#Gladiator AU

[angellilou-art]

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#ineffable romans #good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #good omens merch #ineffable idiots #crowley #angellilouart #digital art #aziraphale #aziracrow #gladiator au

[green-eyedfirework]

Slade heard the shouting first.  Not many people ventured here, Slade had managed to secure himself a prime position in exchange for being one of the Arena’s best gladiators.  A cell that was more of an apartment, most all the luxuries he wanted, food and pretty slaves and good fights.  He’d killed the last master who’d ordered him to lose a match, and his new one had learnt that lesson well.

There was little more that he needed from life.  Talia knew that a content gladiator was a loyal one, and unlike her father, she’d cultivated that loyalty well.

“Please—Talia—stop—” a younger voice on the edge of desperation, and at least three sets of footsteps.  Slade straightened off the bench and moved towards the front of his cell.

“You know better than that, Richard,” Talia’s voice was coldly amused, “You lost a fight to one of mine, and the Arena voted life.  That means I own you now.”

“Bruce will buy me back!” the voice insisted stridently, “Talia, please—”

“I find myself not exceedingly fond of my beloved at this moment,” Talia said dismissively, “And you will serve far better as a gift.”

“No—”

The footsteps reached the front of his cell, the curtains drawn back to leave only open bars, and Slade watched as his owner stepped into view, poised and calculating as always.  “Slade,” Talia smiled, eyes dark and satisfied, “How are you today?”

“Well,” Slade replied noncommittedly, far more interested in the struggling figure pinned by two guards, “I didn’t realize I’d earned a gift.”

“This particular one fell into my lap,” Talia’s smile grew wickeder, “And I have no need for a gladiator that loses fights, so I might as well use him as a favor.”  That was when the struggling figure jabbed an elbow into the stomach of the guard to his left and made a break for it.

Unfortunately for him, the guard recovered quickly, and made a sharp swing of his staff at the bandages that wound down one leg.  The unfortunate gladiator crumpled with a strangled shriek.

“Come now, Richard,” Talia said, her expression twisted with distaste, “At least try to lose gracefully.”  The guards yanked the limp figure off the ground and dragged him closer to the bars, and the spark of interest at the familiar name coalesced into sharp coldness at the sight of tan skin and dark hair.  Locks of it draped across that bowed face, as though Slade wouldn’t be able to recognize the man that had killed his son.

Talia read the simmering fury across his face.  “He’s yours,” she said softly, watching him, “To do with what you wish, for however long you wish to keep him.  His fate is yours.”

Richard Grayson made a barely perceptible sound.

Talia moved forward to unlock the cell and waited as the guards dragged Grayson closer before snagging the young gladiator’s chin.  “Your master needs a reminder on what happens when he spites me,” she murmured, “Your body will do quite nicely.”

Slade couldn’t see what Grayson did or said, but he saw Talia’s fingers tighten, nails biting into skin, before she let go and stepped aside to let the guards throw Grayson inside the cell.

Slade didn’t move.  Not as the guards retreated and Grayson pushed himself up to standing.  Not when Grayson pressed himself back against the bars, fingers tightened into fists as the click of the lock echoed in finality.  Not as footsteps receded, out of sight and out of hearing, as the beaten gladiator cowered in the corner.

Grayson looked gray.  His expression was fractured and his clothes were dusty and torn and he had one arm pressed to his chest in a way that indicated either an injured arm or broken ribs.  Possibly both.  The other arm was tensed, ready to lash out, despite him wavering on his feet.  One leg had bandages from calf to thigh.

More than all that, he looked small.  Exhausted and trembling and gaunt, like someone recovering from an illness, nothing like the snatches of the golden favorite of the Arena that Slade caught from time to time.  Not too many, no one was stupid enough to let Slade and Grayson in the same room, and especially not the kid’s previous master, but Slade remembered watching his son bleed out on the Arena sands as a sweaty, bloodstained, gleaming young gladiator lifted his dual swords to a wave of cheers that shook the entire stadium.

