#gladiator au prompt

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

Pyrrha has been a gladiator and a combat warrior for a long time but always avoided being a slave for someone specific. Of course when the Arc family wants to get her for their only son she goes to decline... until she sees Jaune himself and it is instant love and she changes her tune. He is reluctant in owning a slave... but Pyrrha is insistent on this.

Love At First Sight Meme

As long she can remember. She was both gladiator and combat warrior slave who earn fame and infamy for being masterless slave who gone unattached to anyone in specific...

"I am Jaune Arc. As of today, I'm your, uh, first actual and permanent master...." Jaune said in a sheepish tone of voice, looking at her with big bashful grin and wide-eyed blue eyes that stare at her with friendliness and compassion.

...Until the Arc Family bought her for her combat skill in hope of protecting their sole son and perhaps teaching him few combat skills so he would die prematurely. Pyrrha knew of this, but as she look at the blonde man no older than her with blank look on her face but beating heart...

"My name is Pyrrha Nikos. Combat and Gladiator Slave..."

...it was at the moment she had fallen deep in love with the man who will be her first and last master as long she breathes.

[radioactivepeasant]

Surprise: Free Day Thursday Part Three!

Part One, Part Two

Yes, it's all out of order. But honestly that's kind of by design. See, I've got this idea of the story opening with Samos delivering a prologue, as he usually does. It's very much a statement by an unreliable narrator. And then you'd see what was happening in Spargus and think "wait, this doesn't match up". And then it would go back and forth between game stuff and how Jak got to the Wasteland.

So first Samos would provide a recap of Jak II. Then he'd say something like,

"But, sensing the weakness of our defenses, a ruthless warlord appeared from the Wastes. The dreaded Dune-Wolf, as efficient as he is deadly. He made only one demand: "Give up the Dark Warrior, or we will tear your city apart, beginning with this man we caught scouting around our camp."

But the man was the leader of the city militia, the right hand man of the governor herself. What choice did that leave us? With an innocent man's life in the balance -- to say nothing of the city -- Jak had no alternative but to accept the Dune-Wolf's terms. On the day of the exchange, the governor slipped a dagger into Jak's boot, where the Wastelanders would not find it, so that at least he would not be helpless. It has been many months now since that fateful day, but I have faith that Jak will gather his strength and escape that barren desert, to return to us once more."

And then it would cut to Spargus:

Daxter clung to the exterior of the tower, finding handholds no human would ever have been capable of. Swiftly and quietly, he scaled the rain-slick wall to slide through a window too narrow for most. Once inside, he shook water from his fur and beckoned to the figure crouched by the wall.

"Coast is clear, Jak." Daxter gestured with a thumb over his shoulder. "We'll have to climb down clockwise to avoid the guards, but then it's a straight shot to the elevator."

"Nice work." Jak held out a fist to bump against Daxter's.

He pulled his goggles down over his face and gripped the edges of the sill.

"This is it, Dax. We're getting out of here."

With a crackle, dark eco washed over his body, radiating from the lichtenberg patterns across his chest and arms. Jak's dark form didn't care about whether a space was "too small". He could fit anywhere as long as he could get his head through. With a scrape and a few very unsettling pops, he squeezed out of the window and dug his claws into the wall. Daxter slid out after him and dropped to his shoulder. Then the escape was underway.

Humans were not supposed to be able to cling to vertical surfaces like lizards. But then, Jak had never really been one for obeying conventional ideas of what humans were supposed to be able to do. He crept down the tower, following the clockwise path Daxter pointed out to him. After about two more levels, the walls would become sheer metal, and they would run out of handholds. They would have to switch to indoors then -- provided Jak's dark eco didn't run out and cause them to fall to their deaths.

The window in the pump room had been left open. This would have been suspiciously convenient in most cases, but the rain brought cooler air, and open windows were to be found all across the city to take advantage of it. Jak shimmied in through the foot-wide space and hopped lightly down over pipes and gears. They would have to be careful here: one wrong move could damage the water filtration system and cause problems for a lot of innocent people. Jak eased up beside the open doorway and craned his neck to check the hall.

Perfect.

Taking advantage of the pump room's noise to drown out his grunt of pain, Jak let the dark eco subside, drawing it back into his core.

"Alright Dax, which way?" he whispered.

"Left. Er, my left- not yours. Stick to the ceiling when we get to the hall with the monks. After that it's just two antechambers to the way out."

Moving from room to room in almost complete silence, they met no resistance. Of course, they'd long since learned to avoid the traps hidden under the engraved floor tiles, and Jak put the ease of their journey down to experience.

Daxter wasn't so sure. Something felt...off.

The elevator -- the only true exit from the fortified tower -- sat at the edge of a carefully maintained indoor oasis. It had the rare quality of being both beautiful and strangely threatening -- like Tess, Daxter sometimes joked. Much of this was due to the vast dais sitting opposite the lift. Two braziers fastened to rough stone pillars provided the only illumination that didn't come from the window behind the dais, and what natural light there was had to filter through dozens of small date palms. Between the trees and huge carving set behind the throne, there were far too many shadowy places for an enemy to hide.

Jak was going to take full advantage of that.

Hopping from rock to rock, he deftly avoided the streams to make it to the wooden frame of the simple moving platform. He would have to be quick: pulling back the lever to call the platform up was going to make a lot of noise. The second the bar around the lever locked into place with a loud clank, Jak grabbed Daxter and darted into the shadows between two palms to hide in case someone came to investigate.

He had scarcely turned around when he realized someone was already standing where he had just been. How had he missed them?!

Broad shoulders, heavy bracers, otherwise slight build. This wouldn't be an easy fight if it was who Jak suspected it was. But they were the last obstacle between Jak and freedom, and he'd come too far to back down now.

The person turned as Jak left the trees, and firelight caught on glimmering shards of Precursor metal, set into his skull.

Ah. Of course.

