#carcalla

[tori111777]

FRIGHT AND FURY 2

Part 1

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.

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.

[russelcrow66666]

I'm sorry I spoiled an image from the film so I'm deleting comments and republishing it in January 2025 I'm just chattering

[detournementsmineurs]

“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.

[itsawritblr]

Caracalla reincarnated into Pedro Pascal??

Caracalla

[digital-squirrel]

The true form of Kas.

[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

[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

[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

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

[stardancerluv]

What the Emperor Wants

Part Two

Notes/Warnings: We’ll see this where it goes. Did a few re-writes…

Mentions of ownership, nudity, dominate behavior

You trembled as the footfalls drew closer. You mumbled a prayer almost as fast heart thudded in your chest.

They had cleared out the room of the other girls you shared the space with. You wished on some level at least Atilia was there. She is the eldest out of all of them, very supportive. She had taught you what had been needed to serve the brother emperors. The last year had felt like several.

With a ramble of voices, the door creaked and groaned open. You kept your head down cast and hands behind your back.

“There you are.” Rasped a voice.

You inhaled but didn’t look up. You were utterly at a loss of how to react to your emperor.

His chuckle bounced off the walls.

“Despite slipping glances at me during the gladiators combating or I dare say during fights of beasts and yet now, you don’t look at me now.”

“May I look at you sire?” You whispered.

“No.” He chuckled louder.”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“No, you can. I need to watch you.”

You blinking you finally looked up at him.

“As you wish.”

With the candle light flickering on his crown that sat on top of his curls to the folds of the soft fabrics that wound and hung off his strong frame he looked far taller here then ever before. You swallowed.

“Hold out your hands.”

You did as he said.

“Turn them over.” He nodded. “Have you washed today?”

“Yes. Twice.”

His eyes grew. “Twice?”

“Once upon waking since I would serve you and Carcalla today. And some moments ago, since I heard you would be arriving.”

A small smile crept up one side of his face. “That’s good.” He paused. His eyes moving across you. He gestured to your robes. “Take those off.”

Your heart stilled.

“Do not make me ask again.”

You pressed your lips together. Soon you undid the knots that held the fabrics together.

“There you are. As nude as goddess Venus.”

You could feel a soft breeze around you as he moved around you. He cast you in and out of the candle light.

“I am sure she is pleased with your form as am I.” He said he stood before you once again.

You bowed your head at his kind words.

As soft warmth filled you, your eyes watered. Never would you have ever expected that you would receive a compliment from your emperor.

“Thank you, sire.”

“Have you ever been with a man?”

Blinking, your tears clung to your lashes. “Sire?”

“Have you allowed a man to penetrate you?”

His mouth took a thin line, his face tight.

You took a step back, a chill ran down your back. You shook your head.

A startled scream remained in your throat so you could only gasp as a cool hand took a hold of your jaw. He tilted your face up.

“Answer me. I do not like waiting.”

A tear that lingered from the warmth he had just created in you fell from an eye.

“No sire. I have not.”

His hand just as quickly slipped free of you.

“Good.” He gestured to your clothes. “Put those on.”

You hastily slipped them around your form. Just before you could tie the fabric he stopped you. With a quick work of his rather nimble, slender fingers he fastened a broach. His initials were engraved on it.

“You are now mine, you belong to me.”

You swallowed.

@amethyst-serenade

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Admiring from afar

Geta, Caracalla, Marcus x fem!reader

warning : fluff, kissing, holding hands, no use of Y/n

summary : The Colosseum fights after the victory for Great Rome were a true spectacle. But three men had their eyes set on something quite different from the bloody fights, something much more interesting that they had long hoped to see again and to make a first move before the others.

info: The second trailer is beautiful as always and the scenes of the three of us are just omg so good. So have fun with it and see you next time :)

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Marcus

The sounds of battle could be heard, the screaming and shouting of the crowd who enjoyed the games, the fighters who were better than the others would end in bloody victories.

He had heard all of this himself all his life, he had thought he had only a battlefield around him, nothing but fighting… until he had seen her.

His eyes had fallen on her when she had shown him his armour, pure gold, the finest craftsmanship, a woman with such talent, an indescribable beauty.

She had simply not let go of him and he had prayed to the gods to be able to return to her in Rome. Now he was here with her. Sitting in the tribune with the two emperors, senators and her among the guests of honour.

