@.smallratboy: ooo it would be so cute if you did a geta x servant reader where the servant like catches him mid-breakdown abt. being an emperor and like comforts him and they both lowkey fall in love!!
Pairing: Emperor Geta x male!servant!reader
Summary: Geta is tired, confused, fed up. The garden is his safe place and he discovers who is the reason why he loves the garden so much.
Notes: English is not my firts language. Slight angst (from Geta). Canon divergency. Not mentions of y/n's looks, but masc pronouns are used.
Word count: 1.3k
The empire was falling, or so Geta told himself, only to not accept the fact that he was the one who was falling into nothingness
The nights were dark, lonely. His thoughts were his greatest and worst company.
The cold of his chambers settled in and ran through every fiber of his body, making him feel uncomfortable, useless, a failure.
Power slowly eats away at him, he is completely aware of that. However, he knows how things are going, what he has done right and wrong, but he is not going to say it. Not out loud, it would be admitting that he is weak.
Memories of his father whip his mind, unpleasant words, beatings, screams. Everything travels like a memory from yesterday through his mind.
Unconsciously he ran his left hand over his other forearm, feeling the relief of a scar: the only one he has left from his father's abuse. It was not the last wound, but it was the worst he had. He remembers the dagger: fine silver cutting his skin, blood sliding over his young skin.
The headache was present. In the crown of his head he felt every beat of his heart. He felt his blood running through his body, his bones against his muscles, his muscles against his skin.
He hated the feeling of appearing so weak, he was not weak. There was no way on the planet that he was inferior, he was the vessel of the Gods, a gift that only a few had. He was unique, there was no one like him.
He went out to the royal garden, the times he went there were only when he felt like nothing made sense. It was his safe place.
A marble and travertine fountain was the main feature of the courtyard, the water falling slowly, not making enough noise to be annoying or uncomfortable.
The soft light of the candles made the moment feel intimate, just him and no one else. They gave a soft touch to the darkness that was looming over Rome at that time of night.
He glanced at the garden, closing his eyes as his breathing calmed down. But his thoughts ran through his head anxiously.
He walked to the back of the yard, a place no one ever visited. It was full of Adelphi and Lantanas. He didn't know who took care of this part of the garden, it was supposedly "dormant." But still someone planted flowers and took care of them, even he didn't want to admit it, the flowers are his favourite part of the garden.
He sat on the stone bench in the center of the garden. Surrounded by them.
Peace returned to him, though not for long. The anxiety didn't go away and a stomach ache along with a lump in his throat made him remember what he was doing there.
He wanted to scream, but he had to stay calm. He was still in the palace and the late hours of the night did not allow him to do what he wanted, although he hesitated for a moment, but he was able to resist the impulse.
The minutes passed and passed. Geta stared at a fixed point, absorbed in his thoughts. His mind was a battlefield, where the voices of the past and the present clashed without respite. He did not feel the footsteps approaching, nor the soft breeze that brought with it the scent of someone else. It was not until he heard the slight crunch of gravel under cautious feet that he woke up from his trance.
"My lord..."
The voice was low, respectful, but not fearful. Geta turned his head slightly, meeting him. It was one of his servants, a familiar face in the multitude of shadows that surrounded him daily. He did not know him well, he had never cared about it, but tonight, his presence seemed different.
The servant did not look away when he noticed Geta's tired face. He did not flee, he did not cower, he did not become invisible as others often did when the emperor was in one of his dark moods. Instead, he stepped forward, with studied restraint.
"Can't sleep?"
Geta let out a humorless laugh, bitter as the wine he had left untouched on his table that night.
"It seems that rest is a luxury even for the incarnate gods."
The servant did not respond immediately. He knew that any careless word could cost him his life, but he also understood that the man before him did not seek mere empty comfort. Then, with a softness that surprised them both, he said,
"Perhaps the gods need to be heard, too."
Geta looked at him, the sneer dying on his lips before it was uttered. That answer was not what he had expected. In the silence that followed, he felt something new: a sense of being seen. Not as an emperor, not as the son of a violent and ambitious lineage. Just seen.
āIf you were looking to be alone, I can leave,ā the servant offered in a neutral tone.
For a moment, Geta thought of nodding, of letting the loneliness continue to gnaw at his soul. But his lips formed another response before he could stop it.
