the booth.

The girl looked towards the center of the ring and saw the gladiator throwing the bow back down before giving her a nod and returning to fighting.

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After sneaking out of the panicked crowd Sabina made her way to the holding cells. She entered and made it to stand in front of Ravi, “May you?” she gestured to the locked cell which contained her gladiator

The older man gave her a sly smile, “To what does he owe your company.” He got up and maneuvered his keys to the correct one and pushed it into the hole on the door.

Sabina only blushed and gave him a curt nod after he had opened the door for her. Lucius sat at his desk, back to her. She didn't say anything until she heard the door lock being her. 

“Marvelous job today, almost assassinating the emperor was by far the best part.” she joked and put her hands on his shoulders before moving them to his chest making him lean his toned back into her legs.

Lucius grunted, “He should not have put his hands on you in the matter in which he did.” He turned his head to face her looking at the red mark that only had seemed to get worse. 

“All is well, it'll fade.” Sabina moved around him to place herself in his lap, “Should I call you Hanno or Lucius?”

The gladiator let out an airy laugh rubbing his eyes. Hearing his birth given name come from her lips felt right. “Let's try Lucius out, hm?” Suddenly without warning he swung Sabina’s leg over his lap and had her straddling him.

The girl softly gasped, holding his shoulders for support. “Eager are we?” she joked, lightly grinding on his hardening cock.

“You looked like a goddess sitting up there. I could hardly contain myself.” he gritted his teeth and pulled her closer to him by her waist. “What do you want my beautiful girl?”

Sabina softly gasped, “Your mouth, fingers, anything please.”

Lucius chuckled, “How about both.” He lifted her up with ease onto the desk and spread her legs open before him revealing her bare cunt, dripping with arousal. “You came bare?” he darkly asked, swiping his fingers over the wet mess.

“Unneeded layers.” she answered with hooded eyes, arms propped up behind her to see what intend to do.

The gladiator hummed and lowered his lips to pamper kisses along her thigh, making her let out a soft groan. “Who do you belong to Sabina? Say it.”

“You Lucius, only you.” she groaned, letting her head roll back.

His lips continued their fiery trail up to her cunt, bringing his fingers to toy with her entrance. Her clit swollen and thumming with need. He pushed one finger slowly in and began to pump it while he took her bud into his mouth softly sucking it. Sabina’s fingers made their way to his head where she gripped his hair for dear life. Arousal gushed out of her, dripping from his finger to his wrist before falling onto the desk under her. “Ready for another?” he questioned in a teasing tone.

She covered her mouth and nodded, not trusting herself to stay quiet with the way he was playing with her. Lucius added another finger curling them into her and attaching his mouth to her puffy clit, savoring the flavor. She tried closing her legs at the overwhelming pressure building up but his strong rough arms held them agaisnt the wood.

Just as she was about to let go he pulled away with a smirk, “As i've said..” he trailed off and stood getting his hard cock from under his loincloth giving it a few pumps, “You shall only come on my cock.” Grabbing her thighs he pulled her to the edge of the desk and lined up with her entrance and pushed in with one single thrust, covering Sabinas mouth simultaneously. Her legs wrapped around his middle while his other hand went to her neck adding pressure to it.

She moaned agaisnt his hand, nails raking down his musical arms, trailing the veins that lined them lie threads, “You like being fucked like a whore? My personal whore who congratulates me after a fight…” He looked down where he thrusted in and out of her and watched her juiced coat his pubic area. “Want to cum?” she nodded feverishly, eyes locked onto him.

He let go of her neck and rubbed her clit with his thumb, "Cum on my cock beautiful, you can do it.” she squeezed him with vice grip making him spill deep into her. He took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of her with a wince. 

Sabina held the hand he had over her mouth, kissing it before he pulled it back. “You continue to surprise me with your skills.” she said breathlessly sitting up.

Lucius smiled and stepped between her legs, cradling her face. “When I find myself to be free of this place…I'd like you to run with me. Anywhere you'd like.” 

Her jaw dropped a little before regaining her composure, “My whole life is planted in Rome. To leave would be betraying my family. I cannot leave my father and Lucilla to fend for themselves.” she watched this disappointment flood his face.

He nodded, “I understand.”

Suddenly Ravi came to the cell door and hit it lightly with the key, “Something has happened Sabina you need to go now!” he whispered harshly.

The pair shared a look before she stood and walked out of the cell, watching as Ravi locked Lucius back in. “The plan?” 

Ravi gave her a grave look, “Your father and his men were blitz attacked. He was caught…Lucilla as well from what the whispers have said.” 

Sabina gasped and the gladiator behind the cell door gripped the bars, “What does that mean, what are you both whispering of?”

She rushed to the door and wrapped her hands around his, “I'm afraid something horrible has occurred I have to go.” she kissed him before rushing out of the chamber, pulling her hood up.

Lucius watched as she ran before turning to Ravi with a questioning gaze.

The doctor kept his head down, “I suggest you sleep Lucius. You will need it for what the morning brings.”

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[m0chisenpai]

teeth

˚｡⋆ emperor geta x black fem!reader x platonic!caracalla

Bound by blood but no man nor creature is above the murderous hands of Rome’s twin rules. A young thespian of the night finds her freedom in the servitude beneath Rome’s tyrannical rulers. Little do they now, all that glitters is not always gold.

Authors note: inspiration came from this song

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[missbuckyhellfire]

Cat And Mouse : Emperor Geta (2/ ?)

Previous Part

Plot:

The Twin emperors have a problem : A little thief who steals form the rich and gives to the poor. The rich despise them yet the people of Rome love them. However, the thief's little game can only go on for so long before the elder twin catches them and discovers their identity: Sabina, daughter of Marcus Acacius. Rather than executing her, he decides to marry her as a way to gain the Roman peoples approval. To Sabina, it is another way to get closer to the large stashes of gold in their keep. The two see this as a opportunity to gain power , but what else will they gain along the way?

Warnings: MANIPULATION EVERYWHERE! Oral sex (female receiving), Violence, NSFW content, Unwanted advances, Language, The Emperors being themselves, Death Threats, Punishing OC!, Spanking, Crime? LONG PIECE (8000 Words), CHEATING implications, Minors be gone!

Words To Know:

Asine: Donkey

Meum Cor: My Heart

"Me paenitet :  I Am Sorry

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 Sabina, Emperess of Rome did not want to fail her people. Sure, she had the power to reign but her husband was watching her like a hawk. He was watching her every move since they met. His obsession with her was significant and only wanted one thing from her.

More power and trust of the people of Rome.

However, she was his but she also had her people to help.

As soon as Geta left the room, she sprung up and admired the jewels that rested on the Emperors table. The glistening sapphires, rubies and emeralds from distant lands all in her palms. She wasted no time to grab them and rush into the night.

Without her horse, she had to be clever. Regardless, she knew she would be questioned or punished by her husband. But who cares, she is helping him with his people lacking in trust by her aiding them. She snuck away quick into the night, with a red elegant robe with a hood on her back. She had to be careful as this wasn’t her typical attire. Her feet were soft on the hard wood floors as her pockets full of gems and jewelry clunked with one another.

She then froze.

There he was her husband, on the balcony with a glass of red wine. He was absent minded and stared into the stars in her direction. Slowly, she backed into the shadows hoping she wouldn’t be seen.

“Running off  Emperess?” The voice was soft but welcoming.

Sabina turned around with a soft gasp, the man put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. The advisor, Macrinus, had his arms crossed, with a wide smug grin across his face.

“Macrinus. I…”

“I won’t tell. You don’t need to lie saying your pockets are not full of jewels and jewellery to help the people of Rome.  I want to help you.”

“Help me.” Sabina said wearily. “What’s the price?”

“No price, just want you to know that you have a supporter within these walls. The Emperors may not be supportive to the people and war hungry. Geta as your husband will need some warming up to, but you can surely persuade him to get what you want. “ He coos. 

Sabina raised an eyebrow at him. “ You seen what his nature is.”

“I have but someone like you with such power can mold him into whatever she wants. May not be higher status than him, but you have the hearts of the people”  He stated.

“How did you know it was me?” Sabina stated. “Why didn’t you say anything to Geta or Carcalla?” What was the purpose of keeping her identity? She knew she was worth a lot of gold.