A few coins and his influence had earned her a place. While he followed the brothers' speech only half-heartedly, his brown eyes wandered to her, seeing the stole that fell down her, the golden bracelets that nestled on her arm.

Marcus felt the desire to finally hear her voice, to be with her, and his gaze reached hers. She suddenly looked at him, and he saw how she gave him a smile, a small mischievous wink with her fingers.

He felt a surge of excitement when he saw her gaze wander over him, lingering a little longer on his muscular arms and firm hands before she turned her attention to the gladiators.

But there was something between them - the looks, the conversations in his tent away from the battlefield, her fascination with his actions and his admiration for her art - it seemed to be a confusion in a world that saw her only as a warrior and a woman.

After the first fighters had begun, not yet the most popular of the newcomers who would show what they could do, the tribune slowly began to move and the gentlemen began to enjoy themselves as Marcus rose from his chair and made his way to the tables of food and drink.

Two gilded plates laden with fruit and sweet sugars for them to eat together I hope you still like sugared berries he thought, remembering the foggy evening when she had given him his armor and he had served her berries from the region with sugar and honey. Her look as she sat next to him and her delighted laughter at the sweet taste as she had fed him the berries had warmed his heart.

As he went to her with the plates, he saw her trying to get up too, apparently to follow him, when Caracalla stood in her way and engaged her in conversation.

The leader didn't have much use for the two brothers, but this childish behavior could quickly end in irrational actions, ,,Emperor Caracalla a pleasure that you seem to enjoy yourselves so much with the fights, a real amusement,” Marcus began and saw how the blond seemed surprised at first and then smiled at him.

The shorter one obviously admired him but the balance of power was completely different, ,,I wanted to take the lady to the front the fights with the trident are particularly exciting” he chuckled and put his hand over hers as she gave him an apologetic look and Marcus read her tense body language, pressing a plate into her hand Marcus put his hand on the younger one's shoulder with a certain pressure.

,,I won't deny you that…nevertheless, my necklace of the cloak would need an enhancement, I'll bring the ladyship back to you at once" he said more calmly to the blond and even if he seemed to be snapped for a moment, the respect for such a war was greater and with a dismissive wave of his hand Carcalla went back to his brother in defeat.

He could just hear her exhale and the ,,Thank you Acacius” before she walked next to him to the back where it was a little quieter and you could rest for a few minutes without being disturbed, the two of them sat down on one of the couches and he heard her giggle.

,,What amuses you? “ he asked and took a bite of the grapes as he looked at her her beauty had not faded for a moment ,,My warrior has not changed still strong and willing” she returned and took one of the berries before bringing it to his lips the same sweetness the same beautiful moment as he tasted the berry and sighed.

She took from the berry herself a pleasant sigh also came from her before he let his hand wander over hers, rough hands over gentle strokes, up her arm and he stopped at her golden bangle when he saw the engraved swords and stroked it, feeling the handiwork.

,,I made it last summer when you were away, a reminder of you” she said more quietly suddenly almost sentimental and he put his hand to her cheek gently stroking it seeing her lean against it ,,I'm not leaving you again I'm staying with you" he told her before they came closer and she finally felt his lips on hers again, the kiss she had been longing for and could finally have again.

He heard her voice again, felt her softness and finally could have her love with him again, even if they could only admire each other from a distance, it was the most lovely thing they could finally have here.

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Geta

The palace was his home, the sun illuminating him through the corridors and windows seemed to give him the power of gods as his servants dressed him in his new toga, the golden rings on his fingers new creations just for the festivities held.

Festivities he had organized with his brother who was already running around again, looking for amusement, but Geta, even if the younger one, was looking for something completely different at this party, looking for someone he had once met.

In his position he was constantly surrounded by people from men, women, whores, merchants and others but none of them he paid attention to as much as her, this pretty estall who had appeared in the palace as a painter for the royal royal chambers and shrines.

It was a craft that could have been done by anyone else, but when he looked at her there was this expression of confidence and strength… Geta had quickly realized that he wanted this expression for himself, this strength at his side.

Which is why he had sent her a personal message that she should come to the Colloseum presentation, even if she was not a noblewoman, she was his honored guest and this was something no one could refuse the Emperor.

He was all the more excited when he stepped out onto the stage with Caracalla and cheers awaited her, his dark eyes searching darkly for her in the shadows of the stage and the flower almost trying to hide.