āStay.ā
The servant obeyed, sitting on the floor at a safe distance, not challenging the emperorās personal space. Time passed without any more words between them, only the sound of the water in the fountain and the night breeze stirring the flowers. But in that shared calm, Geta felt his chest lighten slightly, as if a part of the weight he had always carried became less unbearable.
And in the darkness of the garden, for the first time in a long time, the emperor did not feel completely alone.
The minutes continued to slip by, and Geta felt a strange tranquility in the presence of his servant. It was a new, unexpected sensation. Without thinking too much, he let his gaze wander towards him, detailing his posture, the way the moonlight outlined his face.
"Why do you take care of this garden?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.
The servant took a while to answer, as if he were measuring his words.
"Because someone has to. It is a forgotten place, but it is still alive.ā
The words resonated in Geta's chest in a way he could not explain. Something in that answer seemed eerily familiar, as if it were a reflection of himself.
"And you, my lord," the servant continued, "why do you come here?"
Geta looked away at the flowers, his expression hardening for a moment before softening.
"Because I feel forgotten too. But I am still here."
The servant nodded slightly, understanding beyond words. The wind blew again, ruffling Geta's hair and the servant's simple tunic. Without realizing it, the distance between them seemed to shorten, not only in space, but in something much deeper.
The silence returned, but it was not uncomfortable. Geta closed his eyes for a moment, his head heavy, the pressure in his chest not entirely easing. A slight dizziness forced him to bring a hand to his temple.
The servant noticed his discomfort, leaning slightly towards him.
āAre you alright, my lord?ā
Geta pressed his lips together, unwilling to admit weakness, but the slight tremor in his hands betrayed him. He did not need to answer. Carefully, the servant moved closer, placing a firm, warm hand on his shoulder.
āTake a deep breath,ā he suggested in a low tone. āYour body is exhausted.ā
Geta reluctantly complied, letting out a shaky sigh. The otherās presence, his calm voice, gave him an anchor in the stormy tide of his mind.
āYou should rest,ā the servant insisted. āI can bring you something to help you sleep.ā
Geta shook his head, but the gesture was more a reflex than true determination. Still, he allowed the servant to stay, his closeness easing the heaviness of the night.
āJustā¦ stay a little longer,ā he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
And the servant obeyed, no more questions, no more words. Just being there, being the anchor Geta didnāt even know he needed.
Would you be able to make an eric x reader where they both get stuck in the subway station together, stumble upon frodo together, too?
Together at the End of the World
Eric x Reader (no pronouns used, no descriptions [only one is used and it's your height compared to Eric's], no use of y/n)
Warnings: Panic, fear, crowd panic/frenzy, mention of death, near fatal drowning
I basically wrote my worst fear with this one. I hate the NYC subway with a passion. Being underground in a metal car traveling really fast with a bunch of other people? Yeah, catch me walking until my feet fall off, no thanks.
Youāre on the subway when the asteroids hit, and the entire world goes quiet.
Which, during the July afternoon, is undoubtably the worst place to be, even on a regular day. The train car is full of all sorts of people; tourists, businessmen, people getting off work, people going to work, students, families, delivery workersāthey all cram into the metal car and press shoulder to shoulder.
You were lucky enough to be near one of the metal rails, and during hours like this, you hold on for your dear life as people lean and move and shove to get to the exit. If you didnāt have your headphones in the sound of the people would be overwhelming on top of the claustrophobic cluster of bodies.
The only thing that's enough to draw your attention is the rapid flickering of lights in the train car. You, and the entire car full of people, look up at the lights. People shift nervously, throw glances around to others to see whether this was anything to panic over. Some seasoned subway riders might not even bat an eye, nor do they as they continue to look at their phones or read their books.
Then the subway car starts to slow. The car lurches and a great squealing of metal against metal echoes so loudly through the car that it drowns out your music.
Now people look up, they stop reading, they stop talking. A chill current of fear threads through everyone like an electric spark. There is only darkness outside the small windowsāno platform in sight.
Panic begins to set in when the lights flicker again, giving brief blackoutsāblackouts that are so total that you might as well be blind. Now the people around you start pushing and jostling, there are shouts from those who shove their way to the exit doors.
