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rwac96 · 8 months

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Spartan's Lament (RWBY AU)

The Jabberwalker growled as it walked on all fours, it jerked from left to right. The Afteran Predator growls as it stalks through the tall grass of a nearby settlement. The monster muttered one word, an adversary it had encountered some time ago. An opponent that would stand in the way of its purpose. Its tail flicked at the thought of its opponent; a warrior in rusted armor with a broken blade and rusted shield, that sported twin crescent moons.

"K-Knight," The Jabberwalker growled, picking up its foe's scent. "Knight!" It raises its twitching claw, preparing to strike down the interloper.

But, instead, it was pushed down to the ground on its back. The monster twitched and jittered, looking up to see an oxidized spear; green rust with some semblance of copper. Then, it became surrounded by a black aura, much to the Walker's confusion. But, the creature sniffs the air, growling lowly.

"S-Spartan!" The Walker then spots the lance returning to its owner, who caught it easily, the black aura disappearing. "Spartan!"

The armored woman gripped her lance in her right hand, holding an identical oxidized shield with the left. Sporting an oxidized, hypolite helmet, she glared at the Afteran with a pair of emerald irises. Long, red hair fell from behind; some grey can be seen in it. She takes a deep breath, beginning to circle around the Jabberwalker. The Spartan crouches down as the reptilian-lupine beast sprints towards her, then lunges for attack. It was met with a harsh shield bash courtesy of the armored woman, who then tossed it. It cries out in pain as it is struck again, falling down onto the earth as the shield returns to its owner.

"Leave," the armored woman spoke with command, pointing her lance at the dark violet beast. "Now!"

The Walker hissed in protest, raising both claws, not taking the Spartan's warning to heart. The redhead simply sighed, as she then charged toward the beast. Once more, she tosses her lance at the Walker, which smacks the weapon away. She raises her right hand, glowing black, calling back the spear. The Walker sprints toward the redhead, slashing its left claw at her, only to be blacked by the shield. Staggering back and groaning in pain, The Walker was met with a jab to its chest its opponent. She pulls her lance out of the creature's chest, only to jab it repeatedly; causing the monster to roar.

"Back!" She raises her shield, slamming it against the beast's grey masque. "Back, damn you!"

Clutching at one of the wounds, the beast turns around and limps away from the warrior. The Huntress exhaled lowly, turning around to a village in the distance. A village made of paper, a place she has come to call home since falling into this strange land. She begins the long walk back, many thoughts running through her mind. It has been decades since she and the Knight found themselves practically stranded, sent back due to that damned Clock Fruit. The first months after that incident, she was angry with her partner. But, more importantly, she was angry with herself. Angered at the amber-eyed 'Maiden', and angered at the silver-eyed brat, whose plan went wrong.

At this moment, since they found this village filled with paper-like beings called 'Paper Pleasers', they were the protectors of these innocents. But, innocents who always seemed to get themselves into trouble. The Spartan felt like a slave for all of her life, a slave to destiny, a slave to her status as a famed gladiator and celebrity status, a slave to the Old Man's crusade against his scorned lover, and now, a slave to a seemingly suicidal species. As she reached the bridge, she grabbed a hold of her helmet, removed it, and looked down at it.

"How long can I keep this up?" Pyrrha Nikos asked herself, "How long can we keep this up?" She lifted her head up to the blonde knight in rusted armor, pulling a ruby Paper Pleaser from one of the sharp stones.

Then, she looked up to the black sky, seeing four lights coming down. Red, White, Violet, and Yellow; colors that they waited years to see again. Then, the thought of the Walker came to Pyrrha's mind, the Red Prince. Though it had been years since Atlas' Fall, Pyrrha still resented the four, who stranded them in this demented Fairy Tale, who left them to play the roles of the Rusted Knight and the Tarnished Spartan, who left them with a selfish and cruel child known as Alyx. The same child who poisoned her beloved, who listened to that damned cat.

"How...How long can those four stay alive in this mad place?"

(based on the 'Tarnished Spartan' images by @davidellisartworkstuff)

#text post #text prompt #fanfiction #rwby #rwby au #rwby vol 9 #pyrrha nikos #the tarnished spartan #jabberwalker

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tennessoui · 11 months

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yeah ok but a gladiator au where no one is Russell Crowe and Anakin is a gladiator who has been in the arena for years — he’s good. He has lost, obviously and especially when he was first thrown out there, but he’s good, especially as he grows and learns and trains. He’s one of the few gladiators that capture the public’s eye and the emperor’s attention as the perfect representation of The Strength of Rome.

He’s still a slave, he still hates these people, and especially Emperor Palpatine and the senators, but he knows enough to know to play nice, and there is some part of him—trained into him or naturally a part of his soul—who relishes in the violence, the winning, the moments Palpatine will turn his thumb up to the heavens and tell him to kill his opponent.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is a senator who despises the gladiator tradition, but cannot say no to the emperor’s invitation to join him in his seats for Anakin’s next fight. That would be unwise.

It would also be unwise to let his eyes linger on the young gladiator’s form. To ask after him once the fight is over. To attend a party he knows Skywalker will be made to attend, to talk with him in shadows and in secret, to allow his eyes to linger. To find the young man so captivating, so beautiful, so fierce, so strangely both untouchable and touchable. To give the man a reason to fight that isn’t just to win.

#Kit’s silly lil AUs #obikin #I will say I have only listened to 2 podcast episodes about the colosseum and gladiators #and watched the movie #but come on obi-wan screams senator and anakin screams young blood soaked gladiator #I mean I did think of it the other way with like emperors nephew and favorite anakin and gladiator obiwan #but I like this more I think #oh and there’s definitely a tender bandaging scene come on #senator obi-wan sneaks/demands his way into anakins quarters to patch him up #no he insists #no he has no idea what he’s doing he’s never patched up a wound in his life #anakin is endeared

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Si Vis Amari Ama

A Roman Guide to the Daggers

Author’s Note: As previously mentioned, for the sake of authenticity and historical accuracy, the characters in this AU series will be going by Latinized versions of their names. In some cases, that means literal Latin translations. In other cases, I chose popular Roman names that begin with the same letter as the characters’ call signs.

I put this little guide together as a reference so that it’s easy for people to identify each of the Dagger Squad members in this story. I also included a small glossary of Roman terms that will be used frequently throughout the story. I’ll continue to add to it as necessary!

Trust me when I say that I love chatting about this stuff, so if you ever have any questions, feel free to ask!

Gallus (Rooster) - The top gladiator in the private ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Fights in the Thracian style. Originally from Britannia.

Carnifex (Hangman) - A champion gladiator in the ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Fights in the Murmillo style. Originally from Gaul.

Felix (Fanboy) - A champion gladiator in the ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Fights in the Retiarius style. Sometimes paired to fight with Pollux. Originally from Hispania.

Pollux (Payback) - A champion gladiator in the ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Fights in the Murmillo style. Sometimes paired to fight with Felix. Originally from Africa.