She had no golden toga, no dark red one it was a simple white with a few yellowish accents and you could almost have mistaken her for a servant if it wasn't for a pair of golden rings on her fingers with precious stones sticking out I knew you would wear them it went through his mind as his gaze met hers and she gave a brief smile of praise before he stood next to his brother and let his voice introduce the spectacle.

But even though the first few fights still piqued some of his interest, he soon found himself turning around to look at her as she seemed rather bored by the spectacle and didn't care for the brutality, but she hid it in an interested hold of her hands playing with the rings and he smirked as she looked to him, probably feeling caught in the reassurance.

Geta took advantage of this as he rose from his chair, ignoring the questioning look from his brother who seemed to want to continue enjoying himself, ,,It's a pleasure that you accepted my invitation and that you're wearing such a pretty ring,” he said to her as he stood in front of her, looking down at her and she rose hastily.

They had hardly exchanged words in the last few days, it had been mostly sarcastic and short answers but underneath that façade there seemed to be more between them as if he was fighting his own battle over a lone flower, ,,Pretty gems they are thank you my Emperor” she replied and awkwardly took his hand feeling her warmth as he led her beside him away from the guests.

To the back where he hoped to find some peace and quiet or at least where he could look at her for himself, just have her to himself, ,,I ask that such an artist may simply call me Geta but only you” he insisted and took one of the sweet lemon tarts and held it in front of her as she held one she had never really eaten such deliciousness before she took a bite and he laughed contentedly looking at her as she tasted it and she smiled and looked at him happily.

His hand was just about to touch her when the tent flaps were torn open and he heard a familiar voice, ,,Brother! The rhinoceros should be here any minute!” Caracalla shouted and reached for his brother, whose nerves were almost at the end again, as much as he appreciated Caracalla as a brother, he hated him at the same time. Turning to him, he pulled him towards the entrance of the tent-

,,I'll take care of my lady a personal matter go see the damn rhino alone Caracalla" he snarled calmly his gaze full of annoyance and even though he knew they could have watched it together he wanted to have her to himself.

He knew his brother well enough that the older one had also looked at the painter several times and it wasn't looks of admiration, it was looks of the same hidden kindness, ,,Go now,” he said the last words and closed the tent to turn back to her seeing how she didn't quite know whether to laugh or be confused.

Grabbing a lemon tartlet himself and taking a bite, he was still feeling angry with himself and his brother when he suddenly felt her hand on his and looked at her and saw the strength in her eyes, ,,Such a strong leader for Rome the pictures and mosaics in your chamber let your actions speak,” she admitted and grabbed his tartlet from his hand to take a bite.

His surprise quickly turned to excitement as his hand went to hers, he brought the rings to his lips and blew a few kisses on them before taking her side and pulling her into a surprise kiss.

Feeling her tense up a little overwhelmed at first, but not letting go of the strength she finally had, she relaxed against him and returned the kiss as the muffled fighting and screaming didn't reach the couple as they finally had a moment alone.

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Caracalla

There was no greater amusement for the older of the two emperors than amusement; a life without pleasure and amusement is something he did not want, which is why the bigger the celebration, the bigger the victory and the bigger the fights in the Colosseum would be, which were held for everyone so that everyone could finally enjoy themselves.

Caracalla, however bored he sometimes was, was so grateful to his brother for always seemingly planning something new, a plan that was better than the last and a worship that was only surpassed by Marcus Acacius, a man the blond hoped to see today to show him his admiration and hope to hear about the war stories.

But most of all she would be with Marcus, his personal servant, not a whore or even a wife. Caracalla had put too much trust in his own palace spies. It seemed to be a purely friendly relationship, and yet he was the emperor. Whatever he wanted for his pleasure should and would not be denied him.

Nobody would take what he wanted from him, not even a war hero and military leader like Acacius. Which is why he was all the more nervous and excited when the fighting almost started, standing next to his younger, better brother, who just gave him a sidelong glance, ,,It's going to be fun,” Caracall heard himself giggle to himself.

He was too excited to the armbands clicking and felt the brief pressure on his shoulder as Geta tried to calm his brother for the appearance of the two deities.

It helped a little before they finally stepped out onto the stage, dressed in golden robes that distinguished them both. But as he walked down the aisle, he saw her standing in a corner behind her 'master's' seat.

She was carrying a gold tray with a pair of drinks on it, but at the moment Caracalla had no choice but to give her only a fleeting glance and hope that she had seen him, which she surely had, he hoped.