The subway car is at a full stop now. The emergency broadcast message blares overhead:
REMAIN CALM. REMAIN SEATED. WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
It goes unheard. People are panicking, elbows are thrown randomly, there are cries from people who fall and are stepped on in the massive push. People are yelling and screaming to get the doors open.
Through the cramped interior, you move backwards, away from the push and pull, away from the animalistic fear and frenzy near the door. You trip as you hold your arms close to your body, the people behind you move out of the way, filling the space you used to occupy.
Your elbow meets the hard metal floor and for a moment you canāt see anything other than legs and shoes. Someone steps on your leg, another kicks your side, and they trip too hitting the ground and scrambling.
Before you can curl up into a ball, strong hands lift you to your feet and pull you back to the edge of the frenzied crowd.
REMAIN CALM. REMAIN SEATāthe announcement cuts out as the lights flicker off for longer this time and thereās a violent rumbling underfootāRE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. The way to the next car over is somewhat clear, but in the next car over you can see theyāre doing the same thingāpeople crawl over others who have fallen and been trampled, some sit open-mouthed in a silent scream looking toward the ceiling. Something rocks their car over and the small window shatters, something red splashes against it.
Your knees threaten to give out. Are those people dead? What killed them?
Whoever pulled you up from the ground is still holding you up, your back pressed against a chest struggling to breathe. You chance a look at your savior.
Heās just a regular guy in a nice suit. The man glances at you for a moment, such gentle, scared, brown eyes. Then the overhead lights flicker off for good.
Things happen in quick succession in the next few minutes of pitch blackness: People scream and cry out, they fall over one another reaching out in the dark, bodies hit the metal floor and vibrate through the soles of your shoes with dull thumps, the deafening sound of metal tearing and glass shattering echoes so loudly through the subway car that it nearly makes you faint. And through it all, the overhead red emergency lights turn on casting everything in a sinister red hue.
People are jostling one another, screaming incoherently, the normally vibrant hues of their different clothes and hair color are washed out under the red emergency light. That awful sound of metal tearing continues as the car rocks back and forth like itās in the middle of an earthquakeā¦and thereās some kind of screeching roarāmaybe the subway cars are being pulled on the tracksāmaybe itās some kind of safety mechanism.
The strong arms around you pull you down into a crouch, hot breath hits your neck, and you mimic his stance, pressing your face into his collar and away from whatever is happening around you.
You want to lookācall it morbid fascinationābut your stomach recoils so violently at the sound of something wet splashing and thudding on metal that you might be sick if you actually saw the source of the noise.
People bump and fall into you now as they back up. You cry out as someoneās head cracks against your shoulder, the sound is drowned out in the screams. Your companion in this crisis moves slightly to shield you, angling his body to cover yours. You hardly notice with all the commotion except for the warmth that surrounds you.
Itās an earthquake. It has to be an earthquake.
The subway car rocks violently again, and the rush of air is suddenly everywhere. Screams start and end abruptly, the jostle of bodies lessons.
And then everything is silent.
Thereās a harsh gasp in your ear. You slowly open your eyes to look up at himāheās looking around the subway car. When you look around at what remains you really wish you had kept your eyes closed.
The end of the subway car is completely torn off in jagged fragments. Around you, bodies litter the floor, everywhere. Clustered so close together that they block out the ground. A few survivors are crouched down against the same back wall youāre sheltering against, theyāre hunching over and covering their mouths with both hands.
The emergency broadcast system comes on again with an electronic screech and plenty of static.
REMAINāREMAIN SEATED. WE AREā
Thereās another roar followed by heavy pounding. Itās not metal tearing anymore. Itās more animalistic. A chill runs up your arms, your senses run wild in the dim light and eerie silence. Itās the type of fear humans felt when they lived in caves and heard noises in the dark beyond their meager campfires.
The subway car rocks, the ceiling dents in on itselfāsomething heavy landed on it. The pounding continues, following along the length of the subway car. Your eyes track the dents as it gets closer to the torn off car end.
Instinct tells you to run, instead you grip the man tighter. His arms wrap around youāheās trembling, youāre both trembling. The dents in the ceiling stop.
