#gladiators au

[milorant]

late, i know, but in my defense, i wanted it perfect

day number forgotten but its the one with gladiators and gladiolus

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

•|Royal Ransom au|•

[misguidedasgardian]

GLADIATORS / A HotD Au

SUMMARY

The Andals came from Essos and conquered five of the seven kingdoms, and founded The Great Republic of the Andals and has them under its yolk, they took every tribe, culture and town that oppose them and subdued it, they took their men, and their women, and slaved them, only the greatest, strongest, better men, became gladiators under the sun of the mighty Republic

Pairings: Slave/Gladiator!Cregan Stark x Domina!Reader, Gladiator!Harwin x Domina!Reader, Slave/Gladiator!Aemond x Slave!Reader, Slave/Gladiator!Aegon x Patrician!Reader, Gladiator Trainer!Daemon x Empress!Reader. 

Warnings: Ancient Rome AU, Cursing, slavery (and everything that comes with it, technically rape, forced labour, punishments), blood, guts, gladiator battles, lude language, nudity, sex and evrything related is no biggie here, we’re a ‘sex positive’ Republic, mentions of sex, same sex couples, orgies, and more. Assassinations, assassinations attempts, pagan rituals, slaughter of animals for ritualistic purposes, crimes of war, more might be added by chapter.

The trilogy, Smut, Angst & Fluff (some) 

Since it's heavily inspired by “Spartacus”, “Domina” and “Gladiator”, you can expect similar events to be depicted here. If you are an Historian, you are clearly going to want to kick my ass, since I’m not, expect inaccuracies in rituals, cultures descriptions and religions. 

Notes: Alright… of course I’ll be adapting the ancient Roman empire to the Westerosi world… so here are some guidelines

“Romans” will be referred as “Andals”, and after those they are two other types of natives of Westeros, the “Northmen” or rather The first men, and the Rhoynar from the South. 

I’ll be using ancient roman terms that due to context should be easy to decipher jeje, and I’ll be using much of their rituals and customs. 

This will be considered “short”, as each gladiator will have three chapters. All the stories happen at the same time, though they won't cross much against each other, you can read them either the I's of each and then the II's and III's or read the characters separately, the ones that interest you.

Please remember, I am not an historian, just relax and have fun! that's what we are here for.

EVERY READER IS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER! each character has a different reader! and they do not meet each other!

CHAPTERS SOON

CREGAN: CHAPTER I.

Cregan is a man that got enslaved when the Andals conquered the wild tribes of the North, he ends up being trained as a gladiator in the villa of a prominent family; a respectable man, and his daughter who is impressionable, and young, and as a young woman, she starts hearing tales of her friends about men, about their own gladiators and stories of orgies and sex… and she gets curious when she sees this beautiful man, a slave no less, training in his father’s villa.

HARWIN: CHAPTER I.

Reader and Robin knew that they were never going to find better than each other, best friends since childhood, so they got married. Robin prefers the company of men, he and reader have an agreement.

They came to the capital to get out of the scrutiny of the Vale, they want an heir, and embark in the politics of the capital. The answer to both their desired might be incarnated in the champion of the Arena Robin just purchased

AEGON: CHAPER I.

It was not uncommon for patrician families to… copulate… with their slaves and gladiators specially, a particular group of women decided to bed specially gladiators because of their strength and physiques. Domina Alys starts to sell one of her gladiators in particular to her best friend. 

Aegon takes a liking to this, rather than fights, specially with reader, who only wants to escape her old husband Borros

AEMOND:

Aemond is a gladiator in the same villa as his brother Aegon. He dreams about victories in the arena, and it's focused on his training and bringing honor to his Ludus.

His determination and skill makes him the favorite of his domina, Alys, who had inherited the Ludus from her father, the only problem they are both going to face is you, a young sweet slave, purchase to tend and serve your domina, who does not take kindly that you are “stealing” away her favorite gladiator

DAEMON:

Daemon is a legendary gladiator, but his days of glory are past him, now he trains his own Ludus in the outskirts of King’s Landing, finally he has recovered some of the power he once had, now a free man. 

