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nemesyaaa · 2 months ago

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now, we're free (gladiator au) // gladiator!rafe x daughter of the empreror!reader

summary ; you were much superior to him, the daughter of the emperor and the future of rome. you could have him killed just for a glance or a touch, but it felt like everytime you were with him, rafe was the one to holds the power. when fire met gasoline...

tropes/genre ; forbidden relationship. tragedy. good person, wrong time. bodyguard dynamic. slight of ennemies to lovers to etablished relationship. royalty/roman empire. bittersweet fluff.

warnings ; violence, war mention, blood, little age gap, angst, tension, death. suggestive content (not smut.). men are trash. abuse of power. corruption. minors dni.

author's note ; i think it's obvious that i watched Gladiator ii and i'm just obssessed with the whole movie.

— as a child of the Roman empire, Rome was your home but also the name of your tragedy.

the story began when rafe was assigned to your protection. it was obvious that the mission didn't delight him but it was the emperor's order and he could not contest it. he found it terribly humiliating for a soldier of his rank to be under the rule of a spoiled little princess like you. he had no desire to be your nanny or the victim of your whims. you already had a thousand servants for this.

SO this is why you weren't meant to love him. you were out of his league and much superior to him. you were literally the princess of an empire, what could it offer you that was better than what you already had? and despite his charming face, you weren't really attracted by his nonchalance and coldness, especially knowing that it was only reserved for you. with the others, he seemed more human. but with you, it was just a machine following orders.

because of that, you started provoking him on purpose, spreading chaos wherever you went only to see him running after you. if only you knew how mad you made him every time he's forced to apologize or take the blame for you, how miserable he felt when you push him on his knees just to tie one of your shoes or just for the pleasure of seeing him under your feets. he was so sick of you that he was holding himself everytime you call him to not killing you.

you were smart. damn, he hated knowing that there was a brain in your head that was giving you all these stupid ideas that were driving him crazy, that forced him to constantly follow your ass like a raging dog.

but one day, it was enough for him.

he was just tired of you treating him like a slave. you were perhaps the princess but you needed correction, to have a minimum of discipline. your education had to be redone and he was going to take care of it.

and the night you tried to escape from your room had been the perfect opportunity. you opened the door silently and so naively while rafe was waiting for you right here.

because he was your bodyguard for over years, he started to obviously know you because he was someone very observant. he didn't talk too much, answering the least possible, staying quiet behind you even when you were yapping for more than hours. he was watching you from behind, listening to you in silence. you will be surprised by how far he knows you, how he can predict every one of your moves.

“where do you think you're going? ”

“i'm going to the toilet. can i ? ” you replied sarcastically.

“now, you're lying to me. ” his voice raising through his gritted teeth.

“leave me alone. i need to go. ”

“oh no, i don't think so. you're not going anywhere with that sick annoying attitude with me. you know what i think? ”

“ do i need to pretend that i care ? ”

“ you're too much of a spoiled princess. no one dares to stand in front of you, to tell you no so guess i'm gonna be the first. " his scary blue gaze was fixed on you, literally judging you with all the hatred he had for you, making you feel even more little than you already were.

“you just said it, i'm the princess. you have no power against me. you're not allowed to speak to me like that. "

“there is no one there so i'm your only ruler. it means that i'm gonna do whatever i want. so go back to your bed. "

It was a bit insulting that he saw you only as a spoiled brat. and you then frowned, placing your arms on your chest contemptuously.

"what is that look? Or you hating me princess, or you just don't like the truth ? "

“fuc’ yourself.”

you tried to close the door but he blocked it with his arm. “ is that all you've got, princess ? so disapointed. ”

he was so much stronger than you as much as he was taller, towering over you with all his height. “ you're the only one who needs to be fucked. don't be happy about it, i'm not gonna be the one.”

“ sure. you're so afraid to be killed by my dad after taking my virginity. loser. ”

the smirk on his face was brighter. he entered your room before closing the door. as he walked, you were forced to step back until reaching your bed and falling into your sheets.

“ don't ask me for things you're gonna cry later. you're not that brave, princess. ”

“ why do you hate me so much ? ”

“ can't i ? if it was not for your dad, i will not be there. ”

his words were mean. they were like bullets. and you tried so hard to not be affected by them, to not let him see your emotions through the sparkles of your gaze.

“ but you're. i don't care how much it is against your will because you belong to me. you can hate me with all your guts but it's only a torture for you. because while i rule my world, you're forced to be there, to be by my side anytime, to focus on me, to watch me all day, to follow my orders. so if you want to be hard on me, i'm gonna be harder. ”

he laughed through his breath. he took his sword on his hands and swayed the blade just in front of your throat. “ i can kill you, princess. look at you…you're shivering when i'm all ready to cut your flesh. do you know what that means ? that you should be kinder to me because i'm tired and sick of your attitude. ”

“ you're my bodyguard. aren’t you supposed to protect me ? you really suck. ”

“ i'm gonna treat you well when you're begin to show me respect. ”

“ you're the only one who needs to show me respect. i'm your superior. ”

“ really ? but you see, when i'm looking at you princess...i see nothing superior. ”

you were so frustrated. but he was right, you were too spoiled to accept that someone doesn't follow your will. your eyes were glossy because of the upcoming tears, and your sensitive side.

“ playing the victim doesn't work with me. you were not that nice when you made my life a living hell. ”

“ i'm gonna report everything to my dad. and you'll be executed. ”

“ that's your will ? ” he said, leaning over you. you turned your face away, unable to looking at him but he grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep your eyes inside his. “ i said. that's your will. answer me. i know damn well how that annoying mouth of yours can speak. ”

“ don't touch me. ”

“ you were this pathetic before i've even touched you. don't put the blame on me, your honor. ”

since that day, the tension between rafe and you has been high. you hated him but at the same time, you were so attracted to him. and the fact he was your bodyguard didn't help anything with your feelings. because he was always with you, you can't forget about him for a day which was pretty annoying.

rafe was also torn about you. because at the same time, he wanted you to die but also a part of him wanted you so badly. he was clearly ruining his life the way you made him feel.

one day, you felt sick and he didn't hear from you. and he was surprised to miss you. but what wasn't more surprising is that he took care of you during all your days in bed, letting your servants rest. “ you can do nothing without me, can’t you ? ”

and your long term relationship just started after he kissed you in your healing days. but at the same moment, your father sent him to join the new conquest.

your heart felt so heavy, beating in your ribcage like a drum. the war was over and rafe was on his way back home. he was coming back today with the whole army but you were still worried about the state in which you were going to find him. you were never sure about how he would come back to you. you were one of those desperate women who waited without messages, without letters whose hope was nourished by faith and conviction.

rafe was far from a weak man. he had all the rage and necessary strength that Rome expected from him. he was one of the best soldiers in the empire, one of the most valuable fighters and he surely had a promising future in the military career.

you were always afraid for him because the world was cruel and merciless, death spared neither gods nor mortals. at night, you couldn't close your eyes. you could never sleep properly since he left. you only had the smell of his clothes to comfort you, the memory of his voice and these words in your mind, the furtive reminder of his gestures swept away so quickly by a return to reality. you were in this unbearable and sad atmosphere which was called waiting and disarray.

your man always came home bigger to you. the war turned him into a beast. he was pretty huge and his muscles were fat, glistening from sweat and dirt. and you couldn't wait to be in his arms again.

before leaving that time, he had given you a priceless necklace. and since then, you wore it around your neck every day.

it was quite ironic. you the wife of no one, you the woman born with the title of princess, you the woman destined to rule an empire, you fell in love with a man of a rank clearly below yours. you knew that these feelings towards rafe were forbidden to you, that this love was doomed to failure, that only the suffering and the darkness of this union would remain. but you couldn't fight it every time you saw him. you were unable to resist the man who constantly haunted your thoughts.

“Princess, you are beautiful.” commented one of your many servants as she finished your tangled braid which she had punctuated with flowers and pretty jasmine scent.

you smelled good. you were coming back from a divine bath filled with body oils, and you were wearing one of your mother's wonderful dresses. you were her portrait. your father loved to tell you that. and it always made you happy because you never really knew her.

you had grown up in a man's world, ruled by men. even if there were all these gods and these offerings, it was to men that the real power here on earth belonged. but they were all corrupt, all deceptive and arrogant.

your father had burst into your room, a smile lighting up his face as he discovered you so pretty, covered in the thousand and one graces offered by royalty. you were the true treasure of Rome in his eyes.

“look at you, the most beautiful of all.” he began as he approached, a hand on your shoulder.

he coughed before clearing his throat. you quickly understood that he had something important to tell you.

"you know, I'm starting to get old. I have to think about a future governor...I can't abandon Rome without a successor. ."

“Give me the throne, Dad. I deserve it. Doesn’t it belong to me as your sole heir?”

"I know, I know. but my daughter...you know very well that women do not govern."

“but aren’t you the one who decides? you can change that.”

