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The Hate We Love To Make

Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Strawhat!Reader

Summary: You and Zoro hate each other but feelings start to change when the captain of the Barto pirates points out what a great couple you two make.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: Not Edited!

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The grand Colosseum of Dressrosa buzzed with the roars of the crowd. Fighters from all across the grand line had gathered, their minds filled with ambition. Among them stood Bartolomeo, nearly vibrating with excitement. He had just met his hero, Monkey D. Luffy, the future king of the pirates. But now, his attention was completely captivated by the scene unfolding before him. He couldn’t believe it! You and Roronoa Zoro were there standing right there!

Since Bartolomeo’s obsession with the Straw Hats began, he’d held the utmost respect and admiration for each crew member. But your relationship with Zoro held a special place in his heart. He’d heard tales of your synchronized battles, of how you two took down foes with perfect timing, always watching each other’s backs. Now, he watched as the two of you stood so close to each other, sharing what looked like an intimate conversation.

Oh, how he wished he could hear every word you two were saying to one another…

OoOoOo

“IDIOT!” you hiss as Zoro walks away from you. “You’re going the wrong way!”

Kin’emon, dressed in his disguise, stood nearby with an exasperated look. In his short time knowing you he’d grown accustomed to the daily verbal sparring matches between you two.

Zoro spun around, eye narrowed. Your eyes locked with his, a storm brewing between you. “How would you know that? You’ve never been here either!”

“Because I’m not a moron!” You jabbed a finger in his direction, inching closer. It was infuriating how much Zoro seemed to get under your skin.

Ever since you joined the crew, Zoro had an uncanny knack for getting in your way. You tried not to let it bother you but every time you were about to defeat an opponent, Zoro would swoop in and take them down first. It drove you insane. So you started doing the same to him, knowing it drove him mad with similar fury. Since then, you’d made it a habit to pick on him with Sanji, drink his alcohol, and “accidentally” wake him up from naps.

“If you’re so concerned about which way we’re going, then leave.” He pointed in the opposite direction with a sharp flick of his wrist. “Go that way.”

Kin’emon’s voice cut through the tension. “Please, there’s no need to argue—”

But neither of you heard him as you stepped forward. Your fists clenched as heat surged through your veins. Your face was now very close to his, “I hate you. I hope you get lost and don’t come back.”

Zoro’s lip curled, his head tilting in a mocking grin. “Big words coming from a meek woman!”

“Meek?” you repeated, eyes blazing. “You son of a b—”

A loud, high-pitched squeal erupted nearby. “Oh. My. God. It’s Mister Roronoa Zoro and Miss Y/N!” Bartolomeo’s eyes were wide with admiration, his hands clutched to his chest as if his heart might burst.

Your scowl turned to panic. “Um—no, no. I think you have us confused,” you blurted out, shifting awkwardly as Zoro gave you a look.

“Yeah, we’re just regular citizens of Dressrosa,” he added, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Bartolomeo was undeterred, bouncing with excitement. “May I just say you two are so cute together! The power couple of the Pirate Era!”

The world seemed to pause as you and Zoro exchanged glances, the fierce tension shifting to something strange and unspoken. You watched his eyes soften, only for a moment before hardening again.

“Oh- No, we’re not a couple,” you protested.

“But you two are my OTP!” Bartolomeo exclaimed, looking devastated.

“Listen, pal, I don’t know what that means, but she hates me,” Zoro huffed, gesturing toward you.”

“But… you defend each other in battle! Finish off each other’s foes!” Bartolomeo exclaimed. “And according to the Straw Hat fan club newsletter, it says and I quote: Zoro and Y/N’s secret love is a thing of beauty in this rough worl—”

“Yeah, hate to break it to you,” you interrupted, “but we have not, nor will we ever, be a thing.”

Bartolomeo’s face fell, and he broke out into exaggerated tears. “Oh, this is a tragedy! How could I be so wrong!”

Zoro exhaled, breaking eye contact. “Come on. We don’t have time for this.”

A small smile crept onto your lips as you followed him, muttering, “You’re still going the wrong way.”

OoOoOo

Kin’emon directed the two of you to a narrow alley, muttering something about searching for his friend and promising to return soon. As the sounds of the bustling street faded, silence settled between you and Zoro, thick with an awkward tension neither of you knew how to break. You found yourself overthinking the fanatics' odd assumption—why would he (and others apparently) think that you and the green-haired swordsman made a good match? You stole a glance at him. Sure, you didn’t want to admit it, but the scarred man was ruggedly handsome. But he had such an infuriating personality. With his brooding silences, those ridiculous earrings, and his rippling muscles—wait, what!?

The silence dragged on until, finally, Zoro broke it, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Tch, don’t listen to that weird guy. He’s got no clue what he’s saying.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Yeah, seriously. I mean, can you imagine? You and me?”

Zoro smirked, his sharp gaze flicking over to you. “Yeah, right. Total disaster.”

“One of epic proportions,” you agreed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. You turned your head, pretending to be absorbed by the junk lying around, “The world couldn’t handle it.”

A glint of something unguarded flickered in Zoro’s eyes as he stepped closer, his presence shifting from casual to something more intense. “And yet,” he said, his voice a low, teasing rumble, “you’re still here. You haven’t walked away.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to meet his gaze. “Maybe I just don’t trust you not to get yourself into trouble the second I turn my back.”

He huffed a short laugh, taking another step that brought him close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body. “You think I need you to babysit me?”

“Need? No.” Your voice dropped, matching his tone. “But I know for a fact if it wasn’t for me you’d be neck-deep in trouble twice as often.”

A grin curled at the edge of his lips, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back to your eyes, lingering for just a second too long. “Guess I’d better keep you close then, huh?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, the atmosphere between you shifting, the sharp tension morphing into something far more dangerous. The unspoken heat you’d tried so hard to ignore suddenly flared, like a fuse catching fire. For a moment, neither of you moved, as if testing how far this would go. But then, something snapped—years of friction, half-buried glances, and barely-concealed bickering finally erupted. He surged forward, and before you could second-guess it, your lips crashed into his.

The kiss was intense, more battle than embrace, a raw clash of defiance and need. Your hands found his broad shoulders, fingers digging into them as his calloused hands cupped the back of your neck, then tangling in your hair. Everything else faded: the noise of the marketplace, the distant shouts of vendors, even the thought of Kin’emon returning. For this moment, it was just the two of you, like fire meeting spilled oil—volatile, explosive, and inevitable.

