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[eclipseiz]

The Gladiator 18+

pairing- hanno/lucius x fem! oc 1310 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, fingering

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Sabina Acacius was a strong willed woman that always made sure to get what she wanted. When she saw ‘Hanno’, as they called him in the colosseum she immediately knew she would seek him out when the time was up in the emperor's section.

After the gladiator had beheaded the contestant Geta and Caracalla had chosen she got up from her seat, “Emperors, An entertaining game as usual. I bid you a good night. I must retire to my room for some needed rest.”

Geta only waved the girl off, more focused on relishing in the applause from the people of Rome, making the girl roll her eyes before catching the General's glare in warning, “Father. Lucilla” she nodded, “I will see you back at home."

Sabina didn't waste a moment to rush out of the colosseum and down the busy streets of Rome towards the Gladiators holding cells. When she arrived at the entrance she pulled her hood up and maneuvered around the training fighters to the back corner where Ravi had Hanno sitting to be stitched.

“Quite a deep cut.” she commented, giving Ravi a kind smile.

“M’lady it's been too long.” he smiled back before focusing back on the task at hand. Hanno watched their interaction in silence observing the girl he saw in the emperor's box, sitting next to the man he vowed to kill and his mother.

Sabina pulled her hood down and sat on the bench in front of the men, “You put up a great fight Gladiator. I wanted to come down and greet you personally. You impressed the Emperors.”

“That carries no importance to me.” Hanno grunted out moving his eyes to the wound Ravi prodded with. “Now what's the real reason you're down here. Certainly not to talk of my achievement.”

Sabina smirked at his sass and crossed her legs, “Perhaps it is, you've intrigued me.” 

Hanno furrowed his brow, “This isn't a safe place for a lady of your status.” he said plainly, taking a drag of the mixture Ravi gave to him.

Ravi pointed at a rag that sat next to Sabina to which she handed it to him, leaning in more towards Hanno. “I saw the sour looks you threw towards my father. What's the reason for such emotions?” she asked curiously.

A dark look passed over the gladiator's face, “That would be business between the General and I.”

Sabina hummed while Ravi backed up, “You're stitched up Hanno. I suggest you take a bath, you stink of filth.” he chuckled and patted him on the back. “Nice to see you Sabina.” he bid them a goodbye.

Hanno stood as did Sabina, “I'll escort you to the tub.” she smiled at the aggravated look that washed over him. The pair walked side by side in silence before stepping into the large room with the large tub of hot water in the middle. “Well I shall leave you to rid yourself of the remnants from tonight's game.”

“Wont stay to question me anymore?” he raised an eyebrow while unclipping his armor.

Sabina watched as he undressed cheeks heating up, “Not while you are without clothes, no.” she said perplexed and turned her back, “ You'd like to answer my curiosity?” Once she heard the water splashing she turned back to see Hanno sat in the steaming water, head leaned neck with his eyes shut.

“Nothing with the General.” he said before opening his eyes and moving his gaze to hers.

Sabina moved in closer, slipping her sandals off and hiking her dress up. She sat down next to him and dipped her legs into the water. “What were you before all of this?” she watched the bruised man let a sigh out.

“A farmer.” he answered plainly. 

She hummed, “Does any family wait for you?”.

Hanno tensed, “My wife was my family. She was killed when your people invaded.”

The girl nodded, “Rome is in a dark time, not even the citizens feel safe.”

“And do you?” he questioned looking at her.

Sabina pondered, “I worry for the innocent Romans who will be caught in the crossfire when the twins' leadership fails.” Hanno chose not to answer and began to wash his arms, careful of the wounds his body had received before standing.

Sabina looked away at the man's naked form, “You can look. You say I intrigued you and it cannot be my soul in which that did.” he looked down at her.

She cautiously turned back and looked at his face before her eyes moved down to his muscular chest littered with scars, cuts, and bruises. She stood and moved in front of him reaching out and traced a jagged white line that sat on his right pec. Hanno said nothing and instead looked at her features and the way her eyebrows furrowed with every wound she felt.

Sabina’s eyes lingered on his abs before moving down to his half hard cock between them. She had been with one man before and he had been nowhere close to the size Hanno was, “I should return to my chambers.” yet she made no move to leave.

“Perhaps.” he whispered moving his hands to her waist

Sabina didn't waste a moment before crashing her lips into his chapped ones, hands moving to his shoulders and around his neck. His hands gripped her harder, lifting her up with ease and setting her up onto the counter behind her. Hanno stood between her open legs exploring her mouth with his tongue, driven with frustration and desperation.

He gripped the bottom of her dress and tapped her hips in order for her to lift them so he could punch her dress to her waist. “Are you sure you want this Sabina?” he asked breathlessly. Although he hated the girls father he had to admit something about the girl made him addicted

“I've wanted this since I saw you in the games, please Hanno.” and with that he returned to her lips and brushed his fingers agaisnt her soaking pussy. She moaned into his mouth and gripped the hair at the nape of his neck.