Caius (Coyote) - A champion gladiator in the ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Fights in the Secutor style. Originally from Egypt.

Magnus (Maverick) - A former champion gladiator. Earned the title of Rudiarius after being granted his freedom. Magnus now trains the young gladiators in the ludus of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Originally born into slavery in Rome.

Hrodebert (Bob) - A steward in the household of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. Handles money and accounts, particularly accounts related to the ludus. Originally from Germania.

Phoenix - A slave girl in the household of Atticus Cornelius Juventus. In addition to daily household chores, assists the ludus’ medicus, Titus in the care of wounded gladiators. Originally from Greece.

Key Roman Vernacular:

Ludus - A gladiator school

Lanista - The manager of a team of gladiators

Medicus - Doctor or physician

Dominus - Master (titled used by slaves for the male head of household)

Domina - Mistress/Lady (title used by slaves for the female head of household)

Pugiones - Daggers (the nickname used by Atticus Cornelius Juventus for his champion gladiators)

Rudiarius - A gladiator who has earned his freedom

#si vis amari ama ⚔️#Ancient Rome AU #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #the dagger squad #a roman guide to the daggers

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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day 25

♡Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) x Choi Jongho

♡Genre: smut with no plot

♡Au: gladiator

♡Word Count: 1,947

♡Warnings: roman slavery, strength kink, size kink, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, oral (f receiving), breast play, spanking, threesome, spit roasting, deep throating, auralism, cum eating, penetrative sex with no barrier, mfm orgasms

♡Rated: 18+ MDNI

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Pegging, KHJ | Next Day~ Omegaverse, KHJ

♡Dedication~ @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the unholy trinity beta team. @starbvrryhwa peep at the readers name 😘

You walked around the villa with a tray full of wine goblets with ease. You had been trained your whole life to be graceful and careful, as the personal slave of the Domina. This estate was where gladiators were born. Slaves were acquired, trained and churned out in the arena with great success. This is how your Dominus acquired most of his wealth and prestige.

Hence, the large party that was being thrown. A roman dignitary was in town and your Dominus was more than eager to impress the Senator. Perhaps if the Senator grew interested in the man that groomed gladiators, your Dominus could receive the senator's patronage, increasing his wealth and prestige even more.

“Petal, come here,” Your Domina summoned you from across the open courtyard.

You weaved your way through the crowd to come to the side of your Domina. “Yes, Domina?” You replied sweetly.

“I require your services, Petal.” Your Domina looked you straight in the eye. “The senator has certain tastes that he wishes fulfilled. We would put on a demonstration for him.”

You perked up. As you had grown up here, you enjoyed watching the gladiators. “Shall there be a demonstration of power?” Not to mention, seeing the men with their greased up muscles put on display was a pleasure on its own.

Your Domina shook her head. “No, Petal. He is looking for a demonstration of carnal activities.”

You cocked your head curiously, “Do you want me to stand by his side in case he needs more wine?”

Your Domina cupped your cheek. “No, sweet girl, I am wondering if you would like to participate. The senator has requested two of the most built gladiators but he wishes for a woman of small stature between them. Would that please you? It will be a public display, so you must keep that in mind.”

Your eyes hit the dusty floor. “Who are the gladiators?”

“Yeosang and Jongho,” Your Dominia replied immediately.

You gasped in delight. “Oh, but they have such pretty muscles!”

“I would not ask this of you if I did not think you were up to the task. I know it is not a typical request for you, but it would please the senator if you took part. If not, I can pretend you are sick with having snuck some sips of wine. It matters not to me either way.”

You were so thankful to have a Domina who cared for you. Not all slaves were so lucky.

“Domina, I will do it,” You said with increased fervor.

“Are you sure, Petal?” Your Domina checked one last time. When you nodded, she smiled in thanks.

The set up was a simple one: a chair was set up for the senator and then a pile of blankets and pillows were laid out in the courtyard before him. You nibbled on your lip, eyes searching for the other two that would join you. Jongho had a stoic face, pulling and tugging on his armor. A servant with a jug of oil was begging him to let them remove his armor and apply it to his skin but he was ignoring them. Yeosang was laughing and joking with a few nobles as a servant ran their hands up and down his arms to oil them up. The two couldn't have been more different and yet… They were still gladiators of the arena, ones worthy of note and prestige.

Your Domina clapped her hands and smiled as if she was on stage putting on a great comedy. “Ladies and Gentlemen, due to our esteemed Senator, we have some entertainment for you this evening.” The remainder of the watchers gathered closely, their whispers settling into quiet curiosity. “You watch our gladiators work in the arena, muscles gleaming from sweat and blood, but we wish to give you a more intimate view; one in which their muscles will still do the work, but perhaps using ones that aren’t necessary in the arena."

You walked into the center of the blankets and pillows. The senator sat down on his chair and his eyes raked in your small form. "This one pleases me," He announced his approval, deep voice rumbling through the crowd.

Jongho stepped to your side and then Yeosang. Jongho pounded a fist to his chest; a salute to his Dominus, who was at the side of the senator. Yeosang wound an arm around your shoulders and drew you into his body.

"See how tiny my slave is between these mighty gladiators," Your Domina smiled wickedly. "You may begin."

Yeosang reached for your robes first, pulling the ties at your shoulder and it fell to the floor immediately. His lips curved into a smile at the reveal of your body. One of his hands cupped your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pebbled nipple. You whimpered at the direct contact.

"So responsive," Yeosang chuckled.

Jongho's hands curved around your hips from behind. His mouth found the shell of your ear and he spoke lowly into it. "Is your cunt as responsive as your mouth?"

You cocked your leg and allowed access to your lower half. Jongho's fingers played along your lower stomach but only teased your outer lips with light touches. "Do you actually want this?" He teased you.

You nodded but made eye contact with Yeosang. He cupped both of your breasts and squeezed. Your back arched into his touch and another whimper left your mouth.

"See how both the gladiators circle her like they are sizing up a potential opponent," Your Domina spoke.

Jongho's fingers finally dipped to your core and he brought them up to your eye level to show you just how wet you actually were. "Such an eager whore, are we? Is it your first time being shared between gladiators? Do we turn you on that much?"

Yeosang dropped to his haunches, putting his face level with your cunt. "You can entertain her upper half," Yeosang offered, his deep voice going even lower, "I'll take care of this half."

Yeosang threw one of your legs over his broad shoulders and began to lick your cunt like he was starving and you were the first body of water he had come across. His hands kneaded your thighs, showing you how much strength was in his hands and arms alone. Jongho tipped your head back, wrapping his arms around your ribs and lifting you off your feet. You began to exchange sloppy kisses as his hands tickled your ribs. Yeosang was direct to the point, licking your clit and making you moan into Jongho's mouth, your weight settling on his shoulders, neck muscles flexing under your thighs. Jongho, on the other hand, teased the skin under your breasts until you broke the kiss you two were sharing and begged for him to play with your nipples. He simply teased around your areolas, showing how gentle he could be by holding his strength back.

