a/n: good lord its been a minute, but i must feed my mind. shawn hatosy you're ruining me. btw no editing, this is just pure mind to type work. hope u enjoy
She knew better, of fucking course she did, because initiated the break up three months ago. He was sweet and actually a really green flag, so why end it? His work life and personal hobbies were a bit too chaotic. She hated the "its not you, its me" trope but she couldnt deny thats how it actually felt. Like she wasnt ready to have those fights with him on it.
So they agreed to end things on good terms. At least that's what her friends think. They were all a little worried anyways, he was in his 40s nearing 50 when she was just cusping into his 30s. Oh to be young and free right? Except, beyond a privacy screen protector were the messages she and him had been sending each other since the "break up".
Did she feel like shit about it? Absolutely. Was she going to stop...well...they were just being friendly and if they asked its what she would say to plead her case. After all, they ended on good terms. If you call late night meet ups in the back of his truck just friendly interaction, then of course.
How could she deny him? When he always asked how her day was and remembered her favorite orders from the different restaurants they used to frequent and would have sent to her as soon as she mentioned being hungry. Fuck he was far too good to her, but the cons were his chaotic way of handling things.
However, chaos could be fun, especially the way he brought into the bedroom. The lovebites and the stamina he had even after a twelve hour shift. They way he'd flung her over his shoulder one night when she refused to listen to him.
It's fine, they're only hanging out. In his sheets, which she helped him choose when they were together. He said it mattered she was comfortable when she came over...and over...and...over. Such a caring guy, a total giver in many ways.
Her friends are saints for worrying over her and she knows they'd roll their eyes if they saw him. Still is it so bad to reconnect with a man so hot, she didnt remember the last time anyone else could compare?
All of these things whirled through her brain as her finger hovered over the text message she had written to the group chat explaining how she didnt feel good enough to be out tonight. Just before she could keep overthinking his contact lit up the screen.
She swiped on the call, "hey." Her voice breathy and cheery.
"Hey sweet girl, i'm outside. Got your coffee too, ready to go?" His voice raspy and cool, she bit her lip. Fuck it, its fine.
Grabbing her overnight bag from her bed she replied, "on my way down." Hanging up the phone, her screen back to the group chat, she sent the message into the chat and locked her phone. Then the door behind her, running down the stairs into his truck, where he was waiting by the passenger door with her drink in hand a small smirk on his face.
"it's 7pm friday, it's 95 degrees, i ain't got no - and no - ain't got me"
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she'd gotten into another fight with rafe earlier in the day because her best friend had posted pictures of her and their friend group in nothing but bikinis at the beach.
he insisted he trusted her, but that guys shouldn't have access to see her like that regardless. it was always a back and forth, usually she adored how protective and crazy he was about her because she was the same way about him, but these were practically her sisters and she looked good in those photos.
the arguement went from texts to calls until at one point they both said out of pocket things, the last being that she was acting like a slut to which she clicked the call off and blocked him on everything down to her emails.
however, she already knew he had a burner account for everything so it didn't take long for him to message her on everything. still, she was feeling petty especially when he had been beyond disrespectful. so he could keep watching from his burners as she got ready for the party she was supposed attend with him, now with her friends.
it'd been a couple hours into the party and the drinks had her feeling hyped up. of course rafe was there keeping an eye on his girl.
she knew he was there too, they'd locked eyes every now and then, flipping him off along with the stare. that's when the song came on. with a bottle of casamigos in one hand and her best friend holding her other hand, both girls hopped on top of the couch they were sat on and rapping along to the lyrics.
as soon as it got to 'how the fuck is that your man if he right here with me' she was been pulled off the couch by Rafe. He was already beyond pissed off at the way some guys had been looking at his girl, but her singing along to the song was the last straw. Her friends were yelling and telling off Rafe as he carried her off on his shoulder.
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He had no clue whose house they were at, but he got her into the first open room he found and locked the door behind them. She was annoyed but also kind of enjoying the situation, "thought you said I was slut so why are you bothering me?" He turned around quickly, "so you wanted those guys around you?" She shrugged, "who knows they might treat me better." A smirk landed on her face as she watched him realize she just said that
Rafe had her bent over the desk chair that was in the room. The sound of skin clapping over the loud music from the party outside was filling the office. Her manicured nails were pressing into the cushion of the chair. Little whimpers and moans leaving her lips. Then suddenly she felt the sharp smack of his hand on her ass, "yeah this what you needed?" Then another, "you know I hate fighting with you baby." His voice was breathy and low, and she hated how much it turned her on.
