Got that Emperor Brainrot

✨ad astra per aspera✨

Hi! Call me Angie. This is my side-blog for the Emperor brainrot that’s been plaguing me for months. I also have a big soft spot for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, so I might post some Stranger Things from time to time.

Some of my work is 18+ and will be marked as NSFW.

My writing tags: #prettycallawrites #angiewrites

Open to requests, but please be aware that I may not be able to fulfil them with my current schedule!

Masterlist

Emperor Caracalla

Caracalla’s Alphabet Headcanons

Caracalla’s Alphabet Headcanons (NSFW)

devotus (Caracalla/Reader)

solatium (Caracalla/Reader)

multam noctem (Caracalla/Reader)

Emperor Geta

Geta’s Alphabet Headcanons

Geta’s Alphabet Headcanons (NSFW)

consilia (Geta/Reader blurb - NSFW)

pulchellus puer (Geta/Reader)

in ruinas (Geta/Reader - NSFW)

obiurgatio (Geta/Reader)

aspectus (Geta/Reader)

Eddie Munson

Eddie's Alphabet Headcanons

|| multam noctem ||

Pairing: Caracalla/Reader

Summary: Your husband demands affection from you. You are more than happy to oblige him. (Prompt request)

Word Count: 781

Tags and warnings: Fluff, very brief alcohol mention, Caracalla is a little drunk, no use of Y/N.

It is a rare sight to find Caracalla in bed before you. Most nights are an adventure of trying to find out where he has wandered off to this time, like a convoluted game of hide-and-seek. You have been together long enough now to know his favourite places, and he is easily coaxed back to your chambers with the promise of your embrace - amongst other things at times.

So when you find him sprawled out under the covers and just about undressed for bed as you return from your evening bath, you cannot hide your surprise.

“Wife,” he sing-songs at you with a giggle. “I have saved you the trouble of retrieving me tonight. Are you not pleased?”

EDDIE MUNSON || ALPHABET HEADCANONS

Pairing: Eddie/Reader

Word Count: 2k

Alphabet template by @ the-coldest-goodbye

(Me? An Eddie fan? Shocking, I know. I’m still writing a ton of Emperor stuff, but it’s been a long while since I’ve done anything for Eddie, so here we are!)

|| aspectus ||

Pairing: Geta/Reader

Summary: You are Geta’s favourite. You have no idea how deep his affections for you go. (Request prompt)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags and warnings: Mostly fluff, Geta has trouble expressing how he feels, no use of Y/N.

(I’m really struggling to get through my requests, so bare with me!)

He seeks you out more and more often. You cannot fathom why he seems to favour you, but you do not question it. At first, it was for his own pleasure and no more - he would send you away without so much as a goodbye as soon as he had taken what he had needed from you.

But now, he lingers. He seems hesitant to let go of you. He is no longer as cold as he once was; his fingertips trace the little marks he has left on your skin as if in reverence. There is something in his eyes that you so desperately wish to understand, but to question the Emperor is to defy the Gods.

There was a time when you were pleased by how often you were sent for; now you have begun to dread it. Something has taken root in your heart, something that is now blossoming, in spite of your best efforts. You do not dare to name it.

|| solatium ||

Pairing: Caracalla/Reader

Summary: Sex is not as much of a necessity for you as it is to your husband. You dread being honest with him, but he surprises you with how he responds. (Request prompt)

Word count: 1.1k

Tags and warnings: Ace-spec reader, mostly fluff, Caracalla is a sweetheart when he wants to be, this might be out of character but I Do Not Care, no use of Y/N.

(Another request, thank you so much! I hope it's okay, I did my best with what little brainpower I have right now.)

Marriage to an Emperor comes with its fair share of worries, of this you have always been aware. There is a great amount of responsibility upon your shoulders now where there once was not. While you may not have the same power and influence as an Emperor would, overseeing important ceremonies and imperial affairs are no small feat and often leave you exhausted.

And then there is the matter of your husband.

Since the very first time you met, you have had eyes for no one else. He is like no one you have ever known, nor will you ever meet someone like him again. He lights a spark in you, and you tame the fire in him before it burns too far. You are his night and he is your day. Lunam et solem.