It wasn’t something he could forget.

“Who knew that the little bird would fall,” Slade said, low and cold, stalking out of the shadows.  Grayson pressed further into the corner but there was nowhere to go, blue eyes flitting around the cell like something would save him.  “You must’ve heard the story of the boy who flew too close to the sun.”

“Slade,” the kid’s voice was passably level, eyes wide and locked on him, “I—I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” Slade arched an eyebrow, “Sorry that you killed my son?  Sorry that you built a career that started by defeating the Ravager?  I didn’t see regret when you stood over my son’s cooling corpse, I saw triumph.”  Grayson swallowed, expression fracturing further.  “You’re only sorry that you’re locked in here with me.”

“Slade—”

He didn’t give Grayson a chance to spout off pretty words—apparently he had a talent for being charming, a talent for making friends.  There were a group of them, young, puffed-up gladiators, that fought on the sands like it was their own.  Excellent, trained fighters.  And cocky and arrogant to boot.

Slade had always hoped for the chance to meet Grayson on the sand.  To have the fight he’d been itching for for years.

This was almost as good.

Grayson ducked at Slade’s telegraphed punch, pushing off the bars and twisting past Slade to stumble deeper in the cell.  Slade turned to follow him, noting his unsteadiness and adjusting his speed accordingly.

The fun was in playing with his food before he destroyed it.

Grayson was talented.  With dual short swords in his hands, and preternatural flexibility, he had gone undefeated for years.  He was masterful at twisting out of the way of strikes, all speed and deadly grace, and even with an injured leg he kept his balance well.

But he was unarmed, his right arm was clearly paining him, and he’d looked ready to drop even before the fight had started.  Even drawing it out, it wasn’t long before Slade grabbed his wrist from a poorly executed punch, and wrenched.

The kid went down with a choked gasp, clutching his shoulder as he landed hard on his knees.  Slade gave him three seconds before slamming a kick into his side—the kid made a harsh, punched-out sound and toppled over.

“Pathetic,” Slade noted, standing over the panting young gladiator, “The golden Nightwing, lying broken in the dust.  A fitting legacy of a boy that tried to fly too high, too fast.”

Grayson set his expression into a snarl and tried to lever up.  Slade ground a foot into the bandaged leg and Grayson collapsed with a strangled sound, trying to claw away.

“If only Grant could see you now,” Slade murmured, “He had a talent for humiliating his opponents.”  What his son could’ve done with a broken bird at his feet—but Grant had been cocky, and Grayson had been smart, and Slade had to watch from the stands as his son gurgled out his last breaths.

Grayson stared up at him with a facade of defiance, half-curled up on the ground.  “Spare me the monologue and just kill me already,” the kid snapped, his snarl unable to hide the waver in his tone, “There isn’t an audience to entertain here.”

Cute.  Slade would take great pleasure in watching that break.

“No, there isn’t,” Slade agreed, and reached down to haul Grayson to his feet and shove him back into the center of the room.  “There’s no one to entertain here.”  He smiled, slow and sharp.  “Just me and you.”

The mask of defiance cracked, and for a moment, the only thing in Grayson’s eyes was terror.

#my snippets #sladick #gladiator au

[frogchiro]

Omg the gladiator ghost got me thinking about him winning a fight and cutting off his opponent’s head and holding it out towards reader’s direction BUT LIKE in a “cat bringing its human prey as a gift” kind of way” to show off his prowess and not intending this gesture to be threatening 😭 and bbygirl ghost not realizing he might be spooking reader a bit !

Just him starting to show off hoping reader will see him at the coliseum got me acting unwise 😭

He definitely would pull this! Gladiator Ghost is a formidable and fearsome warrior who doesn't fear anything and the moment he notices his favorite little lady sitting in one one of the boxes reserved for nobility in the coliseum like the perfect flower she is, he immediately gets the urge to show off as much as he can, his prowess and how strong and powerful he is!