" Enough, I have chosen my successor and it will be the general. he more than anyone deserves this title for his loyal services to the empire and his honors. you should listen to me because I am talking about your future husband. "

your eyebrows arched furiously above your eyes. you took this decision as a betrayal, a total indifference. your father's negligence was one of your worst enemies. you hated his coldness so much.

"but father…”

you didn't like this general. your heart was sealed for another. for rafe. you had given it to him the day he had proven himself to deserve it. at first, you thought he was like the others, that he hoped to obtain royalty by dating you, but he had always been disinterested in your princess side, and the noble blood that flowed in your veins.

“speak your mind, your grace. don't let me with that look of you. you know, i can't fight those pretty eyes. "

“why me? you can choose so many women, so why am I the one you want?”

you had seen his irritable smirk at the corner of his lips. he was positioned above you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath pressing lightly on your hair.

“you want to see me with someone else? Are these your orders, princess? if it is your will..."

"It's not my will...I'm just being realistic. How do you plan to get my father to accept this relationship? You'll be killed before you can even talk to him."

"you think I can't be as dangerous as him? Who kills these men on the battlefield, who returns with his hands covered in blood, who sacrifices himself for the Glory of your father ? I made him a glorious emperor so I would have the princess, the happiest of women.”

you sighed with heavy chuckles. your eyes were locked in his. he had your hands between his fingers that were covered with bruises. his touch was so gentle for someone who kills and fights almost everyday. he couldn't hurt you, even if it was the will of gods.

“ rafe. i have a question for you. ”

“ say it. because it would be your last words before i kidnap you for the rest of the night. ”

“ promise me to always return to me. do you understand, rafe cameron ? you can't die. you can't die without my consent. you're mine, you're my soldier. ”

“ are you crying ? ”

“ answer your princess. ”

your eyes were full of tears, your voice cracking. your loyal protector stood up and placed his lips on yours.

you could feel how sincere he was with you and that was what killed you the most. your heart was in panic but you preferred to ignore the signals.

could we condemn you for wanting to be happy?

when the army returned, you were at the gates of the palace with your father surrounded by the senate and the royal guards. everyone was there, the crowd was so loud that the orchestra was lost in the cheers. you didn't want to appear too emotional but you could almost cry from the feeling that overwhelmed you when you finally saw your lover's face.

he was so radiant under the burning sun of Rome, in this armor of glory which made him much prestigious. he still had wounds from the wars but you were eager to nurse and heal them later. his face was coating with dirt and bruises, bleeding cut on his cheekbone, a bit of a crooked nose and his hands were filled with dried blood. his pecs were bulging and hard against his top. his look was wild and broken, the blue of his pupils piercing you through the crowd. you felt the heat stronger in your skin when his glare scanned you from toes to head. he spat a stream of blood out of his mouth to the ground before smiling at you with red lips hovering his bloody teeths. you didn’t take your eyes off him. It was probably the only thing you saw.

while your father praised the main hero, the general and your future predestined husband, you smiled brightly to Rafe.

“ come greet the general. ” your father said, and forcing you to face the situation.

“ princess. " the old man took your hand gently, putting a kiss on it before making a step back to respect the distance between you and him.

“ general. i'm happy to see you alive. "

" and i'm happy to see you again. you're always so beautiful. "

jealousy was a very cruel feeling which currently exploited all the members, and all the energy of rafe. he couldn't stand seeing you with someone else, he couldn't stand looking at that smile on your lips when you were talking to someone else. he loved that dress, but he hated the effect it had on this man. you were his. and if he agreed to be your secret, he nevertheless refused to share you. he was so conflicted that he tightened his grip on his sword. fortunately his sword was strongly attached in his sheath because otherwise it would slash this general's throat.

the blood pressure increased by anger had caused the veins on his hands and forehead to throb. he took two steps closer, before stepping back when he saw your warned look.

no, you didn't want him to do that. he had fallen back into his place, pressured by your anxious face. his lips were pursed, his teeth lightly biting his mouth. the blue of his eyes were scary, as his jaw muscle was tightened.

you then decided to slip away to the banquet. you didn't like these parties and big ceremonies. it was always so pathetic. you had joined rafe in your private garden out of sight.

the first thing he did when he saw you running towards him in your long dress flying in the wind was to pick you up from the ground to kiss you. “ there she is…” it was so good to see you again. rafe loved your taste, the way your lips swollen under the weight of his, the little wet moans of your mouth brushed by the slap of his tongue against yours.

if it was such a sin, why did you feel like you were in heaven?

his lips were rough and rebellious, slightly damaged but terribly addictive.

you hated that feeling of doing something wrong, when you were right by his side.

when he put you back on the ground, you were nervous. your fingers touched each other in frustration. It was hard having to tell the one you loved that there was a man who was going to marry you. it was as hard as looking into his eyes at that moment.

and then the sores on his face, he had already suffered.

“I have to tell you something…” you started.

he had only listened, with a vague response, waiting for you to speak your mind.

"I'm going to marry the general. My father decided it."

“what?” he spat. “what did you say? ”

he wasn't mad at you, but he wasn't feeling well. it was inconceivable to him. just the thought was fatal to the soldier.

"you heard...I don't like this man at all but I can't go against my father."

“but I do.”

“rafe. be serious.”

"i am. . i fucking am. so don't rafe me."

“don’t raise your voice at me. ”

“don’t ask me to stay calm!” he screamed back. “because this is not going to happen. "

“I’m your princess!”

"you're sure? because you just told me the contrary."

you tried to raise your hands to shut him off with a slap but he grabbed your palm before you could even touch him.

“where are your manners, princess?” he mocked. “ slapping your guard ? isn't it an abuse of power ? i thought i disciplined you. ”

“you know that’s not what I want!” you defended yourself by retorting violently.

he rolled his eyes, taking a step back as if you had broken something in him and he no longer had the patience to listen to you. to tell the truth, he was already tired and you came with a new problem.

“How do I know when I’m the only one fighting?”

" Excuse me ? "

"it's so easy for you. you're a spoiled little princess, you never need to do anything. you order, and you get everything on a silver platter. you never need to fight .even when you want someone.”

"you accuse me of a life that I never chose? You are unfair to me when I always choose you. I never fought, right ?what do you do with all these suitors that I pushed away for you, of these days that I spent waiting for you, of all these jewels that you gave me and that I wore, what do you do with my feelings ?what do you do with all that? All the things i've do for you? So this is what I am to you? This spoiled girl who uses you? Why would I do this? Give me one good reason to do this to you.”

he had his back turned to you, and your voice was weakened by emotions. you weren't well, your stomach was upset. and rafe spiraled. he didn't even look at you.

“How should I prove my loyalty to you?”

“ I know Rome is your home but we should run away. "

"you know I will be found. and you will be executed. you can't run away with someone like me."

"It's your choice. You can stay here and live your whole life with a man you don't love, or leave with me and be happy.”

“ You know, I can't leave ! I can't Rafe, I promise i can't. ”

“ Bullshit. ”

His words hung in the air for a long minute, before you back hugged him, your cold hands on his strong warm chest.

Your effect on him was still working because he was unable to pull you away. He was tense under your touch but not against, just frustrated.

He was always so weak with you. You were just a woman but every time you were around, it was like the best moment of his life.

“ I'm just afraid. ” you admitted. “ and you should too. because someone's gonna lose this fight. ”

“ I can't die without your consent. Do you remember ? ”

“ Will you also stop going to war for me ? I'm begging you. ”

“ So you know how to beg princess ? Interesting. ”

“ Surprised ? I've just learned from the man who always begged me. ” you teased in a playful tone.

“ The General was right. You're very pretty in that dress…”

“ I was wondering when you're gonna tell me. It was very long without you. I've had hard times in your absence because i was just thinking of you all day. ”

“ And now i'm back. You're really thinking of me all day ? ” He asked, pulling you closer to him, before sliding a hand down your tummy, making her way between your thighs. “ even there ? Yea, i can feel it, princess. You really missed me don't you ?”

“ We're in public. ”

“ Yea ? Should put them a show then. ”

Last night, you slept well. Maybe because you felt less alone now that Rafe was home. Everything seemed more comfortable, your blankets warmer, your pillows softer.

While you expected to see one of your servants when the door to your room opened, you were surprised to find that it was several guards.

“The emperor asks for you, your grace. " the commander had declared. "You'd better get dressed. "

“Give me a few minutes.”

Naive and carefree that you were, you didn't see the harm in this request even if it seemed strange to you. You just hoped it wasn't just about your future union with the general.

Quickly, you put on a decent outfit and followed the guards to the throne room.

Your world had collapsed when you discovered Rafe chained at the wrists and feet surrounded by guards like a prisoner.