“A woman with dark hair and a cloak matching the general? “ Macrinus s stated  “Not many people ride horses in the middle of the night and trained to be a swords maiden like Minerva. Or have a black horse.” He cleared his throat. “I seen how you inspire the people which was why I never spoke of it. Yet, silently supported you.”

“Highest blessings Macrinus.”

“Highest honors to the Emperess.” He kissed her hand. “Now run off before your husband’s eyes linger on us! “ He reached into his picket and grabbed a large emerald. “Keep doing what your doing for Rome, for the people.”

“For the people.” She muttered as she placed the jewel in her swelling pockets of riches. Sabina didn’t look back but if she had, she would have seen Macrinus flash a grin at her with a low chuckle.

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The next morning, Sabina and Geta hardly made eye contact with one another when they got up.

Geta was in intense fear from the threat from the previous night. His eyes had dark circles around them and his skin was paler than usual. Sabina tried to even mutter a good morning to him, but he muttered a slur.

“Husband,” She began. Clearly, when he walked back he noted the absence of the jewels that she took the previous evening. Yet, she kept her voice firm to him.

“You just got married to me and you stole my jewels, my riches.” He said lowly. His hand wrapped around her neck. Scared, but strong, she looked at him straight in his eyes.

“You have so many the people of Rome need to eat.” Sabina began “The temples need donations, the animals….”

“DON’T tell me how to rule the nation.” He spat at her. Her eyes narrowed to his lips where a few spats of spit escaped. “You are the Emperess of Rome you just stand there and look pretty!”

“Demigod too Geta” She growled. “Just remember whose head would be rolling on the steps if you do anything unwise.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps you need…..” Geta paused for a moment. He seen the maids at the door watching the whole scene unfold. He sighed and released her as they got dressed for the first meal of the day.

 The morning meal was silent at the dining table. Geta hardly had a word to say to Sabina after the ordeal that took place last night. He had the intruder’s words stuck in his head as he picked at the eggs on his plate.

“Don’t. Hurt. My niece!”

The guards had returned to Geta’s side the following morning reporting that there was no one with that description. He sighed as he rubbed the spot where the intruder had swiped him with her blade. It stung, but nothing too damaging.

Then his guilt of the past few days began to flood in. Especially what he did to her within the past hour.  He glanced at Sabina, who was talking to Macrinus at the table. Geta sipped his wine as he peered to the table corner where the two were sitting and talking.

“I hope you are alright empress, your husband spoke of an intruder in the palace.”

She glanced at him, puzzled. “There was someone here? Trying to steal?”

“Yes, someone came here and gave a small cut to your husband’s neck.” He glanced over to Geta, who covered up the cut with his hand. “I wonder who it is”

“I have no idea Macrinus” Sabina’s eyes glanced at him to see if she could see a small cut, with no luck. She sighed and turned back to Macrinus.

Geta sighed.  Even if she knew would she even tell him?

Sabina figured that Geta spent the night with a bunch of concubines as she refused to complete her marital duties. This was after the glass of wine he had on his balcony of course. Hearing of such a attack was concerning. Were this people who supported her? Or is there a deeper threat lingering.

“It is disheartening but with an empress such as yourself, you can bring Rome to peace once more.” Macrinus stated. He took her hand in his own and squeezed it.

Geta cleared his throat and Carcalla turned to his brother, who was right next to him. “Brother, besides the attack, I am sure you had a pleasant evening with your wife.”

The eldest brother refused to make eye contact, even though his cheeks flushed with red.  His beautiful, sneaky, stealing wife was submissive when she wanted to be. But now he had to be very careful with his movements as he literally had an intruder’s blade next to his throat. He thinks it can be her father’s sister, or heavens forbid, a sister of her supposed mother.

“Your blushing brother, I suppose she treated you well. Completing her marital duties, I suppose I underestimated her.” Carcalla mused. “Your wife will do us well brother, regardless of her blood heritage.”

“Clarification brother.” Geta mused.

“I mean for children. She is of age brother and I’m sure that her heritage will come out sooner or later.” Carcalla said. “The myths of who birthed this woman, this thief of Rome. Someone will claim to be her birther.”

Geta gritted his teeth. “That is none of your concern.”

“I am sure brother that your more than curious…”

“I already know who her mother is!” Geta snapped and three pairs of eyes had met with his. Sabina’s lips were parted, she was in the middle of talking to Macrinus but stopped. He took a deep breath “Can I speak to my wife alone?”

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“Husband what is it? You can’t be angrier with your brother saying such words. I already told you there was a possibility.” Sabina warned him. It was true, but she wasn’t even fully sure herself. However, she had to remind herself of the words that echoed throughout her head.

“Remember your mine, you need to play the part.”

“Do you have any aunts on your father’s side?” Geta said looking down fidgeting with his rings. He was hoping the answer would be yes, but something told him he already knew her answer.

“No, only brothers my husband.” Sabina looked down. “Does this have to do with the intruder from last night?”

“Precisely, the intruder came to me and called you “niece”. The intruder was female.” Geta muttered. His eyes were completely spaced out, trying to recall the details.

“So, my aunt.”

“Who vanished in thin air I might add.” Geta was hoping she was going to understand where he was getting at. “The guards came to me earlier this morning saying they found nothing to hint of an intruder.”

“Your sounding insane Geta, I have prayed for years and no one came to help me! “ Sabina scoffed. “No gods have come here! How much have you been drinking? “She looked down for a moment.

“I AM SERIOUS!” He stood up and looked down on her. “ There was a woman here uttered a threat about me hurting you. I couldn’t even turn around and she vanished.”

“Sounds like a convincing tale Geta. I am sure the poets would love to listen in.” Sabina shook her head. “No gods are protecting me, I protect myself.”

“I sensed what I sensed” Geta stated placing his hand on her shoulder.

Sabina may have always known that she was a demigod, deep down with doubt. It did help her get out of difficult situations in the past by this claim.  But it always raised the question why she was blessed. Why no one came to help her. She used her gifts for good, but there was still a sense of denial. Having godly allies can help her attain power, wherever they are. Questions were raised about her creation and this mysterious woman as well.

“Why would the gods protect me now? I guess don’t hurt me” She shrugged as she left the room which only left Geta wondering : What did the stranger mean by hurt?

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Sabina went to the baths to prepare herself for the long day ahead. The Emperors had arranged a fight for their entertainment to celebrate Geta’s marriage and she was expected to be of attendance.

When she was at home, she never had servants watch her as she disrobed. This was something she found rather unnerving.  Having dozens of eyes watch her disrobe and walk into the steamed water was something she would not forget.

 Everything was peaceful until she heard footsteps and the abrupt stop. Her dark eyes met with Carcalla. There was no words exchanged between them he just watched her.

He admired how her form and how the water rippled around her, how she looked nude. If he wanted to inflict death on himself, he would call her Venus.  She was radient, even though lust fuels his desire. To have a strong woman in his bed, would be a change for him.

 That’s why he offered the previous day to be of service to her.

All he did was turn to a maid and stated. “Make sure she’s clean for the ceremony, I would like to make sure she makes a good impression.”

“I am not your wife,” Sabina warned. “My cleanliness is none of your concern.”

“BUT. You are Emperess, and all rulers need to be their best shape and condition, We only love pretty things to show off.” He clears his throat as he leaves giving one last look at the maids who watched her finish cleaning herself.

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Sabina was in deep thought as her maids had braided her hair. Her body was covered in a light sheer blue stola with golden jewelry around her body. She was quiet and was thinking about her parentage discovery.

It would make sense that she was hidden away for a good piece of her life, even before she started playing the hero. She was privately tutored and trained by her father and his wife.

However, when he was away, a good friend of her father’s would come and stay. Sabina never was given a name, but she was a young,  tall, strong beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes. She was always wearing armor and would make sure her family was taken care of. Her last visit was a few days ago before her father returned.

She recalled what they did, they would train with blades and archery. The woman would also teach her academics and would always train her to fight for what was right. When Sabina first started doing her runs, the woman didn’t seem to care and in fact supported her by providing her with blessings and charms. Sabina never believed in them, but now she is seriously considering it.

