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Gladiator!Reader x Gods!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse
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This was such a fun and unique fic to write and I'm honored @drops-of-the-sun requested my writing for their AU! A mix of gladiators and gods with two offers and difficult choices. I also loved describing the boys as gods and how they interacted with their champion!
Content Warning for suggestive themes.
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The domus, a large house, stands tall and grand. In the shadow of the colosseum, it is a mere footstep of smooth marble but no less imposing. The double doors are gilded in gold, and the guards escorting you speak not a word as they push you through the entrance and into the atrium. You gaze around, wary. A large central hall is open at the roof, allowing sunlight to stream down and open up what would otherwise be drenched in shadows. Lavish decorations of gold vases, jewel-bright pottery, and marbled floors scream of the high importance of those residing here. The walls are splashed in frescoes of deep blue midnights and burning yellow mornings; the glorious depictions of the astral beings who must use this as a villa during the god games.
Why do they summon you now?
Aligned with the front door is a dark curtain of blue speckled with tiny yellow stars separating a study from the rest of the building. The guard pushes you towards it. You glare back at the rudeness of your escort. Though you are still a captive, you are a famous gladiator. Your renowned skills earn you much recognition within the colosseum, and though fame does not grant you freedom, it provides you with status. Status that should keep from being treated so harshly, like a lamb led to slaughter.
Unless that’s what you have become in such a short time. The god games are soon. Your heart cools like iron left out to crumble and crack at the thought of your patrons choosing to cast you aside for another—and forsake your chance for freedom.
A strong, steady voice speaks beyond the curtain.
“Enter, our champion.”
The guards step back in a unison beat of footsteps, standing tall and fearful of the gods they serve.
You however straighten with grizzled anticipation. You smooth down your chilton, a knee-length, short-sleeved tunic, and adjust the cloak carefully wrapped around your body. Stepping forward, you sweep the curtain aside and enter the study.
The room glitters lowly with the light filtering in from small square windows. A glow from the bronze couches, overrun with plush cushions, brightens the space. A center table piece of polished wood lies gilded in gold. The walls are finely decorated in frescoes of yellow ochre and blues so dark they’re almost black.
Two astral beings fill the room with their radiance. You remain guarded as you bow yourself before them in reverence. Your patrons are powerful. You do not trust them.
One steps forward, his body flickering with living flames. He dons dark armor, cladded with a rich red cloak down his back. Gold chains bridge over his chest and attach to his shoulders with the rich symbol of the sun. Aptly decorated, for he is Sun.
A marking that is upon your lower back, a stamp of claim when you first became their champion, shares the symbol.
The second astral being leans against the wall, draped in shadows. Moon. You resist a shiver as his crimson, otherworldly eyes look over you with an expression you can’t read. He lingers on the scar on your face, and you nearly turn your head away in anger that he would openly gaze at the marred flesh you despise. His arms are folded, and his skin is the living flesh of the night sky, dark and deep blue, with tiny stars speckling his body. He wears gray linen, thin and climbing up his throat. A tendril not unlike a nightcap falls over his shoulder from behind his head, shimmering softly.
“Welcome,” Sun greets boldly. He gestures an open arm over the couches. “Make yourself comfortable.”
You silently pad to the bronze seat. Sitting down, you loathe how they stand over you, lording, commanding, an untouchable power radiating from their beings.
“You are stunning, our champion.” Sun steps closer, and draws his finger along the scar of your face, leaving a hot trail over the bridge of your nose. “Your physical prowess is lethal and your strategic cunning is a marvel to behold.”
You hold very still, jaw clenched and muscles pulled taut along the length of your body. The beat of your heart jumps.
“Yes?” you inquire.
Sun flashes a burning smile, his pale eyes flicking like candlelight.
“We have an offer for you.”
Moon steps forward. He studies you fiercely, eyes half-lidded before he speaks.
“Become our consort.”
You stare, struck by the astral beings. A thick haze takes over your mind.
They already claim you, a marking of a moon and sun sitting on your lower back, circled in black. You, their champion. But to become a consort would mean a fight you have never faced before. Would they use you? Bleed you dry of all your mortal love before casting you aside? Do they only care to preserve their favorite fighter?
You don’t dare lean into their silvered words. How can you?
“We are waiting for your answer, my champion.” Sun steps closer. He takes your hand and brings it to his mouth where the temperance warmth of his flames lick your knuckles. “You have never been so uncertain in battle. Why begin now?”
