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kamaluhkhan · 1 year ago

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COMPLICATED

LUST — part iv of we'll write sins not tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 8.9k summary: the lives of demigods are never simple. why would your relationship with luke be any different? or: four moments of tension + one moment of release. featuring a trip to montauk with percy, grover, and annabeth warnings: a decent amount of reader backstory (mention of dad having cancer); multiple POVs (percy, grover, annabeth, luke, reader - obv nothing suggestive/smutty until luke and reader POV); luke + reader get into arguments and are v stressed so their relationship is a bit strained; reader has tattoos; reader is on birth control; rough smut (protected + unprotected p in v, oral f+m receiving, biting, scratching, slight choking, slight breeding kink, etc...); also slight dark + possessive luke! (18 + MDNI); major angst — we all know how this story ends ;( author's note: this was meant to be a blurb but...here we are! this is basically another chapter of my spill ur guts series lol. i've been gone for much longer than i planned to, but hope u enjoy possibly the angstiest, smuttiest thing i've written so far ♡

♪ "complicated" by avril lavigne

in the span of a few minutes, percy went from pure joy — being greeted with cheers from all the campers was great, sure, but truthfully the hug from annabeth alone sent him to elysium — to feeling like his heart dropped all the way to tartarus.

which is definitely not a place percy ever wants to visit again. he was happy to be back at camp with his friends, knowing that his quest was completed, his mom was safe in new york, and a war between the gods was prevented.

it should be over….but there’s something in the back of percy’s mind that’s telling him it isn’t. seeing a certain someone in the crowd earlier didn’t do anything to ease that feeling.

"can someone explain to me why clarisse is still here?"

you raise an eyebrow at luke, and he shrugs in response. it seems neither of you had decided who should break the news, and neither of you seem particularly excited to do so, even after dragging percy, along with annabeth and grover, into the empty hermes cabin for some privacy.

after another beat of silence, you take the lead.

“look, kid, i know you and clarisse got off to a rocky start —”

“she tried to drown me, and then basically kill me during capture the flag,” percy points out. he hears an ocean roaring at the memory, but that could have also been from his duel with clarisse’s dad, the god of war, more recently.

a duel that percy had won, for the record. luke trained him well.

“and i’m not defending that,” you clarify. “i’m just saying that we’ve known clarisse for much longer. she’s not perfect, maybe a bit aggressive sometimes — trust me, she and i have had some major disagreements, too — but i can’t see her doing something like this.”

“why would anyone at camp want to steal the bolt? to join kronos’ army against the gods?” annabeth wonders. to herself or to the group, percy isn’t sure, but he has a feeling that the wheels in her mind are turning.

“revenge, maybe?” grover suggests.

almost instinctively, grover glances at you, and so does annabeth. percy wants to kick himself for doing the same.

with you being the daughter of nemesis, he imagines that it's not the first time you’d been blamed for something just because of who you are. it’s a feeling percy knows all too well. and, for better or for worse, like percy, it seems like you’re not one to accept these things without a fight.

you straighten your shoulders, ready to snap back, but before you can, luke declares:

“it’s not her.”

he then knocks the toe of his shoe against your combat boot. you smile and return the gesture. the tension eases out of the room.

for a second, percy wonders if he’ll ever have someone like that: someone to defend like it’s second nature, to share that sort of secret language with, to smile at him like nothing else in the world matters.

according to annabeth, the two of you weren’t technically dating — but percy is pretty sure that aphrodite is swooning over you.

“see, grove? if camp half-blood’s golden boy can vouch for me, then i’m in the clear.” your tone is playful enough — no hard feelings — but the tips of grover’s ears still turn red. “i didn’t steal the bolt. sure, the gods and titans can tear each other apart for all i care — "

annabeth stiffens at your bold statement, and grover starts to nervously chew on an empty diet coke can he had stashed in his pocket. luke watches you with the hint of a smile on his face, and percy —

well, percy can’t help but admire you even more.

"— but it's everything else that i have an issue with.”

“everything else?”

you look at percy like the answer is obvious.

“when have the gods ever fought their battles without us as collateral damage? doesn’t seem worth it to me, to betray my friends.”

that itch in the back of percy’s brain gets harder to ignore.

“the oracle warned me, betrayed by a friend.”

“prophecies don't always come true,” annabeth reminds him. “at least not in the way we expect them to.”

“annie is right,” luke adds, nodding at his sister. “mine didn't. the oracle said i would die a hero.”

you turn to luke then, your eyebrows furrowed.

“what? you never told me that.”

“it doesn’t matter,” luke insists. “my point is that i came back from my joke of a quest, alive and a definitely not a hero —”

“fuck what the oracle said.” you roll your eyes. “dead or alive, you are a hero, tiger.”

you move to place a hand on luke’s arm. to percy’s surprise, though, luke brushes you off.

“i’m not a hero. at least not the one my dad expects me to be.”

again, percy is taken aback by how luke snapped, at you of all people. you huff, and percy can tell that you’re a bit agitated now, too.

“okay, but that doesn’t mean —”

“my point is.” luke turns to percy, effectively blocking your presence for the time being. “you completed your quest, fought a god, and stalled kronos’ plan. you’ve been through it — all three of you have — but now you’re back. let’s just enjoy the rest of our summer, yeah? whatever happened out there, whatever the oracle said, it’s in the past.”

percy wants to believe luke, he really does. one glance in your direction, and it seems like you do, too.

deep down, though, percy isn’t entirely convinced. there’s that dread in the pit of his stomach, that voice in the back of his head. something in him, warning that this isn’t quite over. the worst has yet to come.

he wonders if — or maybe just hopes — you feel the same.

—

ii.

if you of all people can’t get luke’s attention, grover is pretty sure that the world is ending.

“luke,” you try again, foregoing your usual nickname for him. your arms are crossed and you tap your foot against the floor. it makes grover slightly anxious, feeling your frustration threaten to boil over.

“i’m busy,” he grunts, and flips over another page, scribbling something on the other side.

“grover wanted to talk to us about something.”

“i-it’s fine, we don’t have to —”

“no, it’s a good idea, grove,” you insist. you smile at grover then. he remembers that, despite the deadly glares you can deliver, like the one you were just giving luke, you have a gentle core. you just guard it behind sharp edges.

“tell him that i’ll talk to him later.”

“or, you could tell him yourself,” you huff. grover waves awkwardly, even though luke doesn’t realize what’s happening. “he’s right next to me.”

luke looks up briefly, and then back down at the pages in front of him just as quick. he looks tired, exhausted even.

“sorry, man. didn’t see you there. i gotta finish these reports.”

“no worries. i tend to be quiet on my hooves.”

in the moment of silence that follows, and with luke still not giving you the attention you’re asking for, you walk over to the desk where luke is working. what you see seems to make you even more annoyed than before.

“these reports are for september. why in the name of nemesis are you filling them out now?”

“i just want to be prepared.”

“prepared for what?”

luke hesitates. “just….the future.”

“oh!” you laugh, sharp and sarcastic. “i didn’t realize that the future required you to neglect your friends.”