Your Domina ordered for the next part to play out. "And, like every fight, they draw their swords to conquer their foe."

Yeosang set you down to stand up and unwind the clothing around his lower half, revealing a long, curved rod to the audience who began to titter. "Even his phallus is curved as if the gods themself carved him," Your Domina said pointedly.

Jongho didn't remove the hard-boiled leather chestplate he adorned but his arms flexed and his leather skirt dropped to show that he was not as long as Yeosang but thick enough to make you gulp. "He may very well cleave his foe into two," The senator laughed.

Then both gladiators shared your body. Jongho was assigned to your cunt by the senator and Yeosang to settle into your mouth. Even with the aid of being beyond wet, it was still a struggle for Jongho to sheathe himself inside of you. You could hear him hiss and grunt as he held his strength back and waited for you to stop clenching so hard down on him. Yeosang patiently fucked the soft skin of the inside of your cheek, cupping your face and smiling down at you like Adonis. Once Jongho was fully inside of you, he slapped your ass and made you cry out with Yeosang in your mouth still. At your shout, Yeosang began to fuck your throat. The two of them plunged in and out of you with an eager pace.

You didn't know which way was up and which way was down. All you could focus on was the growing pressure in your stomach that Jongho was stuffing you so damn good and then breathing when Yeosang pulled his cock from your throat. Listening to Yeosang's melodic groans as he enjoyed your throat was a pleasure in of itself, especially when you cupped his balls and played with them.

"Look how she takes both of them. That is a direct lesson for all: size never dictates an outcome," Your Domina said with great flourish.

Jongho was breathing heavily behind you, his fingers squeezing your ass and hips at such a pace that you figured that he was just as close to his orgasm as you were. Yeosang was slightly ahead. He grabbed the back of your head and held you down on his length as he spurted down your throat. You didn't even have to swallow, his load simply shot down your throat. He moaned and moaned and moaned as his climax ran through him, making your pussy throb at the noise.

Jongho growled and yanked you off of Yeosang. Yeosang's remaining seed spurted on your face as you braced yourself to move to the floor with Jongho. You had no choice as the gladiator pushed your body to lie face first and his hips snapped into your ass at such a ferocious pace that you felt yourself come undone for him. Jongho shouted in victory, burying his cock deep inside of you and then slowly thrusting through his climax. You were not doing any better, squealing into the blankets and pillows below you, feeling well used.

The senator stood up and clapped. "What a performance."

Your Domina bent her neck in acknowledgement. "Now, like every battle the gladiator fights in his life, there must be a winner. I think the award should be having my beloved slave for the entire night at their disposal."

You had a hard time finding the energy to sit up to see how your fate was about to be sealed but you did so nonetheless.

"Will it be the handsome gladiator who couldn't be built with less perfection," Your Domina raised a hand to Yeosang first. "Or, should it be the animalistic gladiator who was able to find his own release and sent my Petal to her climax as well."

The crowd were loud for both gladiators so it came down to the senator's pleasure. "I think that any gladiator that can bring the person he is with to climax deserves an award."

Yeosang bowed graciously, melting into the crowd while Jongho offered you a hand up. He grinned, making his eyes small. "Seems like you are mine for the evening, Petal."

"If what you just did is any indication for what I can expect until the sun comes up, I would let myself into your cell every night," You proclaimed earnestly.

Jongho leaned in to speak directly into your ear once again. "I will fuck you up against the wall holding you up with just my arms. I will use that sweet pussy of yours like it is just a hole for me to use. You haven't even seen the beginning of what I'm capable of."

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Strength, KYS/CJH | Next Day~ Hybrid, PSH

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cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness · 3 months

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1 - Historical and 19 - Summer Camp for the AU mashup ask game please. I saw them and they kind of… stuck.

My mind immediately went to Gladiator AU and Geraskier. Jaskier, moody young adult that his parents think he is - when in reality he's just an artist, is sent off to his uncle for the summer. They think that helping him with his gladiator school will teach Jaskier some rigidity. I mean, he sure got rigid when seeing all those half-naked men fight and sweat under the sun all day every day for weeks.

This gladiator school is known to have the wolf gladiators, undefeated in the Colosseum. He meets Geralt who's been chewed up and spat out by Destiny and now has to participate in his dominus' extravagant parties/opium-laden orgies on top of fighting in the arena. Of course Jaskier becomes enamoured with him during one of the parties. He wants to give him his freedom, asks for him so he can at least rest, but Geralt is one of the best fighters and his uncle doesn't want to let go of his biggest body-shaped income.

I find that type of "forbidden" relationship interesting, because would a slave have the free will to love a Roman, his master's nephew in this case, would he feel forced to or would he pretend to like him so he can benefit from that relationship? I'm thinking of the show Spartacus where that uneven type of dynamic is portrayed in various ways. As an history connoisseur I always loved the Roman Empire for how fucked up it was but also brilliant, I'm sure it'd make for an interesting AU.

Thanks for asking!

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

#hexlorde #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #twn #not a real summer camp but there's a camp and it's summer so it kinda counts?

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kirishimasensei · 2 years

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what spring does with the cherry trees (part I)

You stay at your godfather’s ludus for the summer, where you meet Bakugou Katsuki, his champion gladiator.

part I | part II

author :: KirishimaSensei (Misha) pairing :: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader word count :: 2.3k tags :: Spartacus AU | adult characters | adult language | descriptions of violence | ancient Roman slavery

i. "How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running..."

Sword meets spear, steel against unyielding steel, sending a symphony of sparks flying from both men’s weapons and onto the sands. You can feel the roar of the crowd around the pulvinus where you sit, the vibrations finding haven in your otherwise motionless body, creeping its way through your heart like desire. But even still, the sound of steel rings in your ears, drowning out all other noises of the arena until all you can hear is sword against spear against shield.

The day is growing late, coloring the sky with a deep magenta glow that signals the approaching dusk. Though the sun is slowly descending, the heat still lays on you like a blanket, surrounding you, warming your already overheated skin as you absentmindedly call for wine.

You startle when you feel a hand at your shoulder. Your thoughts have been intent on the games, but now free from your reverie, you smile up at your godfather and accept the glass offered to you.

“I had not known you were so captivated by the games!” Todroki Enji says, pleased at the revelation, the changes he has seen in you since you were a child.

You have been away from Capua for five years now, and have returned a woman now grown. Your best friend and godbrother, Shouto, had left for school at the same time, as children of a certain age and state do when the time comes. Since then, your father has sadly passed on, your mother long since gone, and instead of staying in Rome with your step-brother and his wife, you decided to return to Capua, welcomed without question into the Todoroki household.

Shouto had decided not to return, staying instead with his own mother to care for her once she was dismissed from his father’s home. You would miss your childhood friend, and although Shouto vowed never to return to Capua, he promised that the two of you would never be too long away from one another.