A woman in a floral skirt stands up and weave through the bodies toward the ripped open end, stepping delicately and slowly. Beyond your subway car with the still functioning emergency lights, itās completely dark, just a wall of blackness. As the woman inches forward to lean and peer into the dark tunnel, she steps on a thin metal beam, and it creaks loudly. Sheās grabbed by a lightning quick claw and pulled into the darkness a split second later. She screams but it cuts off into a strangled, wet gurgle.
This canāt be real.
In some kind of daze, perhaps shock, you lean your head into the manās collar and leave it there. He bends his head as well and you can hear his shaking breath.
Youāre not sure, but it may have been hours until your mind starts to register things again, and it starts with the sound of water echoing off the walls of the tunnel. Your body aches and struggles to maintain a crouching position. At first, you move your foot only a little, seeking some muscle reliefāit touches water, soaking through your shoes and down to your socks. It takes a moment to register the feeling and then your brain sparks to life with a burst of fear. The subway tunnel is filling with water.
Heāthe still unnamed man who holds youāsees it too as he looks up, roused by your movement. Very carefully he stands and looks around. You think he might leave you, to go his separate way. Adios, itās the apocalypse! But he holds his hand out to you as he looks toward the opening in a silent invitation. You stand, fighting the soreness of your muscles and take his warm hand, stepping out into the dark tunnel side by side.
As you lower yourself down to the tracks your feet submerge in cold water up to your knees. Itās rushing water, moving in the direction of pure black darkness. The hairs on your arms stick up looking down that way. It feels like death. He seems to agree as he turns around and starts heading upstream, fighting the water while trying to be quietāstill holding your hand. For a moment, you feel bad seeing his pants getting soaked. He has a nice suit. Where was he going before this? Ā
You both continue up the tracks, moving through the rushing water as quietly as possible, until you come across a roof collapse. Rocks block the way to the rest of the tracks, thereās no way through and the hole at the top only leads to more darkness and flowing water. It streams out in a steady flow, carrying various pieces of trash and debris. The only way out is to follow the direction the water is flowing.
Progress is slow, finding good footing in the dark through knee-deep water hinders progress. The sound of the water, the darkness, not knowing what killed that womanāand the fact that it might still be in this tunnel with youāall attributes to the incessant fear.
All around streams of water leak from the wallsāfrom the ceilingāand when itās flowing from cracks it drips. It doesnāt take long at all for you or the man youāre with to be completely soaked head to toe as you trudge on through the darkness.
The manās hand never let go of yours and you hold onto it for dear life. He grips your hand back in a similar fashion.
The water gets deeper and deeper and soon itās above your waist and you have to slow down and struggle to move through it. You think the man might leave you, or at least be irritated, but he slows down too, putting an arm around you making sure you donāt trip.
You managed to find a gentleman at the end of the world. The odds must be astronomical.
The next part of the tunnel is at least lit by the overhead grates leading up to the street. Rumbling, what sounds like a helicopter goes overheadāthen the tunnel shakes. Tiles fall and splash into the water. You press your face into the manās chest just for some way to block out the noise of whatever is above. Behind you, in the direction that you came from, it sounds like the tunnel has collapsed. The rush of sudden water pushes you forward, confirming your fears.
He catches you before youāre pushed under and the journey into the darkness continues.
When will this end?
It has never been a consideration to walk the subway tracks before now. But why would it in a functioning city? The time it takes to walk normally would be close to an hour, the time it takes to fight the rising currents slows the pace to a crawl. The water is up to your shoulders now and the current is strong. Even trying to stand still is difficult, the manās arms hold you, he seems to be faring better with most of his chest still above the water.
More helicopters pass over, their blaring alerts are muffled and garbled through the sound of the water. The shaking, rumbling, tremors always follow close behind. Youāre in a section with grates above, they let in grey filtered light. To the right there is a wall with many cracks and footholds. It looks like it can be climbed.
He seems to think the same thing as he leads you to the side carefully where you hang on to some cracked tiles. In his nice suit and dress shoes, he tries to climb up to the grates using a section of crumbled walls that have cascaded into the water. Heās not able to reach them. His hands slip. They fumble for purchase, scrambling and grasping. And the wall gives way with a huge swell of water.
Youāre focused on him as he falls. The splash hits you first making you flinch, then the towering wave hits you, submerging you completely. Then the current rips you from the wall and your world turns into a swirling black freefall.