“rafe!” your voice cracked both in your throat and the large room. you ran towards him but were held back by two soldiers.

what had to happen happened. no one escaped their fate. everyone was forced to endure it. your cheeks were covered in tears as you fell to your knees.

you only had to look at your lover for a few seconds to hear each fragment of your heart crystallize before exploding into pieces in your chest. the pain was heavy, a sharp and stabbing torture like a dagger plunged into the vital organ. you could barely breathe. the vision of his bruised face stuck in your mind. but above all this distressed look.

you were guilty. you had been unable to protect him, unable to save him. you had been helpless. and you felt selfish.

" enough ! " your father had proclaimed.

“leave him, dad. I beg you...take my life, not his. " you replied.

“it is not me who will decide his fate, nor you, my dear child. but Rome. "

" No ! No ! not the arena. everything but not that. "

your father’s smile was sadistic, so imperial in the face of your tears.

you had never felt so much hatred towards him as in that very moment.

“ You disrespected me by playing around with one of my soldat, you humiliated me ! But maybe it's my fault. I let you have too much freedom. But now, it's over. I'm gonna punish you and you will perhaps learn. You're gonna marry the general right after the death of your boyfriend. and remember, you can hate me with all your guts, don't forget that you're the one who chose his faith by sneaking around with him. ”

“ I love him, dad ! He's the only Man i want. ”

“ Instead of making your apologies, you're still defending him. Don't forget who you are. You're maybe my daughter but I will not hesitate to kill you. But if i do this, you're gonna be happy to join your lover and happiness…is something i can't no longer give you. ”

Rafe's jaw was tight. he had already struggled so much since his arrest. his muscles were tired. and anyway, he was now a captive. the chains were too heavy.

he was also suffering from his new injuries. his rage was gradual and intensive, his breathing was ragged, completely in rhythm with the movement of his arched mouth. blood was streaming down part of his lip down to his chin. there was so much anger in his system that the fat of his muscles were vibrating.

his eyes were distorted with hatred and pain. his blood vessels were dilated and red. With the chaos in his head, all his inner voices arguing within them, he was about to explode.

he knew the arena. everyone knew this place. it was the favorite spectacle of emperors, where gladiators faced each other to the death. life was rarely granted. it was a massacre consented to by the people, governed by freaks.

Most of the time, gladiators were war slaves, criminals, traitors. they were rarely people of high rank.

At nightfall, you waited until it was dark and there was no one left in the palace to leave your room discreetly and reach the cellar of the arena where the future gladiators were. you were trembling, scared and out of breath. you almost fell down the spiral stairs due to the narrowness of the place. you had negotiated with the night guard for a moment with rafe. he had given you a few minutes.

“rafe” you whispered as he stood up at the sound of the door.

“I’m terribly sorry.” you said. “It’s all my fault.”

you got closer. his face was damaged. he shook his head.

“I'm going to kill them all tomorrow,” he declared. “absolutely all.”

“you can’t kill them all.”

“I can.”

"I don't want you to die. I can't watch this.”

you had retrieved a tissue from under your cloak, and applied it to the glooming bruises. he grimaced slightly and you smiled. “does it hurt? ”

“i can handle this. ”

“ i'm so afraid. my father wants you dead. ”

“ he forgets who I am. i'm one of his best soldiers, none of his gladiators can't beat me. so look at me, i'm not gonna die. better than that, i'm not gonna leave you alone.”

“ i really don't want to marry this guy. ”

“ baby, you're not gonna marry anyone but me. ” ignoring the pain that came from his injuries, he pulled you on his lap, before kissing you so desperately that his mouth was literally devouring you, his tongue tearing your lips apart.

when the time presented itself, you were forced to follow your father to the royal balcony located in the arena, the one which gave a view of the entire expanse of the place. all of Rome was there. you would have hoped for pity, compassion, mercy but there was none of those. all the cries roared in the crowd, from the stands to the streets.

you were handcuffed to your chair, treated like a prisoner. your heart was beating painfully fast in your chest like a malfunctioning machine. you hated the position you were in. you weren't one of those people who loved to fight to the death. it was brutal, gory and pathetic. no one deserved this.

“ everything's okay ? ” the general asked.

“ i don't want to watch it. i just don't want this. ”

“ you should think of this before putting yourself in this situation. ” cutted your father, before addressing himself to his people.

he was so high, so glorified in society. but this man was evil and sick, a cruel emperor who loved to see people suffer.

in the shadows of the wings, where the warriors waited behind a great iron wall, rafe was prepared. he wasn't going to lose. Above all, he saw himself incapable of losing you. he had to fight for his honor but yours too. he was angry with your father as he never was so angry with his own.

the soldier had never had a break in his life. always pushed to his limits, always pushing to surpass himself. he was the eldest of his family, the one who had no right to make mistakes, the one who had to guard his weaknesses, the one who had to grow up more alone than the others. his father had always been hard on him, in his upbringing and with his feelings. sometimes, rafe agreed to talk to you about his mother and it was in these moments that you most often saw him smile. there were few women who had mattered to him. but now you were the only one.

the orchestra had resounded throughout the assembly, dominating all external noises. the games were about to begin for the pleasure of the spectators. your mouth was pursed, your heart was on the edge of your lips and the feeling of being on the door of the abyss. you would have rather been killed than witness the death of your lover.

when you saw him enter the arena, you tried to appear neutral because he seemed calm.

he always looked so magnificent in his armor. his hair was swept by the wind, a few strands flying over his forehead while dust covered his sun-kissed face, hands turned into fists.. because of the heat, he was already sweating. your hands trembled under the handcuffs as you watched him walk over the sand that must surely burn his feets.

you prayed. you prayed for him. you asked the gods for forgiveness and clemency. you prayed like you had never done before. “ save him. ” you whispered to yourself, collecting your tears in your prayers.

your eyes were opened against your will. it was extremely violent from the start. It had only been a few minutes since corpses were already on the ground, blood was spurting from falling bodies. you would like to care about everyone's fate but you only thought about rafe. you had your gaze glued to him, following every of his movements. you were unlike him, defeated and desperate.

however, he was well ahead of this battle. there was a sick rage within him, and an intense desire to win. a lot of throats have been slashed merciless under his sword. his head was empty, and every of his blasted punches was literally dead strokes. if people from the tribunes wanted a show, he was willing to give them. his charming face was hidden by some dripping blood that was running down from his mouth full of it.

he was no longer human for the moment, just a war dog who beat every one of his adversaries. all of his muscles were pushed hard to fight. his shield was pressed against his chest, and his movements focused on the action. he had been beaten many times but not defeated. he received several punches to the face and sword blows to the body but that did not stop him from continuing. as he fought, strong and fearsome, you began to be cooler. the crowd standed quickly by him.

there were around fifteen people left in the area. the best fighters. you seemed relaxed but you were still stressed because fate rarely announced a good fate to heroes. you were afraid of losing the only person you loved, you didn't want to and you weren't prepared for it. you were already suffering at the idea of seeing rafe's corpse plunge heavily into the dusty sand of the Colosseum. your body was under the influence of your bad thoughts. your tears were bitter and salty.

you watched your lover fight through the gladiators under the clanging of swords, the clash of blades. he had a good attack and a powerful shot. it was supposed to survive. he could do it. he had to do it.

he had no right to abandon you. no right to die without your consent.

the hardest part was not being able to move, being condemned to witness his fall.

you knew your father was a cruel man. he was not the emperor of Rome for nothing. He had killed innocent people, reduced people to slavery, and torn families apart. But you didn't think that one day you would be one of his victims, that you would be the target of one of his sadistic games.

sometimes he would turn his head to look at you and revel in your decaying face. to the point you believe that he wanted your death more than Rafe's.

when only him and one other remained in the arena. the finale was announced by the violent sound of trumpets. now the entire population was hanging in this fight. men were leaning over the boxes to better observe the battle.

the assault had been rapid and violent but above all gory. there was blood and sparkles dripping under a clash of sword attack. rafe had managed to gain the advantage, pushing his opponent to the ground. the victim had succeeded to dodge his blade several times before it was furiously stabbed into his leg.

you closed one eye, making a grimace. the man ended up getting up, retrieving his sword to resume the duel. he had taken his revenge. he now had the upper hand over rafe, and the massacre continued.

except this time it was even more painful because rafe was staggering and unsteady, his face was badly beaten, and the blood was rushing from his opened fleshwounds.

you wanted to scream but it was impossible. nothing came. nor your voice. nor your words. you were stuck in an uncomfortable silence.

you thought about how you could have hated him so much in the past and now he was all that mattered to you. you wanted to go back in time, find this machine that granted wishes, ask the god for forgiveness for not having been faithful enough to them. you wanted to go back to when you and Rafe were still innocent of the fate that awaited you.

you wanted to return to the comfort of the past. the present was unbearable.

the man's body fell to the ground with a big bounce. his corpse had caused the crowd to vibrate with a festive howl. cries were heard from all sides but the time had come to give a fate to the winner. they could save his life or kill him.

your father stood up, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand. his look was sick. he had placed his thumb vertically, up and down. but before he could even finish, the body of Rafe fell to the ground. you heard his voice raising in a painful growl, as he closed his eyes just under your gaze.

you screamed, the most longest and hurtful rome has ever heard in her life. strangely, the emperor let the guards break your chains and you ran away to the arena. you didn't Care about how much people watched you, you just wanted to check your lover’s health.

