Post-facto author's note: This was written as a more or less immediate reaction to Blood and Sand episode 7. You know, that
episode. I was fine with everyone dying. I wasn't fine with passive
dying, in place of the roaring rampage of revenge the subject deserved. A lot of the background for this fic has since been jossed by Gods of the Arena, but I'm not particularly motivated to change it. My greatest regret is that I don't have a vocabulary foul enough to do the fandom justice, hence why this is my only entry.
Though, IDK, maybe I'll write a short AU where they're in space or something. Space makes everything better.
Warnings: By my calculations, I know precisely as much about ancient Rome as the show's writers do. This story mentions a number of very bad things, including slavery, rape, violence, genocide, and some pretty awful child harm; none of these actually happen in the story itself. Explicit sex, all of which is consensual. It all turned out much milder than canon, much to my disappointment.
, who did not so much beta as whap me over the head repeatedly with the Rod of Self-confidence.
Disclaimer: Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.
Summary: So Barca got his money from Ashur or wherever, and bought himself and Pietros free, and then ...( Journeyman )