You always flush and wave your embroidered fan a little faster, to the great amusement of other young ladies, when you see the gladiator's broad and bulky body glistening with sweat and you swear to the gods above that you always catch Ghost looking at you through the opening in his helmet.

One such instance was memorable in particular when Ghost got a little 'too much' into the fight, not to mention he was horny and frustrated because he couldn't get the image of you soft, plump body out of his mind but due to privacy reasons (or rather lack of it) he couldn't exactly jerk off in the barracks so now he was hormonal and pent up :(( The one good thing was that you were sitting perfectly poised next to your lady and watched attentively as he fought twice as hard for you to see but on the other hand it meant he also got more erratic and brutal, his primal instincts telling him to show off his prowess in battle and strength, to show that he'd be the perfect material for a partner and fathering your offspring-that got him a little too heated and before he and everyone else knew it, he sliced his opponent's head clean off and Ghost was grabbing it and marching towards the box where you sat to show it off :((

What he didn't expect and didn't intend at all was for you to get quite a bit frightened at the brutal and bloody display, and as much as the sight of Ghost covered in sweat and blood was appealing, the severed off head was not and now the gladiator was angryat himself that he upset you :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #gladiator au #gladiator!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader

[resunke]

rare moment of the affectionate Ravage

he is grateful Rodimus saved him and Megs from Unicron

#maccadam #megatron #rodimus #megarod #mtmte #lost light #transformers #humanformers #gladiator au #my art

[darkxsoulzyx]

Magma Doobles!!

Gladiator AU by @just-a-drawing-bean

Muses AU by @starrspice

I LOVE BOTH THESE AUS SO MUCH AND HAVE BEEN BRAINROTTING ABOUT THEM IN THE BACK OF MY MIND EVER SINCE I JOINED THE DCA FANDOM 💞💞💞💞

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf fandom #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare au #daycare attendant x y/n #magma doodles #muse au #gladiator au #GOD I WISH THERE WAS MORE ABOUT THESE TWO STORIES #THE CONCEPTS ARE SO BANGER GUYS #I WILL MAKE SO MUCH FANART JSUT WATCH #DRUMMER YN MY BELOVED #GLADIATOR DCA MY BELOVED

[garbagechocolate]

Moonman!!!

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[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

When Weiss and Blake offer Jaune to train in different ways from Pyrrha.he accepts since he does want to learn new things. Problem is that what they plan on doing with him... it is less training and more working together to win him over from the others. To the point that after the three leave the gym hours later... the two girls putting back on their gym clothes definitely implied something happened there. Especially with how they tease their master.

(2-Koma) (Seduction) (Implied Sex)

When he Weiss and Blake told him that they were going to teach him a new combat technique. He was excited about the new technique from the ex-heiress and former White Fang agent who were skilled and experienced in combat which made him eager in learning from them.

But…

“You are going to learn some grappling techniques, Master~” Weiss said with a smile as she eyed him.

“A lesson you are going to need in the future with certain opponents in mind.” Blake said cat-like smile as she placed her hand on her broad hips.

“…”

X-xx-X

“Do you heard that?” Ying asked her younger sister who was walking with her.

“Hear what Sis?” Yang asked looking at her carbon copy with a curious expression.

“The sound of flesh hitting flesh and…moaning?” Ying said with a bewildered expression.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby whiteknight #rwby knightshade #rwby grey knight #ot3 #jaune x weiss x blake #fusion au #fusion au prompt #slavery au #Slavery au ask #slave au #slave au ask #combat slave au #combat slave au ask #gladiator au #gladiator au ask #2koma #seduction #implied sex #slight lemon

[bi-wan]

Emperor x Gladiator AU

@ragnarlothcat and I came up with this last year 💜 and I’m adding the piece I did in that moment to show the progress I’ve had!