“If you accept, you will have freedom,” Moon rasps darkly. He slips like a shadows to your side. He gathers your other hand and drags the back of his finger down a scar that cuts the length of your forearm. “You may refuse if you wish.”
“And rot in the colosseum,” Sun punctures cheerfully.
You shiver in equal parts fear and uncertainty.
Freedom. You could see your mother again, after all these years. She was frail before you were thrown into the gladiator fights. You have often imagined how unkind the years have been to her and your younger brother while you’ve been held away in the colosseum. How big has your brother grown? Has he moved on? Begun his own life? You hope so.
The two gods loom over you. You cannot keep them waiting.
You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again. This is not the simple task of cutting another down. This is your fate of dancing between the will of astral beings and your desires.
Can you trust your patrons?
“I beg, my lords, for time to consider this most gracious offer,” you speak, cool and cordial, but careful.
The flames of Sun’s being flare for a heartbeat, and the heat upon your hand creeps to an unbearable degree. Moon’s hand tightens around your wrist as if to place you in shackles. Would it matter to them if a consort is willing or not?
Sun grins and releases your hand. “Very well. A day should be plenty for you to understand what a gift this is. Moon?”
“Agreed.” He sets your hand back on your lap with a rubied stare. “You may go.”
You bow again and slowly rise. Without a word, you leave their presence, their stares cutting through your spine and into your very core before the curtain falls. You breathe out.
Is freedom worth the price of becoming two gods’ consort?
Your quarters are meager, dusty pale walls with simple wooden furniture strangely strewed with lavish gifts from rich contributors and sponsors of your battles. There are letters from those you celebrate your victories and root for more bloodshed by your hand.
If you accept being Sun’s and Moon’s consort, you are then slotted in as their champion for the god games, and winning such a battle would win you everything. Your gods’ affections, freedom, and the power to choose your fate—should your lords treat you well and properly.
You don’t believe they will simply adore you. They yearn for something. They wish to use up precious life at their whim.
But do you stay and fester, fighting until you grow older and more unbalanced, and a blade catches your heart?
What choice is there when it is between two shared fates of doom?
You do not light a lamp. You stay in the darkness and contemplate how you will answer in the morning.
A disturbance pulls you from your brooding. Under your door, darkness shifts. Before you can reach for your weapon, a column of smoke slips into your room. It spills and twists upon itself. From it emerges a god.
Your eyes widen before you throw yourself down on your knees, and bow properly. Never had you hosted such a guest in your pitiful chambers.
“Eclipse,” you breathe.
“Do not speak,” he growls. The god holds his two sets of arms wide. His skin is dark maroon, almost colorless. His loose brown robes expose his chest and the burning orange star set within his chest like an exposed heart. His one eye glows not unlike embers pulsing within a fire. A fierce marring on his other eye removes it completely. He glides deeper into the darkness of your room, standing before you.
“Rise, and sit with me.” He moves without confirming your movement. Draping himself upon the humble workings of your dull wooden couch, he waits for you. His head tilts expectantly. His sharp teeth flash, waiting.
You have no choice but to answer. Straightening, you rise to your feet and stand before him. His relaxed, reclined position on the couch is too uninhibited for your liking.
The god smirks up at you, his tongue running over his wicked fangs.
“Sit.” He pats his thigh.
You do, falling into the god’s lap. His arm immediately wraps around your waist. You hold your breath steady as if you tread black water, afraid of sinking into his abysmal mass.
“I have come here to make you a most beautiful proposal.” His upper right arm finds your hair, cut short with an undershave, and strokes the scars over the back of your neck. It takes all your being to not shudder.
Your eyes flash to his in the darkness.
He grins wickedly and snarls softly, “Become my champion.”
Your lips part, eyes widening.
“Oh, I know,” he chuckles ruefully, “Sun and Moon think they can keep you all to themselves. But you don’t have to be tethered to them, dragged into their apathetic schemes. No, I will show you what a true champion deserves.”
You hold horrible still as his claws softly scrape over your hip bone. His eyes fall to your lower back side, where your chilton conceals the gods’ marking upon you.
“And you would not have to tell them you have chosen another,” he says, his eye half-lidded. “You need only to say you have accepted their proposal. Then you will watch them, study them, and tell me what you have found. What do they lack? Where do they stumble?”
You wish so horribly to speak but if an astral being commands you, you must obey. Your teeth grind softly together.
