Notes: So... Here I am again.

New JonSa, because the world needs more of those two in any possible setting... hahahahah

I know the idea sounds compeltely crazy, but it grabbed me and it wouldn't let go... I think I saw Pompeii one too many times and Kit looks hot as fuck as a gladiator... lol

This fanfic will have a fight club, so some violence is to be expected. There will also be some hot sex somewhere in the future. I don't have many warnings for now, but it's likely that the number will go up eventually, as they become necessary.

This one is supposed to be hot, but let's see where it goes, right?

Chapter 1

Sansa couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she'd let Jeyne bring her here. She could hear the roar of the crowd and they hadn't even crossed the last door.

She'd never heard of a place like this on campus, but then again, she didn't imagine they would advertise it on the cafeteria.

A fight club. An honest to God fight club inside King's Landing, the most prestigious University in the whole freaking country.

Jeyne said they called themselves Gladiators or something equally ridiculous.

AND HER BROTHER WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

If her mother even dreamed of something like that she'd die. After killing Robb. And father… Father would be so disappointed!

What was Robb thinking?

Sansa gripped Jeyne's hand tighter and they crossed the door together. The roar of the crowd had become deafening now. Sansa had never heard such a uproar in her life.

They stopped somewhere in the back, just in time to see a guy with curly golden hair punch another guy that went down hard.

"Oh my god!" Sansa gasped covering her mouth.

"Loras tends to have that effect on people."

The two girls turned to find Margaery Tyrell beside them. She was the Queen of the campus, the head of one of the sororities and the most sought after person in the University.

"That's your brother?" Jeyne spluttered.

Margaery nodded. "The one celebrating."

"How can you watch him doing this?" Sansa asked aghast.

Margaery arched a brow. "Who am I to tell him to stop?"

Sansa wanted to shake the woman. It would be social suicide, but this is was bloody ridiculous.

"For our next match…" A man called from the middle of their makeshift ring. "The Young Wolf and the Crow!"

Sansa's head snapped fast to the ring and –sure enough –there was Robb, her brother.

"Oh my God!" Jeyne exclaimed. "It's really him."

Sansa didn't answer, eyes fixed incredulously on her brother.

Her mother had insisted on sending her to King's Landing University because Robb would be there and he could keep an eye on her.

If only she knew!

Robb was on the edge of the ring, wearing just jeans and boots, his hands were wrapped as it was appropriate for fighting. His auburn curls were a mess and he had a cocky grin on his face.

"He's so hot." Jeyne gushed from her side.

Sansa threw her friend a scathing look.

Margaery turned to Sansa with an interested look. "You're his sister, aren't you?" She asked. "I can see the family resemblance." People always thought they looked alike. "Is that why you're here?"

Sansa sighed. "I couldn't believe it when Jeyne told me."

Margaery looked bemused by that. "Why not?"

"Why would he do something like this?" She almost screeched.

"Probably for the same reasons Loras does it." Margaery shrugged, completely unconcerned. "Boredom. The thrill. Easy cash. Sex."

Of all the stupid reasons!

She was going to kill Robb as soon as he was out of the fucking ring, if he didn't get himself killed first.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and looked around. They were collecting bets, because obviously there was gambling involved. This thing just got better and better.

The other guy – Crow? Seriously? –was talking quietly to a chubby guy right outside the edge of the circle. His dark hair was pulled on a man bun and he was also shirtless.

Like he could feel she was watching him, he raised his eyes to the crowd. His grey eyes found Sansa's blue ones and locked.

Sansa had never given ears to those stories about time stopping because of a look, she always thought it was chick lit bullshit.

She should've given it more credit.

The way he looked at her made Sansa feel like all the air had been sucked out of the room. As he took her he had absolutely no expression on his face –he wasn't disdainful, interested or leering –but she still felt like he'd undressed her with his gaze.

Then he gave her his back and it was over.

"Well…" Margaery drawled from her side. "That's interesting."

"Hum?" Sansa turned to her.

"Jon never pays attention to anyone." She commented. "But he looked at you."

Sansa didn't care about some random guy looking at her, especially one that planned on beating her brother.

"They're about to start!" Jeyne clapped excitedly.

Sansa glared at her friend, because she had no right to be that excited over this absurd.

The crowd started yelling louder and it became obvious that the Crow –Jon, it was less ridiculous –was a favorite, even if a lot of people were still cheering for Robb.

Sansa bit her thumb worriedly as she watched the two circle each other. Jon threw a couple of punches, but Robb dodged them, a cocky grin on his lips.

She was so going to kill him!

Robb landed a punch to the other guy's face, but he didn't seem bothered by it.

They traded another couple of punches each. Then Jon –she was not calling that guy the Crow –hit a punch that made Robb stumble a few steps.

Sansa called her brother's name without even realizing it.

Robb turned on her direction, his eyes rounding with shock upon finding her there. She saw his lips moving, forming her name.

Which turned out to be a problem, because he never saw the next punch coming his way, and it hit him right on the jaw.

Robb crumbled to the floor, completely out.

Notes: There you have it!

Short, but interesting -I hope!

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