Delivering his own speech, imitating his brother's gestures before they both sat down on their thrones and let the games begin, he forgot his worries for a moment as he got involved in what was happening in front of him.

His grin and laughter could be heard and seen. The amusement finally returned when he cheered with him, clung to his armrest and cheered at victories and defeats until he saw the gold flashing again in the corner of his eye, took his gaze away from the spectacle in front of him for a moment and looked behind him.

She was standing there, dressed in simple clothes, without gold and without the amusement. And yet he felt the need to talk to her, knew that she had something that did him good, that she could calm him down and take him away from all the thinking.

Even if it was only once when they were invited to a ceremony at Marcus' house, a simple meal, he had seen her and his hasty manner had once again caused him more trouble than he wanted, but she was the only one who hadn't laughed at him when Geta took over the conversation again to spare his brother further shame… she was the only one who took him seriously.

Rising and ignoring the questioning look of Geta, Caracalla went over to her, who was about to refill the goblets, and was startled when he appeared next to her. ,,Don't be, it's me, my dear,” he said, chuckling as he held the almost-tipped-over carafe and put it back in place, took the took the tray from her and took over her task.

,,Concentrating is good…even if you scared me, my Emperor,” she spoke softly and seemed to relax a little, at least when she was with him, when they could both just relax without someone always wanting something from her.

Focusing on pouring, he saw out of the corner of his eye how she smiled at him, let her fingers glide over his skin, warmth meeting warmth, and she said calmly, ,,You may address me by my name,” and gave her a wink before he put the last cup back on the table, saw how flattered she was by this and how the two of them were just about to in a discussion when he saw Marcus get up and come over to them.

,,If you don't mind, my Emperor Caracalla, I would like my servant back" caracalla saw how her gaze took hold of the tray and she returned to Acacius' place with a slight bow. This time, however, the blonde would not admit defeat. He would demonstrate his own power in front of the greatest general and his brother.

,,I do mind, Acacius, very much, I am the emperor and I can do whatever I want and not even you can deny me her!,” he said loudly and tapped the gilded armor of the older man with his fingers, which at first seemed to confuse him, then annoyed him, and then puzzled him.

Before he pushed past Marcus and gave him a warning look, and went to her, ,,Come here,” he said, holding out his hand. His tone, however, was gentle.

His anger and She picked herself up from the floor and went over to Marcus, who probably gave her a look that made Caracalla follow her before she put down the tray and hastily took his hand, squeezing it, and he gave her a brief hug. He suddenly kissed her on the cheek and giggled nervously before pulling her with him to his seat.

The small throne was large enough for two and he sat down next to her.

,,My guest of honor!” he announced and held out his hand to her. He tried to make her as comfortable as possible when he finally heard her laugh and enjoy herself and she wrapped her arms around him.

,,Thank you… Caracalla,” she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she leaned lightly against him and the blonde put his arm around her and at his side the two of them could finally enjoy themselves together without anyone ruining it and the Colosseum was the amusement they would finally enjoy together for all time.

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@sweetpascal , @parvanovel , @mystickittytaco , @potatoesenpaii

[s-lverwing]

ok so angsty carcalla fic dropping tomorrow , as i have to edit and fix this bitch a bit

[tori111777]

FRIGHT AND FURY

Part 2

Parings: Caracalla x wife!reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Summary: You confront your husband, the emperor of Rome, of his sickness.

You leaned back in your chair. The bracelets on your arm clanging loudly as you moved, showing off your riches with just such noise.

Your husband was right in front of you, yet his mind miles away. It was always away when the people in the coliseum roared as they saw a persons eye get gutted out of his head. He would howl with them as well.

You did not care so much for this marriage was not out of love but Marcus. Dare not ever call him that, Caracalla has been different these past moons.

So there you were, starring intensely at your husband back trying to figure him out.

…

“More food, my lady?” A servant came up with a tray of grapes, all laid out neatly with additional touches of green that was obviously there for decoration purposes.

You didn’t say anything and put up your hand and shooed him away, you were occupied anyways as Caracalla finally sat back down next to you.

He smacked his chair and gave a chuckle, “did you see that?” “I did.” You said plainly, looking straight ahead. He frowned, “you don’t seem excited by that?” You turned your head to him finally, looking into his eyes. You tried to seem something there but there wasn’t.

“No, I have just seen better battles.”

He scooted back more into his chair, trying to get comfortable in his seat. “You’re right.” He agreed with you, “It has only just begun though, don’t fret my dear.”