“If only she was here,” Sabina had muttered to herself.

Then it clicked to her.

She has been supported by the gods after all of these years. When she thought she was doing all of this for nothing, she was wrong. She was protected by a goddess herself and who knows perhaps others were protecting her on her journey. Who knows what was going to happen next.

Sabina snapped out of it as she admired herself in the mirror. Her blue outfit was based on Neptune’s persona as her eyes were painted with a deep blue and her lips painted with a dark navy blue. Her body was sprayed with coconut oils that helped her natural scent get sweeter.

“Emperess, all eyes will be on you today at the stadium” A maid commented.

Sabina turned and smiled at her. “Bless you,” The maid had grinned and walked away to signal someone to send a guard to escort Sabina to the Colosseum.

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There was a loud audience when Sabina exited the carriage to the Colosseum. The guards that the maid retrieved had surrounded her. She was surprised that her husband didn’t share the same carriage, but she was sure that something must have came up. She glanced in the crowd, looking at all of her supporters asking for money or thanking her for her donations. While she would have loved to have talked to her people, the guards pushed her to get a move on.

Once she reached the gates, the guards gave her one last push inside and closed the door. It followed by silence as she got inside. She went up the large stairs to the top and to her seats. She was the only one there so far, and the crowds and guards began to fill up the arena. Usually her father would come to these games if invited but she never was able to go due to the nature of the festivities. Which in turn, she doesn’t fully understand, given what she has been doing in the last little bit. However, she does think all of this is pointless. Having people fight for entertainment was a waste of human life. She, unsure where to sit stands by the emperors thrones until they show.

Eventually, she is greeted by the Emperors. Both emperors are wearing  blue attire and makeup, matching with her.  They both sit down and they admire her for a moment before Carcalla finally grins with acknowledgement.

“Guess your Emperess doesn’t know where to sit.” He cleared his throat as he glanced to the seats behind him, “Those are for the council, there are a few seats for your father and his wife if they decide to join us.” He mutters. There is a pause and before Geta could speak up, his younger brother intruded. “You can sit on my throne with me, if you wish”

Geta had immediately got his hands on Sabina’s waist as he sits down forcing her down with him. “She is my wife brother, not a concubine for us to share.”

“I am sure your wife will be bored of you soon enough. You do like saying things are “ours” a lot I figured this was one of those things.” Carcalla muttered.

“My wife is not” Geta confirmed grabbing her closer to him.

There was some tension in the air between the two of them. Carcalla had glanced to his pet monkey, Dondas for a moment then back to Sabina. He ignored his brothers frustrated gaze and met with her eyes again. He kept his eyes on her for a moment too long before Geta cleared his throat.

“Brother please.” Geta warned.

“You told me what is under Rome is ours and that includes your wife.” Carcalla mutters. His smile was getting twisted as thoughts began to enter in her head. He imagined how she would look in his bed with his concubines around her. He may have not wanted her before, but she just became desirable.

“I refuse your invitation Emperor.” Sabina finally spoke up and the twin emperors both stared at her. She said her statement clearly so no one can mistake what she said.

“Repeat empress?” Carcalla was giving her a second chance. He wanted her to change her mind, this was a warning.

“I will not bed you,” She stated. Geta grabbed her wrist and sent a warning glare. Sure, they did share concubines in the past, but this was his wife. She was more to him than any concubine he had spent the night with now. Especially with the gods watching him like a hawk.

“You do not refuse a Emperor’s request, I do not care who you are.” He began to rise from his chair but a woman in a rose stola with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes had offered him some wine. She was a beautiful woman, and her smile distracted Carcalla for a moment as Geta moved Sabina to the other side of the chair. So, her husband would be between them.

However, once the woman had provided the wine, she glanced at Sabina for a moment. Her eyes were focused on her as they were locked for a moment. All Sabina had muttered to the woman was a thank you. She received a gentle smile in return. Geta noticed this and gave the woman a small coin in payment for easing the tension. The woman left as quickly as she came. Regardless, Carcalla would refuse to forget such a event.

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The introductions to the ceremony was grand. Instruments were played as the master of ceremonies had reached the stage. Sabina glanced at the seats one final time to see her father and her stepmother right behind her. Her father looked down and gave a small smile at her while his wife gave a nod.

“He’s treating you well?”  The general mouthed to her.

Sabina couldn’t say much, especially in public. However, she gave a small nod to him. Geta turned around and noticed the two talking to one another and wrapped his arm around her, gesturing her to look forward. She done so and her parents took notice.

“And your Emperors Geta and Carcalla! “The Master of ceremonies announced. The emperors stood up and give a bow followed by some applause.  Sabina had stayed on the chair as Carcalla had glanced at her then waved at the crowd turning his glance away.

Geta had waved slowly to the crowd then opened his hand for Sabina.  She took it and he pulled her up. He snaked his arm around her waist as he smiled at her. They stared into each others’ eyes for a moment then he turned his head towards the crowd.

“And to introduce Empress Sabina, wife of Geta and daughter of General Marcus Acacius!” The applause was noticeably louder. Rage filled Carcalla’s cheeks as he took note of this but Geta kept her close. Sabina glanced around the stadium and watched the smiling faces and expression of gratitude. Her hand raised as she humbly bowed her head to the crowd.

The introductions followed, and Geta couldn’t help but feel like tension was brewing between his wife and Carcalla.

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Following the games, Sabina was pulled aside by her father outside the Colosseum. Her husband made sure that he stayed close by in case if anything came up. Sure, it was her father, but he still didn’t quite trust him.

“Sabina pray tell is he truly treating you well.” Her father said holding her by the hands.  He kept his eyes on her, demanding to know and wasn’t going to take a vague answer this time.

“My husband does. I am treated well in the way an Emperess can be treated” Sabina responded. In return, he cocked a brow at her husband who only provided with a bow. Her father’s wife had a similar look on her face.

“Your daughter will be treated fairly well, above my concubines and servants” Geta raised his voice, walking closer to his wife and placing his arm around her. “She should be fortunate for this as for the crimes she did commit on our nation.” His brother cocked a brow as he wasn’t aware of Sabina’s secret. His hand gripped tighter on her shoulder. “Just as long as she doesn’t get into any trouble, we will be on good terms.”

“Your mother would have loved to have seen this all.” Her father smiled at her, changing the subject.  “Her child getting married.”

“I am sure she knows her daughter’s whereabouts.” Geta mumbled taking a sip from his wine. “Word goes around fast and I am sure that the heavens where she is taking good care of her. “

This puzzled the general and his wife. A flush of redness flooded Sabina’s cheeks as she tried to steer clear from the tension. Even though Geta had more than a few questions for the general.

“You never spoke of Sabina’s mother.”

“What is there to tell, we spent a night together while I was a solider in war, she died in childbirth and her aunt gave her to me.” He shrugged, avoiding the strong stare from his emperor.

“Really, her aunt. Why didn’t the aunt take her in then?” He moved his eyes around in hopes to at least get some type of eye contact with him with no avail.

“Her aunt is in the military, she is from Greece you see, very strong-willed warrior” He mumbled looking down then flashed a look to his daughter. He really wanted to tell her, it just never came up.

“The military, surely a strong woman who can handle sharp weapons or have them close by when she needs to strike like Minerva.” He said with pride.

‘I heard about your encounter last night. I hope you are well.” Lucilla had bowed her head and Geta sighed.

“I am well now, just a scratch.” He muttered. “But I have my wife now and everything is going to work out.”

The general, his wife and Sabina had all exchanged a look of concern. They need to find a opportunity to talk in private without her husband.

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Sabina was in her and her husband’s chambers again, looking at the mark one of Geta’s men given her before he had fallen to his death from her blade. She was trained to kill, but only for justice.

Which had made Sabina think for a moment, her Aunt being a goddess and all.  Having the ability to carry a blade and execute it so well is both a blessing and a curse. A gift from the gods since she can fight for justice, but a curse as people cant trust her.

She took off all of her belongings and prepared for bed. Her nightgown was sheer white and had gold accents all over it. Her hair was left down as it rested right above her breasts.  In her hand was her third glass of red wine with the two empty glasses on the table close by.