Her eyes were rolling at his comment though, and not just the way he had thrusted into her, "you need to trust me more." She whimpered as she backed onto his dick, "yeah I know, i'm sorry baby." He pulled her pressing her back to his chest, his lips pressing onto her neck leaving wet kisses all over. She sighed as he kept drilling into her, "you're always sorry." She whined as his hands caressed their way to her core.
His fingers started to play with her clit, her pussy clenching onto him. Rafe hissed at the feeling, "tell me who's pussy this is huh." His strokes staying at the same pace, she whined hoping he would speed up, "nuh uh baby who owns this pussy." She was so close and he knew it, "yours. Fuck its yours Rafe!" Thats all it took, he sped up still toying with her swollen clit. Her head rolling onto his chest, he took the advantage locking his lips onto hers as they climaxed.
They caught their breath then started trying to fix themselves up, when the sound of her friends looking for her bounced off the walls. He smirked, "tell them you're going home already." She looked at him annoyed, "I wanted to dance." He smiled, "you can dance next week we're just getting started tonight baby." And she knew she was fucked anyways so she went to tell her friends they were headed out already.
i know i havent written in ages and thats the irony of this post but im deeply worried for fanfic authors. with ai and monetization of fics its like what once was meant to be an outlet and safe haven is becoming this consumer friendly thing.
the irony of this place is its forgotten by the public. most people focus on ao3 and wattpad. no one really pays attention to those who have remained on here and fought to keep this little place running.
i wont lie, i came to this site from wattpad myself but that was 2012/2013. way back when friends of mine were telling me that one direction smut on here was better than whatever i was reading on wattpad 😂🤦🏽♀️ but thats adolscence.
its been a whirlwind seeing fandom change and fanfic writing evolve then devolve. more so its been both great and sickly seeing fandom become both noticed and accepted by the general public. ngl i sorta agree its been the downfall of what we once knew to be a hideaway space.
now everyone wants celebrities to know that they wrote fics for/about them. that fans make edits of them and headcanon about their characters. even when actors or musicians have made it clear that it can be harmful to bring those things up to them irl.
im worried we've lost the plot here. this thing of fandom and fanfic, these were meant to be intimate and far away from real life. you can disagree but for many of us who were here before the revamp of fandom culture know it (selfishly enough) was never meant for the actor or the media or musician. it was meant for one another to delve into our thoughts among people who also liked a band or show/movie.
now its blind items and "update" pages on people. its using ai to write chapters on behalf of fanfic authors because people cannot find it in their minds to wait for the author to finish a chapter or series. its trying to impose your morals onto someone elses headcanon or ship.
my fear is that at the rate this is going it will become insufferable and impossible to have art to enjoy both to make a fandom out of and to fanfics for.
I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
ex!husband rafe who catches wind of his ex wife possibly getting back into the dating scene with one of his business partners. he let's it happen, give the guy some false hope without getting his wife involved.
he'd find out where the date would be taking place and wait for it to end just long enough to catch the guy alone and threaten advise him to make it the first and last date. maybe there was "some" physical intimidation but who's to say.
any way rafe would have his ex wife back in his arms crying about how rude the guy had been in a text message about never wanting to see her again. and there rafe would be the hero of the day reminding her that all these guys were assholes anyways.
Johnny Storm x poc!reader x Mickey Dolenz (platonic)
a/n: im not really gonna edit this and let this display my love for the 1960s and moreso the monkees 🤭🌼🤍
Johnny storm jealous? puh-lease! the flirt, the charming playboy...jealous? never.
except, here he was at a little soiree hosted by some actor who invited half of hollywood including mickey from the monkees who was too close to johnny's girl.
a celebrity crush was unneccessary if his best girl was dating him what bigger celebrity could she possibly want? but yet he could see the way she blushed. so maybe it was jealousy.
he left the crowd he was in with a mission to make sure love was still intact. arriving with his arm curving around her waist immediately placing a kiss to her cheek, "hey honey hope i wasnt gone for too long."
mickey had some dopey grin on his face, like he was enjoying what he was doing. she couldnt help but blush harder at the interaction happening infront of her. politely she replied, "not at all sweetie, mickey here was keeping very entertained." A giggle leaving her lips
Ever so cooly mickey intervened "yeah man, no need to worry made sure your girl was well cared for. I know the folks here dig your flame skills." That smug look never leaving, Johnny was getting tired of this, "ehh ya know how it is gotta give the people what they want but thanks again for making sure my girl had a good laugh-" she perked up at the back handed comment, "Johnny!"