Your fingers cling to anything they can reach but the current rips you from any purchase, determined to keep you. Determined to drown you.
You fight and fight the current until you canāt anymore, until your lungs burn, and you choke down cold water. Maybe itās an act of mercy when your shoulders hit something hard, head bouncing off of rock and the sound of rushing water, the sound of everything, just goes away.
. . .
The first thing that youāre aware of is your throat burning as you gasp for air. Then the water comes up scorching your already sore throat and youāre gasping even harder. Strong hands lean you over and hold your face, rub your back, pull the hair away from your eyesāItās the manāand youāre above ground at the subway entrance, still half submerged in water with an uneven surface under you. Stairs? The concrete hurts against your body. Your fingers are raw, and they burn even under the water. Everything hurts.
Your hands shake violently as you reach for his shirt and clutch it for dear life. Were you dead? Is he ok?
He pants next to you and presses his forehead to yours ever so gently. We made it. Weāre ok.
You want to thank him, you want to kiss him, you want to cry, but something catches both of your attention.
A cat is watching you through the railing. A little black and white creature that looks so out of place that you have to blink twice to make sure youāre not hallucinating.
Maybe itās some kind of good luck charm. Maybe itās a sign that everything will work out.
Your legs are weak as you half collapse trying to pull yourself out, too tired from fighting the current, shaking from the realization that you would be dead if it wasnāt for this miracle next to you. He catches you and helps you. His touch is comforting, his touch is all you have. Itās warm.
You get your bearings in the city. Everything has gone to shit. Burnt cars litter the street, buildings are broken with long scratch marks on their sides. And itās so quiet.
He stands nearby, looking in the direction the cat is heading.
You look at him. He looks at you.
It would be easy to go your separate ways now. Adios, I guess.
But he holds his hand out to you with wide brown eyes that are wet with tears.
Emperor Geta x male!reader (reader is the general of army)
Warnings -> hurt/comfort, panic attacks (reader), mentions of death and blood, fluff (at the end)
-"We claim this city, for the glory of Rome" you say calmly. Your army, they can't know you hate seeing people suffer for some lands. Lands that will be useless to the actual emperors. Geta and Caracalla. But all you can do is nodding and leading your army. Because it's an order. And a direct order from one of the emperor is something you can't say 'no'. So you just do it, while seeing people being helpless.
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People scand your name. Again, and again, and again. For them you are a hero. A general who knows how to win. How to make Rome happy. How to make the emperors happy.
Hearing this make you feel sick. Stop, stop saying I'm the good one in this. I killed innocent people. A lot of innocent people. You think to yourself while being led to the emperors, who are waiting for you.
As you start climbing the stairs to meet the emperors, you try to stop your hands from shaking. With a big breath you manage to do it before stepping in front of them.
-"Emperor Geta, emperor Caracalla" you say respectfully while bowing a little.
-"General!" Geta says with a smile. "It's an honor for Rome to count you as the general of her army. My brother and I want to congrats you as it should! With games in your honor" No. No more death because of me, please.
-"It would be an honor, sire" Is all you say.
After that, the emperors invited you to take a glass of wine with them. Of course, you accepted.
-"I must say, general, that the rumors are saying the truth! You are a fighter. A winner! You are making Rome proud, general" Geta says while giving you cup filled with wine.
-"I'm just doing my duty"
-"Maybe, but you are doing it amazingly well!" They both smile after Geta said that.
You stand awkwardly in front of them. Stop, stop that.
-"It's an honor to make my emperors happy"
They both smile even more at that.
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I'm not okay. I need fresh air. I can't breathe. People are killing themselves in front of me. Please make it stop.
-"Amazing, right ?!" Geta ask you while looking at the gladiators. His and Caracalla's enthusiasm are quite obvious.
-"Yes, sire"
No, no no no. No it's not amazing. How can you enjoy that?! Please make it stop.
The emperors are obviously enjoying themselves, while you are watching the games blankly.
After what felt days, the fight finally end. With only one gladiator alive.
Everything is too much. The blood, the screams, the light. Everything.
-"Did you enjoyed that, general?"
You turn to the sudden voice.
-"Yes, thank you for that, emperor Geta"
He looks at you for a little longer than necessary before shrugging and nodding.
The games of the day being finished, you return to the palace with the emperors.