“Do this,” he lowers himself to your ear. His glinting teeth graze the shell of it, and you clench your fists, “and I will free you. I will adore you eternally.”
You hold yourself rigid under the god’s offer. That may be the ultimate demise. If you taunted Sun and Moon and betrayed them to another, how would they obliterate you? Your very being could be scattered to the cosmos like stardust.
But Eclipse offers you something more.
“You may speak,” he says and draws a clawed hand down your thigh. He clutches you close. His one eye admires you as if you were a golden crown.
Your mouth is dry. Wetting your tongue, you face the astral being as if he draws in the very light of the world into him. Nothing can escape, not even you.
“Do I have your sworn oath that no harm will come upon me should I agree to such a plot?”
His single burning eye glimmers.
“Yes.” His hands tighten around you. “I give it now, pledging myself to you, gladiator. We will be equals. Though you will be consort in name, you hold the power of a god at your disposal when you accept my hand.”
You hold your breath. A god’s oath is too powerful, and unbreakable, even by their strengths.
You could soon be free.
“I will give you the night to reach a decision.” Eclipse slides you off of his lap as if you were only a feather. He sets you sweetly back on the thin cushion of your couch. “By morning, when you return to Sun and Moon, I will have your answer. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Twisting smoke envelopes him. Again, the thick haze of his traveling form slips under the door, and you are left in the dark without his crackling orange light.
You don’t move. Your fate is in your hands, and you must choose.
#naff's writing commissions#gladiator!reader#god!sun#god!moon#god!eclipse#love the dynamics and this y/n has the experience to handle what may come#but at what cost?#naff writing
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And finally after a long struggle with the background I can show you the gift I made for @angyy-eugh !
She wanted to see my god au boys so who am I refusing such a request?😌
But I gave it a little twist! Instead of going with the actual god au, I threw these boys in a very nice Mafia AU where Sun and Moon are either a rival gang or some detectives/police and Eclipse + our mysterious guy are the Mafia. I'm not to sure about Y/Ns place in this AU so we just gotten be surprised what I will come up next time ;)
But to not keep you guys waiting any longer, here is the pic! I hope you guys enjoy it!
@weirdenbyferret @monsterlimbs
#daycare attendant#fnaf moon#eclipse#fnaf au#fnaf eclipse#fnaf sun#god!au#moon#moondrop#fnaf dca#god!eclipse#god!moon#god!sun#mafia au#sundrop#sun#fnaf sundrop#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf daycare au#dca au#fnaf bloodmoon#bloodmoon#Traped in Fates Web (I will cut myself free)#TIFW
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Literally mid reading Trapped in Fates Web (I will cut myself free) by @drops-of-the-sun and
I needed to draw
#sun and moon au#sundrop#moondrop#eclipse au#my art#not my au#fanart#Traped in Fates Web (I will cut myself free)#gladiator!reader#god!eclipse#god!au#god!moon#god!sun
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Been binging TSAMS and catching up on what I missed and OH MAN-
God!Eclipse has currently taken over my brain. Saw a few ppl drew him, and felt compeled to also give it a shot!
(Click for better quality! :))
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ouguhhhhh eepy but not eepy enough
#art#my art#digital art#fnaf art#eclipse#god!eclipse#totally not for a ref of a fanfic i have in my drafts#noo
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@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
#dashboard#staff#tumblr update#comic#art#doodles#costco ceo about the price of a hot dog.png#i refuse to believe this is a real problem that site owners think people have#frankly i refuse to believe people had this issue with deviantart before eclipse#i am sorry you have to put about 15 minutes of effort into understanding a new website. feel better soon#my main blog doesn't have it yet but i logged into here to make this post and. i have it#this is fucking terrible. it would ahve been really really funny for april fools day but not as a permanent change#i hate it a Lot. i hate it so fucking much. oh . my god.#edit - guys i amnot actually sending de*th threats to staff it's the costco hot dog meme
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speak no evil, see no evil, hear... all evil???
@lilakwii i hope u enjoy this little gift since u like sun so much hehe :3
LDR belongs to @spadillelicious !
#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf dca#dca fandom#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf eclipse#dca eclipse#love death and rollerskates#pingdoobles#the three wise monkeys thing but make it... LDR???#except eclipse would probably make y/n hear all the evils#and blast glam metal obnoxiously loud while singing along#y/n sneak away when u can oh god#not planned but once i started drawing i literally couldnt stop myself muahahaha (i have be up early for work send help)#cw bright colors#cw eyestrain#bright colors#eyestrain#edit: just woke up and see every little mistake my sleepy brain didnt catch last night why would i do that#also yeah back on my LDR bullshit !!
