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⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚ synopsis: while reminscing on his father, geta knows he will never hurt his child. (621)
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚ contents: short n sad, mentions of abuse, whipping, julia domna is a bad mom in this.
⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⋆ ˚: geta x daughter!character
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sometimes, geta still awakes in a cold sweat. it's rare for him, especially with his child nearby, but sometimes he cannot help it.
the rain patters against palatine violently, thunder crackling in the sky as his child sleeps like a lamb next to him, chest rising and falling as she sleeps through the storm.
yet geta is wide awake.
chills run down his back as he sits up, pulling his robes tight, careful not to awake his child. he's sure if he walked out into the halls of palatine, he'd find caracalla in a similar state of disarray, sharing in the same terror.
back when they were just small children, unburdened by the responsibilities of emperors, caracalla's mind untouched by the disease that affects him so, their father would run rampant throughout palatine's halls.
their father used to believe that if it stormed in rome, with thunder and lightning storming down, it would mean that he had angered the gods.
and their father was no kind man.
their father was known for his violent tirades when it stormed, cursing and screaming to the gods, daring them to go against him. their mother would leave them to fend for themselves, running off into palatines' rooms when the storm began, leaving them behind.
geta can still remember hiding with caracalla as their father ran rampant through palatine, a whip clutched in his hand. often, they were able to avoid the man, as his drunkeness often hindered his ability to find them, often taking his anger out on a poor servant who crossed his path.
but sometimes, a cold hand would wrap around their arms and there would be no escape. they'd spend hours being subjected to a too harsh, too cruel hand, waiting for the day to break.
in the morning, geta would feel death creep upon him, it's claws sinking into his chest and dragging him below. he'd hear the cries of his brother, yet he'd be unable to see him, blood in his eyes. he would feel every individual lash of the whip stretching and bleeding as he stood to his feet.
and he would feel anger when their mother returned, ducking her head in shame as her children were led to the physicians. she'd look away when they were stripped of their bloody togas, turn a head as caracalla sought comfort in the arms of one of the concubines.
and now, as he lies next to his own child, geta feels anger once more. he could never imagine laying a harmful hand on his child, nor could he imagine leaving her behind to face one.
how could he be so cruel to a child that has his heart? how could he dare to sink a whip into her skin when she loved him so?
it was unfathomable, a sin of the highest offense.
there was no anger stirring in his gut when he looked at his daughter, no stowed away hatred that bites at his tongue when she walks in front of him, no urge to see her bleed at his hand. his child did not cower at the sight of him during a storm, nor did she fear for her safety in palatine. she did not yearn for food or water.
his child was loved.
so, geta lies back down, stretching a hand out to grasp onto her side, pulling her closer as thunder crackled through rome. he hides his head into the small of her back, reminding himself that there was no one hunting him. later, he will fall back asleep, soothed by the presence of his daughter.
later, he'll awake in the mourning to find caracalla asleep in their room, hiding underneath a table by their balcony.
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Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Son!Reader
Summary: What was Sherlock like a father? Well, something you wouldn’t expect
Word Count: 1,104
Request: @coffeebvster “hullo! first of all, i LOVEEEE your works so much. second, can i request a sherlock × son!reader? you can make it anything you want, it’s up to you. thanks a lot before <3 “
You and your dad were somewhat opposite to each other.
When you had first met John, he was expecting a carbon copy of Sherlock just younger. But, he was pleasantly surprised that you weren’t that similar. Sure, you were insanely smart and your deduction skills were almost polished, Sherlock was very pleased to hear. But, you like to store useless facts just to piss your dad off when something basic comes up.
You enjoyed sports a lot more, unlike Sherlock, in fact, you were heavily invested in your school football team, playing striker and vice captain of your high school team. Yes, you excelled in school, but you never really cared for science as much as your dad. You enjoyed chemistry, but you would prefer music, physical education and art.
was just gonna reblog this bomb ass comic again bc it's a mood but the author's addition is hilarious. this is why your english teachers taught you to find meaning in a text
warnings: strong language, harassment, physical violence, illegal street racing, (let me know if I missed any!)
w.c: 9.5k
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09. The Races
“Okay, you are hands down the worst person I have ever had to teach this shit to.”
You groaned a final time, letting your pencil fall out of your hand and onto the table. You and Porco had spent the past two weeks meeting to study for your calculus class. You really needed to pass this class to finish the year out and dropping the class was not an option. You need to take this next exam before spring break so that you can relax and take a break from school.
“Okay, it isn’t my fault they added a hundred steps just for one number!”, you said dramatically as Porco rolled his eyes. He grabbed his water bottle off the table and drank from it, his eyes still looking at you.
“You’ll fail your exam if you have a shitty mindset.”, he said while smirking at you. You glared at him, your mental words better left unspoken. Though you hated to admit it, Porco had been really helpful the past few weeks, you’d grown used to his personality and his overbearing remarks.
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so like. shadow of the fox fandom r y'all still around
if not, then this is hakaimono (or at least how I saw him while reading) - he's an oni, a smartass, and also really fun to draw, and he's from that book series! check it out if you're into YA that's actually original and delves into Japanese mythology:D
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
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