“ don't leave me. don't you dare leave me. you have no right leaving me. Do you hear me ? you can't leave me. it's a promise, don't you remember ? ” you shouted, shaking his body against your hands. your voice was broken and your tears were bleeding in your face. “ i'm gonna hate you forever if you leave me. forever…i'm sorry, really, i'm sorry…”

no one lifted a single finger, not even a single move. they were just watching you falling into madness from the loss of your boyfriend. he was still breathing but his eyes were closed.

“ it's an order from your princess. stay alive… where did you go, my bodyguard ? where did you go ? tell me and i will make you come back. i can't lose you. i-i love you, okay ? isn't you supposed to be waking up now ? ”

“ you didn't change at all, a bit of a crybaby when i'm not around. ” he joked slightly through the pain of his wounds.

“ are you dead ? i mean, are you okay ? ”

“ i can't promise you anything. ”

“ does he will kill you if i'm kissing you right now ? ”

“ still planning to kill me even after all those years ? ”

“ rafe. i'm very worried…I want to go back to the beginning. take me back to the start. it's an order. ”

his hand weakened in yours, falling from your grip.

but it can't be over. not like that.

“ rafe…rafe….rafe. answer me. rafe ? answ… me…could you fight for me...just one last time...”

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zepskies · 5 months ago

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hi zep!! do you have a fic rec list for soldier boy or any fave soldier boy fics/writers in general?

Hey there!

Ah, I should've known this question was coming lol. The answer is, I do now! 💚

Stories are Soldier Boy x Reader unless otherwise specified. This is 18+ only content!

@waynes-multiverse -

Bad Reputation Summary: In a world full of careless supes, powerful people, and corruption on all levels, Y/N’s the typical millennial, trying to make the world a better place one good deed at a time. As a civil rights lawyer in New York City, justice, kindness, and selflessness are her motto. Her patience is tested, however, when none other than America’s ass himself shows up on her doorstep and needs help. [series complete]

Soldier Boy Masterlist - Recommending everything she writes, because I've read and loved it all.~

@venus-haze -

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best Summary: Soldier Boy’s been pulled from the European Theater to sell war bonds to the American people, the goodwill tour dotted by big cities and small towns alike. In the meantime, he gets familiar with the variety of women in dazzling costumes that accompany his speeches with carefully choreographed dances. You��re, without a doubt, his favorite of them all.

Watch Honey Drip, Can't Keep Away Summary: America’s golden son can't keep his eyes off of you, almost like he wants to devour you whole...or something like that.

Power Play Summary: So, you lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship. It happens all the time. Maybe not quite like this.

@luci-in-trenchcoats -

The Boys Masterlist (I'm about to read Thunder in Our Hearts in particular.)

@rizlowwritessortof -

Gladiator Reborn

Gladiator Reborn Part 2

Say It Summary: Ben has a jealous streak, and you have a stubborn streak - but only one of you can win.

@kaleldobrev

Soldier Boy Masterlist

@lamentationsofalonelypotato -

Take a Chance on Me Summary: When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think?

@thebiggerbear -

Where Is She Summary: Soldier Boy only has one thought in mind when Homelander wakes him up: you.

I'll keep adding to this list as I read more of this (charming) asshole.

Soldier Boy Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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brandwhorestarscream · 4 months ago

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NSFW, kinda spoilers for TF1

No because I'm still not over the whole "Megatron and Starscream's whole relationship is actually just really intense foreplay/bdsm" becoming CANON. Like??? Megatron literally throws him down in front of everyone and what is Starscream's reaction but to dramatically go, "Yes! Hit me! Hit me harder!"

Like???? I'm not complaining but a masochism-exhibitionist thing right in the middle of my transformers movie was not what I was expecting lmfao

Megastar probably had hot steamy evil villain sex shortly after the banishment, in the spot that would eventually become the new decepticon capital, in front of everybody 😌 Starscream swaggers up to him and goes, "Hit me again, big bot. I can take it~ ❤️" and the elite trine cheer him on like,

"YEAH THAT'S OUR TRINE LEADER!"

"Get it, Starscream! Get it!"

Seekers are a filthy, rowdy, overly-sexual bunch, and there's nothing like a good public fragging to raise spirits. If Starscream wants to publicly ride thick gladiator champion spike in full view of everyone in celebration of Sentinel Prime's death, you can bet your ass Skywarp and Thundercracker are gonna be supportive

#transformers one #starscream #Megatron #megastar #i will not be even remotely normal about this movie for the next 8 months #im going to throw every rabid half baked thought i have out there and you cannot stop me

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eyesxxyou · 1 year ago

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i need more gladiator miguel that was SO GOOD OMG

I gotcha cuz I've definitely got more ideas

💾 gladiator!Miguel x reader

❝ warnings ❞ sex, lots of sex, a little angst at the end

Gladiator!Miguel who you soon after hired to be a bodyguard for you to keep him close. He’s a good man, a strong one, and talented with a sword. You’d want no one else protecting you.

Gladiator!Miguel who is in attendance with you everywhere. In your bed chambers, in your bath house. So many opportunities with you alone, so many times he’s gotten to fuck you without any eyes nearby to catch the two of you in the act. You’re so good at tempting him, with sultry eyes and gently parted lips as you stand in the buttermilk waters of your bath and coax him closer.

You end up leaning against the edge of the bath with one leg over his shoulder and the other between his legs as he shoves his cock in and out of your pretty, tight hole. He claims it as his own, that unused entrance of yours as tight as a vice around him, and you let him because you want to be his so desperately.

“Fuck– Miguel! Please…right there.” You whimper as he pounds you in and leaves you trembling. You always get so hot looking at him, a big, hairy many like himself, testosterone so obviously pumping hard through his veins. You need him all the time.

Gladiator!Miguel who attempts to teach you how to wrestle upon your request. You do it in your palace garden where the grass and dirt would serve as a cushion for your many falls and defeats. And though you genuinely wanted to learn the art form of fighting, the two of you with your hands all over each other meant it wasn't long before you were face down in the flowers and Miguel was on top of you.

It was risky to do it in the garden where anyone could come through and see Miguel on top of you and your robes shoved up your waist. His hands pinned your wrists to the Earth and he fucked you with such vigor that anyone coming by would have mistaked it for an unwilling assault upon your body.

You had to keep quiet, even as he spread your ass so he could watch the way his fat cock disappeared inside you, even as he forced you to fuck yourself on him. “Take what you need, mi corazón.” He murmured in your ear, drunk off your soft body as his large hands grasped at your exposed flesh.

Gladiator!Miguel who needs his prince/princess to cum first always. You’re pampered, spoiled. You deserve to go first to ensure you’re properly satisfied by the end of it. It’s not like it’s a difficult task and the payoff is always so satisfying as he watches you make a mess of yourself, quivering with satisfaction beneath him as he fucks you into oblivion.

Gladiator!Miguel who genuinely teaches you how to swordfight. He thinks it’s a good skill to have. In the case that you are ever alone, you must be able to defend yourself. Besides you being next in line for the throne, you’re pretty, and there are many people in this world who’d like to take advantage of you.

Gladiator!Miguel who teaches you a whole plethora of things, how to fight, how to hunt, how to tie knots, etc. With each skill you’re taught, the more you feel yourself falling for him and him falling for you. In another world, the two of you could be together. In another world, a relationship like yours would be okay but you were expected to marry nobility and he was a simple gladiator.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #gladiator!au #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #spiderman 2099

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furious-rogue-stuff · 3 months ago

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OMFG I was not ready for this to come across my feed~! I am in awe and having a religious experience staring at these videos and photoshoot 😍

Pascal something special to brag about: "The distinguishing and incomparable aspect of the whole experience would be getting my ass kicked by Paul Mescal. Elder abuse, we call it."

He would say this 🤣 I love this handsome and hilarious dork so much

Back at the London shoot, there's no hint of this alleged "abuse." In fact, the two can't stop goofing off �� doing trust falls, dancing to Pascal's playlist, and having staring contests with the statues. At one point, though, Mescal turns from silly to sentimental, patting Pascal's arm as he says, "I've missed you. It's so good to see you."

Oh my heart 🤗

#Pedro Pascal #Entertainment Weekly #EW cover #Gladiator II #Gladiator 2 #Paul Mescal

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ashleyfilm · 6 months ago

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Seeing Clearly - Chapter 2. Jackson

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, There Will Be Smut, eventually) Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You meet “the miller family” and get your sleeping arrangements. 1K Words.

Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2. Jackson

Hours later, you approach the giant wooden gates of “Jackson” the community Joel had told you very little about on your journey here. Joel said approximately three sentences to you the entire time and you were so fucking exhausted you stayed quiet too. Surely to his relief. You see guards with rifles at the top of the gate staring you down and some on the other side of the gate as it opens. You look to Joel with fear and confusion in your eyes to which he just nods. What the fuck is all this, are you being walked to your inevitable execution, has this all been a ploy to get you here to use you for public entertainment, gladiator-style. Why did you agree, at least out there you could starve to death in peace.

Once inside the gates, a man with dark black hair, the same shade as yours but without your gray approaches with a charming smile but also a confused look on his face and he speaks with another southern drawl, “Howdy there, honey, you doin’ alright?” Looking between him and Joel, you realize how similar they look and how the younger man seems like the only person around who isn’t terrified of Joel. Who seems like he must be the town boogeyman by the looks on people’s faces with him around. “I’m Tommy, the handsome younger brother of your walking partner, here.” Again, looking at Joel with the mischievous treachery you imagine he did when the two boys were young, and Tommy was trying get under Joel’s skin.

“I’m uh,” you stumble over your words not sure if you should even tell these people your given name, but before you can decide what to say, Joel answers for you. “This is Ash, found her out there starvin’, alone, figured you could help her. Also, saw a clicker out there, took care of it.” You clock that Joel didn’t mention the clicker almost ripped your head off your neck and that he valiantly saved your life. Interesting, what’s his angle, to hold it over your head, make you think you owe him something. But he’s not even looking at you, he's looking down, avoiding you both. Tommy pipes in, “Okay… just out of the goodness of your heart, for me to help, okay, Joel. Well, Ash. Welcome to Jackson.”

He waves an arm out to the side and behind him to gesture to the town. You realize that you hadn’t even taken in your surroundings inside the gates, too overwhelmed by Tommy and Joel and everything you’re learning about this man who saved you. Jackson is a whole ass working fucking town. Lights, wait, LIGHTS? Electricity…is that a dog, like someone’s fucking pet. Oh my god, food, you smell food. Laughing, holy shit, people laughing. People, lots of them, old people, kids? Is that woman fucking pregnant and smiling and walking over here? “Hi, I’m Maria. I see you met my husband, Tommy.” You look at her stomach again, and her smile and her and Tommy’s hands when they entwine them together and your face, you know, is scrunched in confusion bordering on disgust, “I know, it’s overwhelming, take a deep breath, why don’t we get you something to eat,” Maria says calmly looking you over. Tommy let’s out a chuckle at your facial expression and seems to pick up on the fact that you can’t control your face and that it tells your every thought right on the surface. You nod and let them lead you to the dining hall.

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You’re seated in a relatively empty dining hall with Maria and Tommy, Joel hanging back by the door like a watch dog or bouncer. Is he protecting the town from you? God, as if you could hurt anyone here, a bit outnumbered. Prick. You try not to eat like you’re as starved as you are but it’s very difficult. Maria and Tommy smile politely like two leaders that get a lot of enjoyment out of this moment, watching someone eat and relax before their eyes, it’s what they get to provide. It should freak you out but it all just feels so genuine. “JOEL! There you are!” A girl, with a low brown ponytail and a hoodie, who could be described as like Christina Ricci in Now and Then that tapes her boobs down and punches boys for sport, runs up to Joel and hugs him tight. Okay, he has a fucking kid. That hugs him like that and he’s still that big of an asshole? “Hey, hey baby girl,” he says softly petting her hair, “I’m okay, just got caught up in somethin’ out there on my way back but I’m okay, everythin’s okay.” You can’t tear your eyes away from this absolutely shocking interaction and the girl’s eyes catch you and you quickly go back to eating only to see your plate is empty, so you look back up at Joel and the girl. She slaps his arm as hard as she can, “How long have you been back and why didn’t you come tell me you were here, you dick and who is that woman staring at us?”

You cough, panicked, Maria and Tommy still watching you and sharing knowing smiles like they’re watching a damn play. Joel sternly says, “Ellie. Don’t-.” But she’s already stalking toward you, “Hello there, why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” And you don’t know what comes over you, but you burst out laughing. Like a full belly laugh, tears in your eyes laughing. Maria and Tommy follow quickly and Ellie eventually starts up too despite trying to act tough moments earlier. Joel makes his way over frowning at all of you like you’ve lost it. Still giggling, you ask, “How the hell do you know that saying it’s from like 30 years ago. People don’t even have cameras anymore; wait, do you guys have cameras here?” Ellie laughs, “I like you, who are you?” “Hi, I’m Ash,” Joel looks up at you when you use his nickname for you, “Nice to meet you. Your dad saved my life from a clicker and brought me here.” Tommy and Maria look stunned at your admission and all three of them whip their heads around to Joel who just clears his throat, frowns and shakes his head.

“He’s not technically my dad but..cool. Well, I’m glad you’re here and not dead,” Ellie smiles big and turns to Joel, shoulder-checking him. “Look at you, ya old softy, saving lives and bringing in newbies, who woulda thought. I’m heading home, see ya later, old man. See you around, Ash!” As Ellie leaves, Joel and you exchange a look, you can’t read exactly what’s going on in those eyes of his but he’s clearly fighting something, maybe he’s pissed you saw him interact like that, soft and nurturing with his daughter. But it wasn’t your fault, you’re just… there. Still feeling his eyes on you is burning you up from the inside, awakening something you haven’t felt in a long, long time. Something that feels an awful lot like desire.

Tommy walks over to Joel and quietly says something you can’t make out. All you hear is Joel saying “No” and Tommy saying “Please” and then Joel sighing, again. Tommy then turns to speak to you, “Look Ash, we’ve got limited space at the moment, we’re working on clearing some small apartments above the shops on main street for people living alone but it’s a few weeks before that’ll be done. For now, we’d like you to stay in the guest room at Joel and Ellie’s. She’s staying in the garage out back so you’ll be in the main house with Joel till we can get you into a new place.” You immediately look at Joel whose eyes are staring daggers at you and if he wasn’t so fucking hot, you might have been scared, but instead you feel the heat of whatever this is between you right at the apex of your legs. Then, your face betrays you, like it always does and all you can do is smirk, you actually fucking smirk at him, and he turns and walks away so fast you almost have to run to catch up.

#joel miller plus size reader #joel miller #joel tlou #my first fic #jackson!joel #f!oc #the last of us #seeing clearly #Ashleyfilm #pedro pascal fanfiction

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+Steve Throws Eddie His Yellow Sweater, Eddie Throws Steve His Vest. It's a Whole Thing (It's Canon. Gone a bit Viral, this one🤘) (Further Evidence: Steve Puts on The Vest and Eddie Checks Out His Ass, Also Canon. + Bonus Canon: Every Time Eddie Puts On His Steve Smile)

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+Stephanus Concubinus, Emperor Geta's Vita (a Steddie x Gladiator II au blurb inspired by kingsandsaints ' gorgeous painting of Joe Keery wearing laurels and a white sheet🕊️)

+Rockstar!Eddie, Meets Server Duo Stobin, is an Asshole and Gets His Just De'Soup- Later Eddie Comes Back to Apologize and Gets Steve's Number- Then, A Misunderstanding and a Proposal (An Add-On Ficlet started by two very talented writers sabbathbloddysabbeth and estrellami-1🤘)

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+S4 Cut Scene: Steve Pines For Eddie, Dustin is Excited For Two Dad's, or Whatever, He's Not Picky (Eddie Witnesses This Interaction From Afar, Wonders Fondly, an Add-On Ficlet)

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+Eddie Doesn't Give A Fuck About Sleep Paralysis Demon Steve (a bit personal, turned into a Steddie prompt)

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+Steve: All My Homies Love Boobs And Hate The Government / Robin Looks At Eddie: *Gay Silence* / Steve: Right?! (Robin Looks At Eddie: *Cringes* / Steve: *Bi Panic Sets In*)

+Eddie Munson the Lunchtime Menace... He Does All His Best Menacing at Tables: A Tale in Gifs (A Montage of Eddie Being Menacingly Innocent 😇👀)

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+The First Time Little Eddie Munson With The Buzzed Hair Gets Called A F*reak, He Is Too Stunned To Speak (Literally, just a sentence ✨with gifs✨ but now I need 100k words, on my desk by Monday morning. Prompto.)

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gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl · 10 months ago

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MegaCee would probably be where Arcee is the super innocent bean to help turn the murderous terrorist of a Decepticon into a more neutral character in terms of alignment. In my AU, Arcee is a gladiator forced to fight by being drugged with dark Energon while Megatron is a seasoned fighter who climbed the ranks high enough to spectate the fights. TLDR: Gladiators becoming besties and then one becomes an Autobot.

StarCee would be probably in the same universe, or if Starscream got his shit kicked in a little too hard by Megatron and was left for dead. Arcee finds him, fixes him, and keeps him with the Autobots. TLDR: She fixes his mommy issues after they get into bitch fights.

Both art works are mine. I had to delete my old account, so I'll try to re-upload stuff. BTW, this is for a fanfic I'm writing. I'll probably post it when it's done.