"Dune-Wolf," Jak greeted the warrior casually.

"Escapee," the Dune-Wolf returned.

"Can't keep me here forever, Dune-Wolf," Jak challenged, stepping in a careful circle around the man.

"It's the middle of the storm season, of course I can," the warlord scoffed.

Daxter shook out his arms and took a ready stance at Jak's side. "Better hope you locked the front gate, pal, because we're outta here!"

King Damas raised a brow, and the corner of his mouth twitched up. "Are you now? I wouldn't be so sure of that."

He shifted one foot back, and raised his staff. "You will not set one foot past me."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Jak retorted, and he charged.

The faint sting of old bruises reminded him to jump -- Damas liked sweeping his opponents' legs out from under them -- and he used his momentum to sail over the staff and land to the king's left. His feet had barely made contact with the floor before Damas’s own momentum caught up to him. Damas followed his swing through by pivoting and catching Jak across the midsection with the staff. Jak flew backwards into one of the streams with the wind knocked out of him.

Daxter ducked the staff with a screech and actually leaped up onto it. He clung for dear life while Damas paused in an attempt to shake him off before shrugging and picking him up by the scruff of the neck. Jak surged out of the water like a sea monster to grasp the staff and try to pull it from Damas’s hands. Forced to choose which opponent to focus on, Damas released Daxter just in time for Jak to finally wrest the staff from his fingers and toss it across the room.

"Nice try," Jak panted, and dug in his heels as the two matched grips.

For a moment, neither gave way, but ultimately, Damas had the advantage of size.

He shifted stance for one instant and swept Jak's feet out from under him. Jak landed hard, and before he could get his elbows under him, a hand came down on the back of his neck, anchoring him in place. Jak froze, well accustomed by now to the irritating consequences of failure. Damas crouched beside him, and when Jak strained his eyes to get a look at the king, he was smirking.

"Nice try," he echoed. He let go and stood back to let Jak sit up. "I told you, you can't get past me."

Jak bent slightly to catch his breath, begrudgingly admitting defeat. But then he grinned and pointed past Damas.

"Then who's in the elevator?"

Damas whirled to see Daxter, waving at him from inside. Going for the staff had been a ploy: Jak had never intended to win the fight.

"Got past you this time, Dune-Wolf. A deal's a deal," Daxter crowed.

Jak mirrored his cocky grin.

"We got past you, so you have to let me take my last Arena trial before winter."

Damas grumbled good-naturedly and shook his head. "Why did I ever let you talk me into that?"

He leaned down and pulled Jak to his feet in a single motion.

"I probably should have specified that you both had to get past me. That's on me."

"Buuut," Jak pointed out, "you didn't specify. C'mon, Dune-Wolf, pay up."

"Don't call me Dune-Wolf," Damas sighed -- for the umpteenth time -- "enemies call me Dune-Wolf. Soldiers call me Dune-Wolf. You don't."

Jak flashed a cheeky grin at him. "Sure, sure, Damas."

Daxter could have sworn the warlord's eye twitched just a little.

"Alright, now you're just being impudent." Damas tweaked Jak’s ear. "It's either father, or dad to you."

Jak batted his hand away and rolled his eyes. "Man, I haven't had a father in twelve years! I'm not used to being someone's kid!"

It was truly a mark of progress that Damas didn’t respond to statement with a dampening of his mood, or a wince. Instead, he wrestled Jak into a playful headlock and scrubbed his knuckles across the boy’s scalp.

"Yeah? Well you live here, so you better start getting used to it!"

Jak snorted and tried to break free, but admittedly he was at an awkward angle and Damas did still have a height advantage.

"Ack! Leggo!"

"What? Put you upside down, you said?" Damas teased.

It wasn't an idle threat, that was how the last spar had ended.

"Okay okay!" Jak laughed and smacked Damas’s arm. "I yield! Let up, Dad!"

Damas eased his grip immediately, slackening the hold into a loose arm around Jak’s shoulders. "You did good, cub," he said warmly, "You're ready for the last trial."

"Told you we were!" Daxter chirped. "C'mon Jak, the sooner you get your zoomies out on the Playground of Death, the sooner we get to vote!"

"Aht! Breakfast first!"

Damas shifted one heel, and the next thing Daxter knew a foot had come out of nowhere to scoop him out of the elevator and up into the air. Jak caught him with a truncated curse and fumbled to set him on his shoulders.

"But we already ate!" He protested.

"We ate six raisins and a roll," Daxter tattled, "Lead the way, Mr. The Dad."

[bunsofhoney]

Peter is a bored aristocrat in ancient Rome, with a long life of opulence and politics ahead of him. One day, he hears some buzz about a gladiator, and watches this man beat impossible odds in the ring. He's not usually into sports but this guy is really something. Infatuated, he orders the man back to his rooms and has a hot bath and a huge meal waiting.

After they build some trust (and spend a few steamy nights together) Wade tells him about the blessing he received from... insert cool mythical creature or deity here. And the plot he has to get back at the man who killed his wife and child.

Spideypool Gladiator AU

[disastertriowriting]

This is our fill for "Gladiator AU". :D

Sold from one owner to the next after his dragon abilities are discovered, Anakin finally ends up with Obi-Wan as his... handler. Except, Obi-Wan isn't a slaver like all the others, and he's also far nicer. And Anakin can do little to free the young Togruta Jedi, Ahsoka, who was recently sold into slavery, no matter how hard he tries. The most he can do is help her survive.

[landwriter]

58 for the Spotify fic synopsis thing

It's Now We Are Free from the Gladiator OST. I have no idea why it's there, only that the answer is obvious: I would pull #5 from my list of Concepts That I'm Not Allowed To Think Further About Until My WIP List Is Smaller:

gladiator hob and some kind of fancy guy dream. angst. homoeroticism. bodyguard au?