“i’m trying to help my friends,” luke huffs. he taps his pen impatiently against the desk. “if you didn’t keep interrupting me —”

“oh my fucking gods — ”

grover watches the two of you argue. it had been easier to step in whenever something bubbled up between annabeth and percy, because they were just kids. but you and luke — you were adults.

when grover met luke for the first time, he was already taking on way too much responsibility for a kid — keeping thalia and annabeth alive, protecting them from monsters, taking care of them. in a lot of ways, those responsibilities didn’t go away: as a senior counselor and resident older brother, a hero for the older campers to admire and the younger kids to aspire to be. camp half-blood’s golden boy, as you liked to call him.

and, like you, luke is good at hiding. for him, its heavy burdens behind easy-going smiles.

lately, though, those smiles seem to be strained, his shoulders slowly bending under the weight of it all. the other day, grover asked you if everything was okay with luke. you had looked back at him sadly, shrugged, and said you didn’t know.

that’s when grover decided that everyone just needs a break — an escape. he had been sensing that things weren’t quite right with the others, too. percy seems a little on edge, and so does annabeth.

then, of course, there was you and luke. finding out that the two of you had actually started dating was huge news for someone like grover who had painstakingly watched the two of you dance around your feelings for years. so, it was more than a little weird that you’d barely been speaking this past week. the rare occasion you did was tense at best, and explosive at worst.

like now, when you pick up one of the reports luke was working on, and threaten to burn it. luke dares you to do so, even suggests, albeit sarcastically, that you use it as your next offering to the gods.

“oh, a handwritten document from luke castellan himself? they would love that,” you snort. “admit it: you’re doing all of mr. d’s work just to suck up to some gods who don’t even give a shit about any of this. you’re practically olympus’ lapdog.”

luke, blushing a furious shade of red, gets up and yanks the paper from your hand.

“at least my parent is important enough to actually have a seat on olympus and an actual cabin for his kids to stay in.”

you look like you could just about throw luke into a fire, and vice versa. grover had never seen the two of you like this, but it made sense: each of you knowing just where, and how, to hurt the other.

and, he thinks it’s about time to step in before the damage is irreversible. so, grover starts slowly clapping. the clapping gets faster, and he manages to get through the first few lines of the consensus song before you stop him.

“alright, alright,” you sigh. you push past luke, steal his chair, and put your feet up on the desk. luke scowls at you, but you put your hands up in surrender and jut your chin out towards grover. “just listen to what grover has to say and then we’ll let you get back to your precious reports.”

grover tells luke his idea. luke actually agrees, and grover can’t help but feel a little bit of a victory.

he’s a protector, after all. it’s his job to make sure you’re all alive and happy and thriving. and not burnt to a crisp over some petty argument.

—

iii.

annabeth had missed home when she was away on their quest, but being back and seeing everyone being taught to worship the gods without question, to believe that the only things that matter are power and glory….well, after everything that happened, after percy, annabeth can’t just go back to doing the same. at least not entirely.

all this to say, she was totally on board with grover’s idea: the five of you, renting a cabin in montauk to get away from camp for a bit.

unfortunately, the trip starts off less than ideally. you and luke bicker the entire way here — and not the playful jabs you usually throw at each other.

annabeth remembers the first time she saw you together. it was during breakfast, their first morning at camp half-blood. annabeth had spent the night trying not to cry over thalia, and already missing luke even though he was only a few cabins away. she was still a kid, surrounded by strangers, told that she was safe now, but didn’t quite believe it yet. one look to luke at the hermes table, and annabeth could tell he felt the same way, too — not quite settled in this new place that was supposed to be home, and with these people who were supposed to be family.

she watched as the hermes table went to burn offerings to the gods. when they sat down again, luke looked even more unsettled than before.

but then, you leaned in and whispered something in luke’s ear, and he actually laughed, just a bit, which was a nice change of pace. luke was always the one making annabeth and thalia laugh when they were running from monsters, always the one trying to keep everything together with a smile or a joke.

as she devoured her breakfast, annabeth couldn’t help but keep glancing at the two of you. she heard warnings from her half-siblings, about your mother being the goddess of revenge, and you living up to that name.

luke either didn't know, or didn't care about whatever reputation you had. sitting there, next to you, annabeth didn’t think she’d ever seen luke so, genuinely happy, so at ease.

all these years later, neither you nor luke seemed particularly happy. you’re obviously avoiding each other, and annabeth doesn’t understand why.

you and luke are a new puzzle that she can’t wait to solve.

annabeth had finished constructing the most elaborate sandcastle in history, just for percy to accidentally splash it when he was trying to surf a wave; so she decides that playtime is over. it’s time to figure out what exactly is going on between you and luke.

luke is in the cabin doing gods know what. you're on the deck painting your nails, so annabeth decides to start gathering information from you, first.

“hey." you finish painting your pinky a dark purple, and set the bottle down next to you. "having fun?”

annabeth nods once and sits next to you. she asks if you could paint her nails, and you pull out a bottle of silver polish you said you thought she might like.

as you work, careful with each stroke of polish, annabeth surveys the tattoos on your skin. you’re wearing a bikini top, so there are some that she’s seeing for the first time. there's one of a knife on your sternum, and annabeth distinctly remembers seeing a similar one peeking from underneath the collar of luke’s shirt. she wonders when you got it, if you had to travel to a tattoo parlour in the city, how many other adventures you'd gone on without having to consult the oracle beforehand.

maybe that’s a good place to start.

“have you ever thought about leaving camp? like, long term?"

"sometimes," you admit. "it would be nice to have some normal early-twenties experiences."

"would you go to school?"

you smile as you keep painting annabeth’s nails. “maybe. i might have seen legally blonde too many times, but i think about law school sometimes.”

“what about luke?”

your smile fades at the question. “i...i don’t know." your once precise nail-painting falters, and you mumble a curse when a drop of silver lands on annabeth's skin. you swipe it away before continuing. "luke's one of those people i can't really see away from camp half-blood for too long; pretty sure it would burn down without him. there's a reason he feels responsible for everyone there...in a way i respect, obviously, but, it's not the same for me. nobody needs me."

"luke needs you."

you sigh, and annabeth wonders if you even realize how you shake your head slightly. she thinks you're about to disagree with her, but instead you ask:

“what's this about, annie? are you thinking about your dad’s offer?”

and annabeth’s completely thrown off her line of inquiry.

“how did you —”

“perce told me that you’ve been talking about staying with him for the year,” you explain. you gesture at annabeth to give you her other hand, and she complies. the silver polish on the hand you just finished glitters in the sun.

“well, nothing’s confirmed.”

you look up at annabeth, one eyebrow raised. “it's okay, you know — if you just wanna….be a kid for a bit.”

annabeth is silent, prompting you to ask another question.

"what's holding you back?"

“well….at first, i thought it would be a definite no,” annabeth admits. “obviously, it didn’t work out last time. i don’t know if i want to risk it again — if i can trust him, you know? how do i know he actually cares — that he’ll be there for me when i need him?”

“you don’t.” you pause for a second. “but i’m gonna tell you a story that i think might help.”

you're done painting her nails, so you put everything away. you sit cross-legged next to annabeth, looking out at the ocean.

“my dad never wanted me to go to camp. he wanted to raise me in the city, just like he’d grown up. he’d take me to rock concerts all the time. i was so young, he’d make me wear earmuffs and carry me on his shoulders so that i could still see the band.” you smile softly at the memory. “and then….my dad got sick, he couldn’t take care of me, and monsters started to show up, so he brought me to camp for safe keeping."

"you've told me all this," annabeth remarks.

you start fiddling with your camp necklace. annabeth isn't used to seeing you so unsure, so nervous; it throws her off even more.

"what i haven't told you is that even when my dad got better, he….he didn’t give me a choice of where to stay.”

"oh," is all annabeth can say.