When you broke apart, both of you were panting, your breaths mingling in the space between you. Zoro’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkened with something that made your pulse race. “You still hate me?” he asked, his voice a husky drawl.

“With a passion,” you growled, trying to steady your breathing.

“Good.” He chuckled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. With a rough shove, he pinned you harder against the wall, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Your retort was lost as his lips found yours again, the world outside that narrow alley slipping into oblivion.

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too-deviant · 8 months ago

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jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 6.2k

content: very juicy chapter. is all im gonnna say.

notes: i cant stay mad at my otps i fear

PART IV — better yet, she wouldn’t care

“If I have to hear one more handjob joke, I’m gonna lose it. So please tell me you have good news.”

Lee Fletcher’s dark blue eyes flitted up to yours, his lashes tickling just under his eyebrow when he did. His hands were fiddling with the bandage that wrapped around your hand, but they slowed when you spoke, “Bare with me, newbie.”

You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to fall back onto the cot that you were sitting on — you’d had the stupid bandage wrapped around your hand and wrist for what felt like eternity, but was really only five days. You should be thankful, really, since the last time you’d broken your wrist you’d been walking around with a thick blue cast on for a month, but you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Capture the flag was today, and you hadn’t trained nearly as much as the others had due to your injury — when you probably should’ve been training twice as much, only because you were new and unfamiliar with the game.

It was their fault for hyping it up; if they had just shut up about it, you wouldn’t have been as excited about taking part, broken wrist or not. But alas, demigods were barbarians — barbarians who thirsted to beat each other up in a controlled battle. Barbarians who didn’t have any regard for the new camper when they were climbing all over each other to see the freshly posted team setup, and trampled all over their perfectly good wrist.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the notice board.” Luke had been saying all week.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to accompany you there, then.” You replied every time.

Lee narrowed his gaze, flipping your hand around carefully in his, kneading at curtain parts of your skin while checking you for reactions. When you showcased nothing but annoyance at your own shit luck, he leaned back with a cheeky smile, “Well, it’s looking good. I don’t think you need this anymore.”

He lifted up the knot of bandage he’d removed from your hand and threw it with perfect precision into the trash can on the other side of the room, before turning and grinning at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, “You’re the best.”

“I’m told.” He shrugged, feigning a humble demeanour. You stood, and he did so with you, looking at you pointedly, “But you should still take it easy today. It’s your first game, and you’ve been here for a week. Nobody is gonna judge you for stepping back today.”

You scoffed, rolling your newly healed wrist around with a small smile, “I’m not stepping back for shit, Fletcher. I’m beating the hell out of Chris Rodriguez.”

“He’s on your team.”

“I don’t care.” You rebutted. Lee rolled his eyes, but ultimately let you off with a wave. “See you later!”

The past five days had been fairly tame. When the team setup was posted on Sunday afternoon, everyone went immediately into prep mode for the game. You knew they took it seriously, but you didn’t realise how seriously they did until you found yourself being pulled out of your sleeping bag at five in the morning so you could get a headstart on training with Luke. Although you didn’t see the relevance — after you’d broken your wrist, the boy hadn’t even let you look at a spear, so you woke up at the asscrack of dawn to…sit around and watch him train.

Thankfully, Hermes had paired up with Ares for once, and Clarisse wasn’t letting you off easily. Whenever she could, she was dragging you to the arena and teaching you how to fight one-handed. So you were more than ready, skipping down the infirmary steps with an easy smile.

“I think I see you here more than I see you anywhere else.”

You paused, looking up and spotting Evan, leaning gently on the porch railing. You rounded the steps and stopped in front of him, “Hey. I’ve only been here twice.”

“In…” He checked his imaginary watch, “One week. That’s gotta be a record.”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “Okay. I’m still learning, leave me alone.”

“We’ll see how much you’ve learnt later today.” He quipped, running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You slid out, sarcasm evident in your tone. He laughed, and you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, clumsy. Let’s get to training.” He began to walk off, and you followed, presumably to where the Hermes team were gathering for last minute preparations.

For this game, they’d paired up with Ares and Athena, Apollo taking lead for the blue team with Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Red team also had Demeter, and the boys of cabin twelve were on the blue team. It seemed like a pretty good split; or at least you thought it was, judging by the reactions of everyone when they read the pamphlet. You might have been reading it wrong, though. After all, you were crying out in pain and cradling a shattered wrist when it happened.

Athena was always a good cabin to pair up with, was what Evie had told you when she was taking your measurements for armour. You presumed so, goddess of war and all. But you were a little wary about the Cabin Ten girls — Aphrodite was also a warrior goddess, after all.

Evan led you around the back of the pegasi stables and through a mudded path. The only reason you hadn’t taken off running in fear that he was leading you to your imminent death was because the wood nymphs were out and about, milling around like bodyguards. They eyed you up at first, but a few of them recognised you from your impromptu baseball session with Luke last week and told them to back off.

“Here she is, the woman of the hour!” Clarisse exclaimed when she saw you break through the trees. A few people glanced back and smiled at you politely, a sentiment you returned as Evan led you to the front of the crowd where she stood.

Luke was beside her, and only nodded at you. You nodded back, a glimmer in your eyes that made his hands twitch.

“Okay, now that our whole team is in attendance, we can begin.” The Ares girl said, conviction prominent in her voice. She was made to lead, that much was obvious. “You all know the deal. I won’t repeat it, not with the blue team so close by, but…” She sent a meaningful look around the whole crew, “You know where to go. We’ve been practising this, and in a couple of hours it’ll be time to bring home yet another win.”

“It’s pretty much all in the cards for us.” Luke cropped himself into the speech, “Cabin Nine have their special machinery but we’ve got wit, power and numbers. We’ll be fine.”

“Speaking of cabin nine.” Clarisse hopped down from the wooden crate she was standing on, “I grabbed this from them just before the teams went up. Had to make sure they didn’t sabotage it.”

She pulled a long spear out from behind some other boxes, and let it shimmer in the light. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. Despite it being made from celestial bronze, the forger had clearly done something to make it shine a mesmerising silver. You could see your reflection in it as it glistened under the sun. It was double ended and if you squinted, you could see tiny spikes coiling around the first ten or so inches of each end. The shaft was smooth and engraved with something you could only make out when she walked over and handed it to you.

“Wait.” You took it out of instinct, weighing it in both hands but giving a shocked look to Clarisse, “This is mine?”