I know even less than Gladiator knew about that time and place in history, and am, upon actually thinking about the concept, not the person to write this at all, but, you know, brawler Hob, lordly Dream, class differences and baths and patronage and pining. Maybe Hob is actually a wrestler, or athlete. It doesn't matter. As long as he's got big strong muscles and chip on his shoulder. As long as Dream falls in love with him at first sight. Humans AU with a rich background of sociopolitical action I would need to go back to school for. Hurt/Comfort, capital-D Drama, probably lot of grapes or something. Political intrigue. Stolen kisses. Gratuitous scenes of Hob sweating during a variety of activities. Thigh-fucking. Poisoning attempts. Bacchanalia. Markets filled with equal parts treasures and cutpurses. Old men in robes monologuing. An escape into the night. Lovingly poetic descriptions of Hob's hairy chest for @moorishflower. That's the sort of thing I'd write.

[merculuros]

CORINTHEUS FIC PROMPTS

(Feel free to write about them)

1)Pirate Au

The Corinthian is one of the most notorious pirates of his time and kidnaps prince Morpheus for ransom.

(bonus: also make it omegaverse)

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2)Gladiator Au

Morpheus who is an important political figure in Roman world, has come to be in possession of a slave called the Corinthian who is a former commander of an enemy land.

(a short snippet)

“You know I have a name.” The Corinthian snarls, gritting his teeth in an attempt to control his anger from where he is kneeling. Once a proud soldier reduced to nothing but a slave at the hands of his enemies. It wounds his pride that this spoiled boy who is supposed to be his ‘master’ -the Corinthian refused to call him that- doesnt even know his name.

“Do you, now? I couldnt care less.” Morpheus shrugs but there is amusement clinging to his tone. The Corinthian watches the last guard leave the chamber leaving the two alone. Being mocked so openly boils his blood and before he can think rationally, he lunges forward and pins the raven-haired man to the wall, hands wrapped around the slender neck.

Morpheus lets out a sharp gasp, eyes watching his slave intently. The Corinthian thought that maybe he would scream, eyes wide with shock but Morpheus doesnt show any sign of fear even if he may feel scared.

“I’ll scream and call the guards if you try to hurt me and you-“

“I will snap your neck before they can set a foot in this chamber. And I certainly dont mind dying if it means I take you with me.” That shuts Morpheus up. The Corinthian enjoys feeling the pulse of the other man under his hands and it gives him a different kind of thrill he hasnt felt in a long time. He presses his body down trapping the smaller one between his body and the wall. He sees Morpheus’ pupils expand with lust clearly enjoying this. And the Corinthian thinks he would look so perfect under him writhing with pleasure. He should kill him and be done with this, maybe he can survive the guards and escape but his body has a mind of its own. Morpheus licks his red lips and speaks sensing his dilemma.

“What is it going to be, Corinthian?” He purrs like a cat for the first time calling him by his name. Fuck. The Corinthian knows he had him. Fisting his hand in the black hair he pulls him foward and their lips clash.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #3: Of Apples and Academic Frenemies

Au where Jason and Danny are attending the same college course on mythology and classical literature and they are always getting into debates about the depictions of the characters and the historical context of stories and stuff bc the both have a different exposure to the myths. Like Jason knows literal demigods and Amazons but Danny knows Pandora and the Greek myth related ghosts plus time travel from Clockwork and the infi-map. The debates can get heated at times but the respect each others intellectual takes.

This creates a peculiar situation where everyone in the class thinks they are academic rivals who hate each other (except for the few with their shipping goggles on and sense the homoerotic tension underlying their debates) and are deeply invested in watching them interact like their own personal drama even thought at this point in time they are at best friendly acquaintances and at worst annoying classmates.

Jason rants to his family about his debate partner/rival bc he’s happy to have some who will talk to him ad-nauseam abt this stuff but also bc he wants to complain about how Danny's a “smart but annoying little twink who’s got some real audacity”. And while the batfam is happy that Jason is experiencing some normal life things like an academic frenemy they’d love to stop hearing about this guy's “smug fucking smirk” and the “annoying gleam in his eyes". They are worried that Jason will snap and beat this guy up for being too annoying. Well, except Tim who thinks Jason would rather make out with this guy than debate with him.

One day the course decides to do a big themed party/fundraiser to save up for a class trip to an excavation site of some temple ruins or something. Both of them volunteer for the organizing committee bc of the offered extra credit. This encourages the two of them to start seeing each other more and to hang out outside of their classes so the can work on event planning. Over time they actually become pretty good friends (Danny's presence filters Jason's toxic ecto and cures pit rage due to increased exposure. It was happening anyways as classmates but the close proximity sped up the process) and Jason and Danny develop mutual crushes on each other.

For the event they do, like an Olympic games style format and have people sign up in teams for events a couple of weeks beforehand. Anyone in any sort of classical/mythology related course can join and they opened the event for public spectating. They have a few traditional events like a foot race, long jump and chariot race. But the also have some silly ones like Medusa's Snakes, where they shove their faces into bowls of whipped cream and fish out gummy worms, Pandora's Amphora, where they stick there hands into a box/jar of mystery contents (grapes, slime, a live animal like rats or kittens, a bunch of glitter, soda, etc.) and whoever keeps their hand in the longest wins, and Gladiator Fights, where they try to knock each other into a foam pit with those foam and rubber jousting sticks and the such.

Neither Danny, nor Jason want to participate for fear of their physical/supernatural abilities being discovered so the both get talked into doing the emceeing and commentary for the events. They make a really good duo, snarking and bantering with each other, playing off each other's energy and providing fun commentary to the events. Everyone, including the batfam who came to spectate, is a bit baffled by how well they are getting along bc last they checked these two were rivals of a sort, mildly annoying at best and actively antagonistic at worst. However, they really seem to be enjoying themselves.