-"General, we need to talk about the next battle" Geta says after some time.
-"Alright"
-"Please, follow me"
And you did. You followed him, even if you feel sick and disgusted of yourself at that exact moment.
-"So, if your army goes in that city and.."
Please, stop. I don't want to hear it, no. I know some people will die. It's obvious. People always die. Stop. Make it stop. Enough death for the day. Enough wars for the month. Stop. Stop. Please. It's too much. I don't want to-.
-"General!"
You suddenly blink your eyes before looking at Geta.
-"Wha- oh I'm so sorry emperor Geta. I'm tired and-"
He suddenly grabs you by your shoulders.
-"It's not what I'm asking. Are you okay? You are pale and you are shaking"
This comment makes you realize he was right. You are shaking like a baby deer.
-"I'm okay sire, it's just tiredness."
The look you receive from him says everything. He doesn't trust you.
-"Right."
It's silent for a few seconds before he looks at you and break the silence.
-"You are living an hour away from here, right?"
-"huh.. Yes, why is that sire?"
-"Tonight, you are staying here. You will have your own room for the night."
-"What?! But emperor Geta, I can't accept-"
-"I'm not giving you a choice here, general"
It makes you go silent. It was an order to stay here? Woah..
He looks at you before nodding and walking away.
What just happened?
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You are in your assigned room for the night. It's strange, and you just feel uncomfortable. But you should at least use the comfortable bed to have a few hours of well-deserved sleep. It's been a while since you've slept in security and in a good bed.
The sheets are soft against your hands.
After you lay down, you let yourself think of what happened today. It makes you feel even more uncomfortable. Why did you let yourself became weak in front of Geta? Why?
All this thinking gave you an headache. Great.
Sleep is the better option for now.
You make yourself comfortable before closing your eyes. Soon enough, you fall asleep.
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Please no, it's a child. She doesn't deserve that. No wait, that's her mother. She needs her. No please don't do that. Wait! This old man is still searching his wife, leave him alone. Please stop hurting this young man, he doesn't deserve that treatment for protecting his family. Stop, make it stop. Why don't you understand?! Stop!
-"Wake up!"
You open your teary eyes before sitting in panic.
-"You are safe here, relax. Take a big breath. In and out. Yeah, that's it. In and out. Good, you are doing well."
As you take long and careful breath, you allow yourself to look at the person beside you. Geta.
-"that's it" he says softly before wiping away a single tear on your cheek.
-"I'm sorry for bothering you, emperor Geta.."
-"You have nothing to be sorry of" he sighs before caressing your hair. "Can you tell me what happened?"
You hesitate. Would he thinks you will betray him? Would he thinks you're weak?
-"I don't force you. But I want to know"
-"I.. I had a nightmare. About war. About.. All the innocent lives I took" you look at your shaky hands.
He looks at you before taking you in his arms.
-"I'm sorry, I should have realized how you were feeling. I guess the games of yesterday weren't something you enjoyed?"
Your silence speak for himself.
-"Right.." as he backs away a little, you allow yourself to study his face. He's a really gorgeous man.
-"I'm sorry, I probably woke you up.." you say shyly.
-"No you didn't, don't worry."
You both stay silent for a minute before he wave at you to get up.
-"come with me. We will have a stroll together. Maybe it could help you"
And who are you to refuse?
After you put outside clothes on your inside ones, you follow him.
_"where are we going?"
-"You will see"
Mysterious, right.
After an hour of walk, you see a beautiful place with Rome under it.
-"It's beautiful.."
Geta smiles at that.
-"When the sun will rise, this spot will be amazing. So I suggest we wait for that to happen"
You happily agree as you look everywhere.
-"You know general, you could stop going on the field. You could only give the orders"
You look at him with wide eyes.
-"What?"
-"Well, obviously, the numerous death left you.. Well.. So I thought you could stay in Rome while ordering everyone. You are a good general. But maybe you need some time to let yourself recover from the mental wounds."
What he says seem so.. Real.
-"But how, how could I do that?"
-"We could do it together, and I would approve the plan before you send your army?"
You stay silent for a moment before nodding.
-"It could be temporary only?"
-"Yes. Only the time you need to help yourself"
You think before sighing.
-"I think... I think I could use that. I need time far away from the field."