Mickey laughed, "dont worry man, I know better than to mess with the torch. It was nice meeting you pretty girl." She smiled at the singer ever so shy in embarassment, "you as well mick, cant wait for that new album!" He waved as he walked off, "i'll send you it as soon as its ready!"
Taking that as his queue Johnny took his girl immediately away from all the chaos of the party to the conversation pit in the house. His ego slightly bruised, "can you believe the nerve of that guy!" She giggled, "oh come on Johnny you do the same all the time and I let it slide like water off my wings"
He was still in disbelief, "yeah well it stops now. That guy is a problem and I dont like how close got to you." She was still laughing her arms wrapped around his frame as they lounged on the velveteen couch. "Oh hush its just a schoolgirl thing. He doesnt compare to the human torch." She soothed his bruised ego, he nodded, "damn right. I save the world, he plays the tambourine."
She knew they were in for a long night just from his actions. But she knew exactly what could cheer up her sad boyfriend. Ever so slyly and seductively she spoke into his ear, "hey how about we ditch this joint and you show me just how much better you are than mr. tambourine man." Like a cat his ears perked up at the idea, "you'd like that wouldnt you?" With big eyes and a lip bite she nodded and stood up.
Her hand held out for his as they ran to his car. The drive not even making it back to their place but to a secluded area and the back of the car.
Republicans decided every child in America was acceptable collateral damage before they'd ever pass a single common sense gun control law, but I'm supposed to feel bad for Charlie Kirk gtfoh
despite it all, i headcanon that steve harrington will always be the biggest lover boy.
♡ the kind of guy who greets his girlfriend wirh a cheesy pick up line
♡ never ever lets his girl pay for anything and if she even pays for a candy bar he instantly buys her two more or anything else she could want
♡despite what he hurt he got with previous relationships he still finds way to make sure he shows how deeply he loves
♡ im talking sappy cards for every occassion and they come perfectly tied with a little bow against the gift boxes or in the gift bags
♡ the kind of guy to make his girl laugh the moment he sees her scared or sad.
♡ a true loverboy who carries a picture of his girl in his wallet. (it was from a photobooth and it hurt him to cut out the picture but it was his favorite because his girl's smile was so big as he kissed her cheek)
♡ knows he cant win every fight but will always defend his girl from rude assholes
♡ quick with comebacks too because his girl wont be the butt of any jokes
♡ wont turn down a make out session or a quick kiss ever (especially when theres a lip product that needs to tested)
all in all, despite the pains of previous loves, when he finds his love, i truly think steve will continue to be a guy who tries his hardest to show how much she means to him. and i feel like she would appreciate/reciprocate that love.
Saw someone on here say Clark Kent would be a soft dom and I ofc believe it but! I feel like it would be Superman who would be the soft dom and Clark who would be the cutest submissive.
we're talking about two different people here if you real think about it
Clark Kent
who like his alter ego, wants to do good and be good. in every aspect but is oh so shy to show it
lives to impress and show just how good he can act for his partner
would love to follow rules his partner sets for him
allowing for himself to be controlled instead of making all the choices for once
kinks! all the little things he wants done to (i personally feel he enjoys being scratched up and having his hair pulled hard.)
can always tell when clark is in a submissive mood because he'll pout
also big puppy dog eyes while his partner moans and whimpers out how good he's doing
p.s for both...stamina...jfc the stamina
Superman
ofc he would the softest dom ever
has rules set in place for his partner's wellbeing both mentally and physically
and expects his partner to listen to them
punishments are always given with a maximum of five. (i dont see superman being able to punish at all but he'll attempt to)
has the stern voice down to a tee.
always caves in after trying to discipline
by that i mean his lips always find their way between his partner's legs
rewards often lead to all nighters with sunrise bubble baths and a big breakfast
is also lowkey proud of all the lovebites and bruises left on both him and his partner, they're better than any piece of jewelry he could ever own
even if they do fade rather quickly for him, it just means he'll have more of a reason to get more.