The last event of the day is a trivia contest, which they both decide to take part in and let someone else take over the emceeing. The final winning trivia question is "what trope was falsely understood as a marriage proposal or declaration of love by misinformed media, that was actually closer to a ploy of seduction and indication of sexual desire according to Greek texts" and the both ring in at the same time to say "tossing an apple to someone" and an tie for the win. They both go up on stage to receive the prize (idk a gift card or smth) and shake hands before walking away in opposite directions.

Then suddenly Danny calls out to Jason just before he leaves the stage and chucks an apple he seemingly produced out of nowhere at him. The apple has a note with the time and date of a dinner reservation on it and when Jason looks back up at Danny he see the slightly flushed boy tentatively smiling at him.

" What do ya say Jase? Will you go out with me?"

And instead of replying Jason just straight up kisses him in front of everyone. Everyone else is gobsmacked by this whole turn of events except Tim who's cackling his head off, screaming "I FUCKING KNEW IT". When the two of them break apart they grin at each other widely and Jason drags Danny of the stage presumably to go make out somewhere.

[naisilla]

Summary: You get curious as to if Aatrox has a cock

Pairing: Aatrox x Feminine Reader

Warning: NSFW, Unedited, Slight non-con.

No context to the relationship so for simplicity sake I'll make it the Summoner AU.

Aatrox’s size would cast a shadow wherever he was, he was a mountain, a stature of muscle that roiled under red leathery skin. He was a sight to behold as a god-like warrior, and you often found your eyes wandering over his form. He was once a human, even after ascending and then being corrupted into the darkin he is now, he still kept an anthropoid form. So does that mean he still had a…

You’re eyes once again fall back onto the pelvic region of the darkin noting how his v line leading to his groin was sharp like an ironed edge. Aatrox wore no clothes, such an unkillable gladiator did not require cloth to protect his vessel. He stood completely bare yet barely looked nude as his groin was flat. Nothing is exposed and in need of censoring. So what? did his dick just evaporate? Seemingly it must’ve, right?

Lost in thought you found your heart sinking once you realised the Darkin had noticed you staring. His glowing red eyes harshly glared down upon you. “My eyes are up here mortal” his gruff and guttural voice barked making you shake where you stood. You could feel your chest cave in on itself as the giant marched over towards your tiny cowering form. The darkin leaned over you, his lips curled back into a sneer “What is it that you want mortal your ogling agitates me”. You can feel your cheeks shamefully heat up as you direct your gaze to the floor focusing on the armored talons that stand before your feet clicking at the floor impatiently. 

His demonic hand instantly grips your jaw as his claws force you to look directly up at him. “I am not foolish mortal I’ve lived through millennia and I know what such wandering eyes are thinking”. You feel the claws that scrape your jaw slide around to the back of your neck in a swift motion as he grabs a hold of the scruff of your top lifting you to his face, breathing a huff of hot air. “You lustful minx”. 

Aatrox drops you and you hit the ground with a thud the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. You roll over trying to recover from the hit but aren't given the chance as the darkin kneels over you trapping you between his legs. You stare up startled when you notice the sound of flesh being split in a wet tear and to your horror you spot a slit stretch open on his groin as something protrudes from within.

You weren’t sure what to expect, you could only imagine what the darkin could be packing but it wasn't as monstrous as the phallus that swelled above you. 

It was muscular, the base transitioning from dark to bright red at the tip with glowing veins that carried a current of pulsing light through the shaft. 

Tentatively you raised your arm in front of you and gawked when you concluded that its length matched that of your forearm. You glance up at Aatrox, trembling beneath him. His tongue clicked in annoyance at your inaction. “Well?” he prompted, angling his hips so that his cock prodded your face. 

You swallow down the lump in your throat and reach out to grasp the girth unsurpsrised that your fingers couldnt fully wrap around it leaving a couple of inches gap between your digits. Feeling compelled you try to stretch your lips over its head, feeling the sides of your mouth split with the strain. You can’t get it all the way in because of how large and swollen it is. You choke and gag on it anyway, tears pricking the sides of your eyes. Your soft hands grasp the shaft while you work the head with your tongue, your drool slicking down the length coaxing your fingers as they ran up and down the taut thickness.

Aatrox leers down as your tiny and frail body trys so hard to fit it in your throat despite it truly never fitting. He’s abnormally quiet when his large hands grip your head, forcefully sliding you along his cock creating hefty, sloppy sounds. You stare up at the Darkin with trembling nerves as he uses his cock to flatten your tongue along the floor of your mouth so he can fully stretch you out.

Thats when he begins to pick up the pace and ferocity now jamming his length down your throat and you gag, your hands fly to his hips as you desperately try to push yourself off of him and his advances. But its no use, you stood no chance against Aatrox and he was going to use your throat regardless of your need to breathe.

Your helpless body convulsed and retched at being violated so roughly as your gullet retched at what was only a tiny portion of his giant cock. Aatrox growled the rumbling of his voice frightening you at the beast you have awoken. He finally speaks again “tsk you’re taking too long. I am going to ruin your puny body mortal” Aatrox then grabs you, tearing away you clothes effortlessly and handles you with one of his massive hands away from his cock with a wet pop. A long slick thread of spit stretches away from it as he then maneuvers you and hovers you over his cock.

You gulp in trepidation a part of you wanted this but you still feared of how unprepared you were for this. You stare up at him bewildered “w-wait you're not going to prepare me first!?” Your voice quivered. As he prods his cocks head flush against your wet hole gripping the base of his dick as he tests your resistance to it. You whimper as he crushes the head hard against your entrance the force barely restraining from sliding it in. Aatrox pants ruggedly and a sick grin carves itself on his face. “You could never be prepared enough for this.” 

The Darkin then crams it in you, he rushes getting it inside of you as he could feel it growing even more when he marveled over how small your body looks like this against him. It's enough to break you and you let out a silent scream as you feel your hole crushing the darkin cock inside you. 