But the emperor is frail and weak, he’s got no heirs but a girl, in the dangerous political climate, he has been hired to protect you, next in line to the throne and the first woman to ever ascent as empress of the republic

[unstable-river]

Per Aspera Ad Astra

For the Cap-ironman ReverseBigBang 2021

Written by Jellybeanforest Art by KotaRiverRoad

[petrichormeraki]

AYYYYY GLAD YOU LIKE THE IDEA! :D Forgot to put my signature at the end of it kashdjkad. For an angsty idea within the angsty idea, what if Tommy offers to take at least some of Tubbo's matches to try and keep him as safe as he possibly can? --AA

Tommy does what he can, but he barely escapes with all his limbs with every fight he tries to take on for Tubbo. After a long talk/argument, Tommy reluctantly stays behind when Tubbo leaves to fight the opponent dubbed 'The Emperor'.

That is when the Emperor pulls his winning card, and the opposite doors lift once more to release a pig man the size of the stadium wall. Tubbo doesn't stand a chance, and trapped behind the bars of the arena, Tommy can only watch.

[rillils]

To speak of eternity

Written for today's Fikiweek prompt: strangers or brothers.

A snapshot from a dear Gladiators!AU which was long due. To you guys: I’m so sorry; to the bro: SORRY BEEBER!!

You can read this on AO3!

If there’s one thing Kili will never get enough of, it’s the nights. The sweet delusion of respite that comes with the darkness; a realm made for quiet sleep and whispering shadows.

The world has no care for men like them at night; now, the world narrows down to the cool touch of the floor under his bare feet, the soft sound of Fili’s breaths, and the muffled rustling of the pallet as Kili slips in next to his brother, all long limbs and warmth.

Fili’s body curls into his the minute they’re touching, the ready answer to a familiar question. His fingers unfurl against Kili’s chest, spreading across his tanned skin at their leisure, the way Kili imagines a man would walk into his house, sit back in his chair and bask in the coziness of his hearth.

It’s heady, the ease with which they’ll reach out like this. The freedom to act upon one’s wishes; to want, and to take, with no need for any sort of permission other than the other’s gaze saying, this is okay. This you can have.

They defy their masters with simple touches and moments stolen in the dark, he and Fili. Two slaves, claiming for themselves the luxury of skin-on-skin granted to all free men, and the sweetness of mingled breaths which even commoners know.

Every kiss between them is a conscious choice, every embrace an act of rebellion - illicit, untamed and just, just right.

Fili’s hands defy the very laws of Rome just by laying on Kili; but they have built a home for themselves on Kili’s skin. The curling tracks of his fingers around Kili’s hips, the warm impression of them on Kili’s belly, the grazed paths of fingernails across Kili’s thighs; his fingerprints are everywhere.

Fili looks up at him through thick eyelashes, soft and sleep-mussed, and if Kili were a stronger man, perhaps he wouldn’t feel himself tremble.

One day, Kili knows - when he dies, they’ll carve his heart out to weigh against the gods’ mercy, and they’ll find on it the creases of Fili’s palm.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Fili whispers, raking gentle fingertips through Kili’s chest hair.

Kili beams. “Why sleep when I can look at you instead?”

Fili draws a sigh; it ghosts over Kili’s lips and chin like a kiss.

“You’ll be looking at me differently when you’re too tired to fight in the morning,” he chides, fingers tracing the vee of Kili’s breastbone, up and down, up and down, soothing. Kili catches them, bringing them to his mouth to lay feathery kisses on each wrinkly joint and knuckle, one by one.

“The sight of you would give me all the strength I needed,” Kili winks. Fili laughs quietly, ducking his head to hide his face against his brother’s neck, his body shaking in Kili’s arms.

Kili tugs him closer, relishing the soft rumbling of Fili’s chest against his own, vibration after rippling vibration.