Her eyes wondered for a moment to her husband’s blade that rested by their bed. She smiled and picked it up. The weight of the blade was intense but it’s beauty had Sabina draw into it. The fine blade had emeralds embedded into it around it’s gold base. She couldn’t help herself but decided to swing the blade around a bit.

Thoughts of glory and the days when she would run off and steal from royals had come back to her. She was trained and created to be a hero to Rome.  Yet, now here she is to be a entertainment for the Emperors and becoming what she feared. With the riches of gold and jewels, but with the desire to give it back to the people. However, she does admit their style was pretty impressive, and she could definitely wear the clothes they do.

“Where’s my brother? Thought he would be here with you.” Carcalla’s voice brought her back to reality. Her dark eyes focused on the younger brother as she placed a fake smile on his face after thinking of previous events that took place.

“He is not, I am not sure where he is Emperor.” Sabina acknowledged.

“ Ah shame, Why do you have a blade in your hand, a  woman shouldn’t be playing with such things. “ He said it in a joking tone, yet he walked closer to her. Sabina didn’t hesitate, she pointed the blade’s tip towards his neck. “Easy, easy, you always act like this? Like you are the higher pawn here?”

“Only when I need to.” Her eyes were focused on his as the blade had rubbed against his neck.

“Clever, but foolish girl. You are protected now, there’s no reason for you to fight me.” He pushed the blade aside from his neck as he chuckled loudly. “It’s just us.” He took a step closer to her, limiting the space between them. Sabina raised the blade again towards his neck. “I don’t think your husband would like it if you killed his brother.”

“I don’t think you should keep going on with this game.” Sabina stated.

“Oh, I suppose you don’t like this then. Just give your desirable body to me. No one will get hurt.”  His voice now gets lower as he starts taking steps towards the bed, making her take steps back. “Like a cat taking down a small mouse.” He said.

“GET AWAY BROTHER!” Geta raised his voice from the doorway.

“Brother, why can’t we!?”

“She said no, and I don’t want to share “ Geta cleared his throat and kept his eyes on him as his brother left the room, both knowing this won’t be the end of it. Once he left, he entered the room, and shut the door.

“Why do you have that?” He asked pointing at the blade in hand. She immediately dropped the blade and he rushed towards her. “ I told you, woman here are not to touch blades.”

“I…”

“You disobey me! First was taking my jewels! Now your welding a blade!”

“Against your husband’s wishes!?” His voice raised.

Sabina cleared her throat. “Would you rather him violate me?!”

Silence.

“No. You are disobeying me in every corner! I… I don’t know what to do with you!” He snapped with fury. “A woman threatening me with a blade to my throat saying not to hurt you. But you keep asking for it with your behaviours.” He took the blade himself then placed it against her neck. “IS this what you want!?”

“You know what would become of you if you do!” She spat back at him.

Geta’s eyes looked down angrily at her. He knew that she spoke of the truth. He was absolutely stuck in this situation. Yet, her determination and rage caused a familiar desire fill his belly. Her beauty caused him to push this desire even further as her lips had parted. He waited to hear what she would say but nothing slipped out of her lips.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her dark hair to spin her around with her ass against his crotch.  He growled under his breath as he pushed the top half of her body on the bed.  When her voice had squeaked in protest, he lifted the top of her night gown. The blade made a small cut on her neck when he slid it away.  She only made a breathy gasp as she felt his bulge against her ass.

“You may have god blood but you are still my wife and you disobeyed me!” He whispered under his breath. Sabina tried to turn around, but Geta pushed her face into the blankets.

He admired her ass for a moment. “This ass was made by the gods, I just need to remind you who you belong to!”  The palm of his hand grazed the curves of her ass before he smacked it against her ass, letting her yelp.

This followed by another.

And another.

And another.

Sabina and the emperor had lost count how many were done since they were both in the moment. Her ass was red and tender, her fears of marks and aches being there the following morning. Geta had loved the sense of power he had, yet was worried what would cross the threat from the gods.

He finally stopped and slipped his pants down. Sabina had whimpered in a panic, but Geta immediately shushed her with anger.

“Shut up! You are my wife; you need to take your punishment!” He commanded.

“Y..yes Emperor.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice, yet she knew that she wasn’t exactly listening to him. Not that she wanted to anyways. But she was expecting something since her secret was revealed.

Just not this.

He lined his dick to her ass. He grunted how it felt against it. He wasn’t going to breed her yet, he wanted to test out the waters. Sabina was whimpering in the bed sheets, muttering pleas to stop this nonsense. Her tears were staining the bedsheets as she began to mutter soft prayers to herself for comfort.

There was a knock on the door. Geta sighed heavily then shouted “WHAT NOW!?”

“The priestess of the temple of Minerva is here. She wants to talk to you.” The guard announced.

There was a few moments of silence, followed by a heavy sigh. He looked at his wife, miserable and a whimpering mess in his sheets. While it was a sight to see for him, he realized what he did was crossing the line. The spanks were fine but raping her? Letting his temptation take over could have ruined Rome. He pulled his pants up and backed away from her, he didn’t say a single word to her, but   took a final look at her before he grabs his robes to meet with the late night visitor.

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Visitors he should say.

There was the priestess, the woman that he met a few times in the counselling room. An older woman with long grey hair with piercing blue eyes, wearing traditional worshipping attire.

Then the second woman was someone he seen earlier. The one that distracted his brother earlier with the wine that helped him to reduce his advances on his wife, Sabina. His eyebrows furrowed, he would have sworn that she was a concubine of his brothers. Yet, she was wearing a white stola with golden accents.

The third and final woman was someone  he had never met. Her dark eyes  and hair looked into his soul and he felt his heart sink. Like the second woman, she wore a white stola with golden accents with her red hair pinned up.

“Why travel at this hour ladies?  I have marital duties to attend to.” Geta chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the room, especially with the third woman with dark hair glaring at him down.

“I have been disturbed by your progress Emperor” The priestess stated. “Your donations to the church have been declining as of late, yet I notice there is no lack of gold. It only comes down to a hooded figure who would steal from you so we can get what we need. We ask for this behaviour to stop.”

“Ah, that’s my wife you see I was disciplining her….” Geta began but felt his lips shown shut by some force. His eyes frantically scanned the room, and he would place his gold that it was the brunette that wasn’t too keen on him.  He was muffling his words, but no comprehensive words came out.

“Why torture her then? If she is doing good? My friend and I had heard about this and wanted to ask you more questions wondering why your hurting the poor girl.” The red head stated. “Minerva is at her wits end with this and would slice your neck open if she could.”

He felt the Burnette’s eyes glue onto him. “My last visit from previous night did not take in your asine head I see.”

Geta’s dark eyes went wide as the red head had came up to him and smacked him across her face. “You think that’s acceptable to treat your wife, a half-blood of the gods as a toy to manage your anger.”

His lips were unsealed. He had a chance to talk after letting out some gasps from the slap across his face. He rubbed his cheek a bit. “ She disobeyed me!”

“You are betraying Rome!” Minerva had raised her voice at him. He cowered in the sight of her growing physique that towered over him.  “THE PEOPLE ARE STARVING, THERE ARE TEARS ON MY NIECES FACE!   SHE IS CRYING! YOU MADE HER CRY! YOU HURT HER! ALL MEN ARE THE SAME! YOU TAKE AND TAKE UNTIL THERES NOTHING LEFT FOR HER!”

“Minerva, I think he hears you.” The redhead spoke up.

“Pomona, he needs to hear this!” She spat. “The emperor brothers need to respect her, she is our future, she is going to bring Rome back to it’s glory if….”

“If what?” Geta chimed in.

“If you fuckin learn how to respect your gods wishes. I was just here and your spanking her until her behind is blue and she is crying! That is not how you treat her! She can do this without you, but the fates say your spoiled ass is part of this.” She muttered.

“Don’t tell him too much he must learn along the way!” Pomona warned as the priestess nodded.

“Fine. Just don’t make my niece cry again and maybe just maybe your head wont be rolling down the streets of Rome by mine or your bride’s blade got it?” Minerva watched Geta nod. “Good and allow your wife to donate as much as she wants or else she will continue this ongoing behaviour.”

“She will learn to not do it….”