Aatrox grabs you by your hips and forces you to sink further and further onto his cock as he spears you with it making it fit nice and snug inside of you all the while it threatens to split you open.

You grab onto aatroxs arm to brace yourself as he continues to abuse your hole grunting and growling like a feral beast. His stamina is unending as you feel yourself lose track of time while aatrox uses you like a toy. The ferocity and guttural sounds he'd make were picking up louder and faster and you could feel him building up.

After a few more irregular sharp thrusts you could feel his cum flood in thick ropes. One load, two loads, three loads, four loads, the fifth load began to drip out while the darkin continued pumping more. You could only hang there speared onto his cock as cum dripped down you legs like melting cream. 

Your core now felt sore with blunt aching, Aatrox would grab you from under your arms and lift you off of him having to tug a little as his cock dragged on your overstimulated walls. He drops you to the ground again more softly compared to last time and towers over you once again pumping out the last of him cum to dribble onto your face as you stare up blankly and broken....

First smut ever, cant be bothered to edit atm. Not sure how to feel about this debut post but this is my account dedicated to much more dark and mature themes sooo...

[phoenixyfriend]

Entry of the Gladiators

Remember my Fake Sith AU? Yeah, so I got around to writing it.

I started writing this around a year ago, planning to finish and post for an event. I never finished. So. Here's what I have so far, and let's hope I can get around to finishing it at some point lmao.

The year is 7939 CRC, and Obi-Wan is one-hundred percent not moonlighting as a Sith Lord with a drawling accent and a linen suit. And Anakin surely isn't pretending to be his unhinged Sith second. And Ahsoka definitely isn't actually a vigilante. And Cody absolutely isn't enjoying the chance to manage an entire set of organized crime rings. And Rex certainly isn't seducing the half-mad head priestess of an evil cult. Totally.

Chapter 1: Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go)

Fun fact: I went to upload the first chapter of this fic, which I started writing a year ago, and I forgot I had a title for the chapter, so I just slapped something together to put into the chapter title slot.

Then I went back to my planning document and it's the same damn chapter title.

I am very predictable.

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Anakin wakes up with a pounding headache. This is, against all wishes, a very familiar feeling for him. Unfortunately, it has almost never been a result of something fun, like alcohol. He’s much more likely to wake up drugged and chained by his enemies or recovering from grievous injuries than, say, boozing up.

Hondo incident notwithstanding, of course.

(Besides, Obi-Wan got drunk too. That makes it his fault.)

As he catalogues his remaining fingers and extremities past the pain in his skull, he hears others shuffling nearby. The Force isn’t warning him at all, so they’re probably friendlies.

There’s a quiet groan a few feet away, high-pitched, that is almost definitely Ahsoka.

When he sits up, it’s to more pain and the ugly little realization that Ahsoka must also be in pain.

Obi-Wan’s voice cuts in. “What did you do, Anakin?”

“Nothing!” Anakin protests, his own voice loud enough to set his headache off. He runs through his most recent memories in hopes of uncovering actual wrongdoing. He doesn’t seem to actually have any memories past entering the possibly-Sith-in-origin temple, though. That’s… a bad sign, in part because they are now outdoors and looking at a completely different sky. “You went into the sketchy temple, too. I don’t remember doing anything that could have knocked us all out, especially not knocked us out and transported us to what’s probably a different planet.”

“Sky’s orange,” Ahsoka notes, getting unsteadily to her feet. There’s a moment where it looks like she’s about to fall, but Rex is closer than Anakin, and reacts fast enough to steady her.

Anakin finally gets a full look around. His master, his padawan, his captain, and Commander Cody, who isn’t Anakin’s in any way, except as a friend, but that’s not an exclusive group, because ‘his friend’ could mean a lot of—

He’s getting distracted.

“If we’re lucky…” Obi-Wan says, stretching his back with an awful cracking noise. He eyes the sky with distaste. “If we’re lucky, the cloud cover will dissipate and let us see the constellations when night falls. We can figure out where we are then.”

“Anticipating hostility from locals, sir?” Cody prompts

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Don’t want to hedge our bets on there being locals. We aren’t where we were, and we aren’t in another temple, either. Most planets in the galaxy aren’t actually inhabited by sapient species…”

“But that’s mostly because most of them don’t have breathable air, isn’t it?” Ahsoka asks. Anakin pats her between the montrals, almost like Obi-Wan used to ruffle his hair when he was this small. Well, smaller. Ahsoka at fifteen tolerates this much better than Anakin at the same age.

Ahsoka at fifteen is, however, the same height as Anakin at thirteen, when Obi-Wan was still ruffling his hair.

“You’re right, Ahsoka. Since this planet does have breathable air and some vegetation, the chances of sapient habitation are relatively high,” Obi-Wan agrees. “So, we’ll see how it goes. If we can find civilization that isn’t hostile to us, we might get off by nightfall.”

Anakin has a feeling that’s a bit too optimistic.

(Continue on AO3)

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #25: A decade-long journey with Sokka and Azula

Yep. I can't believe it's been a full decade either, but here we are. Ten years later and it feels like it was yesterday, almost.

On this month on Patreon, I figured I'd just make a larger sort of tribute to my long journey as a fic writer. I've had ups and downs, big moments and small, but ultimately, that I've had the chance to be here for as many years as I have is certainly a privilege, and one I don't take for granted.

I've met lots of great people because of my participation in this fandom, particularly in the Sokkla community. I've honestly made some of the best friends I've ever known through the past ten years. I've graduated from university, I've grown in many ways as a person, artist and writer, something that kid right out of high school would have never imagined possible when she first set out on this journey with zero clue of how far it would take her, and how important this would be for her in the years to follow.

After all this time, it feels like the red string of fate from The Reason has woven itself through all my stories afterwards, resulting in a very curious relationship between all these stories and the one that started it all. I mean, technically it was OoPB that started everything X'D but The Reason is by far the flagship of that particular setting. I haven't even revisited those stories in forever, but I really am glad that I did it for this particular purpose.