Being Shouto’s friend, and spending so much time at Villa Todoroki, you have been well acquainted with gladiators and what the sport entails. As a child, you could barely stomach the gladiatorial games, disgusted at the senseless killing, the bloodshed. The skill that the warriors possessed, that you were intrigued by, studying them as they trained in the practice field below the Todoroki Villa balcony. But the idea of forcing someone to kill for sport, that your younger self could not bear.

“I have only now realized their appeal,” you admit before taking a sip of your wine.

You have to hold back a grimace. Not Cestian, you note, but an inferior vino. Next time, you will be sure to request water. You hand the glass off to your body slave and turn your attention back to the display before you.

It is not the games themselves that you have learned to favor, but the gladiators who fought in them. More precisely, one gladiator in particular who is putting on quite an impressive show at the moment, leaving you fixed on the edge of your chair.

The gladiator’s hard body shines radiant beneath the Roman sun, so much that you believe that he must have been sculpted from bronze, carved with thoughtful, meticulous strokes, lovingly crafted by the gods themselves. He is made of strong lines and chiseled plains, wide shoulders tapered down to a slender waist. Powerful arms, stronger legs, a graceful jaw paired with eyes like jewels and lips like sin.

Bakugou Katsuki is the most glorious being that you have ever seen.

“A spectacle isn’t it?” Enji asks you. “Katsuki is well versed in pleasing the crowd.”

“Well versed, indeed,” you reply, though you are not so joyous.

The thought of this match has plagued you since news of it. Katsuki and the undefeated Champion of Capua fighting sine missione – to the death. It was enough to reduce you to tremors. But now, seeing the two before you, your nerves quickly fade, leaving only longing in their wake.

Katsuki owns the arena – the sand beneath his feet, the swords in his hands, the crowds clamoring around him. His opponent will soon be his too. The day will be won and he will be the new champion.

You watch as Katsuki side steps his opponent’s attack, leaving the man sprawled upon the ground. He quickly recovers, though, and lunges for Katsuki who evades the sword meant to pierce his stomach and bends beneath the weapon. He then lands a blow to his attacker’s back, once more sending him to the sand.

Katsuki’s laugh finds its way up to the pulvinus, wrapping around you like a tangible thing. You have heard him speak in the ludus, instructing his fellow gladiators with the right combination of firm demands and helpful guidance. You have heard his voice during practice spars, taunting his opponent with playful banter. You have dreamed of his voice, of Katsuki whispering in your ear as he thrusts inside of you, passionate words made rough and thick. If you were deaf to everything but the gladiator’s voice, still you would be a contented woman.

“Does your gladiator fear nothing?” you ask of your godfather, never taking your eyes off the man in question.

“Katsuki is fear!” Enji says. “See how the Champion of Capua quivers before him!”

And how you quiver, too, now that you can share in your godfather’s mirth, for he spoke the truth. Not but minutes after his declaration, the once champion’s head rolls upon the sands, his body dropping to the ground. You cannot suppress the smile that blooms upon your face as Katsuki’s name echoes through the air, a steady throb trembling throughout the amphitheater, not so different from the one forming between your thighs.

Once back at the villa, Enji takes both you and his wife under each arm. “A celebration is in order!” he announces, pulling you two tightly towards him. “The House of Todoroki will be on every tongue in Capua!”

You smile at your godfather’s rejoicing. A celebration was in order, indeed. Katsuki’s victory in the arena has turned the incessant fire within you into an inferno, one that will not be easily quenched nor sated. The flames lick at your flesh, heating your body with a sultry sheen, so much that you fear your godfather would feel the warmth radiating from your skin.

“Truly this has been a most joyous day,” you reply, moving from Enji’s side, “but I believe it is time for me to retire for the evening. The hour grows late, and I am weary from such blessed excitement.”

“May you have peace in this night of celebration!” Enji’s wife, Kaina says. “Surely the men in the ludus are commemorating their house’s victory tonight as well. I pray the noise does not resonate too loudly in your chambers.”

You give the woman a courteous smile. “A discomfort born free from grievance. The Champion of Capua must be honored, on this, a most splendid day.”

“And what of our champion?” Enji contemplates, to your pleasure. A plan has already been set into motion, one now being carried out so easily without much prodding on your part. “Surely he should be properly rewarded for his showing in the arena,” he continues.

“All the wine he could ask for,” Kaina replies. “I’m sure the others will see that his glass stays overflowing.”

“And women!” Enji says, then turns to his body slave. “See that his bed is overflowing as well!”

You pause to feign thought for a moment before speaking once more. “I could send my slave, Hiroko, to pleasure your champion. Surely a tribute such as she would be most welcome, yet untouched as she is.”

“A generous offer,” Enji declares, clearly approving of your idea, eager to start partaking in his own celebration. “I will send someone to prepare your slave immediately.”

“Oh! There will be no need,” you say, glancing at Hiroko. The girl’s expression is veiled, but you know that you will be chided once in the privacy of your own quarters. You are in no mood for a lecture, but you know that the outcome will be well worth it. You turn back to your godfather, attempting to conceal your excitement. “I will see to Hiroko’s preparations.”

“Do you think this wise?”

You turn and consider your companion. “And of what do you speak?” you ask with mock curiosity.

Hiroko scowls at you, and in turn, you can’t keep the smile from your face. You begin to remove your jewels as you wait for her to answer.

“You think me so dense I cannot see through your schemes?” Hiroko asks you. “I am quite aware you won’t be sending me to the gladiator this night. You plan to go in my stead.”

You laugh, quirking a brow. “You do know me so well.”

And, truly, she does. She knows you better than anyone else, and though you are younger than her, you have known no one longer. And though she is, strictly speaking, your slave, you have a deeper connection with no one else. You two share a similar visage, as well. Lips akin to one another, eyes both of identical shape but of a slightly different color, both beautiful in your own right and similar to those who regard you two only in passing. Some people remark on how she favors you, while most stay silent, all obviously aware of your father’s indiscretion.

But to you, Hiroko is your closest companion. Your slave only by birth and custom. You know your only difference is your mothers’ stations, and for a purpose unknown, the gods have seen it fit to bless you with a proper Roman birth. Hiroko was your sister regardless, and were it that your roles were switched, you know that she would treat you similarly.

“You worry for nothing,” you reassure her, but Hiroko merely shakes her head and begins to assist in undressing you. You give her nose a soft kiss. “Do not be so sullen.”

Hiroko throws her hands up with a sigh and moves away from you. “We could be caught,” she tries to explain, but her concern falls on deaf ears.

You groan in irritation as you remove your clothes and launch the bundled fabric at her. “If someone comes, merely feign sleep. ‘Tis a simple task, carried out time and time over.”

“And what of you?” she asks, walking the clothes to the closet. “You could be hurt! He is a gladiator! He put a man to grass today!”