“What did we just talk about!? THE PEOPLE NEED YOUR HELP” The priestess squawked.

“Fine I will talk to her tomorrow…” Geta muttered.

“NOW! Your going to talk to her now!” Pomona and Minerva spat.

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Geta went back to his chambers and noticed the bed empty. The entire room was quiet and peaceful until he heard the door close behind him. Before he could speak out Sabina’s name, he felt a hard slap across his face. He looked to her, his wife.

Tears were still swelling in her eyes as her tear-stained cheeks puffed out. Her lips were trembling, yet her dark eyes grown aflame. Geta thanked the gods that she didn’t have a blade in hand.

“Me paenitet…” Geta began but it followed by another slap.

“ASINE!”  Her voice was raised as he put his hands up to surrender. Sabina paused for a moment.  Geta tilted his head for a moment, watching her rage flow through her, for some reason, a pool of pleasure began to flow through his belly.  He needed to get some rage out, she needed to get some rage out.  Her form, her body was driving him mad, he wouldn’t be lying, he knew that she was beautiful, and her rage only made her grow. He said nothing, but put his hands on her face.

“Meum Cor, make love to me, love will help us resolve this. Let’s not fight.” His voice was soft and gentle to her. All he seen in this moment, was his wife. 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” Sabina spat at him. “You tried to violate me! NOW YOU ARE ASKING TO MAKE LOVE! What do you think you are!”

“YOUR HUSBAND! “His voice risen to her level, after seeing how he added ammo to the flame, he took a deep breath. “I am your husband; it is my duty to make sure everything is well taken care of.”

“Like put a child inside of me, make sure the gods are off your backs? “Sabina sighed. “You kept saying your going to train me to be your perfect wife.”

“I am done with that.” He put his hands on her shoulders starting to rub them for a little bit. He didn’t want to say anything about his guests he just attended to. Not like she would listen to him anyways at this point. He needed to get her to trust him.

“I am done with that, and you were right.” Geta finally said. “You will have responsibilities as my wife, but I am not a monster Sabina.”

Sabina laughed at that statement.

“BUT, you can take whatever you want to give to the people in Rome. Apart from things of higher value.” He tilted his head at her, trying to see if she was following along or if she thought it was some kind of joke.

“You cant be serious, you were punishing me for disobeying you!”

“And I was mistaken to do so.” Geta stated, he felt sick to his stomach saying those apologetic words, he loved his riches. But he needed to keep his head more. 

All Sabina said was “very well”.  then she went to bed. She didn’t know what to say to a sudden gesture from him. Since he was being power hungry and anxious all day to her. She turned her body away from him and went into a fetal position. There was some shuffling in the background, but she paid no mind. She sensed some sort of trick at play with the emperor.

Geta couldn’t stop imagining what happened the previous night, her moans and whimpers.  Yet, her figure in the moonlight had excited him and it made him want to get closer to her. He took off his robes and undergarments and joined her in bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he tangled her leg with his.

“Are you sure I can not make it up to you, my wife?” He muttered under his breath as he took in her toxic sweet scent. His lips rested on her neck as she let out a soft gasp in surprise from the gentle and tender touch. Her shoulders lowered from the sensation as he kept peppering her body with kisses. His arms went to her shoulders and began to rub them again. “Relax my wife, let me take care of you.”

Sabina was speechless. She was shocked but his actions but was still questioning them. Obviously, she knew he was in the mood, but she didn’t think he would approach her so gently. Especially with the tension between the two of them the past three days. 

Then she let out a breathy moan as he kissed her shoulder blades and yelped in pleasure when he nipped at her healing wound.

Then slithered his tongue down her spine.

Then slowly slid down to her ass.

A moan echoed the room as soon as he grabbed her bruised ass. The reaction caused him to stop and remind himself of previous events of the evening.  He took a step back then kissed her ass cheeks tenderly while gently pushing her onto her back.

Sabina’ s eyes opened and found the emperor’s orbs of eyes looking down on her. His nude form was enticing her, even though she seen his complete form the previous night. His strawberry blonde hair reflected in the moonlight.

“Tell me to stop and I will do it.” Geta states. There was a look of desperation, a need to please his wife. It was a look of an injured animal asking for water. Sabina wasn’t sure what she was consenting to, but she nodded her head.

Geta trailed kisses from her breasts to her stomach. “ My lovely flower, my finest wine, my goddess.” He purred as he glanced down to her mound then back up at her, asking for permission. Her hairs were tickling his nose, but he didn’t mind, he only wanted to have a taste.  

“Yes.”

He took no time to hesitate as he took his time licking her folds. Like a snake, his tongue slithered around her sex organ, exploring trying to find what his wife liked and didn’t like. He would glance up every now and again to check on her, seeing if he was doing something she liked or didn’t like.

Then he touched that spot

“Oh” were the only words that slipped out of her mouth. Her clit being touched with a gentle yet firm touch. He began by moving his tongue up and down in hopes that it would bring her closer. As a response, Sabina gave off a moan in which Geta growled in response.

Sabina reached her hands in his short strawberry blonde hair and noticed how soft his curls were.  Her main reason was to get comfortable, but it only drove Geta to move his tongue faster onto her gentle bud.

She let out a soft gasp as the pleasure began to build more onto her body. There was a knot of pleasure in her body. She was familiar with the feeling as it grew more and more, yet it was denied to her the previous night. Her lips muttered prayers that she wouldn’t be denied release once again.

“I hear your prayers Sabina, you won’t lose it this time.” He muttered under his breath as he kept focusing on that single spot over and over until she felt that release. It was sudden and abrupt around her and she gripped her husbands hair as she released and gave off a loud moan as a feeling of ecstasy left her.

He pulled up quickly then kissed her lips aggressively, giving her a taste of her sweet juices on his lips. Sabina was so out of it, she was smiling against her husband’s lips as he kept kissing her soft lips. She focused on how fine and tough his lips were as he wiped his tongue on her lower lip.

“We should get some sleep.”  He suggested after a pause. He wanted to go further, but he knew that they should wait until she is fully ready. He crawled back up to her then wrapped his arms around her naked body. He took in her scent one last time before he closed his brown eyes.

Sabina closed her eyes, she may still have her doubts with him, but she will do whatever it takes for Rome to be happy.

And she wasn’t complaining about the Emperors care, when he wanted to care.

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Sabina woke up to an empty bed the next morning. She was still fully nude, but she had a green robe waiting for her on the table. Slowly, she stretched and wrapped it around her frame and walked out, not caring if she was fully dressed or not, she has time to get ready for the games later on.

Her dark eyes scanned the rooms that were open and she didn’t see the Emperor anywhere. 

“Good morning Emperess,” The staff would call to her and she would bow her head at each one. She wished that she could give them a more sincere smile, but she only was focused on finding her husband.

Then she saw him.

In the entertainment room was her brother in-law with him. Around them were men and women in various outfits. Most of them were hardly wearing clothing and she noticed Geta’s eyes on one specific one.

It was a dark-haired woman with pale ivory skin, covering her breasts with gold and a sheer white stola that hardly left anything to the imagination anywhere around her body. She was very beautiful, but flirtatious as well. She smiled at him and he kept her close with his arm around her, focused on the dancer in front of them. Geta was in his green robe as Carcalla was in a purple one.

He had a bright grin on his face then stopped when he seen Sabina in front of them.

“Good morning, I didn’t think you would be up.” He said.

“Didn’t think  I would have to find my husband with entertainment at this hour.”

“Oh he did more than entertain last night.” Carcalla muttered giving out a chuckle. His eyes glanced at Geta, who had no emotion in them. He kept looking at his wife and concubine.

“I see, I guess I was not enough for you for the evening husband.” Sabina spat as she turned away and walked out of the room. Just when Geta was going to stand up, his concubine had pushed him down and began to rub his shoulders to relax. It took a couple of moments, but he complied.

Sabina figured that there was going to be concubines in this marriage of course. But sleeping with someone else right after he was done with her? Sneaking out of their bed to fuck another woman? That is what fueled Sabina’s heart with fury.

She took a couple deep breaths as she walked down the long hall. Her mind focusing on the night before and recalling how their anger fueled into the passionate setting.