“You’re damn right.” She smirked, “Jake was having a field day making that thing, couldn’t stop talking about it. Especially when he added these,” She poked one of the spikes that coiled around the shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers together with a wince, “They’re lethal. You’ll be unbeatable out there with this thing.”

“Cool.” You gave it an experimental swing, and everyone in your vicinity took a long step back. You shrugged, smiling anyway, “Whoops.”

You felt very powerful with your new weapon, and now that you had it in your hands, you could marvel at the engravings. They were images, battles fought — a lot of them recognisable. There was Perseus killing Phineus and Polydectes with Medusa’s head, Heracles and the Nemean Lion. There was even an engraving of Tantalus stealing the ambrosia and nectar from Olympus, for some reason. You’d have to ask Jake about that later.

“We have two hours until we need to gather at the pavilion, so we won’t bore you with details.” A young girl who you’d seen around camp before stood up and addressed the crowd. She was very little, but she exuded authority even at her young age. “But if I see you lazing around, I’ll put my dagger through your foot.”

There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreement, so the little girl stepped back and nodded at Luke, who told them all to go get ready. The crowd dispersed, but you stayed firmly put as the boy made his way over to you, the little girl following behind him.

“Sunny.” He tried not to smile, but you saw his lips twitch. He gestured to the girl beside him, “This is my little sister Annabeth. Newly appointed Counselor of Athena.”

You raised a brow, impressed, before looking down at the girl with a smile, “Hey, Annabeth.” You introduced yourself, trying not to show her how kind of scared you were for her to not like you.

Luckily she nodded, “Hi. You better be good with that spear.”

“I’d like to think I am.” You joked. She didn’t laugh, simply telling Luke she was going to brainstorm and left you both alone in the clearing you’d been gathered in. You raised your brows at him, “I think she gets her stoic indifference from you.”

He cracked a smile then, grabbing your spear from you and weighing it in his own hands, “Yeah. She’s a firecracker.” He looked at you firmly, “Think you’ll be good for this game? It’s not too late to back out.”

You snatched the weapon right back from him, rubbing his finger prints from the shaft with your sleeve and sending him a half-glare, “You just want an excuse to use this instead of me. I’m fine, JoJo.”

He raised a single brow, “Fine. But if you end up back in the infirmary, I’m not gonna kiss your wounds better.”

You smirked, backing away and pointing your free finger at him daringly, “You wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

He laughed, hand on heart, “Right.”

You were quick to retreat to the Arena where you knew Clarisse was waiting for you. A good chance to break in the new armoury and swing a spear around that wasn’t made of styrofoam or rotten wood. You caught yourself a good sweat in an hour and a half, and Clarisse was covered in bloody dots from those spikes. Even if you were injured, they still didn’t stand a chance against those. It was a comforting thought.

You would’ve practised the whole time had it not started raining — something that confused you greatly since the camp had a controlled climate. Clarisse just rolled her eyes, though, claiming that Chiron was upping the dramatics for the game. You were unsure that the centaur could just…make it rain, but you went along with it. You’d only been a demigod for a week after all.

Not wanting to be completely soaked by the time the game started, you retreated back to the Hermes cabin, shortening your spear down with a click and tucking it into your belt loop before you sat down. You were still on the floor, still next to the six year-old who almost always rolled on top of you in the night — you had now perfected your rollover technique to get him off you without waking him up.

You were re-lacing your combat boots when two shadows loomed over either side of you. Without so much as a glance away from your foot, you said plainly, “Stolls. What do you want?”

A twin pair of scoffs sounded and you just rolled your eyes. The one on the left spoke first, and you thought it might have been Travis, “Bold to assume we want anything.”

“I mean, we do.” Connor added from your right, and the indisputable sound of a hard slap came right after. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Cut to it.” You moved onto your other shoe now that the left one was wound tight. You were always pretty speedy at tying laces, a fairly random skill but a skill nonetheless.

“Well…” Connor started.

“Luke put us on second offence.” Travis continued.

“But we sorta hate doing second offence.”

“Yeah, it’s way too much work.”

Connor leaned over your shoulder so his stupid grin was visible in your peripheral vision, “And we heard that you are on side offence. Which has a much lower maiming risk.”

“So you wanna swap spots?” You deducted, looking up from your feet and giving them a blank glance. They nodded, and you sighed, “Ok, first of all, there’s two of you and one of me. You’ll have to find someone else to swap with too.”

“Already done.” Travis nodded, “Sabine loves second offence.”

“Second of all,” You sent them firm looks, “Luke isn’t going to let you change the layout right before the game. Neither is Clarisse and neither is Annabeth.”

“Which is why we aren’t telling them.” Connor said like it was obvious, holding out his hands like he’d presented you with the best idea ever conjured, “Luke and Clarisse are on first offence and Annabeth is on last defence, right by the flag. No one will know.”

“Plus,” Travis sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “This is a perfect opportunity to prove to everyone how badass you are.”

“Yeah, Luke’s had you on a leash since you hurt your wrist.” Connor raised a teasing brow, “Why not show him what you’re made of?”

You looked between them, and the silence that stretched seemed to serve as an answer because they were smirking at you and pushing themselves up and out of the door before you could utter a word.

The rain hadn’t settled — Chiron and his dramatics, although it appeared Mr D wasn’t too much of a fan. God or not, he still got wet with the rest of them. You stood between Luke and Clarisse, the former shielding both your heads with his black jacket — Annabeth ended up squeezing between the two of you when she couldn’t keep up with her I’m too good to hide from the rain facade. You took it as a win, she was warming up to you!

“Welcome to our first capture the flag of the summer!” Chiron bellowed, pausing for the cheers that resounded. “The usual rules are enforced. Magic weapons are permitted, the flag must be prominently presented with no more than two guards no less than ten yards from the flag! No killing or maiming, and no gagging or bounding of prisoners. Let the games begin!”

There was a loud echo of cheers and battle cries as the first conch sounded — they only had twenty minutes to get into position and then they would be permitted to cross the creek into enemy territory. Annabeth was quick to gather up the flag guards and send them off to their agreed location with nothing but a sharp eye before she was pulling together the defensive lines and sending them off too.

“Hey.” Just before you could walk off, Luke grabbed your attention, levelling his eyes with yours as best as he could from under his helmet. He adjusted yours and patted your shoulders, “You got this, Sunny.”

You nodded, “Damn right I do.”