“yeah, oh," you scoff, but there’s not really any malice behind it. you seem…sad. defeated, almost. your fingers move to play with the hem of your shorts, which causes the fresh nail polish to smudge. you don’t seem too concerned about that at the moment, though. "i told everyone that i chose to stay. the truth is that i stayed because my dad didn't want me anymore. he said that the universe gave him a second chance, so he wanted to live his life without having to worry about monster attacks or taking care of his teenage daughter."

annabeth wonders if luke knows the truth about this; though, considering how difficult it seems for you to admit, she doubts it.

before, annabeth had a theory that you decided to stay at camp because of luke.

luke was away when you got the news that your dad was in remission. annabeth remembers how happy you were, how excited you were to be back in the city and living with your dad again. you started packing right away.

when luke came back from his failed quest, you had just gone into the city the day before, having promised to visit in the summer and stay in touch. someone – chris maybe, or beckendorf — must have called you, told you what happened, because you came back to camp right away, your bag still fully packed. you never left again.

"that sucks."

“yeah.” you let out a hollow, breathy laugh. “and, i was angry at first. of course i was. but now, i don’t know. i think that maybe my dad does care about me. like, he still sends me mixtapes with old punk rock songs he thinks i’d like. he actually calls me on my birthday, and we have a 3 minute conversation about nothing important."

"right…" annabeth furrows her brows. this conversation had definitely not gone as planned. "no offense, but what's —"

"i'm getting to the point," you tell her, bumping your shoulder against hers. "i realized that sometimes people can only love us in a way that works for them — and it sucks. it really, really sucks. but then sometimes…. sometimes people do actually try. and, i don’t know, it seems like maybe your dad is willing to try.”

“so you think i should take him up on his offer.”

the sun starts to set. you get up, brush sand off your legs.

“i think it's time for a swim. i also think that you’re smart enough to know what’s best for you, and who deserves a second chance. just know that whatever you decide — we’ll be there for you.”

you leave without another word, but with the return of your usual confident smile, off to the shore to take advantage of the last bits of daylight.

"she's right, annabeth." luke appears a few seconds later, takes the spot next to annabeth you had just occupied.

annabeth hums.

"how much of that did you hear?"

luke doesn't answer. he just stares at your form, disappearing in the distance and diving under the waves.

—

iv.

you clear your throat and luke turns around to see you freshly showered. you’re wearing a pair of shorts and one of the oversized band tees the two of you constantly exchange. you've lost track of whose is whose at this point.

luke resists the urge to shamelessly check out your legs, and turns his back towards you once again. that bikini top you were wearing earlier was bad enough. thankfully, the heat from the stove was enough to cover up his blushing cheeks at the sight of your exposed skin.

“i thought we were ordering pizza,” you say, moving to peer over his shoulder, chin hovering just above. luke had the sense that you were avoiding physical contact, and as much as it drives him crazy, he knows that he’s the one who’d dug his own grave. pushing you away and whatnot.

“didn’t know that you knew how to cook.”

“not much,” luke shrugs. he keeps stirring the vegetables — broccoli and carrots and baby corn. he’ll add the red peppers once the broccoli turns green so that they don’t become too soft. he’s pretty sure that’s how he remembers it going.

“i could have helped you.” you reach over and hand him the peppers right on time. you shift to lean your back against the counter next to the stove, arms crossed over your chest and eyes following luke.

luke throws in the chicken he cooked earlier, and then the sauce he had also mixed. he waits a few seconds, lets the sound of everything sizzling fill the space between you.

“it’s an easy recipe.” luke turns off the stove to punctuate his point.

and it had to be. something quick he’d make with his mom after she had one of her episodes, before waking up and realizing that she had a son to feed. the sounds, the colors, the smells — it all, overwhelmingly, reminds him of a childhood he once had. one that was never as simple as the food he just made.

none of the bitterness in his throat is caused by his mom, of course. just his father who calls himself a god, and left them both alone to fend for themselves.

you start getting out plates from the cupboards as you ask: “where are the kids?”

luke checks the pot on the stove to see if the rice is cooked. “told them to go rent something from the video store.”

“they went alone?”

“they’ve literally been to hell and back,” he replies and sits down at the table. “i think they can handle a blockbuster.”

“i don’t care if they get attacked by monsters,” you state, setting down the last plate in front of him. “i know they can handle themselves. they just better choose a good movie.”

luke doesn’t mean to snort, but he can’t help but remember all the arguments you’d gotten in with chris over your tastes in movies.

“don’t laugh, castellan. i’ve saved movie night on more than one occasion and i’ve never gotten so much as a thank you.” you roll your eyes, but luke notices the ghost of a smile.

it fades just as quickly as it appeared, and luke already misses the small moment of levity that’s passed.

“what’s been going on with you, tiger?”

you hold his gaze, and luke knows that you’re hoping for a real answer, for the truth he can’t give you.

“nothing,” he answers instinctively.

“don’t give me that,” you sigh and turn away from him, returning to your position against the counter.

“i said it’s nothing,” luke insists, a bit more assertively. “why can’t you just believe me?”

“because you’ve been distant, moody.” your tone is sharper now, too. “you’ve been avoiding me. you’ve barely been eating. the side of your bunk has been empty, which means you haven’t been sleeping, either. gods, i can’t even remember the last time you kissed me —”

“you’re really mad at me because we haven’t fucked?”

it’s a low blow, and he delivers it as if he hadn’t missed seeing you underneath him. or on top, or beside. luke isn’t picky.

“you’re impossible!” you groan, and cover your face with your hands. you take a deep breath before returning to glare at luke. “do….do you not want to be together, anymore? because if that’s what’s happening, i’ll survive. we can go back to being friends.” you clench your jaw to make up for the tremble behind your question. always a tough face, even in the face of potential heartbreak.

of course, luke knows you’ll be fine without him. he’s the one who might have difficulty surviving when you part ways.

“that’s not —” luke sighs and runs a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “that’s not it.”

“then what is it?”

“noth—”

“i will send you to elysium if you tell me it’s nothing one more time, because i know it’s not!” you’re shouting now. “i might not know what it is, but i know you well enough to tell that something is bothering you. so i’m asking you, one more time, what is going on?”

the thing is, luke can’t tell you — about what he’s done, about who he’s aligned himself with. he can’t lie to you, either, at least not to save his life.

so, he’s basically stuck in whatever the greek mythology version of limbo is.

for now, he’s saved by percy, annabeth, and grover, who walk in with a stack of DVDs and armfuls of movie snacks.

dinner is fine, especially with the kids providing a good enough buffer. luke even catches you smiling and laughing along with them a few times. you approve of their choice in movies, starting with mulan. it’s one of luke’s favorites, too, but he can’t help but let his attention wander.

the two of you have known each other for a long time. luke has felt your anger. he’s felt your frustration. you’ve been on opposing sides of explosive arguments, of brutal sparring matches.

but, despite everything, luke’s never been hated by you. it’s unavoidable, given what he’s done and the path he’s on; it's just not something he's particularly eager to feel.

working for kronos….luke won't pretend he regrets it. something had to be done, to take back the poisonous world the gods created.

he did it for you, even if you won't understand.

he'd do anything for you.

so, for now, he’s willing to endure the daggers you stare at him from the other side of the couch.

—

in another life, you might have taken advantage of the queen bed and private room. both hard to come by at camp half-blood, if you’re not willing to risk zeus’ wrath for the latter.

gods, it feels like forever since you and luke snuck into cabin one because couldn’t keep your hands off each other, curses and lighting strikes be damned.

you almost wish lightning would strike — at least then the bed would be warm.

“i can feel you being mad at me,” luke whispers.

“sorry, thought you’d already be gone by now,” you respond, sarcasm dripping through your words. “off to see whoever else you’d rather sleep with.”

“so, you are mad because we haven’t fucked in a while.”

a stupid slip of the tongue. you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and your entire body feels on fire for giving him any leverage on you. that was definitely not the warmth you were hoping for.