Well Sabina guesses that it wasn’t enough for him.

“Emperess, I just heard what had happened. “  Suddenly, Macrinus was next to her, his dark eyes full of concern. Sabina wanted to take a step forward, but Macrinus had wrapped his hand around hers to keep her in place. “Lets talk somewhere more private, I think I have an idea to help all of your worries go away.”

Sabina didn’t know where else to turn to for guidance right now. Her father was miles away and she cant recall anyone else who could provide immediate support. She nodded and allowed Macrinus take her to his chambers so they could have a long conversation.

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My carageta(not in romantic way) pins

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“Gladiator II” de Ridley Scott - suite de “Gladiator” du même réalisateur (2000) - avec Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington, Joseph Quinn, Fred Hechinger, Connie Nielsen, Pedro Pascal, Derek Jacobi, Tim McInnerny, Alexander Karim et les participations de Peter Mensah et Yuval Gonen, novembre 2024.

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Molliter Nix Cadit - Softly the Snow Falls

Caracalla goes to great lengths to cure your home sickness, in more ways than one 💍🎄🥂✨

Please Note:

Slight time skip, fast slow-burn, strangers to lovers

Not sure if this will be OOC for Caracalla- author has not seen movie but has seen some spoilers - I heard Dondus is a boy in the movie- author took creative liberties and she’s a gal now

Reader wears braids in hair and is referred to as female- no other descriptors !! Viking/Norse communities ‘adopted’ people from all walks of life and never had just one ‘look’

Language translations list at the end of story (It’s just Google translate rip) xx

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Rome seemed worlds away from your home the closer and closer you got to city center

The sounds, smells, and colors were dulled to your senses as you were brought before the young emperors through the palace gates

Your home in the North had seen much destruction, not from the romans, but other enemy ships and villages

And so you’d fled away with other young woman and children in hopes of peace, of freedom

You should have known it wouldn’t be so simple

You stood facing petty theft from a roman carriage with food, you plead in your broken tongue as best you could for them to spare you- the bread in your hands ripped and flung away

It was fate that Geta had allowed Caracalla to bring Dondus to the city hearings today to keep his boredom and episodes at bay- she was usually always able to calm him

The bread landed close to the emperors feet and Dondus leapt down at once, never one to turn away a snack

With tears in your eyes you watched as a pet was allowed the full loaf over you and you hung your head in defeat- your fate was in their hands

Ever the lady, Dondus ran to share a piece of bread with her master, looking at you with her wide eyes

Caracalla took the piece of bread and popped it in his mouth before speaking

“Where is she from? She’s not Roman, nor Greek?”

A guard bowed and spoke “She hails from the North, the savage lands”

His eyes glittered darkly realizing she was so far from home, from family or friends- only you, all alone, and what was a poor girl to do? Caracalla could use some fun, he’d tired from the same concubines and you looked so different from any Roman citizens

Your hair in serval braids marking victories over your enemies while on the road, dark eye makeup and clothing to blend into the grey, cold Earth- you stuck out like a sore thumb in the richly colored city

He declared no harm to fall you and ensured you’d be treated as his guest, Geta rolled his eyes but had no objection to his brothers latest conquest

Caracalla had you and your few belongings moved to a room in his wing of the palace- gifting you every finery the next morning, including a glorious rose water bath and large breakfast right to your bedside.

After you were dressed in the softest rose shades, complimenting your figure draped in glittering finery

You saw little of him throughout the first weeks dedicating time to learn the roman culture and language.

When the servants found you presentable he had you accompany him throughout the day.

Between meetings and social gatherings you felt as much of a pet as lady Dondus, who affectionately rode on your shoulder most evenings.

It was one evening she joined you in your room, both resting on a table as you scribbled away in a journal.

You’d written so many stories from your first day and escaping death to the witness of gladiator tournaments and the place gardens.

It felt as though you’d entered your own Valhalla and praised your Gods for a safe journey. The solstice was approaching and though the Romans had their own celebrations and Gods you’d not forgotten yourself or family.

It was a quiet, early morning, not even the servants had rose out of bed

Caracalla, unable to sleep his mind plagued- and venturing out of bed, found you weeping in the gardens. The pines set out for Saturnalia so similar and different to yours back home

He sat softly next to you bringing you close in a warm embrace, wrapping an outer layer of his toga over you keeping you warm on the stone bench

“Why do you weep, Dulcissima?”

Your journal beside you, you’d opened the page with your writing about the winter solstice- ‘Yule- the Winter Solstice” is what you called it

Visions of spiced cakes, roasted meats, ale and mead, every recipe you could remember, drawings of Yule decorations and traditions, gift giving and the stationary scent of dried oranges hit Caracalla full force

Not only inviting him into your small world but realizing you were terribly homesick, the festivities of Saturnalia looking so similar were no help to your sorrow

He was determined to do everything in his power to impress you with a Yule festival fit for a Goddess

It was a week of strait planning and preparation, forgoing his formal duties in favor of planning the perfect feast.

He’d demanded the largest pines found in the city displayed in the grand hall of the palace

Droves of servants rapidly created ornaments, bits, and bobbles made of metal by the hundreds, placing each one on the tree with care despite the task at hand

Meticulous effort went into creating each recipe to perfection, in Caracalla’s eyes nothing was good enough, he’d tasted every dish and hoped it was close enough to your meals back home

You arose the day of the festival, maids preparing the bath in Caracalla’s room and leading you in, scrubbed down with rich oils of vanilla, cinnamon, clove and cherry

You were dried and dressed in a deep green and gold stola with a soft white fur collared cape

Your hair was styled in sweeping, grand braids with gold pieces and a pine wreath replaced the traditional laurel

You felt like a Goddess dressed so nicely for what felt like the most magical day

You’d spent your time the past week crafting a gift for Caracalla, a beautiful new blade, bronzed handle engraved with the sacred runic words Viska, Sigur, and Ast, the last word you’d treasured the most

You found yourself growing fonder and fonder of Caracalla’s company and the time he made for you each day grew longer and longer

He’d said he found it impossible to stay away from you- plucking the nearest flower down to place behind your ear the first month of your stay

That memory felt so familiar now as Caracalla met you on the steps “You look divine, Carissima - You’ll outshine all here!”

You could say the same for him, looking nothing less than regal in a long emerald toga and donned a golden laurel

You blushed as you took his arm guiding you to the grand hall with a confident stride, the tree aglow with candle light and strung with red berries

You delighted all night sharing a large feast, music, you friends company and relished the grandeur Calla had spent so much effort to display for you

He made you feel welcome, invited and included- he warmed you from the inside out

As the festivities died down he pulled you aside to the gardens, they were decorated with silver and gold garland illuminated by the moonlight

You walked hand in hand stopping at a stone bench with a cover when a light snow began to fall

“It seems you’ve brought Aquilo’s spirt to Rome this season- it was a wonder I found you” he sighed caressing your face

You grabbed his hand lifting your gaze to his “It seems that Rome is becoming more like home the longer I stay”

“I have one more surprise for you, Dulcissima!” He whispered excitedly, leaning closer to you “Dondus?”

You gazed up a she dropped down to a lower branch and dropped a bundle of leaves into his hand before scurrying off for more treats from the grand hall

“Have you ever heard the story of visci, Cor Meum?” He said, taking you hand once more

You shook your head never hearing this story but recognizing the plant and the tradition it carried back home you hoped his story would lead you down the same path

You giggled with a blush as he pulled you in by the waist holding the bundle over your head “Let me show you, Carissima” his lips moulding perfectly to yours in an unbreakable kiss

It seemed to last a lifetime in only a few moments and he knew he could have no other in his life

“Mea Omnia please be mine? I’ll give you anything you could desire- you’ll want for nothing except to spend you days committed to your passions- I’ll treasure you always. With you by my side I will be unstoppable in every way- Make me feel alive- whole. Become my Empress?” He held a crafted ring with delicately placed emeralds surrounding a lavish diamond in the center, inside was carved the symbols of Mars and Venus- a true work of art.