Alright then, if you would like the specifics regarding which story is being referenced (in case you don't know), keep reading!

The Reason, the source of the red string that then spills down into the rest of the artworks!

Gladiator Part 1, the handshake that started it all.

It Had To Be You, their unintentional first date!

Gladiator Part 2... this is honestly just a general thematic Sokkla make-out session, which as we know they were very likely to do throughout Part 2 x'D

The Love Advisor, reading a book together for the first time.

The White Lotus International Games, their rejoicing after they rushed their finals to watch each other winning at their competitions.

Matching Heartbeats... I picked the Yakuza AU as a reference to this one because people really missed it this year. But DAMN did those tattoos kick my ass to kingdom come, most difficult part of this entire mini project x'D

Underneath Starlit Skies, I picked the final scene of the Happy Family prompt because I couldn't decide on a better scene from any of the other prompts that year hahaha.

Leap of Faith, here I chose my personal favorite story from this year, Toph matchmaking Sokka and Azula, with Sokka in his councilman outfit and Azula in her ambassador attire.

Gladiator Part 3... spoilersssssss!

Alas, it was crazy to work on a project like this one on relatively short notice and pull it off regardless. I did know I wanted to do something like this, should the chance arise, and it kinda did? So I'm really glad I could finish it, maybe not exactly on time (two days late actually), but still within this month, haha.

I really hope you guys enjoy this massive piece, thank you to everyone who has been supporting me for the last decade, whether those who have been here all along, those who have only come by my work recently, as well as those who come and go. That my stories have touched anyone's lives is a miracle to me, and one I won't ever stop cherishing.

Thank you for ten years of Sokka and Azula <3

(... and as ever, feel free to join my Patreon too if you would like to do so...)

[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.

[bluereo]

Hello! I’m a big fan of your “Megatronus - The Fallen AU”. There’s not a lot of work of Orion Pax/Optimus Prime being the 13TH Prime reincarnation; so I’m happy to read your work about it! Any way about the prompts, can you do #1 with Megatronus Prime meeting/talking to Megatron about Optimus? Megatronus being all Big Brother Mode and willing to end Megatron for what him done to his brother? Thank you and good luck on your finals!

I'm more then happy that you like my au! I'm aware that this took me some time and it's rather short but I hope you will enjoy it :)

Ps. If you see some spelling mistakes pls correct me. I don't have beta reader

#Prompt 1 - Thouch him and you are dead.

It's been barely a week since Optimus returned from Cybertron with his older brother. Sudden arrival of demigod made everyone feel a little unease. Especially Lord Megatron felt strange even watching interactions between Fallen and His Prime. The Fallen was personification of pride and had everything that a warrior needed, his steps were loud, his eyes always observed everyone around him.

It wasn't unexpected that Megatron felt cold creeping though his limbs when Second Prime approached him late at night. They were on deck of Nemesis, silence interrupted only by thunders from stormy clouds and near soundless vents of both mechs.

- I hope that I'm not interrupting in anything important, Name thief. - Megatronus nearly purred at the and. Demigod loved to underline that they share this cursed name.

- Of course not, Fallen. To what do I owe this pleasure of your company tonight . I thought that you prefer to spend time near autobots instead of me or my crew. - Megatron choose to let himself look at horizon. There was no point of meeting gaze of the other.

- There is an issue I need to discuss with you. Still, this... exchange of information should stay only between us. - Megatron felt that demigod was pearcing his helm with his gaze. However, he have done nothing to change that for now.

- Then talk, I'm all audioreceptors. What is soo important that you choose to came here in person.

Sudenly there were steps. The Fallen stood right next to him. Finally their gazes crossed and Megatron could only think of how dangerous this mech was.

- I am aware of your... relationship with my brother. I have been watching you since two of you made your vows under the black sky and shining moons of our home planet.

- It's been milenia ago. Get to the point - the amount of strange calmness around fallen had the exact oposite reaction from megatron. Ex-gladiator could feel his fight protocols come to life, cannon geting slightly warmer and vision becoming sharper. He was ready to defence if the demigod decided to strike.

- Now you are on a good way to achieve peace between yourselves and your people. But I need to warn you. - Sudennly Megatronus grabbed Megatron by shoulder and made him turn himself fully to look in the optics of demigod from very close.

- You don't deserve to even be in the same room as Orion. He is one of the kindest sparks even between gods and demigods. And you have caused him more pain than you could ever imagine. And if I see your claws on him once again. There is nothing that will stop me from draging your spark, body and mind stright to the pit where you belong. Thouch him again and you are dead. I will make sure that will be very painful death... - Megatron was completly paralyzed. Especially when claws of demigod slowly made their way to lay on his chest plate not so far from where his spark was.

Megatron couldn't remember when he felt so scared in his entire life. Looking in the optics of being capable to fight with God's... He felt smaller then ever before.

Eventually Megatronus stepped back from ex gladiator and smiled like nothing ever happened.

- Well, I hope my massage was clear enough for you to understand. I will leave you to think about it - and with those words Fallen made his way of the deck.

Megatron still felt shivers going down his spine. He understood massage clear enough to be cautious. But there is no one and nothing that will separate him from his bonded.

[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Bingo Challenge #12!!

Prompt: Ancient Greek AU

Nico and Jason had been "friends" for years. Of course, when Hades found out they were more than just that, the two were separated.

"You are children of different realms," Hades had boomed into the echoing halls of his palace, "it can never be."

Nico tried to argue, but his sharp tongue landed him locked in his bedroom for months to come.

"I will find you a rightful suitor. Then, you will be wed," Hades said one night at the dinner table, per Nico's arguing.

"It will be a loveless courtship," Nico had muttered into his plate. What a hypocrite his father was, a man of death married to a woman who sprung up life with every step.

