It’s Not a Home Until Someone Bleeds on the Furniture
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Chapter 9 of my Nagron AU. GETTING TO THE END NOW!
Wherein Nasir works in a mental health facility. Agron might be crazy. And they might love each other anyway.
All other chapters, plus my other works can be found here. http://archiveofourown.org/users/TristansGirl . Dan, stay out of this tag …
It’s a cloudy, moonless night and Agron’s room is black as pitch. It is well past the hour for sleep but he can’t seem to fall to slumber. Instead he lies in bed and stares up at the bleak outlines of the ceiling tiles and thinks.
His thoughts are not new or novel. They have plagued him for weeks now, ever since he found Nasir. Ever since he realized that what he felt for Nasir was more than just a passing fancy.
The man holds his heart like no one ever has. And it is no longer enough to steal snippets of conversation and glances and the briefest of kisses. He wants more. He wants a life; a life with Nasir, a life away from this place, a life where he can be a man again.
So it struck me, as I’m watching the finale for the third time (don’t judge me, ok???), that Nasir is one of the ones doing the I am Spartacus shout outs at the beginning.
I mean, I’d noticed it before, but every time I watch it, it impresses me a little more.
And then I start to imagine … What is Agron feeling as he lies in his sickbed, still bleeding and in pain, watching Nasir go off to fight and represent as Spartacus?
“This time you stay and I go.” Reversed. Big time.
I can almost see their parting, Nasir kissing Agron tenderly and assuring him that he’ll be fine, that he’ll return to him before too long. And perhaps also reassuring Agron that it will only be a matter of time before he (Agron) can fight again.
And then Agron, so proud of his warrior but at the same time yearning to go back out there and prove himself again, to regain what he feels he has lost - his spirit desperately needing to fight but his body betraying him …
Oh the delicious angst.
So um … anyone else smell a fic in the making?
Sorry I’m still not sorry
I FUCKING KNEW IT. I JUST FUCKING KNEW IT!
WELL, I DIDN’T BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW W/ DEKNIGHT, BUT I HAD A FEELING THAT IT WAS AGRON THAT WAS GOING TO SURVIVE. I HAD A FEELING THAT NAGRON WOULD SURVIVE. AND JUST… OH THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THAT.
JUST THANK YOU SO MUCH!
AND NOW I’LL GO TO BD AND TRY TO PROCESS LATER BECAUSE… DAMN… THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A FINALE
Rating: R I think
Warnings: Slavery and all that the word implies. Aftermath of violence and starvation. Modern AU. Hurt!Agron
Summary: One man’s discarded slave is another man’s treasure
Notes: This will be a short one. Maybe a 4 parter. I needed some hurt!Agron. And I always love me some slavefic. This is set in modern times, imagining a world where the ways of Rome never died out
Agron watched in contemplative silence as the two men haggled on his price.
Even now, after all his years of being a slave, he could never quite get used to being talked about as a thing instead of a person. He tried to distract himself from the sting of it by focusing on his new master.
He had to admit that the man was pretty, what with his long dark hair and dark eyes. He thought perhaps, if Nasir wanted to lay with him, that it would not be so terrible. At least he wouldn’t have to close his eyes and pretend that it was someone else. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to fight the urge to vomit afterward
He had to laugh at his own foolishness a moment later. He hadn’t seen himself since Raimer had attacked him, but he did know that he looked like fucking hell. Half starved and beaten to within an inch of his life was not a good look on anybody. There was no possible way that Nasir could want him as a bed slave.
Hmm… I seem to remember some Nasir wank last year as well… is this a cyclical thing?
Chapter 8 of my Nagron AU. Wherein Nasir works in a mental health facility. Agron might be crazy. And they might love each other anyway.
All other chapters, plus my other works can be found here. http://archiveofourown.org/users/TristansGirl . Dan, stay out of this tag …
OH! And thank you to everyone who has said such nice things about my writing. I wish there were an easier way to respond to people on damn tumblr, but know that I really appreciate all the kind words
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Agron doesn’t speak to Nasir for days. It’s not for lack of trying on Nasir’s part, he makes attempt after attempt but Agron’s response is always the same glacial silence.
It’s especially awkward at night, when Nasir escorts Agron to his room, trying all the while to make conversation and bridge this new gap between them.
It’s another aspect of Agron’s personality that he’s just beginning to know, the stubborn man with the wounded pride. Nasir keeps thinking back on their conversation, trying to find ways that he could have handled things better. But he knows that hindsight is 20/20 and he tries to not be too hard on himself. He’ll just have to keep trying. And he will keep trying; what Agron doesn’t know is that he’s got a bit of a stubborn streak himself and he’s not about to give up.
Ha! So, somebody liked this post tonight and it reminded me that it even existed. I posted this a LONG time ago. Re-posting it because I still think it needs to exist…
“I want to start a hurt!Agron meme. Guys, let’s do it! Let’s write the shit out of that.
Beaten Agron. Stabbed Agron. Flogged Agron. Agron hurt defending Nasir. Agron hurt in the gladiator arena. Agron hurt because someone fucked up in battle. Agron falling victim to the flu. Agron having a really difficult pregnancy. Agron going blind.
Let’s do AU’s. Car accidents. Cancer. Broken limbs. Slave AU’s. Mobster AU’s. Prostitute AU’s.
Let’s get some non-con in there, really shake it up. Yeah, ok, I like non-con, we all have our weirdo kinks …
But anyway …
Let’s do this! Let’s show our favorite gladiator/warrior some love by beating the shit out of him!
And the whole thing will be made even better if Nasir comforts him afterwards … just saying … “
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No? Too soon? Too close to next episode?
Rating: R I think
Warnings: Slavery and all that the word implies. Aftermath of violence and starvation. Modern AU. Hurt!Agron
Summary: One man’s discarded slave is another man’s treasure
Notes: This will be a short one. Maybe a 4 parter. I needed some hurt!Agron. And I always love me some slavefic. This is set in modern times, imagining a world where the ways of Rome never died out
The marketplace was bustling, alive with people and noise and movement. Some might find it crowded and stifling, but Nasir loved everything it about it. He had always found these kinds of markets exciting, their energy invigorating.
His friend Marius however, did not. He grabbed hold of Nasir’s arm, stopping him from moving further into the crowd and asked, “Tell me again why we’re not at a respectable slave center?”
“Because,” Nasir said, easily pulling free of Marius’ hold. “Sometimes these places are just as good. Better even. I got Dax from this same market and look how he turned out.”
“Yes, so wonderful you ended up setting him free. That still defies logic.”
Nasir smiled. He knew that Marius didn’t always understand why he made the decisions he did, but he accepted Nasir and was a good friend all the same. “Hence the reason I need to hurry and get someone else,” he said.
More of my AU. And look, four whole months didn’t pass between updates! Whoohoo
Summary : Wherein Nasir works in a mental health facility. Agron might be crazy. And they might love each other anyway
Time passes. First a day, then two. Before Nasir knows it, nearly a week has come and gone. He has his days off, days where he tries very hard not to think about Agron and what he did to him and how very wrong it was.
He fails miserably, somehow managing to think about Agron nearly every waking moment. The guilt eats at him, but there’s something else there too. Something secretive yet pervasive that tells him that kissing Agron was a good thing.
He goes back to work and runs into Jeff at the front station. As usual, Jeff fills him in on what’s happened during his days off and what he can expect tonight.
“Oh, and they adjusted your guy’s meds,” Jeff says. “He’s not a zombie anymore.”
“My guy?”
“Yeah, you know … Agron. The gladiator.”
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