Your eyes drew back to the sandy arena floor, dust flying up as people tried to dodge other attacks. The clink of metal on metal and the blood dowsing in the sun, it gave you no entertainment as it did to him. It happened so often, how are they not bored of it?

Your fingers absentmindedly tapped against the armrest, the cold clink of your bracelets and rings brought you back.

“You seem bored.” Caracalla frowned at you. You didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch between each other. Shifted in your seat, eyeing him once more, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes gleamed with a hunger you never quite understood.

“I suppose I am.” Playing with your rings as you let out a sigh. “Caracalla's gaze lingered on you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he gave a short laugh. "You always were different. I suppose as well.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You don't care for the blood, do you?"

Your head turned as well to meet him again. You two were very close now and his eyes flickered between your lips and eyes, the heat of his breath on your skin.

The crowd went up again and his brother, Geta started to shout ferociously, almost as if he was fighting them down there as well. The sound broke you two apart.

His smile didn’t falter as he straightened in his chair, but there was something in his gaze—something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand. "You don't like the blood," he repeated, quieter now, as if testing something. Noticing him slowly disappearing more and more into his mind.

"You know, it's not the blood," you replied, your voice low and deliberate, "It's what comes after it."

He definitely heard you but decided not to pay attention to you anymore and decided to lean against the railing watching the show below unfold.

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You did not see your husband, Caracalla until later that night, long after the sun had set and the games were done for the day. The moon shining bright and cooling everyone of the hot day in Rome.

Back in your chamber with the windows open. The wind blowing through your silk gown right in the moonlight’s direction. Looking out into the beautiful streets and hearing bells ring and children laughing. It was the only peaceful part of the day you would get.

Nor did you care when you heard footsteps enter into the room. "Are you still angry?" Caracalla voice was low, tinged with amusement, though you could tell he was testing the waters.

Your head tilted a bit and your eyes lingered on the marble floor. “I never was.” Keeping your voice quiet and steady. For a moment, he said nothing, only watching you. His usual presence was like a shadow, but tonight it felt like he wasn’t even there.

"You always do this," Caracalla’s voice broke the stillness, soft but tinged with something darker. He had moved closer now, though still keeping a careful distance, as if measuring the space between you both. "You retreat into silence like a stranger in your own home. You’ve always been so... aloof. Cold, even."

You wanted to scoff at him. To throw the vase on the table at him. You knew better than this though, you’ve played this game your whole life. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing your emotions. "I don’t retreat, Caracalla," you replied, your voice calm, though it held a trace of something sharper beneath it. “Something seems off with you these days, I fear.” You held your hands close to your chest for some comfort.

He breath became fast and he narrowed his eyebrows for a second. “Is this why you can’t look at me?” He raised his voice higher yet you did not flinch one bit.

“No.” You said.

He stepped closer to you to talk quietly yet anger was still in his body, it has always been there, a whisper in the night air. "Then what is it? What do you see when you look at me?"

You shifted slightly, the silk of your gown rippling with the motion, "I see a man who has everything, yet still wants more," you said softly, the words as sharp as the cold marble beneath your feet.

Caracalla paused, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, the silence between you both growing heavy. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might lash out, the fury in him barely contained. Yet, he remained still, his lips pressed tight together as he absorbed your words.

"You always were good with words," he muttered, you stood unmoving, your back to the open window, the cool night air sweeping through the room as the distant sounds of Rome's nightlife echoed faintly in the background. The weight of his gaze was palpable, as though it was trying to break through the carefully constructed walls you had built between you and him.

"What do you want, Caracalla?" You said those words very loudly. You weren’t afraid speaking out against him. “You are not yourself these days, you are restless in your sleep and crave blood more than ever…”

He looked down at the ground and almost began to shout. “It is my brother! He blames me for everything I’ve ever done!” His voice pleased and aching. You’ve seen him like this before, but never this serious. Yet, you don’t believe he’s telling the full truth, or at least he knows the full truth.

You drop your hands to your side and step close to him, your silhouette leaving the silver moonlight that touched you. You brush your hand into his hair and look at him, holding his head. Your rings felt cold against his skin but he did not mind it.

“You are the emperor.” You spoke softly, trying to calm him down. He had always been out there but you’ve always yet had a soft heart and it aches for him right now.