Pushing one finger into her he circled her clit with his thumb. Relishing in the way she tightened her walls. “Feel how wet I make your cunt?” He whispered between her swollen lips.

Sabina whimpered, “Please-more Hanno, please give me more.” she moaned out

He pushed another finger in and curled them up in her g-spot and sped his pace on her clit bringing her to the cusp of an orgasm before pulling away leaving the girl a gasping mess, “No-why?” said asked

Hanno gripped the base of his cock and lined it up to her entrance before leaning down to her forehead, “When I get you to cum I want it to be around my cock.” he said before pushing up into her all the way to the hilt. Sabina moaned, gripping his back, adding more cuts with her nails, “You're taking me so well my beautiful girl.” he gritted out while thrusting into her at a fast pace.

“Cum with me, my gladiator.” Sabina gasped out.

Hanno worked his hips into her, tip hitting her cervix, “Let go.” he commanded and that all she needed to hear before an orgasm washed over her, Hanno followed burying his hips deep into hers.

The pair caught their breath before separating, Sabina pulling her dress down and feeling a mixture of their cum leaking out of her while Hanno pulled a uniform over his head. 

“I shall see you at the colosseum in coming days.” She combed her hair out and moved towards the exit but he caught her wrist and pulled her back to him.

“I ask of you to pay me a visit after the game, that is if I survive.” he smirked

Sabina smiled and nodded, “If that is what you want my gladiator.”

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Part Two

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[angelseraphines]

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[mqrrstarr]

Gladiator Headcanons! (1/?)

How the Characters would act if you: Had A Cold!

Character x GN! Reader

Warnings: s3x implied

Characters Featured: Maximus, Lucilla, Commodus, Acacius, Caracalla, Geta, Lucius, Macrinus (edited: I never actually wrote anything for him but I did now)

A/N: First Tumblr post in a while, and I'm actually writing things too! This is the first time I've written elaborate headcanons, so please forgive if they seem a little off. I apologize for any historical/character innacuracies, and I hope to get better!! xoxo -mqrrstarr

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Maximus would immediately notice something is off. You kept complaining about a headache that didn’t seem to stop, and your temperature was high. 

“Darling, I don’t think you should fight today…”

You could only cough in response, and the guards wouldn’t let you rest. As the day’s challenge was fighting in pairs, he rapidly volunteered to fight with you. Maximus protected you from the other gladiators, and killed them as fast as you could sneeze. By the end of the day, Maximus gave you his blanket and other amenities, ushering you to a more comfier cell. (He had placed a bet with another gladiator.)

“There darling, rest up nice and easy.”

I can also see Maximus getting the other gladiators to create a soup/stew sort of mixture. Not good. But he’s very fatherly, if you can get that?

- - - - - - - -

Lucilla knows everything. After taking care of Lucius as a child, she can rapidly tell when you’re not feeling well.

“Sweetie? Do you feel alright?”

She’d do the mom thing, put her hand on your forehead and try to figure out what was wrong with you. Your head was practically boiling, so she’d get her servants to make tea, lay you in her triclinium and keep you company.

“The servants will prove useful sweetie. You’re a strong warrior, so keep hanging on.”

She’d hum a lullaby, read poetry (the same she’d read to Lucius) and tell stories until you fell asleep. 

- - - - - - - -

Commodus was rarely comforted growing up, so he knew how to handle sickness easily. Growing up semi-independent, he knew homemade tricks and tips to feel better.

“Y/N, are you not feeling well? Just get some herbs and drink an elixir. You’ll be fine.”

He realizes that he sounds a bit harsh, and reminds himself that he never wants to treat you how he was treated; with solitude and no gratitude. Commodus gets you all the snacks and food you want, and even hugs you for as long as you want. 

When you question him after it’s been a whole afternoon of him on your chest, he simply says,

“Y/N, do not question the Emperor. I wish to lay with you, and I do not fear sickness. The Gods can protect one of their own.”

He keeps hugging you and falls asleep, and the next day you’re both coughing and sneezing. 

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Acacius has been through so many battles and massacres, yet he’s never truly encountered a cold. The soldiers that cough, are usually dead. Coughing up their own blood, that is. He really doesn’t know how to help you properly, but he’ll try his best.

“Angel, can you tell me what’s wrong? I’m not really sure what to do. Should I get a doctor? Are you feeling a certain way?”

and as he says this, Acacius would use his hands to caress yours, and treat you even more like a princess/prince. He’d lay you in his own bed, and give you massages until you’d feel better. He’d also do a little more if you’d want. Iykyk. You’d fall asleep quickly, and you’d wake up to Acacius either next to you, or on a chair by the bedside and he’d be all sprawled out. His soldier senses would wake him up though.

“Angel? Angel? You’re all right now, that’s wonderful. My lovely Venus, you’re all healed.”