“And how I trembled as he did!” you reply, smiling at Hiroko through your vanity mirror’s reflection as you take your hair down from your plaits. You cock a brow at her agitated expression. “Would you deny me my one desire?” you continue, pouting.

“Your one desire?” she asks, incredulous. “Never have you desired only one thing. You are a greedy girl and the gladiator will quench your thirst for now, but then eyes will be set upon new conquest. When you have your fill you will leave him as you do all things.”

“No,” you respond, appalled. “No, never. If he were mine, I would never see him from my arms.” Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you smirk. “Or my cunt.”

“The mouth on you!” Hiroko gasps. “Just because you seek to lay with a savage doesn’t mean that you have to behave as such.”

You gasp in displeasure. “Katsuki is no savage!”

“And you know this how?” she asks and you feel your cheeks heating at the words yet unspoken, knowing how they will sound in the ears of your companion. Your thoughts will seem naïve, childlike, but they are so heavy on your tongue that you must speak them anyway.

“His eyes,” you say. “The depths in which are more burning, more crimson, than any flame I’ve ever seen. How I long to gaze into them as he touches me, his war-hardened hands gripping my flesh. His voice, deep and low in my ear.”

“You talk as if in love!” Hiroko says, clucking.

“Nearly so,” you reply.

“You have yet to even share words with the man,” she says, “and now you make declarations of love.”

You don’t respond, not quite knowing what to say, so Hiroko leaves you to disappear into her adjoining room and the returns with a handful of folded clothes.

“Will this suffice?” she asks, unfolding the stola and holding it up for you to see.

It is something Hiroko has not worn in ages, too small and too short, but perfect for you and your purpose. You drape the fabric over one shoulder and wrap it around your waist, letting it fall high on your thighs. You cinch it with a belt of woven gold thread and tassels, then slide your feet into Hiroko’s sandals.

“Come,” she beckons and then she dabs scented oil onto your skin where Katsuki might linger – behind your ears, in the hollow of your throat, the valley between your breasts. She removes the gold collar from her own neck and places it around yours.

“Should I mark your skin as well?” she asks sarcastically, eyeing your ankle. Hiroko’s bares your family’s mark, permanently tattooed to signal her as a slave.

“That seems a bit unnecessary,” you reply, smirking at your companion. “The marks he will leave on my body will be well worn.”

Hiroko rolls her eyes as you smooth down the fabric around your thighs. You admire yourself in the mirror as you speak.

“In any case,” you say, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You of all people should know.”

Before she can respond, you turn around so that your companion may gaze upon your completed appearance. “Do I look a slave?” you ask.

“No,” she says. “You look a Roman in slave’s clothing. As always.”

You smile. “For tonight, it will do.”

i. Pablo Neruda, "Every Day You Play..."

a/n :: I’ve been trying to write this for literal years and I think I’ve found the motivation. But, if you’ve read something similar to this chapter before, no you haven’t :)

Also, I have big plans for this fic, so if you’d like to see more, please let me know!

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha imagine #bakugou imagine #mdni

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One of my favourite things in 40k has to be how the Khorniest of Primarchs, Angron, is also one of the most empathetic. And that is why he is terrifying. This dude grew up in slave pits as a gladiator, had violence-tubes forced into him that made him gain nothing from positive interactions. And still the man held dear his fellows to the point of staging a rebellion and refusing to leave his friends to die when a demi-god asked him to join them. Which made him all the more angry when he was whisked away while his friends died. The moment he returned to his old planet? He sought out the skulls of his friends and made a belt so their skulls would also feel the violence he committed. In many AUs, Angron who did not have the butcher's nails and had a happy childhood is often the nicest of the Primarchs. And given everything I just stated, it is hard to disagree. Angron is not a nice person, nor kind to his legion, nor a good person in general. But it is very hard to disagree with him when it comes to his reasons for joining Horus. It is from that betrayal that he draws his anger and that well is deep and painful.

#angron #40k #body horror //#i'm not saying he is a soft uwu boy #just that he cared deeply for his friends #despite being basically made unable to care by the nails #that he managed to work past the nails to still care shows his core character is far from a berserkker

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Hi, have any sokkla fics recommendations? Thanks!

Of course I do! I'm not sure whether or not you want smut or if you want a one shot vs a multi chapter story so I'll list a bit of all the categories

Prisoners dilemma by PurplePlatypusBear21

In an alternate universe where Mai and Ty Lee betray Azula slightly earlier, Sokka finds the princess trapped in the Boiling Rock, barely clinging to life and sanity. What will he do?

(No smut, multiple chapters, fluff, hurt/comfort)

P a i n t by lotusunset

After Suki's untimely death, Sokka needs to do a little soul-searching. Along the way he finds Azula living in a small town, making a humble living as an artist. He also discovers she's keeping a secret she didn't even know she had.

(No smut if I remember correctly, multiple chapters, hurt/comfort)

Accidentally posted this when I just wanted to edit it and add more fics, please ignore for now

All the pain of yesterday by ButterflyGirl006

Her own body is killing her, and she is so far from home.

Azula falls irreversibly ill and has to make it back home in order to die properly by Fire Nation standards. But home is miles away, and filled with people she doesn't remember.

(no smut, multiple chapters, mostly focuses on Azula and her relationship with everyone around her but does contain Sokkla, hurt/comfort)

Can you handle the heat? by tjlyricz

Wax drizzled over his chest. Azula left a more than a generous amount on his right nipple. Tears pricked the sides of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He refused to give her the satisfaction of breaking him.

"You're a horrible liar, Sokka." Azula tilted the candle again, this time spilling a small stream over his left nipple. She drank in his cry of pain. "I can't help but wonder if you secretly like me treating you like this."

(smut, one shot, tw non-con)

Gladiator by Seyary_Minamoto

In a world where the Avatar wasn't found, the Fire Nation has taken over two nations and they strive to overcome the last one. Water Tribe warrior Sokka seeks to fight for his people's rights, but he's captured by his enemies. His life is no longer in his hands as he fights as a Gladiator, and his fate will eventually depend on the Fire Nation Princess, who needs him for her own ends...

(eventual smut, multiple chapters, slow burn, occasional hurt/comfort)

The Blizzard by DeadDirector

They were supposed to be in the South Pole for the Festival of the Winter Solstice. However, the harsh and unyielding blizzard had other plans for them. Trapped in an igloo together, newlyweds Sokka and Azula have to come up with something to pass the time.

(Smut, fluff, one shot)

My Slave Boy by dickard23

"No kissing on the lips," she said to him. "It's too personal." After his invasion fails, Sokka agrees to become Azula's slave to free Suki from Boiling Rock. Follow them as they go from slave/master to lovers and eventual spouses and all of the chaos along the way.

(smut, multiple chapters, eventual fluff, I know that it sounds like it but it's not really 100% non-con, more like meaningless angry sex)

The wine, not the label by PurplePlatypusBear21

"You're sure you're gay, right?" Azula asked with hopeful skepticism. "Yeah…" Sokka replied, the upward inflection of his voice betraying his uncertainty. "Then why are you staring at me like that?"