I'm high off of two days of sleep deprivation. IDK WHAT I'M SAYING ANYMORE LMFAO

EDIT: So, I was thinking a little bit more about MegaCee and remembered the rest of the lore kinda, I'll explain more based on the results of the pole, but essentially, in my universe, the Quintessons took Arcee while she was young, I'm talking like- five, and then experimented on her, destroying her body, ripping apart every organ, Gorey shit, etc, then hyking her ass up on dark Energon injected into her to make her viscous and kill all her cellmates. Then they entered her into an illegal gladiator ring that was like a gambling thing, bets and whatnot, then the whole Megatron thing I stated before, he was abandoned and trained by the bots responsible for the ring, meeting Orion Pax/ Optimus during it, then their falling out, and Megatron rose higher in the ranks. Arcee climbed the ladder of ranks in the ring due to her brutal and forced way of combat. Megatron almost formed an infatuation with her brutality and when it came time for them to fight one another, he gave her an opportunity. To join his cause. She accepted, they both killed practically everyone, and she became a spy for him to report back with Intel Sound wave could not. Because of the blue optics she has and her overall cuteness, she appears harmless and no one has suspected a thing. She no longer is hooked on the dark Energon, but kills out of loyalty for the most part. She does weep alone after every Decepticon life she had to take during the battles in order to not look suspicious.

Then for StarCee, to make it fair with the other ship, would be where Arcee is the same with this universe, but grows closer to Starscream, despite his jealousy of Megatron's attention being on her. Starscream, like in one of the comics, was abandoned by his mother figure, but in my universe Thundercracker and Skywarp are canonically his brothers, and he was responsible for himself and them. Due to him having to be an adult at such a young age, it could explain why he's more childish and bratty when older. This will probably end in both Arcee fully defecting to the Autobots and Starscream to join her, causing drama and shit to blow up.

Arcee will most likely be the therapy mom in both of these lol. DAMN. THIS WAS LONG AND IM SORRY. IM TIRED YALL

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abominable-space-they · 3 months ago

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Just thinking about different iterations of gothic romance demon/monster killer/stalker LuLaw au's for Halloween season

An Au in which Law has his devil fruit powers but is also some sort of supernatural killer. I'm always partial to werewolves and vampires

The Donquixote Brothers did get Law the op op fruit but at his young age, he couldn't use it effectively enough to cure himself so he was still dying

Out of desperation, moral ambiguity, and shared hyperfixation on power. The brothers reconcile to find a new solution to buy Law more time. They successfully track down a werewolf/vampire & have him turned

Law, now an adult lives day to day as a Donquixote Pirates lieutenant The Surgeon of Death, one of their fleet captains and leader in his own right.

In the daytime he keeps his supernatural nature under wraps with his devil fruit power but his reputation still proceeds him, death follows him wherever he goes.

The combination of his monster nature and his op op fruit suppression makes him a berserker who's very difficult to trigger. In times of duress/stress/hightened emotion, during full moons, when exposed to blood and violence, his mask can slip

Usually just a little, sometimes a lot

To keep his natural thirst for blood under control he hunts Marines, competing pirates, and ppl he just doesn't like at night, in complete secrecy. Not even his uncle's and benefactors know how deep his monstrous need to hunt goes.

Then there's Luffy, semi professional pain in the ass, active threat to the status quo, and irrepressibly cheerful, juggernaut of violent positivity.

They meet on the battlefield Sabaody and then again in Dressrosa, Luffy takes apart the gladiator system and the slave auctions but doesn't depose Doflamingo & Corazón as the leaders is Dressrosa and The Donquixote Pirates bc he doesn't know who they are yet and doesn't really care. His goals are to fight the emperors of the sea not waste his time on kings, warlords, and crime bosses

Law sees it as no real loss, he's been pushing his uncles to get out of the slave trade for years. It's bad optics, messy, and its gives to many of their resources to the government etc

He doesn't love it anyway, he remembers being powerless. Good riddance to bad business.

After he fights Luffy, Law gets a little obsessed with him, he's just so bright, so... Law doesn't know, something about him makes Law desperately hungry. He starts hunting more often

It escalates to watching Luffy anytime he can, anyway he can, though he likes doing it in person best, following the effervescent glowing scent of Strawhat in the air, wherever he goes

It's more intimate

Eventually it escalates to Law taking Luffy in the dead of night. He wants a taste and anyway everywhere Luffy goes he leaves chaos in his wake.

Law hates chaos.

Once Luffy's captured, Law is absolutely certain he's about to have everything he's ever wanted

Everything he's ever needed.

Luffy, who's being annoyingly chill about the whole kidnapped by a murderous monster thing, reveals himself to be a Demon

That's what the D is for silly Torao

Law swears that's stupid, he has a D too, he's not a demon or a half demon or anything else

Luffy just laughs, are you sure?

Maybe Law's not so sure. Would Doffy & Rosi know if he was? Would they tell him if they did?

Luffy starts teasing Law then, tells him he's been watching Law hunt him for months, that he's been waiting, luring him in, hungry for him to make his move.

He wants Law to fight him, to bite him, to taste him. He wants to taste Torao again too.

He decided months ago on Dressrosa, the first time he tasted a little of Law's exquisite blood, all that power and passion, that he was going to make Law his forever.

The consummation of that relationship is extremely violent. They couldn't be happier.

Pirates and Marines alike tremble at the news of their union

#one piece au #one piece #lulaw #lawlu #lulawlu #cryptids and monsters #fanfic #cryptid luffy #straw hat luffy #demon x monster au #lawluffy #trafalgar law #op law #monkey d luffy #luffylaw #one piece fanfiction #gothic horror romance au

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maltmealo · 10 months ago

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Chapter 19: Three-to-three ratio

"Ha... look at that, he's actually alive."

"Thats kinda the point of... all of this."

"Don't be rude, they're exhausted and probably in shock."

A laugh woke you up from your dreamless state. Children’s giggles bouncing around in your head and making it hard to fall back into the thick embrace of sleep. Blueberries and raspberries filled your mouth, the fruity taste coupled by a citrusy scent that was so similar to someone.

“Who are you?” The childish voice makes you snap awake, a dusty red and dark purple swirling together in your vision until the colors slowly morphed into child-like shapes standing above you. You slowly push yourself off the bed and the light children give you space, stepping away from your awakening form.

“(Y/N),” you respond, getting to your feet only to realize you were standing on a pile of blankets. you carefully step out of the blankets, stepping onto the hard metal floor below. The children again follow, giggling and muttering to each other. They were barely above your waist, almost looking like a toddler with the proportion of an adult.

“How’d ya get here?” the red one asks, stepping forward to face you, well, sort of face you, they had no face, only a blank red slate where their voice was coming from. “This place is fer us, not you.”

“Well… I apologize for invading your privacy,” you answer, glancing around the room lightly before finding that too invasive and instead looking down at the child again. “I don’t know how I got here, I was with my friend a little bit ago.”

“Friend, huh? Well I'm going to put my friend up your-” The angry red light-child is cut off by the purple one, they whisper something into the red one’s ear. The red one pauses, their shoulders dropping and visibly relaxing.

“Sorry ‘bout him, he’s just protective,” the purple one says, stepping forward and grabbing your wrist. The red one takes a place on the other side of you, taking your other wrist and tugging you out of the room.

“I’m Rumble and he’s Frenzy,” The purple one proclaims happily, jerking a thumb in the direction of the red one. They slow down once they pull you out of the room, weaving through countless bright white lights that wander around you.

“Don’t worry, we know who you're looking fer,” Frenzy laughs, pushing past one of the lights and it makes a noise similar to a low grumble, “Come on!”

Frenzy pushes open a door and a loud roaring slams into your ears as soon as he pulls you in, Rumble follows quickly, taking the lead and pulling you towards the railing. The bright light fills your vision, temporarily blinding you.

When your eyes adjusted, you could see what the cheering was for, an arena. A whole ass gladiator arena, with two people fighting in it. The seats were crowded with bright lights of all different colors, some mixing and some fading in and out. The cheering was boisterous and heavy, all but forcing your head down to watch the fight in the middle.

Before you could even squint to try and see who the two fighting were, Frenzy jumped onto the railing, almost hanging over the unsteady protective metal as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“GET HIS AFT!” He screamed just as you grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling. He instead dragged you and Rumble closer, his shouting becoming incomprehensible shouting.

“There!” Rumble shouted as well, pointing to the fighter that had a purple haze around him.

You squint your eyes to see, and it was none other than Doctor Sowa, no longer in a lab coat but instead in black and purple clothes. He was fighting a dark cloud, tendrils of shadows whipping out from the cloud as it fought against your dear doctor.

You gasp as one of the cloud’s attacks landed, sending him flying back into the arena wall. You lean on the rails with Frenzy, now in worry for your friend's life.