And his words, he would seal with a forehead kiss. GOD HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART I NEED PEDRO PASCAL

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Caracalla had his own sickness, the one of syphilis. His wild mentality usually was what kept him going, and the love of ruling over Rome. Yet the Emperor cared for his significant other, and refused to let anyone else; even his closest servants touch you.

“My Wife/Husband, the most holiest of them all, I shall take care of you. Please tell me what your most vivid desires are? Allow me to assist you.”

He’s such a sweetheart, and he’d definitely tell you so many stories of him and Geta in their childhood, Roman mythology, and anything to keep you entertained. As he also has mommy and daddy issues, he also do a Commodus-esque move and lay on your chest and probably fall asleep first haha. When the both of you awake, he'd hear your stomach rumble.

“You’re hungry? Well then I shall feed you. Anything for you my love.”

He’d keep you filled with food and him to help your weak state. (CARACALLA COME HOME THE KIDS AND I MISS YOU)

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Geta was always stressed.  Getting much more to do as Emperor, as Caracalla had his own “duties” to fulfill. When you started coughing and sneezing as you strolled in the palace garden, he’d send the servants away to prepare a room where you could quarantine. As much as he loved you, he’d refuse to get sick. (Rome needs a healthy representation.) So you’d be alone the first few days with the occasional knock on the door. When you seemed less sick than before, he’d spend all the time with you.

“My love? I’m here for you. The Gods have finally allotted time for our get together. It will be only the finest in Rome for the night; us.”

He’d definitely turn the situation into a fun (fucking) night and then the days after that would be a cycle of laying together, fine dining meals, and caressing. (your bodies, of course.) When he has to return to his Emperor duties, he’ll leave with a long romantic and passionate kiss, one that made your entire body warm.

“Won’t be long. I’ll be back in the night.”

(if you couldn't tell i love the idea of geta as needy all the time)

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Lucius knew what it was like to feel sick and tired constantly, so he took care of you. Like a shepherd tending to his favorite sheep. Both of you grand warriors and gladiators, so there was no time to feel bad. He reassured you he could fight without you, and vowed to come back every time.

“Dearest, I promise to return safely. I couldn’t leave my soul with you, it has to be me truly here always. I vow on our love to fight for freedom and the peace of Rome. I will also fight for you.”

You trusted Lucius, (WHO WOULDN’T WITH THOSE BLUE EYES) and he is a man of his word. Day after day, you slowly healed and was able to rejoin Lucius and the others again.

“See? I knew you’d heal. The Gods give power to those who are great. And you are great.”

You fought as usual, but he’d still protect you a little more to ensure you were actually okay. 

- - - - - - - -

Macrinus would see you and get together some gladiators in your presence, hoping they would entertain you and help you ignore the pain.

“Sickness is nothing but temporary Y/N. You can and have the power to move on.”

You’d take his advice and eventually keep doing your work as his assistant, and he’d make sure you were well taken care of.

“Y/N? A true warrior does not dawdle. Good job keeping up with your tasks.”

Surprisingly, you were able to keep up with work and healed faster than expected. (THERE I WROTE FOR MACRINUS)

[softpascalito]

Dulcissima I Marcus Acacius x Vestal!Reader I Chapter VI

! This Fic contains major spoilers for Gladiator II ! Proceed with caution !

Spoiler-Free Summary: Set before and during Gladiator II. General Acacius finds himself entranced by a highly valued priestess of Rome – A Vestal Virgin. Both have taken vows that make sure their paths may never cross. Until they do.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Vestal Virgin Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 15k+ Tags: Secret Relationship, Vestal Virgins, Religious Guilt, Gladiator fights, Gladiator II compliant (more or less), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Ancient Rome, Age Difference, Slow Burn (ish), Injury, Kissing, Historical Inaccuracy, (Attempted) Sexual Harassment, More tags to be added

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notes: ! last major spoiler warning for gladiator II below the cut !

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Chapter VI

He enjoyed watching the fights in the colosseum as a young man. After his first time on the battlefield, led by Maximus, the enjoyment stopped. Then, Commodus fell. And the games started representing everything Acacius was learning to spite. The aimless spilling of blood. The commands given by the twin emperors that have no purpose other than their entertainment, than building their selfish legacy.

But he has to attend. Has to sit and watch gladiators kill each other when he can still so vividly remember the way Maximus fell to his knees in the same spot.

And her face. He remembers Lucilla's face clear as if it was yesterday, tears streaking down her cheeks as she tried to hold her sobs in her throat, her hand clutched tightly around the small one of her son. Acacius led them out of the Colosseum and to supposed safety, straight to the house that he had spent hours in front of, guarding the Commander and his family with his life. He was there when Lucilla scrambled to gather Lucius’s things, gave the boy his own horse to travel on.

He even knelt down and spoke to the boy when his mother couldn’t, still too shaken.

“You must be strong. To survive is your duty now. It is time to retreat and return another day.”

The thought makes Lucilla's face swim in front of his eyes again. Her tears and sobs, for so many nights after she sent her son away and on so many nights still. He never returned. Every time Acacius traveled to the south, he hoped to find him somewhere, to be able to bring him back. But the boy vanished.