(No smut I think, multiple chapters, humor and romance)

The Failed Search AU by AKIIZAYOI4869

When Sokka sees Zuko dangling Azula over a cliff, his big brother instincts kick in and he decides to step in before things get worse.

Part 2 of The Failed Search AU. Zuko has finally found Ursa, but things still don't feel right. Meanwhile, Sokka decides that the best way for Azula to heal is to take her away from the fire nation, and after a suggestion from Suki, he takes her to Kyoshi island.

Azula gets the healing that she deserves, Sokka discovers that somewhere along the way his feelings towards Azula began to change, and Zuko has a lot of growing up to do.

(No smut, part 1 is a one shot, part 2 has multiple chapters and is not complete, hurt/comfort)

Sokka's Dumb Decision by sthomasf

Sokka get off work at Republic City, and heads to bar. There, like most nights, he makes an incredibly dumb decision

(no smut, one shot, fluff, humor, angst)

Interruptions and a Confession by AKIIZAYOI4869

Sokka attempts to confess his feelings to Azula but keeps on getting interrupted. He is not amused.

(no smut, one shot, humor, romance)

Surprise by OnceUponACaskett

“Um, whatcha got there, Sokka?” Aang managed to squeak out.

Sokka grinned and held out the cup in his hand. “Oh it’s mango-papaya juice! Want some?”

“Uh…not what I meant. Other hand, buddy.”

A short drabble about Sokka visiting Katara and Aang and bringing Azula with him.

(no smut, one shot, fluff, humor, inspired by fanart)

Okay now I'm done, if you need more recommendations don't hesitate to ask

#sokkla #atla #sokkazula #azula x sokka #sokka x azula

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Finn and Poe share a stolen moment in the ludus of the Ordo primis. Silk sheets and fine food came with obligations and duties, so called favours and unwanted attention, but for one night they enjoyed the sweet warmth of an unhurried embrace.

Takes place in between the two chapters of "Names are but Sounds".

Yeah, so I've written this slice of life snippet for quite some time but it kinda felt weird to post it for some reason. I wanted to write another part to it, but I never managed. And when @waywaychuck asked about the ancient Rome AU in a WIP game, I thought why not. At some point I'll write the rebellion, but for now have this angst and comfort snippet.

Please read the tags first. The fic deals with the non-con slaves and gladiators were confronted with even if there's nothing graphic about it. But I hope, the story manages to convey the hope and the stolen moment I intended it to be. And someday I'll write the uprising of the ludus, because stolen moments are not enough.

Under the cut you find the whole drawing.

Fun fact: The mural in the background is a fotograph I took in Pompeji earlier this year and was basically the reason I wanted to draw Roman Stormpilot again. Thankfully for me, John Boyega also did a new photoshoot around the same time, which provided me with wonderful reference.

#stormpilot #finnpoe #finn (star wars)#poe dameron #ancient rome au #agrippa writes #agrippas art #I've been sitting on this one for quite a bit...#but I really love the art

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15 AU-gust: Ancient History

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: implied reference to underage WC: 1066

Being a slave it’s never fun, and Decimus knows it too well. As his name easily reveals, Decimus was the tenth son of a poor Roman family and even if he was really good at playing almost any instrument, their parents sold him when he was five years old. Too skinny to help working the land and good-looking enough to be interesting. The first man he was sold to was a kind man, who helped him study music and bought him to have a playmate for his sick daughter. His name was Vergelius, but his daughter called him Wayne, so Decimus started to do the same. He quickly became like a member of the family and Wayne started to tell anyone that he was his nephew. He cared for him till the day he died and then the moneylenders came taking every possession that he had, Decimus included. After that, he was sold to so many people that he lost count. Some of them needed a servant in the house, and others needed a servant in bed, but Decimus was a slave and he had no word about his future. Years have passed and during all this time his body was beaten, fucked, and used as any of his owners deemed appropriate, and now he is working under the Colosseum helping the gladiators get ready.

There is nothing so scareing as being a fucking gladiator, in Decimus’ opinion. These men get into the arena not knowing if they will face another man, or an animal, or who knows what. Still, every day, they train hard. They even joke with each other, not knowing if, in a few hours, they will have to face each other in the arena. They are not exactly slaves, but they really look like slaves to Decimus. There is a gladiator he is particularly fond of. He has big shoulders and thick skin, and even if every part of his body is scarred, looking at him makes something tingle in Decimus’ stomach. He also has a nickname for Decium: Eddie. None else calls him like that, and when the gladiator, Stephanus, calls him like that, it feels like they are sharing a secret. Decimus, who knows the meaning of Stephanus's name, one time teased him about that “You know that it means crowned, right? And you are the fucking king of these gladiators.” he whispered on his skin while applying some oil on his aching muscles. He laughed but said nothing more. Every time Stephanus is in the arena, Decimus' jaw clenches hard until he sees him again, still standing, with blood all over his body. This time the emperor is going to free from any obligation the gladiator who will win every match and gift him with whatever he wants: money, power, glory. It’s a one-man standing. Some of the gladiators refuse to join the games, but Stephanus do not. “Why? Do you want to get killed?” Decimus asks him, while he is helping him get ready for the fight. “I’m not going to die Eddie,” he replies with a smirk. “How do you know that? It’s a last man standing! Everyone who joined is going to try to kill you.” “As they always do.” “This is different Steve!” Steve. That’s the nickname that Eddie has given him in his mind but never really told him. “Steve, uh?” he asks with a grin, then grabs Eddie's hair and drags him closer to his face “It’s going to be ok, Eddie. We are going to make it. And I will finally get you out of this shit hole! Do you trust me?” “I do…” It’s everything he manages to say before Stephanus kisses him on the lips. It’s not a sweet kiss, it’s hard and their teeth bump and still it’s the best kiss ever, but before Eddie can actually kiss him back someone is calling Stephanus's name and he leaves, without turning back.

The hours feel like days and every time the door on the back opens and a bloody corpse is dragged back in, Eddie runs, looking at the bloody mess, searching for brown hair and a birthmark on the shoulder, and when he sees that’s not him he breathes a big breath of relief. One after another, the bodies of the gladiators get dragged back in, leaving in the arena blood trails and the two stronger ones: Stephanus and Bibulus. One of the other slaves sits near him with an evil smile “Billy is going to kill your pretty king.” Bibulus, Billy. “I don’t care what you think of him. He is going to survive.” it doesn’t matter to Decimus if Stephanus is going to win or not, he just wants him to survive. That’s all he is asking for.