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
dont ever let me find out someone did this to mine or any of my friends works because there will be a curb stomping in the wings waiting for the mf who dared be this stupid
Looking through my masterlist - I’m so disappointment in my myself lmao. I never finish anything that I start unless it’s a one shot. 😂 how are you guys still fucking with me and not annoyed at this point?
geta though prefers a mommy who is soft on him and praises him because he's always the one to make decisions for him and his brother. his mommy always soothes him after a hard day and praises him for his hard work
caracalla being the deviant and masochist he is, he likes his mommy to be strict with him. praise only arriving when he listens like a good boy and takes his punishments without complaining.
Hedonism - the philosophical belief that pleasure is the sole or chief good in life
summary: to love a woman who has loved them both in equity of mind and soul shouldnt be seen as this though
pairing: emperor geta x senator's daughter x emperor caracalla
warnings: violence, blood, cursing, insults, allusions to smut
( a/n: I apologize for the length, but I do want this to have backstory. I'm really locked into ancient rome right now and I blame this movie.)
taglist: @bloodibambiidoll @celestianstars
She was her father's pride, seldom was he on assuring she'd be wed to a man of power, of respect, such as he was. a child with wit and the ability to learn quickly, he knew she would not fail his wishes for her life.
However, her imagination ran ramped and when her parents looked away she ran to the fields where the flowers grew alongside the tall grasses. Where she would run around in circles chasing insects and dreaming of being a creature herself.
It was in this state that the young princes had come to know her as they too would run away from their lessons of history and war. Their tutors often old men whose minds wandered and attention fell from the boys would make it easy for their escapes. On this day particularly, the princes found themselves captivated by the sound of her laughter and the way her hair danced in the wind.
She had no clue she had company until her eyes opened and in her gaze she looked directly into their awe struck gaze. of course she knew who they were, she had seen them on days of festivities and parades, she gasped immediately attempting to bow at them, "caesars, a grace to be in your presence." the boys giggled, Caracalla responded to her "as are we. Graced to be upon thee." It was then Geta who asked, "may we join you in your festivities?" To which the young girl nodded, her eyes wide with glee to have friends.
The children made crowns of the taller flowers and grasses, they ran around, their arms wide pretending to be birds. She had brought fruits and honey with her, which they shared. They talked of their parents and how boring life was when at home. How sometimes they feared their father's tempers for fear of the blows that would come afterwards. She listened and sympathized, they even agreed that they were friends.
When the day came to an end, she looked to them hoping for the best when asking, "would you be back tomorrow?" The princes in sadness shared a look, "father is most likely looking for us now. He will be livid, we may not be back tomorrow exactly, but we will try to be back soon. Promise to bring more figs and honey?" She nodded once more, now in a saddened manner, her voice soft, "I will. However I may not be back soon either, my father will too be upset." Forgetting formality, the children hugged and whispered to be strong despite the horrors that awaited them.
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Indeed hell did await at home for each, and tragically the children were fated to not meet again. For she was sooner shipped away to the coasts of the empire, where she would live within the confines of an old friend of her father's who would become her tutor and mentor.
As for the princes, their father placed more guards around Palatine and more so used violent punishment as a reminder of what consequences awaited their insolence.
Still all three kept the memory of what they'd once shared on that day. The memory felt like fields that awaited them in the afterlife. Perhaps it was a taste of what would come, perhaps it was a dream.
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Fated was the day it they came to reunite. For neither the emperors nor she knew what they had become with the years. She had been brought back to Rome after her father ascended into senator after the coronation, which is when she discovered that the princes had now become co-emperors of the empire.
She had pleaded with her father to allow her attendance to one of the many festivities held in honor of the new emperors. Of course she did not know if she would catch their attention, instead she suggested it would be a suitable place to display her musical talent which she gained in lyre strumming. It took some more pleading but eventually he agreed to take her. Her mother helped to dress her in silks dyed in reds and her gold jewels.
When they arrived, at Palatine, she went to take her place beside the window, her palla on her head and the lyre on her lap. Moonlight bright on the warm night, and then she waited for her father to introduce her and signal for her to begin playing. When his signal came she began to strum.
Her emperors wasted no time in noticing the music, they always wished to be entertained and no more so than by a beautiful women. They did not look for her initially for many a time there was always a musician paid off to be there. However, intrigue arose when chatter came to them that this was a different case, a senator's daughter was playing for them tonight, of her own want to celebrate the empire's new emperors.