His cloak gently moves around him as he steps off the carriage, waving his driver away. Acacius turns to his right, ascending the steps that lead directly to the cubiculum, to the most honored seats in the Colosseum. He makes polite conversation with the other guests, kisses the hands of Geta and Caracalla with his face set like stone when they arrive under applause from the crowd. Then, he steps towards the very side of the box-shaped area, taking his seat. His eyes flicker to his left, taking in the lowest of the benches that run all around the arena. The podium, the area reserved for senators and priests–and vestals.

His gaze finds you immediately. Perched on the lowest of the stone benches, hands folded in your lap as you take in your surroundings.

Acacius' eyes briefly fly back to the Emperors in front of him, to Macrinus off to the other side of the cubiculum. None of them seem to be paying him any attention. So he allows himself to turn his head again.

This time, he finds you staring up at him. There is an uncertainty in your gaze, one so delicate that he wishes he could climb the decorated stone wall separating the areas and wipe any trace of insecurity off your face.

It is not the only imagination his mind surrects that includes your face.

He sends a quick nod your way before shifting in his seat, adjusting the linen below his white and gold armour. The crowd beginning to cheer as the first gladiator steps into the arena is, for once, a welcome distraction.

His attention keeps wandering, though. He allows himself small glances every so often, pretending to look at the crowd or the sky when the only thing he truly wants to look at is you.

There are many women dressed much less modestly, even during winter. Whores, trying to find their way into a rich man's bed, to stay warm and comfortable. He cannot deny they are nice to look at and yet–there is something different about the way your white stola falls around your body, never quite allowing him to discover your shape below it. Maybe it is precisely that mystery that entrances him. You are forbidden. To him, to any man of Rome. Even an Emperor couldn't have you.

Acacius claps with the rest of the crowd as one of the gladiators is brought to the ground, Geta barely giving enough time for the people to yell their judgement as he raises his hand into the air and shows his lowered thumb to the arena.

“No mercy!” His voice rings out, his body shaking with anticipation as he watches the scene below unfold.

The General turns his head just enough to glance over at you and sees your hands folded in your lap again, though this time more pressing. You seem unbothered by a few senators to your left jumping to their feet to get a better look, instead bowing your head ever so slightly to whisper words under your breath. Words that, Acacius realizes quietly, must be a prayer.

He has a sudden urge to envelope you in his cloak, to lead you away from all this violence and blood. You are too pure for it. Too good. Even if you met in another lifetime, he would be too harsh for your gentleness. Anyone would be.

“Acacius, please, join us for the meal,” Macrinus slaps his back gently, giving him his signature wide smile as they descend the stairs after the games. “The Emperors would be delighted to have you, discuss your next assignment–”

“War should never be discussed where too much wine is served,” Acacius gives a firm and polite smile.

“Oh, nonsense! Allow me–Caracalla!” He turns, attempting to wave the younger of the Emperors over to them. Acacius takes a sharp breath, wishing he could just step into the mingling crowd and disappear in it.

“I was planning to–” He begins, still racking his brain for an excuse worthy of turning down an invitation to dine with the twins and a dozen other politicians he does not care for. He doesn't expect the excuse to magically appear at his side. But it does.

“I asked General Acacius to escort me home.”

You stand politely next to Macrinus, who slowly turns, his gaze briefly flickering over you. The headdress immediately lets him understand he is talking to one of the highest priestesses of Rome, a woman whose safety is most essential to all. A kind smile decorates your face, though it is not quite the same one you gave Acacius in the gardens mere days ago. “My guard fell ill and I do not wish to walk the dark streets by myself.”

“I see–” The man's eyes fly between you and the General for a few moments that feel thick with tension and Acacius shifts slightly.

“I will see her home safely and retire to my quarters after. But please, give the Emperors my best once again. I will ask for them to receive me in the morning to discuss the plans.”

“Very well.” Macrinus gives another beaming smile, adjusting the cloth draped over his arm and begins to walk away. Acacius sees your form caving in slightly as you watch him turn a corner, a small breath leaving your throat.

“My lady,” he nods toward the open door leading onto the street. You blink in confusion, wide eyes focused on him.

“What?”

“You asked to be escorted home. I will gladly oblige,” he muses quietly. “Or are there more plans you failed to communicate to me?”

You shake your head and he can see the insecurity in your face. “I did not mean to keep you from–I thought you may not want–”

Acacius can't help but smile and nod. “Like I said. Quite observant. I did not wish to go. I thank you for providing me with an acceptable reason not to.”

“You will have to walk me back to the House of the Vestals though–”

“I do not mind it,” Acacius hums quietly as he begins to walk with you. It is as close as he will get to allowing himself to admit that the thought of walking you home, walking you to the shops, walking you through the gardens, is one that fills him with a deep satisfaction.