“whatever,” you mumble, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, your back still towards luke.

for the record, you’re mad because of whatever distance luke was forcing between you, or whatever wall he was putting up, for a reason you don’t understand. you’d always known luke well, but lately you haven’t been able to read him.

and, sure. maybe you are…. frustrated. the two of you hadn’t been intimate in a while, yes, and your fingers are nothing compared to luke’s, but more than that: you just miss actually feeling him close to you. in any sense.

you’re not sure how much time passes, and there’s nothing but silence. then, you hear his voice again, gentler than before, no cocky attitude laced through.

“you never told me about your dad.”

ugh. of course, luke had overheard your conversation with annabeth earlier. damn those sly hermes’ genes.

you stay silent to give off the illusion that you’d fallen asleep, but luke doesn't fall for it.

“we’ve shared a bunk for years, karma. i can tell when you’re not sleeping.”

you pause for a few more seconds, but you know that luke is persistent.

“it didn’t matter,” is all you offer before he asks again.

“it did,” luke insists. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s not like we tell each other everything,” you scoff. “like, why didn’t you tell me about that prophecy? and why won’t you tell me whatever’s going on with you now?”

“that’s….that’s different.”

“not really. i bet that it’s all for the same reason.”

“which is?”

you debate telling luke the truth.

it was no surprise that you had a certain reputation around camp: cunning, hot-tempered, brash. you were fine being the angry girl whose mother wasn’t enough of a god to warrant a cabin, but enough of a threat to be wary of. you didn’t want to be the one who was also dropped by her father, unwanted and too much of a burden. so, you swallowed the reality of the situation; pretended that nothing broke your heart, and that nothing ever would.

“i didn’t want you to look at me differently,” you admit.

another pause, this time from the other side of the bed.

“if it makes you feel better, i was glad that you stayed.”

you can’t help it; you let out a sardonic laugh.

“that’s not much of a comfort, since you haven’t seemed very thrilled with me lately.”

“that’s not….” luke falters. “i just mean that i don't know who i’d be if you left.”

in spite of the situation, the ongoing tension between you, you find yourself smiling.

“always so dramatic,” you tease.

deep down, you know you’re not much better.

luke was part of the reason you might have stayed at camp, anyways. he was the reason why you didn’t fight harder to get back to your old life, and you always did like a good fight.

it was scary though, that one person had so much power over you and didn’t even know it. you tried to convince yourself that you stayed because luke had needed you, after his quest and everything. but, once you’d known how it felt to have luke in your life, you didn’t want to go back to a time you didn’t.

truthfully, it still scares you.

“i don’t like fighting with you,” you admit softly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “especially when i don’t even know why we’re fighting in the first place.”

you wonder if you’d just thought that instead of saying it out loud because luke doesn’t respond, until you hear the sheets behind you shuffle, and feel luke position himself behind you.

"i'm sorry that we're fighting. it's my fault."

he settles a tentative hand on your exposed hip, where your shirt had ridden up. luke starts to trace circles onto your skin with his thumb, the way he sometimes does when he's nervous or having a bad dream.

"i’ve just been so….in my head. i don't want you to worry about what's going on with me, okay?

"luke —"

"i have to sort it out on my own.”

"you don’t, though,” you insist. “if you just tell me what’s going on, instead of pushing me away.”

another pause. you can feel him breathing down your neck, and in turn you inhale the spicy citrus of his body wash. it’s all so excruciatingly familiar as you wait for him to say something, anything.

eventually, luke sighs, deeply, and confesses:

"it's just….we've known each other for so long, but this — us? so much of it is new. i don't want to fuck it up."

"well, congratulations," you quip. "you're one step closer to getting there."

you meant it as a joke, something to lighten the mood, but you feel luke stiffen at your words, his grip on your hip becoming almost painfully tight as if he's worried you'll slip away.

"i'm kidding, tiger." you weave your fingers through his to loosen his hold on you, and reassure him even more that you're not going anywhere, any time soon. "for better or for worse: you’re mine, and i'm yours. no matter how much either of us might fuck it up."

luke shuffles closer, and you melt into him even more.

"do you really mean that?"

his voice is soft, surprisingly timid. you crane your neck back to look at him; luke stares at you, his gaze heavy enough to take your breath away.

“of course.”

you're so close, and you hadn't been in so long. luke's leg is somehow lodged in between your thighs, and you bite back a whimper as he brushes against you. you feel him behind you, already half-hard, and you rub your ass against him slightly, causing a groan to vibrate through his body.

neither of you have to do much to crash your lips together.

you can sense how luke’s been unraveling, from the kiss alone. his lips are chapped, rough against yours and already bleeding from the pressure; his stubble scrapes against your cheek, and you’re dizzy with anticipation, imagining how it will leave a stinging sensation on other areas of your skin when luke has his way with you later.

for now, you focus on your mouth on his: teeth clacking together, your tongue laving over the cut on luke’s bottom lip and tasting copper. luke brings a hand up to your jaw, pushing you into his mouth even more.

it’s like the first time you kissed. all consuming. messy. urgent — like you've already run out of time.

eventually, you have to pull yourself away from his grasp, your neck straining at the uncomfortable angle. luke takes the opportunity to suck bruises onto your neck while he presses his thigh harder against your cunt. he slips his other hand further underneath your shirt, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers. instinctively, you start rutting against him.

“f-fuck,” you groan, relishing in the muscles of his naked thigh underneath you, defined and strong.

luke chuckles, and you feel his breath warm against your skin.

“you missed me that much, hm?” he taunts, encouraging you to go faster, harder. “you’re gonna cum before i even have a chance to undress you. doesn’t seem fair to me.”

“who —” your breath catches when luke’s hand settles around your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you feel the outline of his abs against your lower back, and his length, hard and waiting. it’s difficult to finish your thought, but you try your best. “who says i only have to cum once?”

“that sounds like a challenge,” luke decides. “what’s our record — three? think we can beat that tonight?”

you laugh, already out of breath. “i think we can do it.”

“good girl.”

your thighs clench at the nickname, and it's one down, a few more to go.

you maneuver luke so that he lays flat on the bed, your legs on either side of his hips. your hands fumble with the edge of his shirt, and he lets you remove it without any more hassle.

it's a little ironic, really, how much you and luke hate the gods — because looking at him underneath you, you're sure that something divine must have created him, and you have to thank them for it. sharp jaw, deep scar, flushed cheeks; curls slightly askew, and skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; that cocky smile — you'd worship luke castellan over any of the olympians.

secretly, of course, you pretty much already do.

"like what you see?" luke smirks up at you, hands firmly on your ass.

you roll your eyes to save face. "come on, tiger, like you're not seconds away from tearing through your boxers."

luke clicks his tongue, locks his calf around yours to switch your positions. you grunt as your back hits the mattress, but you very much appreciate the force and weight of luke above you. he practically rips off your shirt, then starts to nip and suck down your body. he kisses the fabric still covering your cunt, and you can feel his chuckle vibrate through your body when he encounters the wetness there.

"i'm not the one who already ruined their underwear," luke teases as he finishes undressing you. he pauses at the sight of you, bottom half completely exposed. you're about to tell him to hurry the fuck up, but then luke spits onto your already soaked cunt and says:

“i need to clean you up, baby.” he gives you another cheeky grin, teeth glowing like the cheshire cat, before diving in.

luke is skilled at everything he does, so of course he's quick to unravel you once more, this time with a persistent combination of tongue and teeth, lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal.

as soon as you're done riding out your high, you yank luke by the leather cord around his neck to collide your lips with his again.

you reach down to return the favor, snake your hand underneath the fabric of his underwear, and you're deeply satisfied to find him already sticky with his release.