When Fili pulls back, his eyes are shining with mirth.

“These Romans and their mellow ways - they’re rubbing off on you, Kee,” he says, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Next thing I know, you’ll be singing verses from their poems and moaning woefully for your audience like their bards do.”

Kili smirks then, the bow of his mouth so much like a cat’s, some might wonder where he left his whiskers.

“I only moan for one man, and never woefully,” he teases, and elicits another snort of laughter from his brother.

“Gods, you’re awful,” Fili groans, and Kili can’t help but chuckle, the sound low and rich, roused from deep within his chest.

“I’m just trying to reassure you,” he says, slinging his leg over Fili’s to pull him just that bit further into his space, humming as the warmth of Fili’s hip slots against his bare thigh. “Our next fight is only in two weeks’ time, which gives me leave to look at you all night, if I so wish.”

“There’s still training tomorrow,” Fili reminds him, curling his fingers over the strong curve of Kili’s shoulder. His thumb draws lazy shapes over the clavicle, patterns that Kili tries to guess; little circles, sinous eight-like silhouettes, perfect bows that stretch across his collarbone.

“There’s training, yes,” Kili concedes, leaning in to place a quick kiss on the tip of Fili’s nose, “and I would have you watch me.” He grins, mischief blending with the tiniest hint of desire. “I would try to impress you, make you long for me - until you’re burning with it.”

Fili tips his head back to lock their gazes, the soft gleam of a pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I always watch you, Kili.”

Moonlight paints flecks of silver in the blue of his eyes, and the emotion Kili can see there– it’s something thicker, deeper, greater than the night sky. Any man would drown in it. Any man other than Kili wouldn’t know to look for hidden words there, the code too old, too intimate to crack their meaning.

“When you spar, when you fight, when you go down and pick yourself right back up - I can never take my eyes off of you.”

It strikes Kili - sweeter than a blow, and yet just as powerful, a grip clenched tightly around his heart. Fili looks at him the way wolves look at the moon and feel the howl build up in their throat - like he’s a need that lives in Fili’s blood, a pull born in the depths of him, and Kili wants nothing more than to wrap himself around Fili’s body as snugly as he can, tug him close until their skin becomes one and their bones clink together and mingle.

“Every time,” Fili says, his tone hushed and his eyes bright, “every time I think to myself, There is my love, and he stands proud and outshines the sun.”

He twines nimble fingers with the hair at Kili’s nape, and gods, but his voice is the golden touch of honey and the sturdy, unshakable ground of certainty, and this is the reason, isn’t it - the reason why the arena thunders with calls of Leowhen Fili steps on the sanded grounds; not the burnished gold of his mane, but the fierce look in his eyes, the one that makes his enemies waver like green stalks in the wind.

“There is my love, I tell myself,” he says, gaze brimming with the purest adoration, “and he conquers, and he lives to come back to me once more.”

Kili has never thought himself deserving of such faith - Fili, it was always Fili in his mind, bronze skin and heart of gold - but if this is a gift laid at his feet, he can do nothing but gather it in his arms and kiss Fili with all the love, all the passion he is capable of, and praise the gods with a thankful heart.

Fili’s lips taste familiar on his tongue; his breath as sweet-hot as Kili’s own blood. When Fili cups Kili’s jaw in his palm, when their bodies shift and curve and give to fit against each other, Fili sighs into the kiss, and Kili chases his mouth again - again, again, again, because enough never existed between them.

Love surges from within Kili, burning pathways in his veins, all scorching flames licking at his lungs, at his tongue and teeth, at the flitting muscles in his arms.

It’s the primal need to keep Fili safe, to breathe him in, to wear the sounds of him like a second skin, pulsing inside of him with the pounding of his heart.

They part, and still they only go far enough to look in each other’s eyes; the ghost of their kisses still heavy and tangible on their lips.