It was hard to navigate the woods in the rain, which was still pouring almost torrentially over them. The forest floor had grown slippery and wet with the new downpour, but the campers traipsed through it roughly, boots squelching as they moved. You followed the side defence through mud and grass, dodging branches and puddles until you couldn’t hear the chatter of Luke and Clarisse from behind you. Then you stopped, and just ahead of you, Sabine did the same.

It wasn’t long before Connor and Travis were pushing through the trees and greeting the pair of you with wide grins. Sabine rolled her eyes, “Shove off, punks.”

Then she was storming in the direction they came from, and you had no choice but to follow. It was hard to keep up with her long strides, but whenever you lost her in the fog you just followed the sound of her annoyed mutters.

“Stupid kids. Can’t be trusted on last offence let alone second. It’s not fair. I punch one kid for cheating and Luke sends me to side defence. Side! Stupid punk has been out of it for too long, needs a reality check.”

You didn’t bother responding — whether you were going to agree or come to Luke’s defence, you had no idea. You just followed her to the edge where the second offence was lined up just past the edge of the shore. Evie and Evan gave you the same confused look.

“Those Stoll fuckers wanted an easy out.” Sabine spat, pushing a stray curl back under her helmet and heaving her giant club over her shoulder.

The twins didn’t question or fight the decision, simply shrugging and going back to where they were tracing their own tic tac toe game into the wet sand. You stood idly, hands fiddling with your belt buckle before the second conch sounded. Almost immediately did the first and side offences cross the creek and disappear into the woods, while you pulled your spear from the ground and followed the twins and Sabine across the water moments after they were gone.

Then it was a waiting game.

“Fuck Apollo, Marry Athena and Kill Hermes.”

Evie scoffed, shaking her head, “No. No way. Athena would be way controlling as a wife, you gotta bag Apollo.”

Sabine hummed, “No. I think Athena and I would be unstoppable together.”

You looked up from your shoes and between the three that stood before you. It had been two hours and the most action you had was seeing one of your own teammates get flung right back over the creek by some cabin nine contraption that you were not too keen on meeting. Your spear rested across the back of your shoulders, your arms swung around the shaft at either side as you contemplated your own answer.

“No, see —“ You huffed, “I couldn’t marry Athena, but only because she conjures babies with her brain. I could never win an argument, I know that for sure.”

“But we all agree on killing Hermes, right?” Evan butted in with a laugh that was immediately shared by the rest of them. He settled down and squinted for a moment, “Ok. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Iris, Nemesis and…Hypnos.”

There was immediate discourse, everyone speaking up at once with their own opinions. Sabine thought Hypnos would be a terrible lay — He’d fall asleep halfway through! — but Iris would be overbearing as a wife. Evie said Nemesis would be the best wife, she’d never let anyone hurt you, and you were just about to add on that Iris could let you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations whenever you were bored when a loud crack echoed through the trees.

Then it was quiet. You all shared silent looks, baring your weapons and facing the enemy side.

Another crack, a snap of a twig. Then a crash, like something being dropped onto a pile of leaves.

A scream, and a manic son of Aphrodite breaking through the trees and aiming a large Kopis at Evan, who was quick to defend with his dual wielding swords. His teammates followed, and the rest of you jumped into action — you were only slightly panicked when you realised your opponent was a Hephaestus kid who was nearly double your height.

You’d seen him around sometimes, he was only a year or so younger than you. Same age as Clarisse, and definitely the same level of skill in battle. What made him even scarier was that he fought with nunchucks…fucking nunchucks! And he was good with them, too.

But you had been taught well. You were quick to defend your body and use both ends of your spear to deflect each nunchuck from making contact. At one point, he clipped your arm pretty hard, and that was when you realised they were ribbed along the edges making for a harder hit. You bounced back though, swinging every which way and not letting him touch you again.

Briefly, you could hear your peers’ own battles. There weren’t any shouts of pain, or cries for help, so you put all your focus on the boy before you. He had a height advantage, and swung his weapon down on you fairly often, which left your torso open when you held your spear over your head. But your reflexes were like lightning, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t land that second hit.

Fuelled by his own frustration, he lunged forward and tried to wrap the chain of his chucks around the shaft of your spear. He attempted to no avail a couple of times, but then he clicked a button on one of the shafts and released a crackle of energy along it. You were shocked momentarily by the reveal of his electric nunchucks that you faltered in your defence and he managed to wrangle your weapon in his own on the third try. You pulled back hard, trying to regain control and prevent his disarm, but he just pressed that damn button again and this time the volts ran through his chain and up the entire length of your spear.

The crack that resounded was huge. Too huge to have come from those tiny nunchucks.

Where you were expecting a sudden and painful shock through your hand and arms you instead felt a massive give. You stumbled back, shocked, but regained your footing before you could fall onto the wet ground. Your spear was in your hands, and the nunchucks were still wrapped tightly around the middle. You looked up from them to see their owner crumbled in a heap on the ground, nursing his painfully red hands while the rainfall soaked his clothes even more.

You’d completely forgotten you weren’t alone until one of his teammates dropped their shield and ran to his aid. You looked up, expecting to meet the dumbstruck eyes of Evie and Evan, only to see their gazes fixed elsewhere. You turned your head.

There in the grass was a giant streak of black, stretching along the shore for nearly five metres. It took a second for you to realise that it was embers — the ground had been burnt completely from where you stood to where it ended. And standing just before it was Luke and Clarisse — the blue team's flag in hand. They weren’t moving, they were staring at the burn in the floor, at you.

Your chin wobbled a little until the echo of the other team reached your ears. You looked at the pair urgently, “Move!”

And they did. Even when the blue team kids you’d been fighting before tried to stop them, they were held back and Luke and Clarisse led your team to an easy victory.

They cheered, and the conch sounded. Chiron emerged through the wood and smiled at them in congratulations — the whole spark debacle was nearly forgotten, campers too busy either cheering or groaning to notice the burn streak on the floor. Chiron did, though, and soon though the short lived celebration quieted down as he asked about it.

Eyes turned to you. You shrugged, “I don’t…I don’t know what happened, it just —“

But then there were gasps. All around you. And suddenly Chiron wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the space above your head. And then so was everyone else.

When you looked up, squinting past the rain, and your eyes fixated on that glowing lighting bolt that floated above your head, the world went quiet. A week of hearing everything about the glory of being claimed — how at ease you would be, how reassured you would end up. None of it was true. Because for some reason, the symbol that hung above your head sent nothing but trepidation running through you.