The last fight seems to last hours and hours; the crowd screams and yells, and Eddie is still buried deep down the Colosseum, waiting to know what happened to the man he loves. When he hears the door open once more he doesn’t run to see who won, he stays on his straw bed, unable to even look toward the door. “I need a bath. And a massage.” Eddie turns and he sees Steve. He is hurt, and bleeding, but he is alive, so very alive! He runs to him with such force that they both end up on the floor. “You are alive. You are fucking alive.” “I’m alive, Eddie. And I’m free. And you are free too.” Decimus stops and looks at the boy, confused “What did you say?” “You are free. The emperor asked me what I wanted as my prize, and I told him I want you.” “That… that means that you are my owner?” he asks even more confused. “I would like very much to say that you are mine, but I don’t want to own you. I already signed the papers. You are a free man Eddie. You can go wherever you want. Do whatever you want. Love whoever you want.” Steve’s eyes light up for a moment when he says that. “Can I go home to my family?” Stephanus’ smile falters just for a moment “You are free. You can do whatever you want.” he repeats, trying to convince the other man. Eddie hugs him tight “Will you take me home?” Stephanus smiles, toying with Decimus’ hair “Of course, Eddie. Of course.”

Ps Did I make a little reference to one of the fics I’m obsessed with? Yes I did 😀 Did I do any research about gladiators? Nope! Did I do some research to find suitable names for the period? Yes 🙂

#tumblr fic #steddie #my fanfic #au gust 2023 #ancient history #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

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Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

How would Pyrrha feel if Jaune is given other slaves like Blake and Weiss and Emerald by his family? Happy that Jaune got other slaves to help out? Jealous that she isn't the only one? Or whatever else.

Pyrrha would feel mixture of warm due to the endless kindness of her master to his slaves but also worry due to her seeing them as potential love rivals. When swear that she saw them looking at Jaune with less than less-than-wholesome look.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #shipping post #shipping ask #rwby arkos #rwby knightshade #rwby topaz #fusion au #fusion au ask #combat slave au #combat slave au ask #gladiator slave au #gladiator slave au ask

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Sarumi Spartacus AU! Misaki as Agron and Saruhiko as Nasir :3

I haven’t seen this one so I’m just going to go with the basic setup here, hopefully it’s okay ^^;; Imagine Yata as a slave gladiator, forced to fight all the time in order to survive. He’s befriended a bunch of the other gladiators and they’ve begun rallying around another slave named Mikoto, the strongest fighter in the ring who is also plotting a rebellion (well, Kusanagi and Totsuka are plotting a rebellion, Mikoto is assisting and fighting everyone else off). Yata has a ton of hero worship for Mikoto, he wants to be Mikoto’s right hand man and bring justice and freedom to all the other slaves. Eventually one day Totsuka is killed in the ring and afterward Mikoto starts the rebellion, all the slaves escape and leave together intending to free more slaves and pursue true freedom without anyone trying to chase them down.

At one point Mikoto’s men are searching for another slave, Anna, who used to work at the coliseum and was sold away before the rebellion. They stop at the house of this wealthy noble Mizuchi who was said to have briefly purchased her. Mizuchi has a house full of slaves including one named Fushimi, who works as his personal attendant. Fushimi doesn’t really care for Mizuchi but it’s not like he has anywhere else to go, his dad Niki sold him off into slavery and he’s been passed around ever since. This is the highest position he’s managed to claw his way up to and he’s not pleased when Mikoto’s men break into the house and kill Mizuchi. Yata removes Fushimi’s slave collar, all triumphant and bragging about how amazing Mikoto is, while Fushimi stares at him coldly and tells Yata if he wants gratitude he should ask someone else.

Yata doesn’t understand why Fushimi isn’t happy to have been freed, unaware that Fushimi is pretty much assuming he’s just gone from one master to another and he’s back at the bottom of the heap. That night he attempts to kill Mikoto in his sleep, Mikoto wakes up as Fushimi’s about to stab him and restrains him. Kusanagi and Yata come running in and Yata’s immediately incensed, like this is the person who saved you what the hell you traitor. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says only idiots believe in things like freedom, like you’re crowing about being a free man and yet look at you wagging your tail to your master.

#sarumi #Talking K #...reading summaries has made me kinda want to watch this #it's not streaming on anything I have a subscription to so I'm off to the high seas :3c #anyway imagine Sarumi #I couldn't figure out what Munakata would be here maybe a competing person trying to free the slaves #through like justice and negotiation #so Fushimi can betray Yata going over to him somehow

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For the Headmistress!Rosehearts AU and the AU of Deuce and Riddle being half brothers and Lia and Felicity being friends as a result, I like to think that maybe Felicity actually talks with Riddle about his overblot and asks about the other kids and her finding out about some of the kids' situations.

Like, for example, my oc Sahil was - to put it simply - a gladiator slave bought by Kalim's mother so she could be his bodyguard and we already know Jamil's like Kalim's attendant and retainer.

So I was thinking of the verbal tongue lashing Felicity would give the Asim family and Viper family if she found out (and Sahil's an orphan, so there's no one for her to turn to).

How would that go?

@mangacupcake may be better at answering this than me. But Felicity is no stranger in this au to throwing the families bullshit back in their face, especially if it gets her way.

She pointed out the mistreatment of Jamil to Mr. Asims face, so i dont think she will have any qualms about pointing out Sahils situation.

#twisted wonderland #headmistress rosehearts au

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 17 - Gladiator/Slave AU

Welcome to yet another Brumaria AU! There’s another piece coming for this in a few days that explains more of how Kamaria got into today’s specific situation, but I’ll give a brief backstory for the AU now.

This takes place in the canon universe, where she is Vaya and Ethorcon and Kedosa are at war, but it diverges from canon when her village is destroyed - she was taken captive by Kedosan soldiers, instead of fleeing with a Vaya couple and later being found by her father. She’s been a slave in various capacities ever since.

Bruno belongs to Izzy and is used with permission!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” | “Leave me alone.”

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, slavery, imprisonment, implied/referenced noncon, talk of murder, forced to fight

Her latest master doesn’t make any sense. Three days Kamaria has been locked in this room with him, and all he’s done is talk. He talks about everything. Himself, the fights, his life before the arena, food. He offers her things. He tries to get her to talk.

She’s yet to say a word to him. She’s thought about it a couple of times, mostly just to tell him no when he offers her the bed to sleep in yet again, or to ask him what his deal is and what exactly he’s waiting on. But she can’t seem to force the words up past the constant lump in her throat.

They gave her to him because he’s the reigning champion of the arena. Undefeated for she doesn’t know or care how long, but apparently it’s a long time compared to others. Every other gladiator she’s been given to has only kept her for one night as a reward for winning a big fight, but this one gets to keep her. Indefinitely. She’s his now, to do whatever he wants with, as long as he continues doing well in the arena.

But somehow, all he seems to want to do with her is talk to her. And he hasn’t even gotten angry when she won’t talk back. That part is not entirely unusual, some of the prisoners are actually fairly calm and gentle when they’re not out in the ring killing people. They’re forced to be here, just like she is, forced to do things they don’t want to do. She has much better luck coming away unharmed with them than she does the guards.