“We’ll be free,” Kili promises, in the breathless way of lovers, “soon, soon we’ll be free, I’ll make it so, I swear–”

Fili steals one more kiss from him, soft against the sting of swollen lips, and Kili holds him close, one hand splayed over the small of Fili’s back and the other perched under his chin, to tilt his head and taste him as fully as he can.

One day, if the gods grant him enough luck, he’ll win back their freedom and they’ll roam the empire and beyond as new men. They’ll go north, where pine and fir-tree fill the air with their cool scent and the lands are good for pasture; or south, where the coast is all steep hills and olive trees and the sea sparkles in light blues and greens against the gold-brown sand.

They’ll settle down somewhere and work hard, and maybe they’ll save up enough to buy a horse, and Kili will carve his own bow and let Fili craft the fletchings for him, like he did the first time Kili was allowed a weapon of his own.

“I love you,” Fili murmurs against his brother’s mouth, his voice so tight it might break apart. Kili presses their cheeks together, overwhelmed. I would give you the world, he doesn’t say, but he cradles Fili closer; feels their hearts beat in a frantic rhythm, Fili’s fluttering like young wings between their chests, alive– so alive it humbles Kili into silence.

Even here, even for a few moments, life thrives. Even in the poorest man’s arms you may find boundless riches.

“I love you.”

But they were never poor, Kili forgets. Now that they are slaves, bound to sword and spear and shield, and before, when their life was among simple goatherds and rough-handed farmers, they never had less than each other.

[geek-and-nina]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 62/63 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Supercorp - Relationship Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, M'gann M'orzz Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Burn Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Political Intrigue Series: Part 9 of SuperCorp Summary:

Set in a medieval era with tournaments, gladiators, and kings; Lena Luthor is the Crown Princess of a small kingdom and the heir to her brother Lex Luthor. He has been a tyrant to their people since he rose to power in the wake of his their father’s suspicious death. Lex drags Lena to the despised gladiators despite her hatred of the events to announce that he will be purchasing one of the female fighters as a bodyguard and possibly for him to use to spy on his sister.

Kara Danvers has been put through the ringer, and she expects nothing much out of life though she does her best to look on the bright side of things. She is one of the best fighters out there, but she doesn’t much appreciate being singled out as a favorite of the king. The princess though… she might not be that bad.

[theofficialstereklibrary]

Would y'all mind updating the roman/gladiator au tag? Thanks!!!!

Ludus Lupus by DarkFairytale (11/14 | 155,419 | NC17)

When Scott is bitten by a rogue Were, he can no longer be a house slave to Chris Argent's family. He is sent away to train with the Gladiators of the famous Lupus Ludus, owned by Kate Argent. Determined not to let his friend suffer alone, Stiles offers to go with him, and serve in the house of Kate Argent.

Not only will Stiles have to contend with his worry for Scott and the cruelty of his new Domina, but things become even more complicated when Stiles finds himself falling for Kate's prize Gladiator; Derek Hale, the Undefeated Alpha.

Based on Spartacus (TV Series).

The Weight of All Things by lizdarcy (2/? | 7,778 | PG13)

“I am Theodericus. Derek. I do not train soft hands,” the man declared, turning back to his work and away from Ascendaeus.

“Please, he’ll kill her,” the boy begged.

Derek, a Germanic slave turned Gladiator, became an overnight sensation in the arena, battling hard to win his freedom. Now working as a blacksmith, he is sought out to train a young boy how to fight against the corrupt Roman politicians who endanger his family.

ubi amor, ibi dolor by x (ordinary) (1/1 | 1,098 | G)

Petronius' smile was stretched wide, but it was delicate like gold filigree, and Dericus knew that even the smallest disagreement would set him off. "Your slave," he'd said, so delicately, tearing the flesh from a shoulder of a lamb with his teeth. The grease dripped down his fingers, gleaming an ominous orange-red in the light of oil lamps. "Stylianos, is it not?" Dericus clenched his fists, arms shaking with the effort to remain still. He nodded with a stony face. "So pretty," he'd crooned, and Dericus did not need to see the glint in the Emperor's eyes to know the simple compliment was a threat.