His eyes were stinging from holding back tears yet he did not shed any. He did not speak for he did not seem weak but he has a sickness of the mind and you knew it, Geta knew it, the senate knew it and damn that monkey probably knew it as well. You just kept denying it and he does not see it.

“It’s not enough. It will never be enough.” He whispered and turned his head to break away from your hands. Leaving the cold air to touch them again. Maybe you should’ve kept that window closed.

[russelcrow66666]

I don't like you at all

[trashmouth-richie]

how does geta react when carcalla begins to discuss needing an heir?

HSHXHWKSVZJWLWN, anonnn my god. your brain, let me kiss it. i will try to conduct a small little blurb from this later tonight!

[paulcarcallas]

How Did Paul Carcallas Redefine Leadership in Business

In the workplace, the idea of leadership is always changing. To stay effective, leaders need to adjust as markets, technology, and team dynamics develop. Paul Carcallas is one such figure who has redefined what it takes to be a leader. He has transformed leadership into a paradigm that places a premium on servant leadership, honesty, and teamwork because of his creative thinking and unshakable dedication to his principles.

The Journey to Leadership

The account of Paul Carcallas starts with modest beginnings. He learned the virtues of tenacity and hard work from his immigrant parents. He developed a strong feeling of responsibility and empathy throughout these early years, which ultimately served as the pillars of his leadership style. His journey to leadership involved encouraging others in addition to attaining personal accomplishment.

Paul Carcallas' development as a leader was greatly impacted by mentors like John C. Maxwell, Jim Dornan, and Robert Kiyosaki. These influential thinkers highlighted values that Carcallas has incorporated into his life and business, including servant leadership, financial literacy, and an entrepreneurial spirit.

Servant Leadership

Paul Carcallas' commitment to servant leadership is one of the main ways he interprets leadership. The needs of the team come first under servant leadership, in contrast to traditional leadership, which frequently emphasizes authority and power. According to Carcallas, a leader may foster an atmosphere that encourages creativity and productivity by giving people the resources they need to succeed.

He makes sure his team members are valued, actively listens to them, and encourages their development. In addition to creating confidence, this strategy promotes a climate of cooperation and respect for one another. People are encouraged to voice their opinions under his direction because they know they will be valued and heard.

The Role of Integrity in Business

A further basis of Paul Carcallas' leadership philosophy is integrity. Carcallas maintains a belief that honesty and transparency are non-negotiable in the fast-paced world of business, where it is sometimes tempting to take shortcuts and make concessions. His dedication to honesty has won him the respect of partners, clients, and employees.

Innovation and Vision

The ability of a leader to innovate and adapt is essential in the dynamic corporate environment of today. Paul Carcallas has proven to be highly skilled at spotting possibilities and transforming them into business success. He stays ahead of industry changes because of his forward-thinking approach, which also keeps him focused on adding value for his clients and team.

Collaboration as a Driving Force

Paul Carcallas' leadership style is centered on teamwork. He thinks that when various points of view collaborate, the best solutions are produced. He establishes a climate where everyone believes they have a part to play in accomplishing common objectives by encouraging a culture of collaboration.

Paul Carcallas is aware of the value of teamwork, whether he is collaborating with his team or with other enterprises. His effectiveness as a leader has been largely attributed to his capacity to forge close bonds with others and bring them together around a shared goal.

Lessons for Aspiring Leaders

The life of Paul Carcallas teaches future leaders important lessons. Fundamentally, leadership is about service more than power. Putting others' demands ahead of your own may make your team stronger and more committed.

Finally, innovation and collaboration are essential for navigating the challenges of modern business. By staying adaptable and open to new ideas, leaders can turn obstacles into opportunities for growth.

Conclusion

Paul Carcallas transformed leadership by fusing vision, empathy, and integrity into an effective foundation for achievement. His emphasis on teamwork and servant leadership has raised the bar for how leaders can motivate and inspire their groups.

The concepts Paul Carcallas represented will never go out of style as companies continue to develop. His account serves as a reminder that genuine leadership involves more than simply achieving one's own goals; it also entails having a significant influence on others. Leaders who emulate him are sure to make a lasting impact both inside and outside of their companies.

[joe-moi]

I knew i wasn't crazy!!! I read somewhere too that someone else was casted to play caracalla (not barry) and then jq replaced him. I remember that i checked their imdb page because i didn't recoginze the name. This happened in spring so i tried to look who was originally casted for carcalla but couldn't find anything.

I remember someone swedish(?) being attached but I don’t remember the name at all. And then he just disappeared