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Top 10 fave characters in Spartacus?
1. Gannicus, my one true eternal love in the fictional universe
2. Crixus, my FIRST love on the show :’)
3. Spartacus/Oenamaus i can’t pick okk
4. Lucretia
5. Mira
6. Caesar
7. Laeta
8. Batiatus
9. Agron
10. Crassus
honorary mention: Sibyl and Nasir for being the cutest cuties around :) Also i adored Gaia as well. Ashur was also a splendid villain, i loved to hate him and him butting heads with crixus was one of my favorite things lol
note: naevia didn’t make the list because i didn’t enjoy her as much as i used to in the last season :/ sowie.
Mother Hen
Imagine being Max’s sibling and her being very protective of you every time you visit her at the brothel.
Author: Me!
Contents: Happy.
Characters: Max, Reader (Siblings).
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“What are you doing here?” Max asks, catching your arm to drag you aside as soon as you step foot in the brothel.
“I came to see my sister,” you reply, giving a shrug and as innocent a smile as you can pull off.
She sits down at a table, her glare hardening at her full lips pursing. “Who have you pissed off this time?”
You widen your eyes in mock surprise. “Me? Piss off anyone?” You sit down opposite her and let out a long breath. “Ok, I may have forgotten to pay my tab at the tavern.”
“What?” Max barks, gathering the curious gazes of the patrons around her.
She leans forward, keeping her voice lowered. “You cannot make such a reputation for yourself, especially in Nassau.”
“I know, I know.” You wave your hand dismissively, the chair creaking as you tilt it back onto two legs.
Her anger softens into worry, and you drop your gaze in shame. She always managed to make you feel bad about your actions, even if your actions may not have been all that… sound minded.
“We risk enough here, I can’t risk you too,” she says, taking your hand in hers, her skin so soft compared to yours.
You smile, a genuine expression you reserve only for her. Though you appreciate her concern, you know at some point she’s going to have to let you live your own life.
But today’s not that day.