“We need to stop this, he's going to die!” You shout, trying to pull away to find someone that could stop this death match but the two children stop you.

“No, no!” They say in unison, dragging you back to the railing and pointing down.

“Don’t you worry, he always wins, this piece of scrap is nuthing to him!” Rumble explains, eagerly watching as Doctor Sowa gets pinned down at the cloud.

You could only close your eyes and bite your tongue, expecting the worst to become of him. A loud ‘CHOOM’ echoes through as the arena is silenced, only a faint buzzing lingering in the air. You crack your eyes open, only to see the same blue fire only a few feet behind the fading black cloud.

Sowa was still standing, unphased by the impact he had taken. The crowd broke out in a cheer, the boo’s of whoever was around quickly being quieted by the unholy shriek of victory from Rumble. Suddenly you were being dragged away again, your heels scraping against the ground as the two light children all but carried you down a flight of stairs to the side.

“Where are we going?” You ask just as your feet finally get the message and start to move with the kids. They let your elbows go for just long enough that you weren't walking backwards before they grabbed your arm again and dragged.

“To see him,” Frenzy answered curtly, kicking open an old door with his foot and leaving a dark green light flashing and jumping back before it could hit him.

“Doctor Sowa?”

“Um… no,” Frenzy said, looking up at you. You could only assume he was confused but since he was faceless it could have been any range of emotion.

“He ain’t a doctor, he’s the best fighter ever!” Rumble chirped, stopping at a door before letting your elbow go. Frenzy followed suit, opening the door and walking in calmly.

Rumble pushed you in and the unbearable roar of the crowd was instantly muted, replaced with a soft humming of the man sitting in a chair.

“Sowa,” You say in relief, before you could even open your mouth again he gestured for you to sit. You did, taking place in an old metal chair that was rusted and slightly blue.

He nodded and took off the face mask, revealing scarred lips covered in blood and flickering purple lights. Rumble and Frenzy were now by Sowa’s side, gripping onto his pant legs and muttering amongst themselves again.

“Where are we?” You asked after a moment of enjoying the quiet, leaning back against the chair to look Sowa in the eyes.

“A memory,” His voice came out hoarsely, like a sound not spoken in eons, an echoing sound of an old pipe filled with holes. It was slightly monotone, yet you felt everything he felt. A deep calm washed over you as you spoke, “a good one.”

“You’re talking.”

“I am, this was a time before I took my vow of silence.”

“Are these your-”

“Children… yes, you seem to already be well acquainted,” he says in the same tone, watching the children as they run off to the corner and start tumbling around,

You watch them as well, unsure of where to go off of this before finally speaking up again, “I thought you said…”

“This is a memory, (Y/N), they have long since been… extinguished,” His voice gets solemn and Rumble tackles Frenzy into a pile of rubber scraps. They burst out into a fit of laughter as they grab handfuls of rubber and hurl it at one another. “They are the reason for my silence.”

One of the handfuls hits you square in the face, the black pieces falling into your lap. The children, blissfully aware of the faceful of old rubber you had just received, continued to play.

“Why am I here?” You ask, beginning to collect the pieces of rubber that had fallen into your lap. You place them in your palm one by one, the sides fitting together like a puzzle piece.

“You’re injured,” he states simply, standing up and plucking bits of it out of your hair.

“It’s rubber, not acid,” you chuckle, looking down at the deformed puzzle in your palm. It vaguely resembles a sharper version of the Autobots symbol.

“Your spark,” he reached out, pressing his palm flat against your chest. You could feel your heart beating through your body, a constant and rhythmic bump-bumping that almost made your head hurt, “You’re drained, you shouldn’t have gone with the Autobot.”

“Cliffjumper?” You ask, your head jerking up from your palm to look in the face, “is he okay? Did the others manage to find him?”

He stayed silent. With the other hand, he reached down and curled your palm up, the rubber symbol crumbling and falling to the floor. He took his hand away from your chest, pushing up and away from you as he went over to pull the two fighting children away from each other.

Before you could even speak to ask again, a cat jumped up on your lap. Well… it wasn’t really a cat, only a dark purple light in the shape of a cat, but it purred as it settled down onto your lap.

“That is Ravage,” he sits back down, both the children under each arm and dangling limply as they mutter angrily to one another.

You run your hand over the light, it didn't feel like fur instead like… scratchy carpet. You cringe, the sensation sending chills down your spine but the cat was purring even louder so you continued, “He’s cute.”

He nodded, switching the children to sit on his lap. He looked down at the two children, now happily leaning against their father and falling asleep, a day of screaming and dragging around a grown human would do that to a child.

“Is he gone?”

He stays silent, still looking down at the two children and at your lap.

“Doctor, is Cliffjumper gone?”

“It is… not known yet,” he says quietly, standing up and walking over to the rubber pile, setting the two children down in it before turning back to you, “I believe you say that it is ‘up for debate’.”

“Yeah for something like parents arguing or what to eat for dinner not… a friend dying,” you say quietly, picking up Ravage and hugging him against your chest.

He stays silent again looking for the words.

“You cared for him.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand… You barely knew him, he was nothing more then your caretaker,” he starts, his voice gurgling into something robotic as the lights flickered, “you care for someone you know nothing about.”

“So? He was still a person, and he cared for me, and nobody deserves to die just for trying to survive,” You whisper. Ravage meows in your arms, squirming in discomfort at your harsh pets. You ease up on the pets, your gaze locking with the ground.

“It’s a war, he was bound to die eventually.”

“So are you, but you don’t have to be an ass about it,” You snap, letting Ravage shimmy out of your arms and watching him as he crawls up on Sowa’s lap, “And even if you were right, wars are stupid, nobody deserves to be in a war.”

He didn’t answer, instead standing up and letting Ravage scale up to his shoulder as he walked to the foam pit and set down the two kids. They groan, mildly protesting before letting go and holding onto each other instead. Ravage joined them, resting at their heads and purring quietly.

“You are more kind than many people, perhaps this war could have been avoided if you were there,” he said lowly, kneeling in front of you and taking your hand, “but it is doubtful your opinion would have stopped the two factions from fighting.”

“Thanks I feel so much better,” You pull away from Sowa and stand up, dragging your hand down your face as you walk to the wall.

You rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in a pseudo hug. He was right, you were one person, even if you had been there, what would a little human do to stop a war? What could one person do to stop a war?

Two arms wrapped around you, keeping you firmly pressed against his chest as Sowa sighed. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping silent for a moment before squeezing you gently.

“It’s not your fault, and you're not even supposed to be involved in this, you cannot feel guilty for a war and death that was inevitable,” He muttered, pulling away and turning you back to look at him, his lips pressed into a thin line and he reached up and wiped away the wet from your cheek.

“I have to.” Your voice comes out weak and cracked. You had to, they were people too, people who had dreams, had ambitions, had friends and families. Bumblebee had known nothing but war, he didn’t know what peace meant.

“No, you don’t, this doesn’t involve you.” He mimicked your volume, “This is a memory, my memory, this was what I experienced before the war, I would give many things to have this moment back.”

He gestured to the three in the foam pit, soundly asleep and snoring softly. He turned back to you and cupped your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over it.

“You are a smart and capable human, you can make a new life until I find a way for you to go home,” he whispered, slowly moving you towards the foam pit, “You cannot stay with the autobots.”

Before you could protest, he brought you down into the foam pit next to the three sleeping. He sits down beside you, awkwardly bending his lanky legs to fit in the pile of foam.

“I can’t leave the Autobots, they said they’d get me home once the war was over-”

“This war will never be over until we destroy each other,if you get more involved with this then you already are, the Decepticons would not hesitate to kill you and go to your home as well.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

His body radiated a heat that almost burned you, making you close your eyes as the intense waves of heat rolled off him. He let out a breath, his chest heaving up and down. The heat died down a little, but didn’t leave.

“My Children died in this war, I only have one left, I do not wish for you to suffer as I have,” he says softly, squeezing you tightly, “You have no one you need to protect, you need to be protected.”

“I…I can’t just leave, Sowa, I care for these people and I might be able to help,” you try to explain, opening your eyes and looking up at him. He was looking down at you, his eyes locking onto yours before he nodded slowly.

“I can’t force you,” he said quietly, his arm loosening around you, “just please, think about it.”

Little hands grabbed your shirt, a quiet groan coming from the faces now buried in your stomach from the two dimmed lights that had somehow managed to roll over to where you were without you noticing.

“Are ya leavin’?” Rumble mutters, tiredly rubbing his face as he looks up at you. He grabbed another handful of your shirt and yanked you to lay down, snuggling into your side, “Please don’t, I like ya, ya sound nice an’ we don’t got a carrier.”

He shoved the side of his head against your chest and Frenzy did the same to your back, effectively trapping you with their tiny, ungodly strong hands.

“Aw honey, I'm sorry but I gotta go eventually,” You say, softening at the child's plea for your company.

“Pleaseee, I promise we’ll be good,” Frenzy whines, his arms tightening almost painfully around your chest.