You almost missed Chiron's next words,

“Zeus. Law Maker. Striker of Lightning. King of Olympus. All hail.” He shouted your name, but it didn’t feel right in your ears, “Daughter of the Sky God.”

When you couldn’t stand the sight of it — when it started to make you feel sick, when the picturesque summer camp you were finally finding yourself in started to feel tight and uncomfortable, you looked down. Everyone was kneeling, eyes on the ground. It was comforting that they weren’t staring at you anymore, but when you searched the crowd for those baby brows that held you down, they were fixated firmly on the mud.

After your claiming, Chiron dismissed everyone sharply. They left, all talk about the capture the flag win long left behind and replaced by canards about you and your family. Your lineage. You were very prepared to stand frozen on the other side of the creek for the rest of the day but the centaur ushered you into his office in the big house just as the rain stopped.

The next hour was a muffled blur. You felt as if you had just been plunged underwater and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears — you vaguely registered Chiron and Mr. D asking you a load of questions about your childhood and whether there were any signs of your parentage along the way. You couldn’t answer that.

They Iris-Messaged your mother — who was in her office and jumped up startled when the call came through. You might have been in a hazy funk, but you could tell the surprise on her face when Chiron informed her of your claiming was genuine. She’d had no idea. That, out of all things, angered you the most.

“This new information will have caused quite a stir in Olympus.” Was one of the last things he said, “But you should be fine, since you’re seventeen.”

“Why does me being seventeen mean anything?”

Zeus’ Cabin was subpar to say the least. Alright if you’re only going in there to worship the guy, not so alright if you’re planning on living there. There weren’t any beds, but there were alcoves lining the walls that you tucked your sleeping bag into so you didn’t have to look at the giant statue of Zeus that stood at the end of the room. For good measure, you chucked a spare blanket over its head — he could smite you for it, you didn’t really care anymore.

You zoned back into reality when a knock sounded on your door, and you realised it was nightfall. Dinner time. You stood from your perch on one of the many benches that sat in the room — you thought they’d have better use in the pavilion, where Hermes kids were practically falling off the benches there were so little of them — and headed over to the huge double doors, heaving one open and breathing deep at the workout it took just to see who was at the door.

It was Evie, and for some reason that made a pit of disappointment form in your gut. You sent her a weak smile nonetheless, “Hi.”

She smiled back, full of pity, “Hey. Just thought I’d come check on you, we haven’t seen you in hours.”

“I didn’t like them staring at me.” You said plainly, stepping out into the open air. The rain had stopped now, the sky clear, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I get that.” Was her heartfelt reply. You felt bad for being so plain with her, but there was really only one person you wanted to see, “But, um, it’s dinner right about now. Wanna…come with?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you were starving and almost certain that nobody would be bringing you any food, so you shrugged, “Sure.”

The large door shut on its own when you stepped away from it, and Evie jumped at the sound. You folded your arms and walked alongside her in silence until you were forced to part at the pavilion. She tried to say something — maybe a goodbye, a good luck. Maybe a we can’t be friends anymore because you’re forbidden. You didn’t stick around to check, walking over to the empty Zeus table where you unfortunately belonged.

You filled your plate, hungry from the workout of capture the flag and exhaustion from the day, but your appetite was ruined when you saw Luke walk in and avoid your eyes completely in favour of sitting at his usual spot at the Hermes table. You hadn’t seen him all day, he hadn’t seen you, and yet here he was; ignoring your existence like he used to. It sort of hurt.

So you dropped your fork, leaned your elbows on the untouched wood and stared at nothing. Only hours earlier were you at the top of your game, happy and ready to use your skills in capture the flag, show your friends what you could do. Now? You were completely alone, completely miserable, and completely ready to go back to Vermont.

You wanted nothing more than to climb into your bed and cry.

People started to stand. Heading in the direction of the campfire that you were definitely going to skip. Some Hermes kids stood, Luke included, and started a slow stroll down there too, past your table and down the hill. Chris was talking animatedly to his friends on either side of him, but Luke didn’t look very happy with whatever it was he was saying. Before you could build up the courage to call out for him, beg him to look you in the eyes and still stay your friend, he was shoving Chris roughly, the boy falling into your table with a grunt.

“What the hell, man?” He sneered, brushing himself off. Luke just glared. He scoffed, “You’ve changed, bro. And not for the better.”

Then he was walking off in a huff, and his friends were following him. Luke met your eyes for half a second before storming off in the opposite direction — and with the influence of the tug on your heart, you followed.

He was halfway to the Hermes cabin when you caught him, and you were thrown back to the time he got into that…thing with Dean from Ares and you chased him all the way up the hill. This time, it was down, and you were a lot less out of breath when you reached out and tugged on his elbow.

He turned to you, “What?”

You paused, hand falling to your side. You swallowed, shrugged, “I…uh…”

Luke tightened his jaw, eyes flicking above your head like if he looked at you any longer his facade would break. He took in a deep breath and met your gaze once more, “Go to the campfire.”

“What —?”

“Go to the campfire.” He was backing away, “Entertain your fans, give out autographs. Conjure some more lighting. I don’t know. Do something, but don’t do it here.”

You weren’t having that. Your gaze hardened, “Hey. You’re not allowed to say that to me after you ignored me all day.”

“I —“ He went for a rebuttal, but came up short, licking his lips in frustration. “You disappeared.”

“I was in the Big House, being interrogated.” You explained, annoyance clear in your tone, “I would’ve liked it if my best friend was waiting for me when I got out but unfortunately he decided he hated me like everyone else and I had to cry alone in my cabin.”

He paused then, taking slow steps back towards you and meeting your saddened gaze. His brows furrowed, “I’m your best friend?”

You cracked a tiny smile, “Of course you are, idiot.”

His nod was barely there, but you saw it. You also saw his smile, small like yours and gone in a flash. “I don’t hate you.” He said, “I don’t care that Zeus is your dad. It’s just…”

“He forgot about me.”

“What?”

You shrugged, folding your arms. There, standing in the middle of the cabins and staring at Luke Castellan, you admitted out loud what you’d been avoiding since you left the Big House, “Zeus. He forgot about me. That's why I never got attacked by monsters, because my deadbeat father was so busy turning his kid into a tree that he forgot he had another one.”

Even under the tears brimming in your lids and through the lump on your throat, you saw Luke flinch. A minute movement, but you caught it like you caught all of his other details. The freckle on his eyebrow, the scar on his forehead that other people missed because they were too busy staring at his big one. The flinch when you brought up the tree. Thalia Grace, is what Chiron had called her.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” He said in a low murmur. “Thalia was a friend of mine and Annabeth’s. Brought back some rough memories.”