The large crowds are streaming into other directions, only few heading toward the Forum,  but Acacius still remains vigilant of the people around you, a few of them whispering when they spot the Vestal among them. It is not unlike their reaction to him and he suddenly longs to ask you if this is what you meant when you told him that you do not mind the veil but the Separation.

A life so far away from the people of Rome, serving Vesta in a temple in the middle of the city, tending to the hearth of the Roman Empire–and yet, always doing it alone.

He watches as the carriage carrying the Emperors, and no doubt Macrinus and other guests, rolls past in the distance. Instead of following them down the main road, he leads you down Via Sacra until you reach the Arc towering above you. You make to pass through it when Acacius shakes his head. “Allow me.”

You follow quietly as he makes a left, leading both of you onto a much smaller and more narrow street that climbs up the beginnings of Palatine Hill.

“Where are we going?” You adjust your stola, wrapping it tightly around yourself against the cold.

“Just a small detour. I promise I will have you home in no time, priestess.”

***

You can’t remember this road. Your service rarely leads you to varying places. It is always the same. The temple. The house. The spring. The potter. Occasionally, visits to shops or houses of Senators.

But you have not forgotten the garden. Walking with Acacius has been on repeat in your mind since he invited you through his gate. Even in the arena, you felt your gaze drawn to him. And the empty seat beside him. You understand why Lucilla does not enjoy being in the Colosseum, why she is such a rare guest to the Cubiculum. And yet, seeing the General attending the games by himself sent some sort of feeling through your body.

The road has turned into what more resembles a path, the sides lined by stone walls and greenery, no doubt belonging to the houses of even more very important people that are allowed to reside on Palatine Hill.

And then, the path suddenly opens up.

A small clearing among the trees and fields, a garden tucked away at the eastern edge of the hill. You wonder if these are hidden all over the city, how you have never noticed them before. And above all, how Acacius knows all of them.

The sun is setting behind you, shining over the trees to bathe the buildings in front of you into a soft, orange light, the colosseum towering in the middle like the flame in Vestas temple.

“This is beautiful,” you whisper, stepping toward the edge and immediately, you feel the shadow of Acacius’s hands around your waist. Ready to catch you. To keep you from falling.

“Careful now,” he hums quietly and you take a step back, surprising him enough that he doesn't draw back in time. His hands land on your hips and you can feel his muscles tense, standing still. Allowing you to move away if you wish to. You don't.

“You seemed to enjoy being high up,” he mutters under his breath, his hands squeezing ever so gently.

“I do,” you whisper back, your eyes leaving his and instead falling onto his slightly parted lips. Somehow, he is all around you. The city below you disappears, with all its columns and people and rules. There is only the last greeting of the sun reflecting in his hair, gold framing his face like he is made of colors on a canvas. “I like it a lot.”

You reach for his armor, resting your hand against the rich chestplate, your fingertips smoothing over the wings of the griffins that decorate it. The body of a lion, the wings of an eagle. Your touch is so delicate as if it is his skin you are touching and you feel your knees quiver at the mere thought that your hand is inches from his chest below.

A short tremble flashes through his body and you think you can feel his restraint, the battle he is fighting with himself. Because you are a soldier in the same war. Until his face softens as in defeat, like he is waving his white flag and surrendering to an invisible enemy.

When he bows down, his hands still on your waist, you are already waiting. You feel yourself overcome with emotion, realizing that you have been waiting for him longer than you’ve known him. And when you feel his lips touch yours, every last thought is driven from your mind. His beard scratches your cheek but his lips are soft, so soft. You press yourself into him, wanting to be impossibly close. If you could crawl inside his armour, you are certain you would.

“General–” You pant when you break apart just enough to breathe. He shakes his head, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.

“Acacius,” he corrects quietly.

“Acacius–” you begin but he barely lets you speak his name before he kisses you again, more eagerly now, one hand leaving your waist to cup your face instead. You let out a noise that you have never heard from your own lips, attempting to lean into the kiss and his palm at the same time. You cannot fathom how anyone can choose the colosseum to get their blood rushing when they could just kiss instead. None of the games you have seen can match the way your heart jumps at Acacius’s touch.

He allows a few more seconds before he pulls back, a gentle smile on his lips. His thumb carefully strokes your cheek, sending a comfortable warmth through your body.

“Are you alright?” He whispers, his brown eyes filled with worry and kindness. “I did not–force myself on you?”

The idea is so absurd you almost laugh. “No.” You swallow a bit as you feel yourself sobering up, though his body still pressed against yours is not allowing you to do so fully. "No one can know.”

“No. No one can know,” Acacius mumbles back. You know you should be terrified. Your vows forbid even the most innocent touches. A Vestal is not let go for breaking her vows. She is sent before the gods. None ever come back.

But there is a silent understanding between you. One that, you quietly realize, goes back much further than tonight, maybe even further than the walk in his garden. And still, a nagging feeling in your chest makes your voice tremble as you speak. “Your wife cannot know.”