-"Good. So we will do it together from now"
You nod before watching the sun starting to rise, making a beautiful color on his hair.
-"Thank you, emperor Geta"
-"Call me Geta. It will be quicker"
You look at him in shock before he smiles at you. You smile in return before looking at the city as it starts to wake up.
Hello! Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed! If you liked that, I could do a second part. I don't know yet, but maybe. If someone ask for it, i will probably do it lol.
English is not my first language! I'm sorry for the potential mistakes!
Pairing: Emperor Geta x male!reader [childhood friends]
Summary: You discover that the meaning of love was always in front of you and you were just too confused about how to categorize it.
Notes: IāVE BEEN WAITING THIS MOMENTO TOO. My first OS in, actually, YEARS, i wish itās not that bad. English is not my firts language. Fluff, fluff, fluff. Reader can be Acacius lil brother if you want, that information is not that deep or important. No content warning.
Word count: 1.3k
Love. One word, four syllables. The meaning can vary greatly, it all depends on the person, the type of relationship, the past and present with the person.
You always felt all the word, except in one specific area: romantic. It wasn't something that bothered you, nor did it matter much to you. You had your best friend and that was the only thing that mattered to you. But you grew up and understood that what you had felt for your best friend all your life was not friendship.
You felt true friendship whenever you saw his brother: Caracalla. When you played together you always had a good time with him, without any kind of upset in your stomach. Something that always happened to you when you were with Geta.
You could say that he stole your heart instantly since you met when you both were kids.
Right now you were watching him, you were sitting on some stairs out of sight of anyone, with the little privacy that being in a palace could give you.
He had his elbows resting on his knees, talking about something while looking ahead, feeling somewhat animated. You, on the other hand, had your elbows resting on the staircase and had your gaze fixed on him.
You carefully observed the way his lips moved, the small gestures he made with his hands to give a little emphasis to his explanation.
He realized that you were not answering his questions and he turned slightly annoyed for not getting your answer, he thought you were ignoring him. Your eyes met and stayed there for seconds, but it seemed like hours, even days.
"Why don't you answer me?" He spoke, staring at you.
God, how could you never notice the way his eyes looked at you was so unique? It made your heart skip a beat, creating a tickling sensation around your entire stomach and rising up to your chest.
āI like you.ā The words slid off your tongue sweetly and reached his ears in the form of a melody. One he wanted to hear for the rest of his days.
They stayed silent, neither of them saying anything and their gazes never leaving each otherās. It felt like being in hell and heaven at the same time. It felt like being alive.
āI like you too.ā The corner of his lips curved into a small smile, just as your expression lightened, causing the tension that neither of you knew had been there to go away.
Everything felt lighter now, and being alone felt more intimate than ever before.
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The two of you walked through the palace at a fast pace, giggling here and there. Holding hands and hiding, so that no one would see you. You came to a small intersection where there were three possible hallways. You both shared a look and Geta quickly yanked your hand away to start running again, this time to his chambers.
When you reached his chambers, you two abruptly lay down on Geta's bed and began to laugh uncontrollably. The laughter echoed off the walls, but it didn't matter. At that moment, the outside world seemed as distant as the stars.
Lying next to each other, you tried to calm your breathing as your eyes went to the ceiling, although you couldn't help but look away from it and look at Geta. He had his eyes closed, with a peaceful expression that he rarely showed in public. In the palace, he always carried the burden of being watched, analyzed, and judged, but here, in the privacy of his room, he seemed different. More human. More... yours.
He turned to you suddenly, catching you staring again. He smiled mischievously, that smile that seemed made to disarm you.
"What?" he asked softly, though his eyes shone with more than just curiosity.
"It's just..." you began, but the words caught in your throat. You didn't know how to express what you felt without making it seem insignificant or exaggerated.
He waited, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers naturally. That action gave you the courage to continue.
"It's just... being here with you feels good. More than good, actually. It's like everything else fades away, like nothing else matters."
"I'm afraid of growing up and having to be apart. I don't want to follow Father's wishes. I hate that he forces me to be a general like my brotherā¦"
Geta didn't say anything at first, he just stared at you, with a mix of tenderness and something that seemed like pride. "You're really bad at keeping things to yourself, you know? But that's something I like about you. You've always been honest with me."