“Oh.” You breathed, “Oh, gods. I’m so sorry.”

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his torso before you could think about it. Big bad Luke definitely didn’t like hugs, but there you were; hugging him and staining his camp shirt with your salty tears. You couldn’t help it — you were so full of emotions that a single hug that he hadn't even reciprocated was bringing you to tears.

Then he hugged you back, and you started bawling.

Bawling like a baby into his chest while he stood there and held you. Crying about your dad who forgot about you, your sister who died while you lived a happy life, your nonexistent purpose in life because you were over sixteen now and there was nothing for you. Maybe being a forbidden kid was enough, but not really. You weren’t forbidden enough for them, apparently.

“Sorry for shoving Chris.” He spoke into your hair. You pulled your head back enough to meet his eyes, “He was saying shit about you and Thalia and it pissed me off. I know that you want me to be better, happier or whatever, and I am trying but…”

“I don’t care.”

His lips shut with a smack, “What?”

You let out a sad chuckle, “Be miserable. I don’t care, I like you for who you are. Plus, I get it. Y’know? This isn’t the happiest life.”

Luke looked at you with an expression so genuine and heavy that it sort of scared you, but you let it burn you. You’d let him burn you forever more. Then he let out a breath, tinged with relief, and relaxed his forehead onto your own. You stayed like that, heads pressed together and arms wrapped around one another, until footsteps bled into your ears.

You pulled away from each other and spotted Annabeth, who was making her way over very quickly, trudging through the grass that was still wet from earlier.

“Anna Banana.” Luke squinted, his new way of smiling, “What are ya’ doing over here?”

The girl stopped between the two of you and ignored her brother in favour of looking at you, “So, you’re Zeus’ kid.”

“Yup.”

“I knew your sister. She was my sister, too, for a bit.” She said, and you thought it sounded sad, but the girl hid her emotions well. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged — it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Zeus’. You sent her a kind smile.

She returned it, glancing at Luke then, “Don’t call me that.”

He chucked, patting her on the head and yanking on one of her braids. She huffed and smacked his hand away, but smiled nonetheless. Then she looked back at you, “You were good with that spear today. Maybe Athena could pair up with Zeus for the next game.”

“Maybe they could.” You nodded.

She nodded back, before announcing her departure and heading off. You looked at Luke with a proud grin, “She likes me.”

He smiled fully, amused, “She does.”

“You like me.”

A little sheepish, “I do.”

“So who cares if daddy dearest doesn’t?” You settled on, tilting your head, “We got each other.”

Luke nodded, and you admired the way he looked. He was handsome, that you knew, but he seemed particularly beautiful under the moon, alone with you.

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Shadows of Fire (Azriel x Reader x Eris)

Summary// You stumbled upon something that you should have never seen, something that would send two courts of Pyrthian into chaos if made public. After a week of trying to forget, the two men cornered you, leaving you nowhere to run even if you wanted. However, deep down inside, did you?

(Azris is like my OTP and writing this was SO fun. I love this idea of a reader sandwich and I cannot lie I have fantasized about this exact scenario multiple times. Enjoy this 4,600 smut fic! I hope you guys like it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, Threesome, Bondage, Edging, Orgasm Denial, MMF, Spitting

By the time you arrived back at your shared apartment, it was late. You weren’t even meant to be there tonight but the date you had planned went up in smoke. He was cocky and rude, staring at your breasts for most of the night while the rest was spent bragging about the women he slept with.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him when you declined his invitation to go home with him but by the look on his face, he seemed shocked his moves hadn’t made you putty in his hands. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes when he sneered at you, storming off like a child.

Good riddance.

Your roommate, Azriel, had plans tonight and you hoped you wouldn’t be interrupted as you unlocked the door quietly. His late-night rendezvous often left at this time so your fingers were crossed that you wouldn’t walk in on something that would make your eyes bleed.

And it wasn’t that you thought he was unattractive. Anyone with two eyes could see that he was, with tan skin and a lean frame. Black tattoos covered his body which only added to his dangerous vibe not even counting the wings. You weren’t stupid enough to deny the attraction.

However, you also weren’t stupid enough to jeopardize a friendship for a fuck that could only end badly. Azriel didn’t “do” relationships and you had heard more than one girl leave angrily when he denied them the night. No matter how badly you might want to have sex with him you were not going to give in to the temptation.

The floor creaked under your bare feet as you gingerly walked down the hallway, keeping your eyes ahead as you strained to hear any noises. You cursed under your breath when you heard soft moans and grunts coming from his room, the smell of sex increasing with every step you took.

You picked up your pace and prayed to the Mother they didn’t hear you, not wanting to deal with Azriel’s agitation or god forbid a jealous woman thinking you were here to steal her man. As you beelined for your room beside his you saw the door to his bedroom slightly ajar and you froze when you heard something… unexpected.

“Oh, Az,” A deep, sultry voice moaned loudly. “I always knew you couldn’t resist me.”

That voice…didn’t belong to a woman. It also didn’t belong to just any man, at least not a regular one. Thanks to your emissary duties to the Autumn Court, you knew that voice like the back of your hand.

That voice belonged to Eris.

Surprise was an understatement for what you were feeling as your feet cemented into the floor, your dark figure looming in the doorway as you saw the two of them. There were a few candles lit around the room, giving just the right amount of light for you to see the two sworn enemies in a very interesting position.

Azriel had Eris pinned against a wall, his wings tucked in tightly as he bit and sucked at the red-headed male’s neck. Eris had his head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands digging into the Shadowsinger’s hips as he ground down onto his clothed thigh. They were both breathing heavily, their shirtless chests already coated in sweat. You knew you needed to leave, to pretend that you never saw the two of them like this, but something about them was hypnotic.

The way their bodies moved against each other, how Azriel’s shadows caressed the neglected areas of Eris while they shucked off the rest of their clothes. It was like they were the only two in the world. A thrill went down your spine at being such a voyeur to this scene, the taboo couple adding fuel to the fire as you felt yourself grow wet.

“I might put that mouth of yours to better use, prince,” Azriel growled as he grasped Eris’s cock through his boxers, his grin feral at how he melted into his touch. “You’re only good for sucking my cock anyways. Isn’t that right?”