Regardless of their anger levels, though, all of them have used her for her intended purpose. Until this one.

He has to be waiting on something. Maybe he’s saving her as a reward for when he feels he’s done exceptionally well. Maybe he wants to get to know her first - another reason to continue not speaking. Maybe he wants to lull her into a false sense of security.

He won’t leave her alone forever, though. It’s impossible.

Night three falls, marked by the food that’s shoved through the slot in the door. Her master fetches it, as usual, inspecting both trays before bringing one over to set at a short distance from her. As usual, he takes some food off his own tray and places it on hers.

As usual, he says something along the lines of, “The amount of food they give you is pathetic. You can’t survive on just that.”

I have for years, she thinks but doesn’t say. What they give you isn’t much better for someone they expect to fight and win.

As usual, she picks at the food and leaves the extra that he gave her. He’ll take it back and eat it himself at the end, complaining that she really should have eaten it. He doesn’t seem to realize the trouble she’d likely get in if she took what isn’t hers and someone found out.

He sets the empty trays by the door, stretches with his arms over his head, and goes to the basin in the corner to wash his face and hands. “You know you can wash up, too, if you want. I’ll even turn my back if you want me to.”

Right. Of course he would.

“I’ve got a fight tomorrow. Hope it’s someone easy.” He chuckles as if it’s not his life on the line every time he goes out there, as if he doesn’t have to take a life sometimes to save his own. She knows he hates it, he’s told her so. But he’s annoyingly casual about everything pertaining to himself and bafflingly serious about everything pertaining to her.

“Will you please take the bed tonight? I really don’t mind sleeping on the floor, done it a million times before. It’s cold tonight, too, and you’re barely dressed. You should really be off that cold floor. Take a blanket, at the very least.”

She responds by lying down, curling up in the corner she hasn’t moved from with her back to the wall. She doesn’t want in his bed. Whatever reason he’s putting off the inevitable, it would surely come to an end the moment she touched that bed. And yes, it’s cold. The wooden floor is like ice against her bare arms and feet, but her body heat will warm it soon enough. If she takes anything from him, that’s just giving him an opportunity to say that she owes him.

Not that it works that way, she’s his slave. He can take what he wants from her at any time, no matter what. But maybe that’s what he’s waiting for.

He sighs, dropping the blanket he held in one hand back onto the bed. “Fine. Have it your way, I guess. Don’t say I didn’t try to be a gentleman.”

It almost sounds like he’s giving up and about to come after her. Kamaria tenses all over, heart lurching into high speed, stomach twisting into a knot.

But all he does is turn around and crawl into the bed, pulling the blanket up over his own body. “Goodnight, Miss Silent One.”

It takes her several minutes after he falls quiet to settle back down. In a way, she’s angry. She wishes that he’d just do it, just get it over with. At least then she’d know what to expect. This waiting and wondering and trying to figure him out is killing her. Her heart and brain can’t take it much longer.

She’s fallen into a light sleep, arms wrapped around herself, when footsteps coming across the floor jerk her back awake. Immediately she’s sitting up, pressed against the wall, staring up at him. He’s got that blasted blanket in his hand again, looming over her.

He backs off one step. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I was hoping you were asleep. I was just going to give you this.”

Why do you keep making excuses? she wants to scream. Either take what you want or just leave me alone!

She swallows, but the lump that’s been there for three days now remains.

He sighs again, longer this time. “Fine. Sorry.” He starts to back up, hesitates, then drops the blanket onto the floor in front of her before turning and walking back to the bed, lying down with his back toward her.

Kamaria remains sitting up until she can hear his steady breathing from across the small room. Chills crawl up and down her spine, and the blanket is right there, and maybe if she takes it he’ll get it over with like she wants, but she can’t.

She can’t willingly surrender herself to the one thing she hates the most.

The blanket is still crumpled in front of her when morning comes.

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Iliad by cognomen The first time Will meets the soldier, they are both waiting obediently in the antichamber where those such as they should. Will is the only one bare of weapons, bare of foot, and he feels naked and known beneath the stares of the Trojans. He cannot understand why Menelaus has brought him and bade him sit, save for some distant notion that to subjugate something so beautiful indicates a power. Menelaus wants to look at least as powerful as he is, displaying Will as a sort of dagger. With the rough soldier's eyes on him, he feels a deeply inadequate blade. A retelling of the origins of the Trojan War, featuring Hannibal and Will in the place of Paris and Helen. This piece written as part of the Hannibal-ACCA charity drive. Words: 17,636 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

The Devourer of Man by HigherMagic Hannibal steps to one side as Mason and Margot come onto the balcony. Mason always dresses finely when addressing new recruits, the gold on his wrists and around his neck highlighting the feral lust in his eyes. "Welcome!" he says, holding his hands out wide, smiling. "You have been blessed to find yourself in the house of Mason Verger, purveyor of the finest gladiators this Empire has ever seen!" As he speaks, the gladiators cheer, raising their swords. Hannibal looks down the line of men. Most of them are weak-looking, simpering fools. "Prove yourself in the hard days to follow," Mason continues. Hannibal cannot help but notice that Will has his eyes on Mason, the same gleam in his eye that Hannibal has seen in many a man during his time in the arena. "Prove yourselves more to be common slaves – more than a man! Fail, and die," Mason adds, his smile widening. "Either here where you stand, or sold off to the mines. Succeed, however, and you will stand proud among my titans!" Words: 85,148 Chapters: 17/17 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Exoletus by cognomen A Roman AU for the-winnowing-wind's prompt for some Hannibal! Whump. In which Hannibal is a slave, Will has earned his freedom, and things start complicated and get worse. Words: 22,046 Chapters: 13/13 Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Ero̱totropía by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite “If he is your father, he can fault you however it suits him,” replies Hannibal, the scarcest glimmer of amusement allowed to gather in the corners of his eyes. “And with a mouth like that you’ll be lucky if it’s not first with a fist.” "Would you?" The boy asks, feigning casual, words obviously directed at Hannibal, "Fault me? And with a fist, too?" Will is 16 when he finds himself given to an older man to be mentored and apprenticed in the art of war and horsemanship. It is traditional, and all would be well, had Will not run his mouth to this particular general in the public baths not several hours earlier... Words: 49,243 Chapters: 10/10 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage

The Sultan's Boy by thisisthefamilybusiness Will remembers when they were children, how Hannibal had cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek and promised him that one day they would be wed, that he would make Will his Sultana, regardless of what convention stated.He knows now that Hannibal cannot wed him, because he is a concubine and Hannibal is the Sultan. Hannibal needs a wife with noble or royal blood to bear his children and manage the palace and domestic life for him when he is away, not a boy who had been trained nearly his entire life to be a perfect lover and nothing else. Words: 788 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Bellator (Warrior) by the_heart_and_the_brain Hannibal is a gladiator and Will is the son of a senator. Words: 3,864 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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