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sanjoongie · 2 months ago

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Blood and Sand

ღMy Forth contribution to the tipsy drabbles~

ღPairing: Gladiator! Jeong Yunho x Gladiator! Reader (f)

ღGenre: suggestive, action

ღAu: gladiator, historical

ღTrope: best friends to lovers, comrades in arms

ღRating: 18+, MDNI

ღWarnings: violence, blood, suggestive mention of just how big yunho is in the downstairs department 😳

ღWord Count: 1,121

ღSummary: In a Battle Royale gladiator contest, the final two whittle down to you and Yunho. You win, but at the cost of Yunho’s pride as a gladiator.

ღMy Tipsy Drabbles mini master list | Isa's | Dae's | Flurry's

The sun shone from high in the sky as you braced yourselves on the blood-drenched sands of the arena. The crowd shouted obscenities and praise but you droned them out, to focus on only one man: Jeong Yunho.

Today was a battle royale. Fifty gladiators were fighting for the grand title of today's winner: God of the Sun. Whichever gladiator won today’s battle would be treated with the utmost respect and spoiled with riches until the following year when another God would win.

The only person in your way was your best friend.

You and Yunho had trained to be gladiators since you were both sold and bought by the training house you belonged to. Yunho was given a spear for his long reach and you were given a club for your bloodthirst. Both of you excelled with your weapons but never had you ever had to fight each other on the sands.

“Well.” Yunho hefted his spear to rest on his shoulder. “I thought you would have gone out earlier.”

You grinned, blood staining your teeth from when you bit into someone else’s arm to get out of a messy headlock. “And let you have all the fun and the glory?”

Yunho stared off into the crowd. You bounced on the balls of your feet. You didn’t have any patience to wait for Yunho to shift and reveal which way he was going to lunge. You may be Yunho’s best friend but he was beyond competitive; he wouldn’t give up just for you.

“Come on,” You prompted him. “Come at me, Stick Boy.”

Yunho’s spear whipped downwards and you dodged its descending arc. You placed your sandaled foot on the tip to keep it lodged in the sand. “Do you really want to dance with me?” Yunho asked.

“Do you expect me to throw myself on your spear?” You countered.

“No but--” Yunho made a noise of frustration.

You tossed your club from one hand to the other. “I don’t need your pity, Yunho. I don’t want to hear some bullshit excuse of how you don’t want to hurt me. That’s insulting. I am a warrior. We learned both our trades side by side. Fight me. Let’s measure our worth.”

When Yunho didn’t say anything, or even look at you, you let out a blood-curdling yell and slammed your club down on Yunho’s spear. It moved out of the way just before your clubhead could split it in two.

“Fine,” Yunho said tightly.

And so began the fight between the Bullmoose of the North and the Mantis of the East. You charged and grunted and Yunho jabbed and dodged. The two of you were never meant to be opponents, for who would invest in fighters only to have them fight each other? But alas, the tournament was mandatory for all the gladiator houses to fight in. If you wanted to be someone recognized that year, of course.

The sun was so high in the sky now that both of you were sweating and breathing hard. The crowd was getting rowdy too, impatient for a victor now that they had their show.

“Listen,” Yunho said, attempting to bargain. “If you feign to the left, I can graze your ribs and when I’m victor, I’ll--”

You took your chance at his distraction and swung your club, clipping him just under the jaw. Yunho’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed onto the sand. You raised your club above your head and roared at the crowd in victory.

You were gifted with the laurels of the God of the Sun and were lifted onto a palanquin, carted away to enjoy your spoils. Yunho was dragged off the sands, in the complete opposite of care.

That night, after all the drinking, and celebrations, you made your way to the downstairs where the medicaus took care of his charges. You found Yunho awake, sitting up, with a glorious bruise on his jawline.

“And so the sleeping princess awakens,” You grinned, sloshing the wine in your cup.

Yunho sought to pin you with a dark glare. “I can’t believe you did that.”

You shrugged. “That’s what you get for letting your guard down.”

Yunho ripped his gaze from yours, opting to look down at his lap, where his hands were clenched into his loin clothe. “You know how much I wanted this,” he grumbled.

“And I didn’t?” You shook your head. “Oh, Princess, I wasn’t about to just give it to you.”

“Stop calling me that,” Yunho said through clenched teeth.

“It’s apt, no?” You snickered. “The sleeping princess they’ll call you. And I, the--”

You never did get to finish the new title you were about to bequeath yourself with, because Yunho bursted up from his place in his cot, and pinned you under him. Your cup clattered to the floor, spilling your undrunk wine.

You bucked and thrashed but Yunho easily held your arms above your head with one hand.

“Is this how you treat the God of the Sun?” You snarled, snapping your teeth without actually managing to bite anything but air.

Yunho looked down at you, amused now. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

You let out a loud noise of frustration. “Or what, Yunho? If you had won, would I have given you the respect you had earned? Is it because I’m a woman? Are you one of those men now?”

“I am a man and you would do good to remember that.”

Apparently Yunho had taken it personally that you called him princess. Because at that moment, Yunho’s eyes became even darker, raking over your form under him.

“Because I sure do remember that you’re a woman.”

“Yunho,” You growled in warning.

You grew even more desperate to get out of Yunho’s hold. You twisted your wrists, managing to free them but Yunho simply pressed his entire weight against you, pinning your body with his own.

“We are friends, are we not? Do not do this!”

“Do what?”

You felt his lower half grind into yours. With a yell, you wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your weight with all your might. Yunho landed on the ground with an oof, arms around his head to protect his new head injury.

“You’re crazy,” Yunho grunted.

“It would do you good to remember that,” You threw his words back at him.

Yunho threw a rueful look up at you. “I don’t think I’m going to forget it now.”

And you had a feeling you weren’t going to forget that your best friend was a man either. Not after feeling how… blessed by the god’s he truly was.

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