One of your hands flew over your mouth to conceal the moan that wanted to escape as you watched Eris nod submissively, his knees hitting the floor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

Azriel fisted Eris’s hair into his hand and guided him to his cock, his nostrils flaring as he got to work. You could only see his head bobbing up and down but your mind was ready to fill in the blanks, your fingers itching to bury themselves in your needy cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Eris,” The Illyrian growled loudly, his hips pistoning in and out as he used him as his fucktoy. You watched Eris palm at his red cock, the candlelight catching the bead of precum on his tip as he readily took everything Azriel gave to him.

Your fingers were teasing the waistband of your panties before you sent them further south, rubbing your clit through your underwear. It was just the right amount of friction that had you biting your tongue to keep quiet as you watched them.

After only a few seconds of teasing yourself, you couldn’t wait any longer and hastily pushed your panties aside to shove your fingers inside yourself. You knew it wasn’t going to be enough but you kept fucking yourself, matching your thrusts with Azriel's as their moans grew louder.

Everything was getting too hot, too fast, and you gripped the doorway to steady yourself, freezing when it creaked under your weight.

No, no, no, no…

Both men froze and turned to look where the sound had come from, their gazes full of surprise and what looked like anger as they took in your form, your smell, and your hand down your pants. You blinked once before yanking your fingers out of your still-dripping core and running out the apartment door, slamming into an innocent person who just happened to be walking by.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You spluttered as you kept running, waving a hand behind you while weaving through the streets. The night air was cold on your skin as you looked behind you, making sure you weren’t followed before you finally stopped to lean against a building. “What the fuck have I done?”

Both of your hands went up to grab the sides of your head as you looked up at the stars, shaking your head in disbelief. You had lost yourself in watching them, their passion, and not only intruded on their very personal moment but also fucked yourself while watching.

You had just ruined not one but two relationships for a stupid, lust-driven decision. Azriel would never be able to look you in the eyes again and Eris…mother above, your already shaky relationship with his court has now crumbled completely.

“I am so screwed…I might as well pack my shit up tonight.” You mumbled to yourself, trying to stop your bottom lip from quivering as your anger turned to sadness.

“Why would you do that?” A raspy voice asked from beside you, making you jump and whip around. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw Azriel leaning casually against the wall, Truthteller twirling in his hands. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Azriel, I-” You tried to explain, taking a nervous step back only to bump into a solid mass. Your throat bobbed as you leaned your head back to find a smirking Eris. “Guys, listen, I am so sorry-”

“Are you though?” Eris tilted his head, grabbing your forearms roughly and spinning you around to face him. “You could have run, you could have gone to bed, but you stood there watching us…”

“With your fingers shoved in your needy little cunt.” Azriel finished for him, pushing himself off the wall to come up behind you. “What you saw tonight…it does not leave your mouth, do you understand?”

You hesitated, your entire body on high alert as you were sandwiched between the two men, and you flinched when you saw Az’s eyes darken. Before you could blink he had his scarred fingers gripping your face painfully, his nose brushing against yours as he bent down and said, “Answer me.”

“I swear on my life.” You promised quickly, eyes flickering between the two of them. “I won’t tell anyone just please let me go, please don’t hurt me.”

He held you for a moment longer before letting go, both of them stepping back as you took in much-needed air with a hand over your chest. Adrenaline was coursing through your body as you started to walk away, resisting the urge to run, until something cool wrapped around your wrist and yanked you back.

Your feet stumbled but you caught your footing before you could faceplant, looking down to see one of Azriel’s shadows holding your arm. You lifted your frantic gaze upwards only to see them both smirking devilishly.

“Do you smell that?” Azriel hummed, raising a brow towards Eris as the redheaded nodded and clicked his tongue.

“I do…it’s the same smell that was in the apartment when Y/N was fucking herself,” Eris replied. You could feel a shift in the air as they watched you with wicked delight. The sound of your heartbeat was roaring in your ears as you struggled against the shadowy binds only to gasp when a rope of fire slithered around your other arm. “Where do you think you’re going, pet?”

“The fun is just starting.” The Spymaster smiled as they both tugged you forward roughly, sending you spiraling towards them until four large hands caught you and straightened you out. “You wanted to watch us so badly. Let us put on a proper show for you.”

“No, I don’t-” You tried to protest only to shudder when you felt a pair of warm lips on the shell of your ear, the heat of the fiery bonds increasing briefly as Eris dragged a hand down the side of your body. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did and when you looked up you saw Azriel watching you with hooded eyes.

“Are you sure about that, mouse? Look at how quickly you’re coming apart.” He snickered, cupping your face and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “We’ve barely even touched you and you look like you’re ready to burst.”

Eris continued his lazy exploration of your body while his mouth caressed your neck. Your hands were fisted at your sides as Azriel watched on, licking his lips as he slipped the pad of his thumb into your mouth. “Suck it.”

And despite all the qualms you had about this situation, about the two of them, you found yourself immediately listening to his instructions. You took the large digit and started sucking and swirling your tongue around it, the slight groan from Az’s throat only spurring you on.

“Good girl.” Eris whispered into your ear.

Another shiver ran down your spine from his words as you closed your eyes to avoid the embarrassment of how much this was turning you on. However, Azriel seemed to want to watch how they were affecting you. Both of their bonds suddenly disappeared as you stumbled back, barely catching yourself against the wall as you glared at them.

“What the hell?” You huffed, crossing your arms before letting out a small shriek as Eris threw you over his shoulder. Your fists banged against his back while your feet kicked around but a loud, hard slap to your ass got you to still momentarily.

“Save your voice for the bedroom, pet. You’re going to need it.” He chuckled with a glance over at Azriel, the two of them nodding before you felt yourself drop into nothingness. Your stomach churned as you winnowed into Azriel’s bedroom, Eris dropping you roughly on the bed as the Spymaster swooped in from the balcony.

“I truly am sorry, more than sorry even, for invading your privacy.” You swallowed thickly, your palms sweaty. “What I did was wrong and perverted and-”

“Mother above, shut her up, Eris.” Azriel rolled his eyes, smiling when your eyes widened as a thick rope of fire tightened around your throat. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off your airway but you knew he could if he wanted. “Spare us the holier than though speech, mouse.”

“I’m just-” You tried to argue only to gasp when the fire grew hotter. Your skin starts to sweat from the heat and you realize that four more binds have wrapped around your wrists and ankles, spreading you open for the two of them. Eris also used the opportunity to burn your clothes to dust, the wind scattering it across the floor as he left you bare for them.