A soft gasp left you, eyes welling with tears at his truest, most vulnerable confession

“Of course my Calla! How could I turn away your love, your bewitching displays of affection? You see me as I am and who I am becoming, as I see you” you pulled out your gift to him, the dagger embellished with your language, a sacred blessing for you lover

“It’s blesses the wielder with wisdom, victory, and love, things you now have much success in” you said, a giddy lilt in your voice. He swung you around laughing softly holding you close and slipping your ring on your hand

“I shall wield it every day if I must, vanquish anyone who would try and take you away from me!” He taunted and slipped the dagger into an inner pocket

Now strolling arm in arm again he pulled you in for another kiss, the snow softly coating you both in the silent, perfect night

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Anyways!! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed xx

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Language Translations:

Title - Molliter Nix Cadit - Softly the Snow Falls

Dulcissima - Sweetest

Carissma - Dearest

Viska, Sigur, and Ast - Wisdom, Victory, Love

Aquilo - Roman God of winter and the North wind

Visci - Mistletoe

Cor Meum - My Heart

Mea Omnia - My Everything

[iimperiial]

They’re my OT3 at this point, don’t @ me

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[tightjeansjavi]

someone pls tell me why I had a modern day dream about Geta and Caracalla and I all attending this camp for all ages?? Like brother—for WHAT??? and pls tell me why after I punched Caracalla in the face (deserved) for being the biggest twat known to man-kind that the counselors decided to send me AND Geta to isolation camp 😭 and then bro sends me $400 in Venmo as a thank you for clocking his demented brother in the face 😆 and then Geta and I are sitting there, in isolation camp and I’m like bro, I’m 26 years old??? How the hell are they gonna send me to isolation camp and Geta is like ohhh yeah that doesn’t make sense 🥲

and then Geta and I became homies after that <3

[tori111777]

FRIGHT AND FURY 4

Part 3, Part 5

Summary: Secret late night talks are being said

Warnings: Spoilers for Gladiator 2

Parings: Caracalla x wife!reader

The night was restless as you could not fall asleep. You husband had slept with you tonight, not leaving your side since the attack that had happened earlier today.

It felt nice having him next to you for once, you didn’t want to wake him up though, just watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed peacefully. You traced the lines of his face with your eyes. It was oddly peaceful, but also a reminder of how fragile everything felt in that moment.

Maybe you did start to care for him a bit, whether you would admit that to yourself or not.

“Caracalla.” You whispered his name ever so faintly that he wouldn’t wake up. His name hung in the air between you like a fragile thread. You let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, unsure of what you were feeling—torn between the weight of the day’s events and the growing warmth that seemed to blossom in your chest whenever you thought of him.

You brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, your fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. The gesture felt intimate, yet so simple, as if everything could change with just that small touch.

Just then you heard a knock on the door that made you jump. You turned to see if Caracalla had woken up but he shifted slightly in his sleep, his body instinctively leaning toward you, as if drawn to the warmth of your presence. He didn't wake.

You pulled the sheets away ever so carefully and wrapped you arms around yourself, feeling your silk dress that you always wore to bed. Your feet brushing against the cold stone floor. Your hand hovered over the door’s handle, a rush of uncertainty flooding your chest. Hesitant to open but you did so anyways, the guards outside your doors wouldn’t just let nobody here.

The door creaked as you turned the handle, the sound sharp and loud in the stillness of the night. “Lucilla.” You let out a sigh seeing her. “I came to make sure you were alright?” She asked. Her eyes, soft and searching, scanned your face. She had always been able to read you better than anyone else.

You blinked a few times, still adjusting to the dim light in the hallway, and let the door swing open a little wider. Lucilla stepped forward, her presence both comforting and unsettling in the quiet of the night.

“Would it be better if he spoke at my place?” She looked around, “a place with no ears?”

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“He’s been with you… since the attack?” Lucilla asked quietly, her voice gentle but probing. You were now sitting in a beautiful area in a courtyard. You slipped on something more appropriate even if it was in the dead of night.

You nodded, not trusting your voice at first. “He hasn’t left my side. I think... I think I’m starting to understand why.”

“I thought so. He’s not the kind of man who stays unless he has a reason.” Lucilla husband, Marcus Acacius had said as well. Though, you were not so sure why he was there.

Lucilla’s eyes softened further, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something older in her gaze, something she rarely allowed to show. “Perhaps he finally sees you. Not just as someone in need of protection, but as someone worth fighting for.”

You had spent so long building walls around yourself, protecting your heart from the unpredictable nature of men like Caracalla. How could you let him in now if you threw away the key?

“Which is why we wanted to tell you something…” General Acacius said looking to Lucilla then back to you. Lucilla glanced at her husband, her expression shifting as she prepared to say something important. She wasn’t one to mince words, but even she seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

“There’s a matter of trust," she began carefully. “Can we trust you?” The question hung in the air, heavy and sharp. “Trust is... hard to come by,” you said quietly, your voice a little less steady than you would’ve liked. “Not just with anyone, but especially after today.”

“I understand,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Trust is a delicate thing, especially in times like these.” The distant hum of night insects and the occasional rustle of leaves were the only sounds, and in that moment, you realized how small and fragile you truly felt, standing between two people who knew far more about loyalty and betrayal than you ever had.

“Yes.” You said firmly, “yes, you can trust me.”

Lucilla’s hand found yours, warm and steady. The gold bracelets on her arms clanked together. “The gladiator in the arena these past days… do you know who he is?”

You shook your head slightly, “no.”

"The gladiator," she began slowly, choosing her words with care, “the gladiator is Lucius.”

You blinked in surprise, he was thought to be dead after all these years. The one who had been causing so much buzz in the arena recently. It could not be him, surely… "Lucius?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. The night air suddenly felt colder, more oppressive. “Your son?”

Lucilla nodded, the weight of her words hanging heavily between you both. Her fingers tightened around yours, a silent plea for understanding, as if she were preparing herself for the emotional turbulence that was sure to follow.

“But the man in the arena is not the boy who left. He’s changed, hardened by the years, by what he’s endured.” Her voice wavered slightly, as though the emotions tied to her son’s fate were still too raw.

You tried to process this new information, the weight of it all pressing against your chest. "But why keep this from me?" The question tumbled out of you before you could stop it.

“Because we did not know.” The general answered slowly. You looked at the ground then up slowly. “Wouldn’t he be the prince of Rome then?” It was the truth, he should’ve been heir. “Is this why it has to do with Caracalla?”

“Sort of the kind.” Acacius said. “We are going to break him out. Tonight. We need your help so the Emperors don’t find out.” For a long moment, you remained silent, processing the magnitude of the situation.

“This is treason.” You spoke out. "It is, yes," she said quietly, her voice laced with a painful honesty. "But we don’t see it as betrayal, not to Rome. To our family, you family, it is a chance at redemption. Think of your father.”

His reappearance could change everything, especially if he were to reveal his true identity. "Why come to me?" you asked, your voice almost a whisper. "Why trust me with something like this? You know what could happen if this gets out."

Acacius looked at you with a grim understanding in his eyes. "Because you're the key. We believe that Caracalla... cares for you, more than he’s willing to admit. He trusts you. With that, if anything gets out you can cover.”

“And Geta?” You asked them, still unsure. “He’ll believe his brother.” The general replied. You swallowed, looking between the two of them. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, each one more conflicting than the last.

"I don’t know what to do," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. The uncertainty in your chest was unbearable. "Alright," you finally said, the words escaping your lips almost before you could fully comprehend what they meant.

Lucilla let out a small, relieved breath, but General Acacius did not seem quite as sure. His eyes never left you, studying you intently, as if trying to read the depth of your decision.

“It won’t be easy," he said, his voice low and firm. "You’ll have to keep your distance from Caracalla—he can’t know about this. We’ll need to move fast. If we can’t get him out by dawn, it’s over.”

The escape of Lucius, the survival of Caracalla, and the fate of Rome itself now rested in your hands.

“I’ll head back, if Caracalla asks any questions, don’t worry about it.” You gave a reassuring smile to them.

As you made your way back to the chambers, your heart was heavy with the weight of what you had just agreed to. The silence in the hallway felt unnervingly loud as you approached your room. You could see the soft glow of the candlelight still flickering under the door, and for a moment, you hesitated.