“you already finished,” you tease, stroking his v-line. "and ruined your underwear without me even touching you."

in the dim light of the moon, you can barely make out luke blushing. he hides his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“guess we’re both desperate, huh.” luke’s teeth graze your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “i need to be inside you, now, so how about you get on your hands and knees for me? i’ll get the condom.”

sometimes, luke tries to be gentle — but not this time.

this time, he fucks you, hard and fast and deep.

you love it, even if you might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

with so much power behind each thrust, and the overwhelming pleasure, your arms threaten to give out, but luke catches you before you fall. he wraps a hand around your neck, bringing you flush against his chest as he continues to plunge his length into you.

"listen to me," luke growls. he snakes a hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit. "the one thing the gods did right is make this perfect, tight little pussy of yours. you were fucking made for me, weren't you?"

all you can do is whimper, closing your eyes at his filthy, sinful words.

you aren't used to luke being so possessive, and certainly not in these past few weeks. it's making your head spin in the best way. you can feel your orgasm build in the pit of your abdomen.

"were you made for me?" luke asks again. he squeezes your neck slightly, and you gasp at the pressure. "answer me, or i'll stop."

you don’t think it’s likely he’ll stop; you’re sure he’s just as lost in the sound of your cunt squelching and the feeling of you sucking him in. but, he does slow down, only a little bit, and it's enough for you to start whining.

"y-yes, luke."

"are you mine?"

you don't answer fast enough. luke stills his hips completely and you almost burst into tears.

you moan, trying to move against him in vain. luke keeps a firm grip on you, making it hard to cause any sort of friction between your bodies.

"i'm yours," you promise.

luke plants a firm kiss behind your ear. “that’s my girl,” he whispers darkly.

satisfied, luke resumes his pace. he moves the hand around your neck to your chin, angling you accordingly so he can crash his lips onto yours.

it doesn't take long to feel the tension in your abdomen snap, wetness gushing out of you. exhausted, you collapse onto the mattress. luke slips out of you.

the next few seconds consist of you trying to bring yourself back down to reality after such a high.

luke turns you around just to face him as he hovers over you. he lodges his hand behind your ear and taps your cheek to get your attention. your eyes flutter open.

“did you just —”

the dampness between your legs, and on the sheets underneath you, is enough evidence: you just squirted.

"i….” you gulp, feeling yourself flush. “i’ve never done that before."

luke stares at your glistening cunt. you wonder if you should be embarrassed, but then he locks eyes with you. you've never seen them so dark, pupils almost fully blown, just a sliver of brown showing through.

"you’re so fucking hot."

your heart flutters.

“you’re not too bad yourself, tiger, or i wouldn’t be in this mess.” you wink at him, still trying to catch your breath. your eyes wander lower. you note luke in the current state he’s in; you realize that the scales are nowhere near balanced. “that’s three for me, and only one for you. let me taste you.”

he doesn't need to be told twice. you get on your knees once more, this time facing him as he kneels in front of you. luke rips off the condom, something to deal with later, and you take him in your mouth, cheeks hollowed and tears brimming your eyes feeling him fuck your throat. when he finishes, you swallow him whole, savoring every drop. he pulls you up for a kiss; you can still taste yourself on him, and it mixes with his new release, a combination that is more than a little intoxicating.

“fuck,” luke mumbles as he pulls away. he swipes his thumb over the corner of your mouth where some of his cum dribbled out. “i know that was intense, but would you be up for another round? "

"yeah," you reply without a second thought, reaching up to thread your fingers through his curls to ground yourself.

maybe you should thank artemis for the full moon tonight, giving you just the right amount of silver light to illuminate the sculpted curves and edges of luke's body. his skin is also littered with bruises and bites of your design, chaotic and beautiful. luke looks like a mess, just as you're sure you do.

you want more. you need more.

"we gotta go for four, remember? but...maybe we, uh…"

"....slow it down this time?" luke finishes your thought.

you nod, grateful that you and luke are on the same page. he scrambles off the bed to get another condom.

"shit. i don't have another one.”

"check my bag, too," you tell him. luke complies, but comes up short once more.

you’re sitting up against the headboard now, and luke returns to kneel in front of you.

"i can use my fingers,” luke offers. “or eat you out again —"

“or we could just do without a condom this time?” you suggest. luke raises an eyebrow at you, so you think through the possibilities out loud. "we both got tested before our first time together and haven’t been with anyone since.” you find yourself pausing for confirmation on that, and luke nods once. “i’m on birth control. obviously there’s still a risk that something happens, but maybe just this one time? you can just pull out whenever you’re ready….if you're okay with that."

luke waits, almost like he thinks you might change your mind, before finally answering:

“yeah, i’m okay with it if you are. i’ve always wanted to fuck you raw. i just didn’t think you’d be into it — and didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

you have to kiss him then. because how is it that the boy who just gave you three jaw clenching, toe curling, heart pounding orgasms be so sweet and considerate?

before you know it, you’re flat on your back, sheets slightly scratchy with stray sand. you don't care much because luke hovers above you; he presses his forehead to yours, curls falling in front of his face.

"just so you know," luke starts, just as you feel him enter you once more. "i must have been made for you, too. i'm just as much yours as you are mine."

you smirk, bite your lip to keep from moaning so that you can keep up the arrogance, just a bit longer.

"always so dramatic," you mock, as if your cunt isn’t squeezing around him at his sweet nothings.

luke grins at you sheepishly, his cheeks flushed.

"guess that means the gods did two things right," you joke, exhaling when you feel luke brush against that gummy spot deep within you. "maybe we've taken them for granted. maybe we should - " he hits that spot again, and your breath hitches. you dig your nails into his shoulders as he rocks back and forth. “maybe we should thank them.”

luke clicks his tongue, grips your hip firmly. "not a chance, sweetheart. the gods’ll get what they deserve."

you don’t care enough to ask luke what he means. you care more about him going faster. you’re about to tell him to do so, and to throw your legs over his shoulders, but he does it himself before you get the chance. you feel him slipping deeper within you, the force and passion behind each movement, his body molding to every curve and crevice of yours.

made for each other.

you’re so sensitive that your orgasm approaches quickly. as he helps you ride it out, his thrusts get sloppier, and you know he’s almost reached his peak, too.

“fuck,” he grunts. “i’m close.” luke starts to pull out, but then you lock your ankles behind his neck.

“don’t,” you command.

“a-are you sure?” he looks at you, wide-eyed.

“i just want to feel you this once.”

he nods and brings you in for one more bruising kiss. he finishes inside you, warm and wet.

luke leaves once he catches his breath, and comes back with a damp towel to clean you up. he knows your body, recognizes how sensitive you are, and presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, where the same lips had made bruises before.

even completely fucked out, your mind starts to unpack everything that’s wrong in your life. like how luke has always been a little too good at pretending, with everyone else at least, and something serious must be going on if he's trying to fool you, too.

this luke with you now, the one who gently wipes his cum from between your legs after fucking you so relentlessly, is your luke. it feels like your luke is slipping right through your fingers, and you’re wracking your brain trying to figure out how this can stop before losing him completely.

wait….did luke say something about getting revenge on the gods? your mind is still a bit cloudy, but you could’ve sworn —

“are you okay?”

his question puts pause on your spiraling. he’s done cleaning you up, throws the towel on the floor and settles back on the bed, next to you. you’re close enough for the softest whisper, your limbs intertwined beneath tangled sheets.

you watch luke carefully as he waits for an answer and surveys your body, tracing his fingers over the marks he'd left underneath your jaw, across your shoulders, over your collarbones and down your stomach.