There is one worry, however, that lingers in your mind far beyond any imperial duty.

Today I hit 1000 notes on this little side-blog and honestly I could cry. I’ve been in the Emperor soup since December, but only started posting about three weeks ago (probably long after the peak excitement of it all had settled down), so the fact that people read my fics, leave comments and nice tags, send me requests, actually interact with me and my work, especially when I’m so late in arriving, is just so lovely and I’m very grateful. Thank you all so much ♥️

|| obiurgatio ||

Pairing: Geta/Reader

Summary: You are a tactile person. Your husband is a jealous man. (Request prompt)

Word Count: 892

Tags and warnings: Geta is jealous, reader is tired, they love each other though, mild arguing, fluff, no use of Y/N.

(To the anon who requested this, I hope this is okay! I'm not sure if it's exactly what you had asked for, but my writer's block is still pretty bad and I did my best.)

There are many things that you and Geta do not agree on. Having a level head and raised with siblings, you are often able to rise above petty squabbles, and allow your husband his opinions while you maintain your own.

But there are times when you must draw the line.

Geta has been pacing back and forth across your shared chambers for the better part of five minutes now, turning the same ring around and around on his finger in agitation. You watch him quietly from where you are reclined on the lectus by the window. A light breeze caresses your skin and you are grateful for it, as you can feel a headache quickly building.

“You have embarrassed me,” he says, finally breaking the tense silence.

You sigh. This is not the first time he has said it.

|| in ruinas ||

Pairing: Geta/Empress!Reader

Summary: You interrupt Geta's plans for you, but he's rather good at improvising.

Tags and warnings: Smut (not overly explicit, but it's still very obvious what's going on), exhibitionism, Geta is even more of a nuisance, no use of Y/N. 18+!! Minors please do not interact!!

Word count: 1.4k (approx.)

(My Emperor playlists are entirely at fault for me writing this. I guess this is set in the same world as my last fic? I've proofread it like three times, but I'm tired, so hopefully it reads okay!)

“We do not have time, beloved,” you had said as your husband had sleepily tried to pull you back into his arms.

This morning had been the first in a while that the two of you had been able to enjoy each other's presence for more than a brief moment, and Geta had clearly intended to make the most of it.

“You would deny me,” he replied, his voice still thick with sleep.

“The games begin today,” you told him, slipping yourself free from his grasp, though not without some measure of difficulty. “Are you not excited?”

Geta dragged himself upright, rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to rouse himself.

“I am,” he replied groggily, “Though it is for another reason entirely.”

A laugh escaped you at his words. How sweet in his depravity he is.

It was then that Caracalla had all but burst into the room, brimming with excitement about the games, and no more was said about it.

You are certainly regretting your actions now.

✨I’m opening my inbox to requests!✨

Characters I feel comfortable writing: Geta, Caracalla, Eddie Munson and (maybe) Steve Harrington.

I won’t write anything super graphic, but if you’re unsure, send it anyway and I can decide if I’m comfortable with it!

(What I write might also be quite short and dependant on my current schedule.)

|| pulchellus puer ||

Pairing: Geta/Empress!Reader

Summary: You help your husband get ready for the day.

Tags and warnings: Mostly fluff, Geta is a nuisance and loves his wife, no use of Y/N.

Word count: 1.5k (approx.)

(@getaapologist had made a comment about sitting in Geta's lap and doing his make-up for him and boy did that get me thinking. I hope you don't mind me spinning your idea into a little fic! also ‘pulchellus puer’ more or less translates to ‘pretty boy’, which is so fitting.)

Having rule over an entire Empire is exhausting, to say the very least. Rarely a moment do you have where prying eyes are absent. Even the early rise of the morning is amiss of those quiet moments that are so often taken for granted, now filled with servants rushing here and there to ensure you are perfectly preened and dressed for the coming day.

Almost every moment of your life has been made public in some way, and while you would not give up the life the Gods have been gracious enough to bestow on you, you find yourself missing the small moments of intimacy that you and your husband once shared together.