His thumb began to trace slow circles over the back of your hand, and although his gesture was gentle, you felt it light a fire inside you.
"I'll always be honest with you, Geta," you promised quietly.
He nodded, as if that statement was enough to sustain everything you were secretly building. Then, unexpectedly, he moved closer, his lips brushing yours so gently that you almost wondered if it had been real.
But there was no doubt. It had been real. His kiss, brief and full of promise, was enough to make you forget the entire world.
"Promise me something," he whispered, barely pulling away enough to speak.
"Anything."
"No matter what happens out there..." Geta nodded, indicating the doors that separated his world from the others, "we'll always be together in here."
You stared at him, your heart beating so hard it almost hurt. "I promise."
That moment was etched in your memory like a silent pact, an alliance that no palace intrigue could break.
From then on, laughter, furtive touches, and stolen kisses became your refuge, a spark of love that burned brighter in the shadows of power.
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The years passed, and although life in the palace was not easy, your bond remained. There were moments of tension, danger, doubt, but you always returned to each other, as if gravity itself united you.
Geta and his brother ascended to the throne, carrying the responsibilities of an empire on their shoulders, and you were at their side. Though, to be honest, you were always more at Geta's side, not as an official advisor, but as the invisible pillar that held him up in the moments of greatest uncertainty. In public, you were close allies; in private, you were two souls intertwined, sharing a love that neither power nor time could erode.
One night, in one of those strange moments when you could be alone, you found each other in the palace gardens. The stars shone brightly above you, and the air carried with it the scent of night flowers. The night was perfect, one where the wind blew just to make the landscape more beautiful. Geta took your hand, just like he did when you were teenagers, and looked at you with the same intensity as the first time you confessed your feelings.
"If I were born again," he said quietly, "I would look for you in any life, anywhere. It will always be you."
You couldn't help but smile, feeling your chest fill with warmth. "And I will find you, no matter how many times it takes."
The two of you drew closer, sealing your promise with a kiss beneath the endless sky. It was a love that had begun with furtive giggles and shy glances in your teens, and had now grown into an eternal bond, something that no emperor, enemy, or fate could break.
Geta was so much more than an emperor, and you were so much more than his lover. You were proof that even in a world ruled by power and politics, true love could flourish and endure.
Together, you faced life's challenges, knowing that as long as you had each other, there was no battle you couldn't win.
sooo- nobody is doing an emperor geta x male reader, SO, I'm that one. Please give me prompts or request or smth like that and I'll write it. PLEASE, JUST DON'T GET THIS FLOP. I know there's a lot of people wondering an emperor geta x male reader too
Not only does he have to deal with the very present reality that Caracallaāhis only real family and friendāis suffering from an incurable disease, but heās woken with a start to discover that his most trusted and prized general was plotting a coup against him. I donāt think Acacius has the heart to actually kill the young emperorsāto dethrone them and put them in prison seems more his speed. But Geta doesnāt know that. For all he knows Acacius just conspired murder against his brother, as coups usually result in the murder of the head.
Geta is stressed out of his mind. He canāt trust his military, he canāt trust his senate, he canāt even feel safe in his high tower without armed Gladiators nearly killing him. He canāt even really trust the Praetorian either since their loyalty is literally based off of if they think youāre a good emperor or not, and from what we know that remains up in the air. So threats are coming at him from all sides and he feels as though heās the only one who can truly protect his brother. Thereās nothing he can really do against the conspirers, thereās nothing he can do about Caracallaās mental descent, thereās no one he can ask for help, no one who can fix this for him. Heās on his own completely. And just when he thinks heās received a warm helping hand, that same hand grabs his brotherās wrist and āguidesā Caracallaās knife into his jugular. Imagine how heartbroken he was in those final moments. Your new friend who you thought you could actually trust, turns the most important person in your life against you in order to brutally murder you. Wow.
Even with all the power, with all the might of Rome, Geta was powerless. Powerless against his father, powerless against his brotherās aggressive disease, powerless against the people of Rome, powerless against his own gluttony and poor choices. This man has probably never felt less safe, if heās ever truly felt safe and at peace at all since heās been crowned.
RIP Emperor Caracalla, you would've loved to play Minecraft and laugh your ass off every time Geta died by falling into the lava, losing his diamonds in the process.
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