That night, after being locked away in his room again, Nico sat by the window and watched as the night rolled by. Cold wind whipped his hair.

At the sound of whooshing, Nico whipped his head to the side.

There, he found Jason's smiling face held up by his ability to fly. Nico ginned. "My father will kill you if he sees you here," Nico stated, letting their fingers intertwine.

"No matter, I'd die with your face as the last thing I saw."

"You have a death wish."

"You are King Death's son."

Nico laughed lightly. Then, he remembered what his father had said at dinner. Suddenly, nothing felt so funny.

Japan saw the minuscule shift in Nico's face. "What's the matter?"

"My father...he's trying to wed me away," Nico said softly.

Jason raised his eyebrows before thinking. "By what means?"

"I presume the gladiator's arena."

"I'd kill a thousand men for you, Nico.”

Nico tightened the grip on their hands. The wind was impossibly cold. He wished more than anything to drag Jason inside and hold him close in the warmth, but fear kept them at bay.

"Don't...we can find another way. I don't want to watch you be murdered at the hands of some brute over this."

"Over this?" Jason echoed. "Over the loss of my one true love? You know not the lengths I would go for you, my dear."

Nico looked at him, pained. There was no use fighting it, Jason would register as a fighter. All Nico could do was pray he won.

The following days, Nico hardly left his room. Even in the times he was permitted to by his father, he stayed in bed. He preferred to sleep than be awake in a world without Jason. At least in his dreams, he could find joy in his presence.

The first of three days of battles, Nico sat bored in his throne atop the colosseum, right beside his father. He watched as the two opponents of the first battle fought. He listened as they declared their love for him and tried to impress him with flashy moves. Still, he leaned his head on his hand until one man was declared the winner.

The second match was just as boring. Nico caught himself hoping Jason really did enroll. Then, he stopped the thought out. He couldn't bear to see Jason harmed by one of these desperate men.

The third battle of the day dragged on for too long, in everyone's opinion. Nico could've sworn he heard his one father mutter for it to be over already.

The fourth and final battle of the day came soon after, to the whole arena's relief.

Nico, however, was not relieved in the slightest.

Two warriors came out. Neither were Jason. One was a tall man with shaggy dark hair, and the other was as a man in knights armor Nico had never seen before.

He couldn't see either of them well, considering their distance, but he couldn't see the knight at all under the armor. He wished for it to be Jason, but the armor wasn't his own. Deep down, Nico knew it was futile to wish.

The man with dark hair proclaimed undying love for Nico before drawing his sword. The knight stayed silent, which Nico could appreciate.

The fight was at least interesting and quick. The armored man won with ease. His fighting style was unfamiliar, Nico had never seen it before. He wondered what far away land this man was from. He hoped he never found out.

The next day was the second round. This day only had two fights in it, but the first still dragged on for what felt like millennia.

Nico almost fell asleep, but the itchiness of his royal robes kept him well awake.

The second fight included the armored knight yet again. Nico was glad he was a good fighter, at least he'd be able to marry someone who didn't talk. Maybe he wouldn't mind Jason being around.

The armored man won, progressing to the final fight the next day.

Nico hardly slept a wink that night. He wanted more than anything for Jason to come up to his window that second and whisk him away to another work, but that didn’t happen. He just laid there, with nothing but the rattling of the wind on his window and the undying worry in his mind.

The day of the final battle rolled around. Nico thought his jaw would dislocate with how hard it was clenched. He sat in his throne, watching the two fighters take their places.

He wanted so badly for Jason to show up out of nowhere and convince his father they were made to be together. However, his wishing and wanting never got him anything.

When he looked up from his desolate upset, he realized the fight was almost over. His father was gripping the arms of his throne beside him so hard his knuckles were turning white.

Nico looked toward the battle field as the two gladiators fought. The opponent, a man with many scars and cropped brown hair, battled sharply with the knight. It was clear the brunet was tired, and soon enough the battle would have a predicted win.

Nico convinced himself it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he could run away? He could always leave the man at the altar, change his name, and abandon his father’s kingdom. The option of poisoning his soon to be husband didn’t look so bad right now.

When he looked up again, he saw the brunet on the ground, and the knight standing above him. The brunet didn’t move, and his father’s booming voice declared the knight the winner. Nico’s veins turned to ice.

The knight looked up at them triumphantly, but didn’t put his sword away. His battle wasn’t yet won.

He tugged off his helmet, giving way to a familiar face and blonde hair. Nico grinned, jumping up and shadow traveling to the ground so fast he hardly registered Jason’s warm embrace.

Jason held him close with one arm and pointed his sword at Hades with the other. “I won.” He said simply. Nico pulled him down and kissed him softly but desperately before he could get out another bitter word at his father.

"See? You knew not the lengths I would go, my dear."

This is also on AO3:

My card:

[gilbirda]

WIP tag game!

I got tagged by @hashtagdrivebywrites ! Thank you darling!

"Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs."

So. I have a ton of wips. Like. A LOT OF THEM.

Old fandoms aside, just dpxdc I have a ton for that fandom as well. I'm gonna drop as many as I realistically think I could continue/finish.

(some projects are NSFW so if someone does ask about them I'll tag the posts properly. )

Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante chp 24

5+1 PATO fanfic - [NSFW fic]

Ouroboros

Fluffy prompts - Anger management prompt

Blackfox tumblr prompts

[REDACTED] fic - [NSFW fic]

Graveyard keeper Jason + There’s a portal to Hell under Gotham

Gladiator

Safehouse DLC 1

Touch Starved

Danny Arkham Security Guard

Can't help falling in love with you chp 6

Vampire Jazz nsfw sequel - [NSFW fic]

The Mummy Anger Management AU

Soulless AU anger management

BatB Anger Management AU

Space Princess, princesses AU

Kruvnik AU

Demon!Jazz Anger Management

Dance with me next part

Is not what it looks like (Everlasting Insomniacs in Eldritch Ghost King Danny AU)

Raised by Phantom

Christmas Princess

Evil!Jazz fic

Herculean tasks AU

Old Gods AU - with a side of Anger Management

Okay this was pushing it. But I honestly want to do all these. I just don't have the time and/or braincells to actually do them.