"i didn't hurt you, did i?"

“i’m okay,” you assure him. luke’s hand stops to gently rest on your cheek. your other worries are pushed to the side for the time being: for now, it's just you and luke. “do you think we could pick up a plan b pill tomorrow though, just in case? i love you, but i’m not ready to have your babies.”

luke widens his eyes like a minotaur in headlights. he drops his hand.

“you’ve never said that before.”

“that i want to have your babies?” you jest, slightly amused at how panicked luke seems.

luke blushes and clears his throat. “well, that too. i meant the whole ‘i love you’ thing, though.”

your amusement evaporates. you swear your heart stops beating momentarily.

“oh, shit.…”

you’re not quite sure what to say; you’ve felt this way for a while, truthfully.

of course you love luke. you can't remember exactly when you realized it, but you just….know.

because if what you felt for luke wasn’t love, then you were foolish to have secretly bought into what silena beauregard had been on about for years, and aphrodite herself might just be out of a job.

“i know we’re kind of in a weird place, but, yeah, i mean it. you don’t have to say it back —”

luke leans forward to kiss you. gentler this time, but just as firm. “i love you."

"you do?" your heart resumes its beating.

"of course i do. i have ever since my first morning at camp.”

“yeah right,” you chuckle in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “it’s not a competition, you know, over who loved who first.”

“karma, i’m serious,” he insists. “someone taught me to burn offerings, and with everything that happened with thalia, i obviously wasn't in the worshiping mood, but then you leaned over and whispered —"

"they like the smell of begging."

luke grins at you, and you reach up to brush your thumb against the dimple in his cheek.

"exactly. somehow, that was what i needed to hear. it was nice to know that i wasn't the only one who didn’t want to just accept things the way they were….” he loses his train of thought. luke grabs your hand in his. “i wish i had told you earlier. after all this, i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t —”

“whatever happens,” luke continues, somewhat ominously. “i love you, y/n.”

you hadn't heard luke use your real name in a while. you fall asleep, heart full with the memory of him weaving it together with those three magic words.

the next morning, you wake up — you actually sleep in, for the first time in years — and decide that if you could stay here forever, you would.

the morning sun stings your eyes through the sheer curtains. the sticky heat of summer sits heavy in the room, and stray grains of sand tickle your skin underneath the sheets. waves wash gently on the shore outside, and an ocean breeze mixes with the smell of burnt cinnamon. you can hear annabeth, grover, and percy crashing dishes and bickering and causing chaos in the kitchen as, you imagine, they scramble to surprise you with breakfast.

luke is next to you, on his stomach. his curls are a mess, covering most of his face.

evidence from last night: scratches from your nails prominent on his back, his neck decorated with purple bruises in the shape of your lips. you shift slightly and feel a dull ache between your legs, so you'd call it even.

outside, something clatters on the floor, and you hear percy swear.

luke's eyes flutter open, ever so slightly, and he starts to move. "we should get up before they burn down the place."

you press your hand to luke's shoulder blade, barely, but in his half-asleep state, it's enough to keep him in bed. luke moves to his side, facing you. you bring your hand up to brush curls away from luke's eyes, even if they're still closed.

"they've literally been to hell and back," you recall his sarcastic words from last night. "i think they can handle pancakes."

the corners of luke's mouth curl upwards.

"you're such a smart ass," he mumbles.

you lean forward, plant a kiss underneath luke's chin. his stubble scratches against your lips.

"don't pretend you don't love it, tiger."

luke breathes steadily. you think he might've fallen asleep once more until he presses his lips to your forehead, pulls you towards him, and quips:

"i love you."

your heart quickens as you echo his words. something churns in your stomach, too.

because this peace isn't something that feels permanent.

you're the children of gods, and there's always a catch. some inevitable plot twist where lovers end up separated, where heroes end up dead or cursed.

it's nauseating — dangerous, even — that you want a happy ending, a desire buried in you deeply like a knife to the gut. it's cruel that the fates keep twisting, taunting you with what can never be.

no monsters; no gods or titans; no prophecies.

just this.

#the way this became a whole chapter....i've got wayyy too much to say i guess #i really wanted to incorporate the trio into this series a bit more and how others see luke + karma's relationship #also i forget who said it but smut as a character study....yeah <3 #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan angst #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x nemesis!reader #luke castellan x you #pjo fanfic #pjo #luke castellan fanfic #saf writes

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Karma Akabane x reader

💌 Put in your place: Chapter 1 💌

Summary: Karma has been your academic rival since you started high school so color you surprised when his placement dropped to 13th overall. Lets just say you got cocky and to make things interesting on the final he makes a bet that "whoever places higher can have the other as their personal servant for a week"

Notes: Aged up characters, sadism light, bdsm tendencies, eventual nsfw themes

I haven't thought about it for years so for the 10th year anniversary I rewatched Assassination Classroom twice and found out that Sub Karma & Dub Karma are not the same so I decided to play around with my favorite little sadist. Honestly the Dub is hysterical for all the wrong reasons but I still enjoyed it. I also recommend Nana to Kaoru for anyone who likes a little taste of S&M as this fic is heavily inspired by it!

💌 Word count: 4,269 💌 You Are Here | Chapter 2 coming soon??

Your eyes could barely stay open. At this point you have no memory of how you even made it up the stairs and to your seat. The exam started some time ago but staring at the clock made you dizzy. You were trying to read the words on the page but they seemed foreign. As your eyebrows knit together you know that can’t be right. You’re pretty sure you were scheduled to start with history.

A bead of sweat ran down your face. “Shit. This isn’t good.” You thought. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to steady yourself. There was a notable shake to your hands as you fiddled with your writing utensil.

Has it always been this warm in classroom 2-A?

The past week, in anticipation for finals, you had been studying nonstop in order to beat your self proclaimed rival. He had been teasing you since last year, something along the lines that you will always be below him. After a year of teasing and being mocked even though you both were neck and neck you were not going to take it anymore. However you might have overdone it.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” He whispered, leaning back in his chair, ”you only have five minutes left.”

That aggravatingly smug voice pulled you out of your stupor as you glared at the redhead in front of you. He glanced down at your exam and chuckled to himself. You tried to give him the finger but as you shifted in your seat your world turned sideways before fading to black.

That’s how you reserved your spot in 3-E. You tried your best to plead your case but maintaining one’s general health was also supposed to be a priority to the students on top of their grades. After you received the transfer your mental health tanked pretty heavily. It led to you being hospitalized for the start of the new year.

This is not how you expected your senior year to go but when do things ever go as planned. Your parents were only mildly concerned as they had never been too involved in your life. As long as you were breathing they were sure you could figure it out and that was enough for them. They want to support you at a distance so you can learn independence. It almost made you want to stay in the hospital but this year was crucial for the rest of your godforsaken life so after a lot of thought you pulled yourself back up to start over again.

You kicked a rock at the base of the mountain taking a deep breath.

The cool thing about being at rock bottom was there was nowhere to go but up and as you dragged yourself up the mountain. You only hoped that you could claw your way back to the top so you could kick that bastard's ass. Not that the color red traumatized you but very few things you encountered in your daily life were that specific shade. Upon opening the door you almost tripped over your own feet at the brief flash of the red. A pair of amused golden eyes peered back at you. He was the last person you expected to see here.

You tilted your head with an incredulous look. “Karma?!”

Needless to say the months that followed meant that you picked up your rivalry from where it left off. Although, something about it was slightly different and you're not too sure about what changed. Despite your constant bickering, exams almost felt easier when you were focusing on beating Karma instead of trying to take down Asano.

Karma seemed more human compared to Asano being more untouchable or maybe that was just their attitudes.