With their interest piqued, they walked over to where this woman was sat, moonlight and the flames of a torch guiding her strums. The crowd that surrounded her parted at the notice of the emperors. Who now gazed upon her like the boys they had once been moons ago, with that same wonder and awe. Her gaze moved from her instrument, up towards them. Eyes meeting after so long, but yet not changing; they knew and she knew.
They had an audience though, one who did not know what they did. She finished her song and before the moment could linger they clapped ensuing the others to clap as well. She bowed her head, a smile upon her lips. Her father neared, she'd done well in his eyes, but she did not smile for him. She smiled for them, and they were now being introduced formally by her father, who was speaking highly of her to them. His voice filled with pride about her education and upbringing, he voiced his want for their approval later in time to marry her off to a worthy contender.
Their eyes never leaving the sight of her, but when hearing of her father's plans for her future the first to lurch was Caracalla whose head turned to her father. He planned to marry her off to a senator's son? Worthy? Surely none of these men were worthy of her. Her who had fed them fruits and honey while creating stories beneath the shade of trees in their youth.
Geta similarly thought, though his gaze never left hers. Her father was a fool and he was thinking of all the ways he would make sure that the man would come to know that. But to marry her off to anyone but him would never be. For she had wiped off tears from his face as he retold the first memory of his father's torment upon his life. She took such vile things and soothed him. He thought back to the embrace and wise words they shared as children. Things none of these people would ever come to understand.
These things were in the mind, but aloud, Geta cutoff the senator, "surely your daughter would grace us with her own introduction." He said with a smile that was anything but sincere. The senator nodded, signaling for his daughter to speak. She bowed her head, her voice soft, "my emperors it has been my honor to play for you tonight. I am most thankful and joyous to be back home in Rome." They smiled, Caracalla reaching out to shake her hand, "song bird! Rome is blessed to have you upon its land once more." His lips pressing a kiss onto her hand.
Geta neared, "my brother is right. What a delight to have a new musician in these halls. Let us have you back for the next celebration." At his words, her eyes widened like they had back then, in that moment, his mind gleamed with a plan, "as a matter of fact we should like a private concert. To truly enjoy the gift you have bestowed upon us tonight." Caracalla clapped, "a truly genius idea brother!" Her father however did not account for this excitement from the emperors.
The man looked hurriedly at both his daughter and their majesties, "surely it is an honor for your graces to regard my daughter with such a gesture! But surely there is another musician who could enthrall thee with-" Caracalla giggled, "you deny your emperors' wishes?" The senator's face looked something aghast Geta could see her begin to worry as well, "now now brother. The senator is simply being modest." The older man began to nod in agreement, but Geta continued, "though he should not deny his daughter such a blessing." Now his gaze once more landing on her, who looked nervous at the scene in front of her.
Her father's voice broke the feeling, "of course my liege. At your request she will play for you. What an honor you have bestowed upon my family." He bowed and she followed. The twin emperors did not wait, she would be back in the afternoon to preform for them privately in the gardens.
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The first performance, was nothing more than a reunion between the three. She hardly played her lyre, instead speaking of her tales and prayers to Neptune to avoid any harsh storms from hitting where she lived. The emperors in turn talked about their coronation and how Caracalla came to posses Dondus who crawled around them throughout their outing. Still she did play some songs she had made in her time near the sea. They were once more enamored with her and her mystic ways.
She'd being coined their song bird, for she would play at every event which could call for music. As well, they still continued their requests for private concerts as excuses to be near her. It was during one of these closed events that she revealed she knew her father was hoping to marry her off soon to another senator's son. She spoke with frustration at the idea of being only seen as a pawn for her father's ambitions and not for any hope of a love match.
The brother's took the moment as their chance, "do you believe in such things?" Geta asked sarcastically as he smiled down at her who was laid out on his lap under the shade of a tree in the gardens. She shrugged, "if we pray to Venus, then it must be for something. Besides is it such a bad thing to believe someone could love simply for the act loving?" Caracalla clung to her every word, "do you simply love for the act?" He asked, his blue eyes enthralled on her. She thought about his question, her eyes gazing on both brothers and then at the sky itself as if lost in some thought. When she came to though, her answer as soft as she was given, "I suppose I could if I knew it would be reciprocated. Yet I have not found a soul who does."