About tagging people, in no particular order: @lapetitechatonne @gremlin-bot @half-dead-ham @redskyeatnight uhhhh @evandarya (no pressure if y'all don't want to do this or were already tagged, my bad!). I'm not tagging 26 people, if it wasn't obvious.

>>Ask me anything anytime<<

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I always have so many freaking ideas but I can’t post ‘em all at once cause then they get buried. But anyway!

I’m gonna record each type of COD Twitter timeline I wake up to and we’re gonna see where the COD fandom’s mindset is at cause my god we seem to travel the extremes

1) Trans SoapGhost. Most the time mine was filled with trans Soap but there were a few trans Ghost’s as well in there and almost all of them were horny

2) Horny as hell. Those boys were getting railed on my page, hence my one post of nsfw thoughts

3) There were a lot of possessive Ghost prompts. Some were dark possessive others a cuter sort of possessive

4) the piss kink bro. I don’t know wtf happened or why but people have been talking about it and they’re all referencing a specific fic that I don’t know about

5) todays a mix of things apparently. Soap accidentally wearing Ghost’s hoodie out and about, venom au with either ghost as Venom for Soap or Ghost is the venom for Simon and horny GhostRoachSoap. So that’s fun

6) people are still on the Soap stealing Ghost’s hoodie but there’s a smattering of self sacrificing idiots as well

7) there wasn’t a heap of soapghost but what I did see was wing kinks. It was fuckin cute tho

8) had a bit of a strange mix today. There was breeding kinks and then fanarts of this Twitter post that had Johnny as a tiny, soap, fairy thing

9) been a while but it’s a solid age gap trope today. Specifically Older! Ghost with Younger! Soap. Like mid 50’s upwards Ghost and early 20’s to 30’s Soap.

10) I’ve got gladiator! Ghost with Royalty! Soap and voyeurism 😂 it’s been grand flipping between them

11) due to recent events within the cod fandom a lot of people are deactivating accounts or no longer associating with call of duty, which is completely reasonable. My condolences to inquisitor’s friends and family.

Edit: Also to the people telling me about where some of these are originating thank you so much! It’s hilarious seeing how they came about and even funnier seeing other people just find out about these

[bluebellofbakerstreet]

Bluebellofbakerstreet's 007Fest 2023 Finish Line Masterpost

15 point art:

GBBO, Q Works Late, James in Jamaica, Kilts!, Aston Martin, Bond on a motorcycle, Commander Bond, Renoir Bond, Location Graphics

10 point art:

Bond, Max Zorin, Eve, Felix, Three-Color Bond, Renoir Eve and all of the Miss Moneypenny Takes a Holiday pics.

5 point art:

Cat, Jaws, Blofeld, and all of the others are from the Children's Story/Rebus

5 point writing:

Skyfall for Kids

Meme/Manip:

Bond Bingo Graphics (2)

Other fan creations:

2048 Game

Scavenger Hunt Fills:

#6 Create a Bond-themed crossword. #23 Create a portrait of a Bond character using only Skittles, M&Ms, or similar small round colored candy.  #28 Find the Difference - Create an almost identical image and change a few things there (could be an edit or art). Tell us how many things have changed when you post it. #29 Solve someone's Find the Difference challenge (Can earn up to 3 times) Solved 3: by kitten-kin, anyawen and ate-the-bean #33 Complete a Bond themed crossword created by somebody else. (Can earn up to 3 times) Solved 3: 2 by kitten-kin and one by spiritofcamelot. #37 Create at least 5 Bond-themed rebus puzzles. #38 Design 3 outfits for a Bond character to be worn on 3 separate occassions.  #44 It's never too early to introduce James Bond to the next generation, although some of the content is too mature. And too long. Rewrite a Bond book or movie as a children's book. For extra points, record yourself reading it like a bedtime story to a child (Both story and read-aloud included.)

Prompt Sheet fills:

#11 Anything, and I do mean anything, about Max Zorin from A View to a Kill. He deserves more attention. #22 Flowers. Put them in a bouquet or in the park. In the garden or as a garden ornament. Put them in a painting or a china pattern. Boutonniere? Yes. Flowers. Gimme. (2nd picture) #25 ANY excuse to put Q in a kilt (and see James' reaction?) #40 Dance. Flailing arms? Okay. Ballroom waltz? Gimme. Line dancing? Sure. Bump and grind? Ayup. Gliding across the floor or stepping on toes, put it in my veins. #62 Bond in Jamaica and his little harem of stray cats who learn his fishing schedule or recognize his boat. #81 “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”  #155 Historical AU:  Regency?  Victorian?  Roman Gladiator James and  Emperor Q?  (2nd picture) #159 Something nautical; Bond is a naval Commander after all.  Maybe a navy AU? Pirate captain Bond?  A shipwreck?  A romantic sailing getaway? #179 Q and Bond have to go undercover at the GBBO. And to fully complete the mission…one of them must win. Bonus points if they’re investigating Paul Hollywood. #206 Q working late

Art Table fills:

Use a medium you don’t use often  Draw in a different style Ten-minute challenge  Use only three colors Free Space/Challenge Yourself  Draw in One Continuous Line Black and White Only No Lines Inspired by a Painting

Theme Days:

Festivities Day  Felix Friday Characters of Color Moneypenny Day

Events:

1 Hosted:

Bond Bingo Discord 7/30

3 attended:

Productivity Hours Discord 7/15 Productivity Hours Discord 7/16 Ato's Writing Sprints 7/20

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