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #gladiator au #cam.png

[rhosmeinir]

Fic drop! AVĒ IMPERĀTOR is a Gladiator/Emperor AU inspired by @angellilou-art, whose incredible art you see here (used with permission).

Summary: A renowned gladiator known as the Serpent, Crowley finds himself in the service of Aziraphale, emperor of all Rome. Having been ripped from the ludus where he served as doctore, he is not pleased at this turn of events. But the emperor is not what Crowley expected, and in turn, Crowley is not what he seems. How will this oddly matched pair navigate the strange waters of their newfound life together?

#good omens #gomens #aziracrow #ineffable Romans #gladiator au #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #fanfiction #fanfic

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Hi! I like your art! The expressions are just sooooo nice.

Could I maybe, possibly interest you in drawing Sun wearing an ancient Rome gladiator's outfit? 👉👈🥺

Thank you!! This suggestion was magnificent, you got me thinking

What if Gladiator au?

Some random ideas. Sun is the champion, an absolute brute. He’s got the skills and the “battle scars” Moon doesn’t really do much fighting since Gladiator fights happen in the daylight. So at night moon fixes them up and repairs their signature weapons and armor. Not much is known about sun or moon as they keep to themselves. Not even that they are the same entity. People just don’t know where Sun goes at night and most people don’t ever even see moon he’s kind of a nobody, a myth. Although Sun does the fighting, moon has the same skills and helps sun in battle. Their duel ai is part of the reason they’ve not lost a battle yet.

#sun fnaf #sundrop #fnaf #security breach #fnaf au #gladiator au #gladiator sun #i should draw moon too #ask response #bean art

[fuzzygoblin]

@angellilou-art @goodomensafterdark

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, Alternate Universe - Human, Emperor Aziraphale, Dubious Consent, Gladiator Crowley, Blow Jobs, Massage, Kissing, Food Kink, Ineffable Smut War, Do you know what a strigil is?, Never look at grapes the same way, Crowley's Love Language is Acts of Service (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), POV Crowley (Good Omens) Summary:

The newly instated Princeps, Emperor Aziraphale, Glorious Supreme Commander of the Senate and the People of Rome has observed the Thraex gladiator Crowley, known as the Fallen, for some time in the bloodthirsty fighting arena of the Colosseum. On a day where Crowley claims victory in the arena, he is summoned by Emperor Aziraphale to join him in his private bathing chambers. Crowley, enslaved and forced to compete in the arena, has grown in popularity among the citizens of Rome. Ultimately seeking his freedom from servitude, Crowley wonders where the emperor's interest in him stems from...

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[angellilou-art]

Emperor Aziraphale takes care of his gladiator~

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[frogchiro]

I hope I’m not bothering you with my ancient greek mythology stuff my little brain is going into overdrive👉👈

Just…sculptor/painter reader using the gladiators as her nude model…running your hands over their muscles and gushing how strong they are and how amazing your latest piece is going to come out!

You don’t even notice they’re getting hard as you run your fingers over their adonis belt commenting how they’re your new muse for your art

I almost (s)creamed the moment I saw this ask nonnie dear you're a genius ;;

Also I feel the need to mention this; please do keep in mind that this is only my silly au and most probably will have historical inaccuracies so if you're a true history/ancient greece/roman enjoyer, please go mild on me ;;

But back to the drill...You are so right??? Like...I imagine that reader would be a young, aspiring artist with a knack for painting. Maybe she doesn't come from a wealthy family so any true school for it is out of the question, your own parents only came along when you started selling your painting and doing commissions for nobles and it actually started to bring in money. Your road to success is still long but you're managing! Plus you're 'stupidly determined like your father' as your mother says so you try to stay positive!

The one problem you had was something you believed many artists suffered from; inspiration and models. Specifically human models. The human body and physique fascinated you from an early age, the moving muscles, facial expressions to different stimuli and so much more but...the problem were the models, or rather the lack thereof.