Acacius pauses at that and for a brief moment, you think you have offended him, called him out on something he does not like to admit. Then, he smiles sadly and shakes his head. “I will not tell her. But she would not mind it.” At your startled expression, he continues. “Lucilla and I go back many years. We were lovers once. We aren’t anymore.”

“But she is your wife-” You press out, because you don't know what else to say at this revelation that, even with your supposed great skill of reading people, you did not see coming.

“She is. Because I wish for her to be safe.” Acacius sighs, his gaze briefly flying over to the Colosseum that is now shrouded in darkness. “I conquer cities. I do not wish to do the same to women.”

You look down at your hand still splayed across Acacius’s chestplate and suddenly feel tears gathering in your eyes. Because you're happy and confused and you wish that you'd been made a wife rather than a vestal, that you could lay with Acacius at night rather than laying alone.

“Please don’t cry.” Acacius nudges your chin softly, making you look up at him. “Dulcissima.”

The name falls so easily from his lips. Dulcissima. The sweetest. You smile sadly. And you feel a plan stirring inside of you.

“Bona Dea is not far away now,” you say quietly. “Men will be in their houses and women will be–”

“Celebrating.” Acacius finishes for you. “What are you saying?”

“Meet me,” you practically plead and you almost feel like you're at the temple, falling to your knees and praying. “Meet me on Bona Dea. Next to Mars.”

He nods and you pull him in again, trembling as you steal another kiss. You feel his arms wrap around you, holding you close. You can hear the people on the streets below, vendors shouting and dogs barking. None of them seem to matter the way they did mere minutes ago.

You stay intertwined for as long as you dare as darkness falls. Your head rests against his chest when eventually, you feel Acacius pressing a kiss into your hair. He stills for a moment, taking a deep breath, allowing your scent to fill his nostrils. Then, he steps back.

“Let me walk you home, Dulcissima.”

notes: thank you for reading. this is the first time we've seen what acacius thinks of all this, do y'all like the switch or would you prefer the vestals perspective? see you soon!

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My dividers are from: @cafekitsune

"Of Sand & Blood"

1, 2, wip

Summary: Former Gladiator, Emperor Lucius, takes his rightful property-- the wife of his conquered enemy.

Warnings/Contains:  fem character, slow burn, f4m, smut, unprotected sex, spit as lube, cock warming, public hum!l!, h@nd jobs, no proofreading, etc

"Gilded Charm"

One shot: 1

Summary: You, part of a family of visiting royalty, decide to sneak into the jails beneath the colosseum. There, you meet a charming young man, Lucius.

Warnings/Contains: f4m•semi public s3x•dirty talk •mild choking•edging•love bites•pinning •size kink• cock warming• male dominant, etc

"The Grapevine"

1, 2 , wip

Summary: You are the daughter of General Marcus Acacius. After an argument with your parents, you find yourself alone in your garden with an arrogant, and peculiar stranger, Emperor Geta.

Warnings/contains: dom fem, f4m, teasing, pinning, size kink, smut, not proof read

"Nightfall"

One Shot: 1

Summary: You are the Empress of Rome in a mundane marriage to Emperor Geta. After a military banquet, you find yourself in the bedroom of his subordinate, Marcus Acacius.

Warnings/Contains: fem reader, smut, teasing, pinning, [slight] dirty talk, unprotected sex, cheating, deny orgm, not proof read,

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hi Mare! \(*´ ˘ `*) 🌸 I hope you've been well 💞✨

It's been a while but I've got some more fic recommendations to add to your masterlist if you're still taking them :)

(also could I be added to your tag list pleaseee🫶)

★ COMPLETED SERIES ★

• Wingman (Eddie x reader) - by @hellfirenacht

• Ravenloft (Eddie x reader) - by @cambria-writes

• The Store Manager Verse (Eddie x reader) - by @jo-harrington

• The Do's & Don'ts of Fake Dating (Eddie x Reader) - by @joequiinn

• The Hat Shop Girl (Ralph Penbury x reader) - by @rehfan

• Busy Streets & Busy Lives (Ralph Penbury x reader) - by quinnkeerys / piastrinorris

☆ CURRENTLY ONGOING SERIES ☆

• Almost, Always (J.Q x reader series) - by @icallhimjoey

• Violent Hearts (Emperor Geta x reader series) - by @lonelysatellites

• "Evil Woman, Don't Play Your Games With Me" AKA Eddieverse series (Eddie Munson x reader AKA Evil Woman <3) + Michael Hoard x reader series - by @wheels-of-despair

• Impossible to Hate you (Eddie x reader series) - by @rip-quizilla

• The Customer's Always Right (Eddie x reader series) - by @lovebugism

• Anomaly (Eddie x reader series) - by @hellfirenacht

• Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Eddie x reader two-shot) - by @lovebugism

• Don't Stand So Close To Me (Eddie x reader series) - @word-wytch

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Hello. lovely! First of all, I just want to thank you for linking all the fics as I know that must have taken a long time! And thank you for your submissions, they have been added to the list!