Another pair of arms wrap around the three of you, pulling you deeper into the pile of foam. Sowa curled around you three, carefully making sure to set Ravage on your side.

“Stay, sleep for a bit, you’ll be okay when you wake up just… think about what I said.”

The purple haze washes over you again, mixed with the lights of Rumble, Frenzy, and Ravages. It was warm, the comforting fog of the family made you sink further into your mind. Away from worry, away from war, away from the Autobots and Decepticons. The sting of your broken soul faded away, filled with his instead. He was supporting you, keeping you from falling back down.

“I’m so sorry for what has happened to you, but I will not let you fade,” he promised. The promise was a lock, the citrusy smell digging into your smell and anchoring it there. He urged you to sleep, they all did.

Stay.

Sleep.

Please just be with us.

Your eyes closed, you were safe in his arms, in his memories you would never leave. A permanent resident of his happiest time. The sparks of the many he had created along with one he had saved. He was happy here, you were happy here.

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Panicked noises woke up, beeping, the roaring of fire, the slamming windchimes, rain, the beating of a heart- it was to much- too much-

A cowbell.

A guitar string.

And a steady faucet drip.

They were new, they were… odd, almost as panicked as the others but in a strange way, scared.

Little hands touched your arm and the dinging got louder, A gentle shake tried to rouse you from your sleep. Another rougher grasp took hold of your arm, viciously shakily you as the thrumming got more frequent. The rougher hand was pulled away by the water, a mutter broke through the barrage of worried noise.

“Stop…. Hurt….”

The three new sounds were pulled away as the windchimes came closer. The ground left your back and was replaced by warm metal digits that trembled lightly.The three sounds quickly came back, clambering onto the servo with you, getting quieter in the presence of the windchimes.

“Wake up, please.”

The genuinity of the voice made it hard to resist its plea. As much as you wanted to stay with the pleasant feel of the four who had asked so nicely for you to stay, the panicking voice of Ratchet made it hard to stay.

Your eyes cracked open and the usually blinding light was replaced with the several bright blue lights of your inhuman friends and the softer eyes of three humans hovering above you.

“Look! Street girl’s waking up!”

#tfp #transformers x reader #arcee x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers #bulkhead #bumblebee x reader #cliffjumper #ratchet x reader

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 3 months ago

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"Love, sins & roses" (TFP Megastar)

WARNINGS: Toxic relationships, emotional, psychological and physical abuse (mentioned), obsessive and possessive behaviour, the sound used is from Rule of Rose - "Love suicide", therefore there are going to be mentions (both from the lyrics and story in general) about suicide and SH and other related not-healthy topics. Canon and headcanons elements at play. NGL I really romantized their toxic relationship, which is bad. Long ass post. SPOILERS of the Prime cartoon.

Say where is my shame - When I call your name?

From the very beginning of... well, everything - things were not quite good. Or maybe, at first, everything was actually good, but by the selfish decisions done by many that were on the power, things started to go downhill painfully slow, like a snowball that grew and grew, about to destroy everything on its path and produce destruction.

Megatron wished to make a change in the already corrupted system its people and whole Cybertrone was suffering, only to be pushed aside and to watch how Orion, the mech he trusted and worked alongside with the same goal, be favoured and given the title of Prime.

As if he wasn't already pushed aside because of his rank as a merely gladiator - that hatred for the higher up ones grew up with that jealousy he felt after watching his supposed friend take what Megatron has been working so hard to get and become. And amidst the destructive rising and move of masses to follow his command, shared ideals and vision - a seeker followed him.

So please don't set me free. I'm as heavy as can be.

The war changes everything - it changed Megatron, and thus, Starscream. The seeker was well aware at how his leader was slowly overtaken by madness and a lust for power and killing. The leader saw his second in command slowly spiral a sea of hysteria, paranoia and to embrace the 'kill to survive' tactic. It became more evident at the dead of Starscream's trinemates.

Oh, Megatron would be lying if he said he doesn't hold that memory so closely to his spark - the other two seekers were killed on a mission against the autobots, one where Starscream was not tasked to go. And that day he lived to his name; wails of agony, despair and hysteria as he tried to claw anybot's optics out and his own, too. Thankfully, or not, that day the seeker didn't follow his fallen trinemates to the Well of the All Sparks thanks to having Megatron hug him close to the point of not allowing him to move, letting him cry and wail, scream and agonize until it fell in stasis.

That day, Megatron knew he wanted to keep Starscream chained to him. And it seemed like the seeker had the same idea - to be chained to his lord and not fly away.

I will do you harm, I will break my arm

Things got worse - Starscream's hysteric aftermath started to make him have those idiotic ideas that he should be the leader of the Decepticons and try to kill Megatron whenever he could. And Megatron was that close to offline him a couple of times to try and tame the seeker into submission, to understand who was in charge.

And even when both mechs would end up with wounds, injuries and energon leaking from their cuts and scratches... I'm a victim of your charms.

Megatron is damn as sure that he should get rid of Starscream - because if he wasn't working on being the 2nd in command and actually helping the cause, he was this close to stab his throat with those sharp digits of his... but why to do that when it feels so good to have the seeker hugging his arm, or sitting on his lap when he is on the throne? Or when he gets to see how beautifuly deadly Starscream was when he was fighting and the thrill of maybe next time actually get offlined by the seeker's claws? His angel of death...

I want to be dead - When I'm in bed.

Thinks the seeker as he is being held by the Warlord just so closely to his chestplate. Starscream can feel Megatron's spark beat and pulsate under all of that scarred metal of his. And it makes him close his optics and wish for the end.

His end. Megatron's end. End. End. End.

And he could end it right there and then... but doesn't bring himself to do.

I can be so mean. You can beat me.

And Starscream wants to cut any type of bond he has with the crazed leader - but at the end of the night, when he is deep in recharging mode, his spark wonders: Why bring justice to our name, by screaming like a wounded animal and the egocentric being we are... because we want to prove something? Or to have his optics on us?

I would like to shame you. I would like to blame you.

"I hate you so much, Starscream." - "Please, I hate you even more, my lord."

Just because of my love to you...

When they are not themselves, but like new found lovers that haven't seen a single glimpse of the war - share kisses, hold each other and let their sparks know each other in such a gentle dance.

And, love itself is just as innocent as roses in May. I know nothing can drive it away.

Starscream started to fear he was in love with the Warlord, long before the start of the war, long before his trinemates met their demise. The seeker would die before ever confessing it loudly. That his spark yearned for Megatron's love and devotion, to become his Conjux endura and to swear his love would live in this life and the next one.

And Megatron was in the same situation - please, to love the same mech that has been trying constantly to overthrone you, take your place, that gets those paranoiac and hysteria episodes and that is a total egocentric diva? A pain in the aft. But his spark wouldn't change it for anything in the whole universe.

Though, love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind. But it's greedy just like sin.

Megatron has done a few... things to ensure his beloved Starscream remains by his side. Taking aside the beatings and psychological abuse he has done on the 2nd in command to keep him on a leash until he decided to snap another bite at his servo - he knew Starscream was a precious gem to admire, and that many bots ever wished to be the one to own said gem.

He has crushed a few helms, and sent others to a sure demise, as he kept the seeker on his lap, marking him to brand the seeker as his, and only his. Wanting to consume him completely.

Alone but sane - I am a love suicide.

"Become my conjux endura." He ordered.

"You are going to kill me sooner than later." He accused calmly.

"As if you wouldn't do the same the night after we bond our sparks." He pointed out.

"... Touché." He chuckled.

'Cause, love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind - It is pure white just like sin.

How pathetic, he would say if he got to see his own death at the hands of that yellow autobot he got to break his voice box a long time ago. The almighty Lord Megatron, ended there. Alas, what else could he say or do when he was falling into the planet he hated the most to end in its ocean?

Oh, but even when he was dying - his spark was agonizing because he could feel Starscream's spark agonize. Just like the day the seeker lost his beloved trinemates. And while the now offlined Warlord fell, the stars cried and wailed as he was taken away for the sake of running away and living another day before the Autobots got them.

Alone but sane - I am a love suicide.

He is counting the kliks until he gets to aim at their throats and serve their helms. Or, get shot in the spark and finally get to meet his lover in the Well of the All Sparks. Wouldn't be so poetic to also have his cold frame thrown into the sea of Earth so his body could find again his lover's? And for their sparks meet and become one, so in the next life, they were just a single being.

'Cause, love itself is just as innocent as roses in May. It is pure white...

"Once we win the war - I want a throne, too - and a crown. Aaand-"

"For Primus' sake - when will you ever shut up? Or do I have to force you to?" He interrupted, growling.

"Hmph! Should have thought that before making me your conjux, my lord." He said, seeming offended.

But Megatron keeps a possessive servo on Starscream's hips, securely in the Warlord's hold.

Just like sin.

Vhaos out!

#transformers #transformers prime #megastar

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