During the end of term exams when you placed 4th overall and Karma placed 13th, it felt like an empty victory. You couldn’t even gloat because that bastard didn’t show up to class and when he did you just felt off. Korosensei had asked you how you felt but you couldn't help peeking over at the long abandoned desk and muttering “empty”. So you let it go and things went back to normal or well as normal as they could be in your assassination classroom.

The next time you would even think about your victory was when Asano asked class E for a favor. You couldn’t hide your shit eating grin as Karma denoted he was going to place first. Even though you're on the same side you were itching to say “Oh? Is that right~.”

You managed to hold your comments until Asano left and then you pat Karma on the back “How cute, those are some big words for someone who placed thirteenth overall. Last time I checked, four is closer to one than thirteen.” You playfully ruffled his hair, “but what do I know, math was always more your thing than mine.”

He didn’t shy away from the fact you were right. He dropped the ball but he was ready now. Without hesitation Karma doubled down.

“In that case do you want to make a wager of your own?”

Things shifted again but this time you figured it out. What was different. Karma was seeing you eye to eye. He wasn't mocking you. Last time he even used his height to look down on you, this time it was like you both were equals. “How about this, whoever places higher can have the other as their personal servant for a week. Sound good?” The redhead extended his hand as a binding contract.

“An anything goes kind of a prize? Sounds dangerous and exciting.” You stare at the redhead incredulously. “Careful Karma I might have you eat your words.”

He smiled wide, “I don’t intend to lose.”

___

The moment you told Rio about the bet she was squealing. Obviously since Korosensei has been trying to push some of your classmates into a relationship she noticed how he would pair you and Karma together. Not that she would try to coerce you to get into a relationship but she thinks you guys would be cute together. Most of the girls even agree that Karma would be a decent catch if it was not for one glaringly obvious trait.

“That's so risque, even for my standards. You do realize he's a sadist right?” She often would get on your case for playing things too safe or being too prude but now she wants you to pull back. You sigh “Like anyone can forget. I mean just look at him out there.”

You were watching the boys spar with each other while the girls were on a break. Karma currently had Meahara pinned like he wasn't even trying and Meahara was squirming trying everything in his power to get free. Karma had been pinning people left and right. Ever since you guys came back from Okinawa he's pretty much been physically untouchable. It was really a sight to behold. Rio hummed “What if he makes you do something weird?”

You groaned “Wow you have so much faith in me.” While you give her side eye she tries to defend herself. “I didn’t say you weren’t going to win, I'm just saying what if he does. Aren’t you even a little worried about that?”

You both watch as he throws Terasaka to the ground. While you understand what she meant and what she’s trying to get at, it was strange that you don’t really care about it. The Karma that you knew last year albeit very similar is very different from the one you are currently watching take down the class. You shrugged “I mean how bad can it be?” You guess you’d just have to study extra hard to make sure that doesn’t end up happening and you’ll be fine.

Rio slaps your arms, your break was finally over. “Famous last words.”

___

It was the moment of truth. There was a lot riding on these results for the whole class but for you this was a matter of life or death. It was kill or be killed and you are so confident that you killed but the only test you were concerned about was math being that it was Karma’s best subject. Korosensei wasted no time at all, putting the banner up on the blackboard. Your heart sank as you immediately saw Karma’s name at the top spot.

Five points, that’s all that separated you from at least tying with him. Don't get it wrong, you were still proud of your score but knowing you were so close to beating even Asano frustrated you. If you had just finished the last question on the math exam, you might have got enough partial credit to push above him. To be fair by the time you got to that question you only had two minutes left and after reading the question you didn’t understand what was being asked of you immediately and gave up. You were remiss. It didn’t help that Korosensei had Karma teach the past week so your inner math conscience was Karma’s voice and the more you panicked the more that voice kept egging you on in a way that simply was not helpful. He was a good teacher but there was something about his demeanor that really baffled you.

Presently everyone was screaming and shouting their celebrations but all you could do was stare at the redhead in question. He was blushing almost like he didn’t believe it himself either. Again all the girls agreed that he was good looking and right now he was being down right adorable. Korosensei slithered up to him in all the excitement to ask him how he felt and he even got sentimental. It made you smile. Karma has come a long way as a person too. Looking back on the year everyone has grown.

You were proud of your rival for coming this far. Back when you both were in class A, the real goal was to take down Asano but you both kept trading places. At the time it was starting to get annoying seeing your names together but now you kinda miss it. It just reminds you that one day in the near future you all would be going your separate ways. There was a sense of unease thinking about it.

You probably should congratulate him for completing such a feat but as soon as you stepped in his direction his attention was solely on you. A shiver ran down your spine. Almost like a switch was flipped his familiar smug grin plastered itself to his features. Your heart raced as he pulled a small box out of his blazer. Did he seriously get you a present for losing? You had a bad feeling about this.

He waved it in front of your face and you quirked an eyebrow at him. Your classmates were all too preoccupied at the moment so you took this time to open the box. One glance inside had your stomach drop. “You have to be kidding me.”

He circled you reveling in your realization. “I won, didn't I? Doesn’t that mean you're my slave for the week?” Karma hummed, holding the collar up to your neck. “Actually ya know what I think pet would be a little more accurate.” He started laughing as he unclasped the buckle motioning for you to come closer so he could put it on you.

This was not how you expected this to go. It was humiliating. You felt extremely confident in your scores but his were literally perfect. You were hoping to crush Karma and turn the tables on him, to finally make him squirm. You never actually figured out how you would go about doing that because he seems to have no sense of shame especially if he’s being put on the spot. Korosensei has only made him flustered a handful of times according to Nagisa and you weren’t even in class to see it with your own eyes.

You swallowed as you stepped forward into his personal space. His predatory gaze only flustered you more. Rio, Nagisa and a few others were watching you as Karma made a show of putting it on. It was hard not to flush with embarrassment. He slipped two fingers under the collar to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Whistling he admired his handiwork almost too proud of himself.

You frowned, fiddling with the metal tag for a bit trying to read the engraving. It was hard to think straight right now knowing that your peers watched the redhead claim you as his pet. It made you blush knowing that some of your classmates have no context whatsoever. Rio was even giving you a look that was somewhere between “I told you so” and “I’m sorry.”

Honestly, you were surprised Korosensei hadn’t made a comment about it yet. There weren't really any school rules against jewelry and that sadistic bastard opted for something that could pass as an ordinary leather choker that only kind of resembled a dog collar if you knew who gave it to you.

“I have to say it looks cute on you.” Karma cooed petting your head.

You swat his hand away as your heart rate spiked. The flutter in your chest only made it harder to read the tag so you motioned for Nagisa to read it. Motherfucker had it printed in English anyways and despite being one of your best subjects reading upside-down wasn’t that easy. Karma only snickered, giving you a toothy grin.

“Property of Akabane Karma”

That sure got the class in an uproar as only a select few of your classmates knew about your bet. Luckily your peers' revelations of your new accessory were cut short as the building quaked. Perfect a much needed distraction. Things got really messy after that with the headmaster and everyone volunteered to stay afterwards to try and repair the demolished space. You all could only do so much but at least you could all do it together.

When you were finally finished with the day you were exhausted. Just as you were about to make the trek back down the mountain Karma stood in front of you holding out another box. You only rolled your eyes. “What is it this time?” By chance most of your classmates cleared out since it was getting late but you were on alert just in case this turned south. As soon as you opened the box you frantically closed it making sure no one else saw the contents. Yanking the front of his shirt you whisper shouted in his ear. “You are not walking me home on a leash!”