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Updates on my CaraGeta fics ♡

In chains, entombed

The empire may fall, but the brothers' entangled fates are sealed by the ties of blood, love and ambition.

The promise of Concordiae

In a world where loyalty is as fleeting as empire itself, can a mutual promise survive the darkness that threatens to consume Rome's emperors?

The Bad Seeds (+18)

Caracalla watched him with a mix of defiance and amusement, his lips still painted in the faint carmine hue that rendered him ethereal, a mocking deity from some forgotten shrine. “So then, what do you wait for? A command? A plea? Or must I beg you like a maiden on her wedding night?”

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OPEN ARMS: escaping Hawkins was impossible, but he did it. when a ghost from your past shows up unexpectedly, bringing with him old memories and holding up a mirror to the train wreck life you’re living… you find it hard to trust him again.

*new* HIDE + SCREAM : Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

LILITH : a series of blurbs about crazy!reader x crazy!eddie.

LIE TO ME: lovesick! Eddie *new!*

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TWINFLAMES : (ongoing) Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader —the annngst, the smut, NO VECNA, it’s gonna be a ride (15/??) (on permanent hiatus)

HONEY, I’M HOME desperate for a roommate, you place an ad in the paper. Eddie x Fem!Reader (enemies to lovers, menace!Eddie )

DO YOU LIKE THE WAY THE WATER TASTES? a day at the pool with your best friend, his gf, and his best friend Eddie— who has a crush on you.

HEATED taking the back roads to Indianapolis was Eddie’s idea. the day trip there was Steve’s. But when Wayne’s borrowed truck grinds to a halt on the hottest day in September, the tension and the boys’ tempers aren’t the only thing to rise.

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FORTY THREE BELOW *new* blizzard au, reader is fighting a cold

COBBLER *new* blizzard storm with a crabby eddie

TWELVE HOURS *new* smutty 12 hours of bf! eddie worshipping you until christmas

DIFFERENCES *new* a blurb about the way Steve & Eddie fuck you

IT’S 3 AM *new!* [early early morning smut with Eddie]

LEAVE ME IN THE DARK *new* [eddie angst: before & after s4]

CONFESSION *new!* [smut] eddie x fem!reader

LANDLORD! MEAN! OLDER!EDDIE [smut]

SOMEONE LIKE YOU [steddie angst]

LETTING SOMEONE GO *new!* [angst]

RUN

HELLFIRE THANKSGIVING [smut]

BAD DATE CHRONICLES

PREP SCHOOL [smut]

WANTING YOU

AT THIS MOMENT, YOU MEAN EVERYTHING steve x reader smut

more fics under the cut

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WE’RE THE LAST IN LINE [on Hiatus]

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TEASING

CHOKE ME, BITE ME

QUEEN OF THE DAMNED eddie x fem!reader { corruption kink }

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VALENTINE’S [fluff]

LITTLE MUNSON [fluff]

UNO

ICE ICE BABY

WHEELS ON THE BUS

KITCHEN SEX steve x fem!reader

DESSERT

FERAL + BREAD

GLASSES + LIGHTS

BEST FRIENDS

BILLY X EDDIE X YOU

ROOF SEX : Eddie x Fem! Reader

LET’S NOT KEEP SCORE *new* coach! steve x fem reader

[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.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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.”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

part 3?

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[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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Hi!! ‘Tis the season! Can I request how Geta and Caracalla (separate please) celebrates Christmas (or really Saturnalia) with you? Any gifts of special moments they’d strive to create? I know they throw one hell of anChristmas party- Tysm !!

A/N: YIPPIE! MY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU DEAR PERSON!! I’m going to write for my glorious emperor Caracalla bc he’s my precious angel and he’s such a cutie in my eyes who deserves all the love he can get. Will post a Geta version after!! - xoxo mqrrstarr

Christmas With The Emperor (1/2)

Emperor Caracalla x GN! Reader

how Caracalla would celebrate the holidays (Saturnalia / Christmas) with you!

Warnings: not edited, and it’s like half headcanons and half story, also I wrote about it Saturnalia first and then Christmas!!

GO READ GETA’S VERSION!!

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Caracalla enjoyed spending time with you.

His cherished partner, the one who vowed to love forever. The holidays had come around in Rome, and Saturnalia was all the rage. Outside the palace and in the streets were lines of vendors, performers, and even cooks who were eager to feed the public. Caracalla always took comfort in this period of celebration, and as a devotee to Saturn.

“Darling, are you ready to leave yet? I don’t want to miss any of the activities!”

The man was giddy with excitement, and eager to see you in newly made red, purple and golden clothes, the traditional Saturnalia colors. You nodded and the both of you took off in Caracalla’s chariot with two guards along.

The wheels on the dirt roads guided you to where the main festivities took place, the sacrifices of young pigs to Saturn. Caracalla took your hand as you were his, and smiled as the public bowed down to the both of you.

“See? They bow to the most elite of Rome.”