"Perhaps you have yet to truly notice those souls who do." Caracalla spoke, his hands caressing down the silks which covered her. Geta beginning to play with her hair, "what a fair point you make brother." She though wanting it to be true, was puzzled, "certainly you do not mean." Somehow they both knew and spoke in unison, "we do." In mere moments soft touches were met with burning kisses shared. Her emperors now exploring what they had dreamt about since her return.
The concerts were over, but their private audiences were still held. In secret they acted on their emotions. On their wants and pleasures for she was the embodiment of the goddess Venus herself. They would lay, bodies pressed against each other in the afterglow of their acts, speaking soft sweet things amongst themselves. In these rare moments they smiled, they felt safe from harm. She gave herself onto them and in return they to her.
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But trouble lays near any good thing. Her father was hearing talk among the court of his daughter and the emperors. Things he would write off as gossip and fictitious. It was nothing more than defamation of a man and his family, who had been given a title. Though he thought back, he had noticed how much his daughter was spending time with them, how little she would take her lyre, and what new silks she wore.
A man with everything to lose, he did what he felt rational. He hired mercenaries to follow her movements around Rome. He needed all the proof of what he was dreading to be true. It only took some days for the damned truth to be laid out before him from behind the doors of Palatine talk was fervent among the maids and guards. What he learned made his blood boil so, but he would have his moment soon.
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Another celebration was being held, she of course was made to play, and after she had finished her last tune, she was pulled away hurriedly by her father. Not many noticed or cared, but the emperors did, they doted on her dearly. It was Caracalla who saw her being whisked away by her father.
In an empty hall far enough from the festivties she was practically flung against a marble wall. Fear and confusion encasing her, "father what is the meaning of this?" He looked at his offspring with disbelief, "the meaning? The meaning?! As if you do not know what it is that you have done?!" He began to shout, causing her to cower. "Father I do not know what I have-" she had no chance to finish her plea before feeling the back of his hand deliever a harsh blow onto her cheek, once more throwing her against the wall behind her.
His rage now undone, "my daughter! My flesh and blood has forsaken our lineage with her hedonism!" She was done for, "hedonism father? What such-" He spat as he unleashed his discontent "do not lie! Do not try to deceive me! I have had you followed for days! I have heard of your private audiences and what they entail!" She pleaded, "father please you do not understand! They care for me truly! They see me-" Before she could speak again he began to scream once more his hands striking at her "they see you as a concubine! They treat you as such and you have allowed it! They are merely insolent children disguising as emperors! You are nothing more than a whore disposing yourself at their whim!" Both emperors had heard her cries and his insults both at her and them, rushing to her aid they neared the violent scene, "lies senator! You speak nothing but lies against your emperors! Take your filthy hands off her!" Geta yelled pushing him off her. Caracalla kneeling before his song bird now beaten and bloodied, his voice soft and in pain, "what has he done to you." She could do nothing but cry, in both shame and pain as he held her blood covered face.
His hands now covered in her blood, Caracalla screamed with anger, "kill him!" The guards were already taking him away by order of emperor Geta, "not yet brother! Not now! We must tend to her first." Geta spoke sternly aiding his brother in lifting up their love from the marble. The healers were already sent for and she would be staying with them in Palatine indefintely, away from any more harm.
Nothing was broken, just bruising and some cuts. Still angered consumed them, and she knew too that her father had not just betrayed her but the emperors too when he spoke against them and insulted them. She knew he would have to be punished in some form, however death seemed to easy. Instead she asked for him to be excommunicated, sent off into the wilderness where there is no social hierarchy, where there is only loneliness and survival. Left with nothing but perhaps a small knife to fend for himself. The one thing he always despised was now going to be his reality.
As for her, she begged her mother to come stay with her in Palatine. Her mother refused her though, instead reassuring her daughter she would be fine remaining in the home she raised her in. She was happy that her daughter had found true love and blessed the gods for gifting her two who would watch over her. It eased her sadness somewhat, knowing her mother still felt love her despite her father's actions.
She was made empress and those who spoke against her came to know their fate well enough. However, Rome adored her as much as she did they. For she guided the emperors and their tempers to lead them away from chaos. She did not do it out of strategy, never for that, it was for love. Even in their hardships she knew she was theirs as much as they were hers.