Karma chuckled at your reluctance putting his hands up with a sigh “I could have sworn someone, not naming names, said anything goes? But I get it, two high-schoolers getting caught for public indecency isn't on my 2025 bingo card either.” He paused rummaging through his bag again. You tilt your head to the side confused at why he was handing you a scarf. “That’s why you’re going to put this over the collar and thread the leash through your coat sleeve. Problem solved! At most people will think I made you hold my hand.”

You glare at him but all you receive is that smug smile. His eyes darken as you stomp over to the bathrooms which were unscathed in the earlier minor demolition. You tensed as he called out “Don’t take too long my pet~” You grind your teeth in order not to give him the satisfaction. He was too proud for your liking.

Looking in the mirror you clipped the leash on your collar, holding the end of it. It felt degrading. Warmth spread over your entire body. You can't believe you are really doing this. Shifting the scarf you made sure everything was hidden. Karma really planned everything to a tee. Which begs the question: was he that confident he was going to win from the start?

When you returned Karma’s eyes practically lit up like stadium lights which would have been cute had he not been so smug about this whole ordeal. Too bad you’ve made your bed and now you have to lie in it. It’s not like anyone is going to know, but the problem is Karma knows and will forever be able to lord this over you. His devilish grin was mocking you as he took your hand feeling for the end of the leash to make sure you were following instructions properly. Legitimately you don’t know what you expected by holding Karma’s hand. You couldn’t look at him anymore.

Neither of you talked. Sometimes he would spare you a glance just to make sure you were still feeling some sort of embarrassment or discomfort. He was eerily chipper like a kid on Christmas morning. In a way it was kind of getting under your skin. The walk down the mountain was fine since there weren’t many people around but as you got closer to the residential area you noticed Karma dropped your hand to hold just the leash.

You tried to hide in the scarf feeling your face heat up for several reasons. One because Karma was walking you home, two because he hasn’t said a word since leaving the school and three because the scarf smells so much like Karma and while you can't quite describe the aroma it smells pleasant. Like if you found this fragrance in a shop you probably would buy it kind of pleasant. He made sure to walk borderline in your personal space too. You could actually feel warmth radiating from him. Not many people were out and about at this time of day but your heart was pounding anytime you saw another person, regardless of whether they were paying attention to you or not.

Your breathing was all over the place and as you made it closer to your neighborhood the weight of the collar seemed to increase ten fold. It was suffocating and you wanted to scream. Karma has barely done anything to you and you were already feeling a sense of dread and embarrassment. It felt like such an endless walk but you were finally approaching your house.

Judging by the lights you hoped to god that your parents weren't home. You really didn't want to explain why a boy was figuratively and literally walking you home. Not that they would care but you still didn't want to have that talk. If anything they would get the wrong idea and think he’s your crush or worse, your boyfriend. Yes you and the girls talk about it all the time that had it not been for his sadistic tendencies he'd be a pretty good boyfriend material. He was book smart and street smart on top of being handsome and you've seen on more than one occasion how protective he could be but you've never thought of him in that way. Or at least you never thought you did.

You feel like it should be easy to distinguish the feeling of admiration and infatuation because it’s not like you hated Karma but it's also not like you thought about him outside of being rivals. You admire his tact, confidence and adroitness. Karma somehow makes things seem effortless but his attitude is what always rubbed you the wrong way. It’s hard to explain because it’s not like Karma’s arrogant or pompous because he has the skills to back up his claims but he’s not exactly conceited in a traditional sense of the word. If you had to put it into words it’s more that he’s supercilious than an egomaniac.

As you approached the door you could feel salvation. Your torment is almost over just a few more feet and you are home free. The moment you passed through the front gate you made an attempt to race to the door but you felt the slightest tug run up your arm and froze. You forgot. Devilish snickering echoed from behind you as a slightly harsher tug pulled you the opposite direction. It made your blood run cold.

He pressed himself into your side to speak right in your ear. “Someone forgetting something? I haven't given you permission to leave yet.”

Turning sharply you could feel your face heat up again. Why was he so close? “You said you were going to walk me home. Well guess what? Once you stepped through the front gate I'm technically home so you can go now!”

Karma grinned using his height to tower over you. “Oh is that right? Well, then I guess you won't mind if I take the leash off right here then?” He leaned back to survey the area. “For anyone to see if they passed by.” He curled a piece of hair behind your ear. He wanted to see your reaction as he loosened the scarf ever so slightly. Karma was having a field day.

You refused to give in, instead you grabbed his hand and grit your teeth. “You're lucky my parents aren't home or so help me I-”

He pinched your cheek before snickering “You'd what pet,” He paused waiting for an answer that never came. “Might I remind you that you had every opportunity to win the bet.” As much as it is exceedingly off putting to see him so enthusiastic, you hate to admit that he’s right.

Your stomach flipped at the realization. There were so many things you could have done but on impulse you agreed to this. A deals a deal. You detest his slacker attitude towards most things yet here you are being a bad sport. If the tables were turned you’re certain Karma would have taken it in stride. He’s at least doing you the courtesy of keeping the true part of your torment hidden. Reluctantly you stopped fighting. Your heart was working overtime as you accepted your fate. You could beat yourself up about it later. Glaring at him you huffed unlocking the front door. You were quiet as you let Karma into your home.

While you took off your shoes he glanced around the interior waiting for you to let him take the leash off. You’ve been nothing but full of surprises lately. Especially since you accepted the wager to begin with. Karma thought you were going to disregard his antics since you always seem to live on the safe side but you nearly rendered him speechless when you didn’t question his stunt. Truthfully he’s not one hundred percent sure how your rivalry started, it must have been some off handed comment or something of that nature because there weren’t many reasons he would speak to his peers back then. Although the one thing he did remember was that he always enjoyed your reactions. He found them strangely honest, like you weren’t afraid of people reading you like an open book. As if you weren’t afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve.

You stand in front of him after you put your shoes where they go. The silence weighed heavy on you as the both of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment before you got impatient. “Any day now bastard, oops I mean master~” You back sassed him to cover up the fact that you were still somewhat flustered after everything.

“Careful, I wasn't going to make you call me master but that could be arranged.”

He delicately untied the scarf and pulled the leash from your sleeve. It tickled as it crawled up your arm. His eyes darken as he observes the collar around your neck. Moving painstakingly slow he then slips two fingers under the collar and finally unclips the leash. You felt small under his gaze and even though his touch was not sexual in any way it burned. You huffed to mask the underlying feelings you feel bubbling to the surface. “If that's all then you can see yourself out.” You mumbled barely able to get the words out.

Karma shook his head reaching into his bag. “Not yet,” he handed you another present. This time it was in a gift bag, it had some weight to it too. You could only imagine what it could be. If you hadn’t been dreading the contents you probably would wonder just how much time, money and effort he was wasting on this week.

You tried looking inside but he swatted your hand away. “Don’t open it until tomorrow. All the instructions are in the bag.”

“Great, can't wait.” You smiled, speaking sarcastically. You continued to stare at him but Karma made no move to leave. It was starting to get on your nerves. “Let me guess there's one last thing.” you rolled your eyes.

“Well normally dogs give their masters kisses when they get home.” He leaned down pointing to his cheek. His smug grin was even wider than Korosensei's somehow.

At this point you don't question it. Instead you sighed “Fine, but just remember you asked for it.” Gently you cupped his face and with no hesitation with the full flatness of your tongue, you licked his cheek.

“Woof~” You made sure to hold just enough eye contact before hiding your expression.

For the first time all day the roles were reversed. Karma was caught off guard and as he pushed you away you were the one with the devilish grin.

As it finally set in the kind of deal made between you he laughed darkly about it. “This is going to be such a fun week!”

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