He kissed you before providing his own sacrifice, a young pig provided by Geta. (Caracalla couldn’t bear the thought of killing his own pig, so hence Geta supplied it.)

Soon after, you left to go to the markets. You noticed how happy Caracalla was, his pale cheeks all rosy and his smile as giddy as a child in a candy store. It was good for him to feel this way. Signs of respect and gifts were thrown your way, and Caracalla eagerly accepted each and every one. You hesitated a little bit, as you did want to financially compensate the merchants.

“I suppose I must, Lord Saturn might ruin the Empire’s farming and harvest. Thank you for telling me.”

He’d give sacks of money to his guards to give the merchants, as he’d want to get home. Caracalla had spent time running around in the road and then wanted nothing but to eat and spend time with you.

“Darling. This was fun. Didn’t I tell you?”

He smiled.

“I’m eternally grateful to the Gods that they gifted me you, and that I live to witness our rule and life until the day it is over.”

He’s absolutely adorable and falls asleep in your arms. A few days later, it’s time for Christmas. The whole month of December was been exhausting. You’ve been busy helping Macrinus choose new gladiators, been meeting with the senate and Geta to figure out tax issues, and studying. On the other hand, Caracalla’s just been doing whatever Caracalla does.

Yet, Caracalla takes the time behind your back to get you the most lavish gifts ever. New robes, a shiny new pair of sandals, golden jewelry, and most importantly; himself.

You’d wake up after him, (which is surprising, as he usually wakes up after you) and he’d been sitting with the gifts under his tree.

(help I don’t think this is time period accurate but whatever)

“Surprise!! All the luxuries you wanted are here! Merry Christmas!”

He’d grab your hand and twirl you around, dancing in the room and kissing.

“I couldn’t ever imagine life without you.”

He paused for a second, clearly trying not to burst into tears. You caressed his face, as he looks up at you in this state and says,

“I love you. I know I am not worthy of your affection, yet you still give it. I thank you.”

You smile and reassure him that isn’t true. You take this chance to pull out your own secret gift for Caracalla and gift it to him. It’s a copy of his favorite childhood book, and a necklace made of both of your favorite gemstones.

This makes him burst into tears, and all you can do is hug him and cherish the moment between the both of you.

(GOD PLEASE HES SUCH A CUTIE 😭)

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PART TWO OF THIS REQUEST!!

Christmas with the Emperor (2/2)

Emperor Geta x GN! Reader

how Geta would celebrate the holidays (Saturnalia / Christmas) with you!

go read the caracalla one

Warnings: edited lightly, Saturnalia then Christmas mentioned, half story half headcanons

A/N: @babey-fruit-bat here’s part two for Geta!!

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Geta worked almost all the time. His stressed rarely reduced, unless healed by a night with you. Yet when the month of December came around, he was eager to celebrate the good god Saturn. He saw this as a time to celebrate, and to ease off the Senate’s heavy workload he was given.

“Sweetheart, are you ready to leave? I have to recite my speech to the people. I’m a tad bit nervous, but it is my duty.”

He looked a bit sad, but it was true. Unlike Caracalla, Geta had to be the one to present a speech to the Roman citizens. Saturnalia presented an opportunity for people to go around and get goodies and jewels from merchants. The annual ceremony was always lead by an Emperor though.

Caracalla had gone to the sacrificing ceremony, so Geta recited his speech. With your support, all had gone well and you were able to stroll in the markets after. You noticed a specific necklace you liked, and Geta noticed.

“You like that necklace? It’ll suit your neck well. Not as good as my hands of course, but it’ll do.”

He bought the necklace and placed it around you.

“Jewelry fit for a true ruler of Rome.”

He kissed your cheek and you were able to stay late and watch the moon rise above your heads.

“The moon cannot compare to your face, and it lights up your soul. I hope to end my life next to you, and cannot await to be with you forever.”

He said this as you were walking back to the palace, and the both of you fell asleep next to the fireplace in his room.

When it came to Christmas, Geta never really knew what you wanted. Caracalla was already nagging him with the things he got for his S/O, and he was left without ideas. Geta didn’t want to copy Caracalla, so he didn’t really know what to give you.

He decided to ask the Gods for inspiration, and it led to an extremely lavish gift. Something big, like a statue of the both of you, or just one of yourself, a library, an estate. Something big like that’s unexpected.

On Christmas Day, you’d wake up to Geta sitting at a table newly placed in his room, filled with food and your favorite treats. You’d eat, and he’d take you to whatever gift.

(For the sake of writing, I’ll say it’s a new vacation estate.)

“Sweetheart, I would never capture your worth in clothes or luxury. Instead, I see yourself in us. Our life. As the rulers of a grand empire, and hopefully, we can create an heir. Our legacy shall live on, and I cannot wait to grow old as a pair. I love you.”

9 months later, you had an heir and yet another vacation house with a statue of your newly made family.

the end. yippie!!

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-Oh Dear Cap

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-Been Awhile

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