You opened the door gently, careful not to disturb the fragile peace that had settled in the room. Caracalla was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, his form a comforting presence in the dim light. The way he had instinctively turned toward you in his sleep—the way his body seemed to seek yours even in rest—made your heart tighten.

You closed the door softly behind you, locking it with a quiet click. Your steps were measured as you returned to the bed, your eyes lingering on Caracalla's face for just a moment longer. He had no idea of the storm you were about to become a part of.

Your hand reached for his, the coolness of your fingers brushing against his warm skin. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Caracalla.” You called out to him, waking him up. “Caracalla.”

Caracalla stirred slowly at the sound of his name, his brow furrowing as his eyes fluttered open. The dim light from the candle by the bed cast soft shadows across his face, and for a moment, he simply blinked at you, still lost in the haze between sleep and waking.

“Lucilla and Acacius are planning on committing treason.”

Authors note: you guys are so loyal to your man I was kinda hoping you all would pick Lucilla but I’ll give the people what they want

[eclipseiz]

Twin Thrones

pairing- caracalla x fem! oc x geta

(♡ synopsis)- calista amulis was determined to get her brother back, no matter the cost. even if that means she had to cozy up with the emperor's to do it.

part 1 of ?

please note...

✧ this is set PRE gladiator 2 as the story progresses it might dabble in the beginning but that's about it.

✧caracalla will not have syphilis in this story, he'll just be a crazy freak.

✧this story is gonna be dirty and raw (lol) so 18+

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Calista Amulis was set on saving her brother, Caius from Rome the moment she had heard he’d been sold to them.

The sun beat down relentlessly as she leapt from the boat, the heat biting into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that fueled her every movement. She darted away, her heart pounding with urgency, desperate to stay ahead of the soldier she had seduced only hours before for the free ride to Rome. She had played her part well, weaving the web of deception so carefully. She stumbled upon a young woman walking with a basket filled with what looked like bread, “Pardon me!” she called out making the woman turn around

“Yes?” the woman raised an eyebrow

Calista looked around and leaned in closer, “Do you know who I can talk to in regards to the Gladiators?”

She seemed to think for a moment before answering, “Macrinus would be your gentleman. He buys them up the moment they touch Roman soil. If I were to guess I'd say he's in his office near the Gladiators cells just down there.” she pointed down a dusty stairway to the right of the Colosseum.

With a quick ‘thank you’ Calista began down the path coming across a bustling corridor with training men she assumed to be the gladiators and guards. “What's your business here girl?” a bald man walked over to her.

“I'm looking for a man named Macrinus, is he here?” she asked folding her hands together

He grunted and began walking, commanding her to follow him with a wave of his hand. She moved with him until they stood in front of an archway, “Sire this girl here has a few words for you.”

Calista stepped into the room and watched as Macrinus gave her a once over, “Thank you Viggo you may return to the floor.” After the guard had retreated, Macrinus leaned back and clasped his hands together, “Well why have you come to see me…?” he requested her name.

She moved to sit at a chair in front of the desk, “Calista. My brother was sold to you after our city was attacked and I would like for you to release him. I'll give you anything you require.” 

Macrinus tilted his head before letting out a laugh, “Silly girl, who knows if your brother is still alive.”

“Caius. His name is Caius.” she urged

The man thought for a moment, “Ah yes ‘Cyclops’. Quite the fighter…managed to lose his eye during his first fight here.”

Her face flashed with worry, “He’s still standing then?”

“For now.” Macrinus answered with a shrug. He got up from his seat over to where he had a glass of wine, “I know what you can do for me.”

Calista straightened her posture and put her confident mask in place, “Anything.”

The older man hummed, “I'm sure you’ve heard of the emperors Geta and Caracalla from wherever you have come from?” 

“The twin tyrants?” 

His lips twitched, “Correct. I want to take them down and I had no way of doing so until now. You are a pretty girl, Calista, just their type…”

She furrowed her brows, “I am not following.”

“The emperors are young fragile men. Just the kind who can be turned agaisnt each other when it comes to a young beautiful woman.” he handed her a cup half full of the alcohol.

She swirled the liquid in the cup, “You want me to seduce them? Both of them? How do you suppose I got close enough to do that?” 

“I can handle that without fretting. Though you will need to wear something of more taste.” he gestured to her raggedy dress which she had been wearing for days.

Calista stood, setting the cup back down, “And after I somehow manage to pin them against one another, what after?”

Marcinus took the girl's face in his hands, “I'll take over from there. You'll find I can be very persuasive.”

She scoffed, “And you'll let my brother go?”

He gives her a pat on the cheeks before backing away, “If all goes to plan then yes. Caius will be freed.”

“And if it doesn't?” she anxiously questioned

“Then you'll most likely die at the hands of the emperors.” he shrugged like it was nothing.

Calista let out a breath of air before slowly nodding, “Fine I'll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Macrinus beamed, his smile wide and full of triumph, as though he'd just secured a victory in a game of great importance. “I can arrange for you to meet them as soon as tomorrow. But first, let me tell you a little about them.” He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the edge of his desk as he considered the task at hand. “Geta is the older twin,” he began, his tone steady and assured. “He’s the one I consider the true leader. Handles most of the imperial duties, keeps things running smoothly. He's a sharp, methodical person who expects loyalty, and demands it. He’s the one you’ll have to watch closely.” Macrinus paused, rocking back slightly, as though trying to find the right words for the next part. "Caracalla, on the other hand..." He shook his head, a flicker of something between amusement and disbelief crossing his face. "Crazy, to put it lightly. He's unpredictable, impulsive and makes decisions on a whim, often with disastrous results. He'll be the easy one to handle, no doubt. But it’s Geta you need to worry about." He sat forward, his gaze sharpening. "Geta is the real challenge. If you can get to him, take him down, the rest will fall into place.”

She regarded Macrinus for a moment, her expression calm but calculating. "I see," she said slowly, her voice smooth and confident.

Macrinus tipped his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll have my servant prepare your bath, clothes, everything. If all goes well with the twins tomorrow, they'll likely request a room for you at their palace."

She blinked, a furrow of confusion crossing her brow. "Wait, hold on," she said, her voice calm but edged with uncertainty. "Just like that? They’ll let me in? You make it sound almost too easy."

“It’s not as difficult as you’re making it sound,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “The twins are accustomed to intrigue and manipulation, but they both believe in appearances. A beautiful, well-dressed woman appearing as if by chance? They’ll think nothing of it. The way you present yourself will make all the difference.” He paused, watching her carefully. “Don’t overthink it. If you act confident, poised, and play to their egos, they’ll let you in without a second thought.

She chuckled sarcastically, the tension in her expression easing for a moment. "Let's hope I'm as good of an actor as I've been told then." Her voice was dry, but there was a flicker of determination beneath it.

“Cordelia!” Macrinus called for his servant. “I'll have her get you cleaned up. Get a good night's rest and get ready for tomorrow.”

“If sleep can even call upon me.” With that, she exited, the weight of what was to come settling on her shoulders. Tomorrow would tell whether the pieces would fall into place or whether she'd be walking into a trap.

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[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

Soooooo I’m just gonna come out and say this with my chest... Caracalla is definitely the ugly twin. Okaybye.

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

( SPOILER WARNING ) I LOVE their makeup because Geta later on sees himself as a God right so I think he's probably wanting to look like Apollo because of all the gold

Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. One of the most important and complex of the Greek gods, he is the son of Zeus, He is considered to be the most beautiful god and is represented as the ideal of the kouros (ephebe, or a beardless, athletic youth). He also looks exactly like those statues of Apollo, especially the hair and obviously Joseph's features and slim frame also help sell it

Carcalla has syphilius that went to his brain and skin and applies makeup to hide that, which then gave him lead poisoning and worsened his health even more. The strong blush, along with having male companions, makes me think Carcalla wants to look more feminine or even like a young boy. He also says he did not get enough oxygen at birth because of Geta's umbilical cord choking him, I think.

He seems to regress mentally because of illness so it's possible he wants to look boyish and the blush gets stronger and they both go from having matching armor to each having a very distinct look, Geta's darker eye makeup and extreme capes and Carcalla almost wearing a childlike colorful outfit, so they grow apart as Geta's pride grows and Carcalla's disease worsens

[russelcrow66666]

I don't like you at all