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[ID in Alt]
Don’t ship sanuso. WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE !!! I can’t stop drawing them they make me SICKKKKK they’re a PARASITE ON MY BRAIN !!!!!!
#one piece#1pc#sanuso#usosan#Sanji#usopp#black leg sanji#god usopp#one piece usopp#op usopp#straw hat usopp#sanji x usopp#one piece sanji#op sanji#started one piece and they’re going to be the end of me#id in alt#art#fanart#anime#eclipsed art
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soon a rain of blood, the likes of which you cannot imagine, shall fall down upon you. it will be a storm of death. but take heed, struggler - struggle, endure, contend. for that alone is the sword of one who defies death.
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Behold, the unholy trio!
Meet Sun, Moon and Eclipse from my fic Traped in Fates Web (I will cut myself free)
It's not posted yet but you can get a taste of chapter one by reading this wonderful commission @/naffeclipse made for this AU!
These three are gods, astral beings, who give dear old Y/N a run for their money (or freedom, in that part)
They are part of a Gladiator AU, where gods hold a yearly tournament. They collect the best gladiators of that time and make them fight each other for freedom.
But Sun and Moon play another game with their tiny champion. They want a consort, someone to amuse them for longer then these games last. And Reader knows that. Yet they have no room to decline. Not when they desperately need that freedom, when they want to see their family again. They have to accept this dangerous game.
And then there is Eclipse.
Believe it or not, he's actually the good guy for once! Kinda
#daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf eclipse#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's au#fnaf dca#dca fandom#dca au#dcau#sun#sundrop#moon#moondrop#eclipse#god!au#god!sun#god!eclipse#god!moon#Traped in Fates Web (I will cut myself free)#TIFW
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Hey so uh suddenly decided to doodle a self insert in @drops-of-the-sun's gladiator x god sun moon and eclipse au, and I know is supposed to be a boy, but I learned of gladiatrices and I cant really imagine myself as a boy so uh
Yeah
#sun and moon au#eclipse au#eclipse dca#eclipse fnaf#my art#not my au#Trapped in fates web (I will cut myself free)#god!au#god!eclipse#god!moon#god!sun#gladiator!reader
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It him!!!!
Some doodles of Lord Eclipse that were meant to be part of a whole page but I don't feel like making more rn, so this is it!
(Click them for better quality! ^_^)
#the sun and moon show#tsams#sams eclipse#sun and moon show#god!eclipse#lord eclipse#fnaf eclipse#snowygrill art
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CANON ECLIPSE DESIGN REVEALED IN RUIN TRAILER!!!
#THEY WAVE AT YOU#aAAAAAAHAHA#what a funky lad#cant wait to draw fanart of them#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#also need to post ablut the others#poor roxy oh god
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I’m a day late but it’s okay Happy birthday to the Eclipses!
Which Eclipse is which
Top left- God
Bottom left- V3/V4/3.1
Middle- Og
Top right- backup
Middle right- servant
Bottom right- Solar/nice Eclipse
I didn’t put Swap Eclipse bc he would technically have the same birthday as Sun & Moon
And I put Solar bc technically he and Eclipse would have the same birthday.
#sun and moon show#eclipse sams#sams eclipse#the sun and moon show#tsams#eclipse tsams#tsams eclipse#solar tsams#sams solar#solar sams#tsams solar#servant eclipse#god eclipse#lord eclipse#my art
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the cast in shitty pride merch
eclipse doesnt get a shirt but he does get a mug
#birdcage scribbles#oh god the tags#here we go#sams#tsams#the sun and moon show#sun and moon show#laes#tlaes#the lunar and earth show#lunar and earth show#sams sun#sams moon#sams lunar#sams solar#sams earth#sams eclipse#tsams sun#tsams moon#tsams eclipse#tsams solar#tsams lunar#tsams earth#sams fanart#shitpost#this all started bc i found the ''i love my 2 moms'' shirt and i was like ''inneed to put that on jack''#then it just.. spiraled from there#also fun fact the 'pride demon' one is my phone lock screen lmao#was shocked when it was an actual shirt
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Eclipse of the Sun: Diana's Farewell to Apollo
By Karl Bryullov (1852)
#apollo#apollon#artemis#diana#greek mythology#greek gods#roman gods#hellenic polytheism#oil painting#solar eclipse
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