You could probably hire someone but the money spend on that would be way too much for your limited budget so the next best thing was the coliseum! It was a blessing in poor disguise, the gladiators trained there almost daily and luckily the head keeper of the arena begrudingly let you stay there and practice in exchange for a satchel of money but to be honest...the practice wasn't the only thing you longed for when visiting the coliseum almost daily, it was the gladiators.

They were huge, burly men in their prime, all of them looking like they were born with a sword or spear in hand and to grow up to become warrior and you'd be lying if you said that warmth didn't spread through your body and centered in your lower belly whenever these big, loud and boisterous men didn't call out for you and purred in dripping, low voices how pent up they are and what they wouldn't give for a pretty soft thing like you :((

The worst (or best) part was when you were practicing nude drawings which were equally fascinating and hard to draw, especially with all these men being so...shameless with it. You loved the human body, all artists do but still you were a young lady and watching all the gladiators walking around the barracks all naked and proud was...an experience to say the least and brought a pang of warmth between your thighs, especially when they were so happy to parade themselves like proud stallions in front of you :((

Strong, toned bodies glistening with sweat and water, their hardening cocks proudly on show whenever you run your soft hands over their toned torsos to study the way muscles move and twitch whenever you run your fingers over a sensitive spot, the most reactive being two of the many foreign gladiators, Johnny or like he insisted to be called 'Soap' and Kyle or 'Gaz', like he wants to be called.

These two are always purring low withing their chests to you as you look all over them, their backs, chests, stomachs, making you promise to do a special commission only for them but you're just nodding dumbly because you're too transfixed on the god-like bodies to draw :(

Another gladiator you're very fond of is a huge, blonde foreigner named Simon, or 'Ghost'. A formidable warrior, a veteran for sure, it looked like Ares himself send this one here to grace the people with a demigod of war. He was always incredibly patient with you, letting you roam your hands over his body and all the numerous scars decorating his skin. Once you saw Simon up close you immediately realized why people called him a demigod-he was beautiful. A strong and powerful man in his prime, his muscles jumping and twitching beneath his thick skin and a layer of fat, power and virility was literally radiating off of this man, and you insistently tried not to look at the long and thick cock hanging between his legs, twitching and pulsating with arousal whenever you marveled over his body and your fingers ran over his adonis belt <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #THANK YOU FOR THIS #i could go on for hours ;; #gladiator au #gladiator!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader

[resunke]

human! Megarod for my Gladiators AU

Megatron was kidnapped as a young man by bandit leader Unicron. They forced him to become a gladiator. While in captivity, he met Soundwave and they became friends. Little Ravage was bought to be an exotic entourage at gladiator fights and later they wanted to get rid of him, but thanks to the stubbornness of Megatron and Soundwave, he survived. Their goal was to kill Unicron. Megarton made several attempts but always failed. Soundwave was able to contact government official Ultra Magnus and tell him about their longterm slavely and Unicrons base location. Ultra Magnus sent the team which was managed by Rodimus to destroy Unicron. He found a beaten Megatron in Unicron's room, where he had left him after the scandal. Megatron was waiting for Unicron with a gun, but it turned out that Rodimus did all the work for him. They were in the hospital after that. Soundwave silently confused because didnt think that govement will help them, and Megatron lost his main goal in life - to kill Unicron. Having been slaves for a long time, Megatron and Soundwave are poorly socialized and unhappy. They are forgot how to live in normal world, and they understand it. They have a long road to recovery, but fortunately they are getting help.

#transformers #maccadam #humanformers #megatron #rodimus prime #megarod #tf ravage #gladiator au #my art

[phonydiaries]

Show us some good entertainment Victory's your only payment Gladiator, gladiator

#puppet midriff cause I said sooooo #he's giving them a good show I'm sure #Lies of P #LoP #Lies of P fanart #my art #gladiator au

[garbagechocolate]

Gladiator au vs my inability to draw muscles

the latter wins

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