“You just what? You just stood there and watched as I fucked Eris’s mouth? Stood there and touched yourself to the sight of the two of us?” Azriel was now on top of you, his eyes dark and tone seductive. “Admit it, Y/N. Admit it to yourself that you enjoyed watching us. Admit that deep down inside you are nothing but a wanton whore.”

“I’m not!” You denied, frowning, only to thrash and struggle as a cloth was shoved into your mouth. “Mmm! Mphm!”

Azriel clicked his tongue while shaking his head, stepping back onto the floor and turning to Eris. “Shall we continue before we were so rudely interrupted?”

“What about her?” Eris jerked his head towards you as you still struggled against your restraints. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, the flames licking up your skin burning fiercely for a moment until you whimpered in pain. “I must admit, I’ve wanted to taste her from the moment she walked into my court.”

“As soon as she can admit to herself that she loves watching and being treated like this, she can join us. Until then…” Azriel trailed off, grabbing Eris’s hips and pulling him towards him. The redhead grinned and kissed him with a passionate fire you could feel from the bed, their teeth clashing as they hastily removed their clothing.

You bit down on the cloth as their cocks sprang free from the confine of their pants, both of them impossibly large and thick. Azriel had more length while Eris was slightly girthier, though you know what mattered more was how they used it. Wetness began to pool between your thighs once more as you wriggled slightly, trying to gain some friction.

“Knees. Now.” Azriel commanded, his chest rumbling when Eris readily responded and took his cock in his mouth. It was already hard and you moaned loudly when you saw Eris’s throat bob with every inch he took of the Illyrian.

Your fingers flexed as you watched him swallow Azriel down to the base, the Shadowsinger making a choking sound before grabbing a fistful of red hair and holding him there for several seconds. Tears were welling up in Eris’s eyes as he struggled to breathe but he never fought against Az’s hold. He took everything he was giving him.

“Good boy, good fucking boy,” Azriel grunted, finally letting him come up for air as he turned to look at you. “Look at how wet you’ve made her, Eris. She’s soaking the sheets.”

“Fuck, she looks delicious…” Eris moaned. “Are you ready to submit yet, pet? Ready to show us how good you can be?”

You hesitated, struggling with the moral and immoral thoughts swirling around your brain, and whined when Azriel shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his lover. “Her loss.” He said, using Eris’s hair to guide him back to his throbbing dick. “Eyes on me, prince.”

He had no hesitation as he went back to work on his cock, his hands rubbing where his mouth couldn’t reach. Your mouth went dry as you saw Azriel grow more and more desperate, his hips snapping in time with Eris’s sucking. Every inch of your skin felt as if you were on fire and when you saw Azriel shove him all the way down his throat, spilling inside him, your resolve finally broke.

“Mmmph! Mmm!” You garbled through the makeshift gag, your pussy weeping with how desperate you were. They ignored you, lost in their own euphoria as Eris’s own cock jerked in need of release.

“Don’t swallow it, greedy prince. Keep my cum warm for me while I check on our little voyeur.” Az smirked, gingerly pulling out of his mouth before strolling towards you. His cock was glistening with Eris’s spit and his own cum, already starting to get hard again as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Something to say, mouse? Do you need something?” He taunted, one of his shadows ghosting over your swollen cunt. It made you buck your hips as you struggled to talk, gasping for air when Azriel yanked the wet gag out of your mouth. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I like it. I like it and I shouldn’t but I do,” You rambled, chest heaving with each word. “I’m a dirty slut who liked it just please, please fucking touch me. I’m begging you. I need it.”

Azriel mulled over your words, the shadow pressing more firmly on your clit. You knew if he kept going you would cum in no time, your inner walls already clenching as you bit down on your lip to try and control yourself.

“Was that good enough for you, Eris?” Azriel asked, smirking when he saw him already climbing up the end of the bed. “Or should we make her beg more?”

“No, no, please!” You nearly cried, ignoring the burn from your bonded hands and feet as you tried to get up. “I promise I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you want just please touch me.”

You flinched when Azriel’s fingers tilted your head to look at him, his eyes drinking in your tear-stained cheeks and flushed face. He studied you for what felt like forever before bending down until his forehead was touching yours. “You’re ours now, little mouse.”

Eris’s hot, wet tongue licked up your cunt as you were staring at Azriel and it made you cry out in pleasure, taken off guard as he latched onto your clit and started sucking on it roughly.

It was too much sensation at once and with how worked up you were, you already felt yourself teetering on the edge. Azriel seemed to realize as he crawled beside you and pinned your arms to the bed, Eris’s fire disappearing instantly. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, whore. You have to be given permission.”

“I can’t-” You choked, your hips grinding down as Eris moved down to circle the tip of his tongue over your hole. “I can’t hold it! Please!”

“I said no,” Azriel growled, fingers digging painfully into the soft skin of your arms. “Stuff her full of my cum, prince. Claim her for me.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion until you watched as Eris pulled away from your sopping wet cunt, a small string of saliva following him, and spat Azriel’s cum onto your pussy. The sight of it had your toes curling as Eris gave you a devilish smile, sliding two fingers down your lips, collecting the cum, and then shoving them roughly inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” You yelped as he fucked his lover’s cum into you, his fingers curling with each thrust before he went back to licking and biting your clit. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen and you almost sobbed when Azriel pinned your hips down to keep you still.

All you could do was lay there and take it, desperately trying to fend off your orgasm as Azriel whispered in your ear, “Take it like the dirty slut you are mouse. Feel his thick fingers inside of you, fucking my cum into you.”

“She tastes so fucking, mmph-” Eris growled into your pussy, his amber eyes glowing like embers as he looked up at you. “So fucking good.”

“I bet she does, I can smell how sweet she is,” Azriel said, his fingers dancing down your body until he got to your breasts. “And look at how beautiful these are…just waiting to be marked up.”

He gave your right nipple a harsh smack at the same time Eris sucked your clit again, the pain and pleasure mixing in a toxic wave of lust. They had you seeing stars and they were just getting started.

“Please, Azriel, Eris, please let me cum,” You begged, your bottom lip quivering as your legs shook with the effort to contain it. “I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl.”

“You’re so cute when you beg like that, Y/N.” Azriel praised, goosebumps rising on your skin as his breath blew softly onto your neck. “So pretty, such a good whore. Do you think she should cum, Eris?”

Eris pulled back, ignoring your whimpers as he rose to his knees and pulled Azriel into a heated kiss so that he could taste your juices on his tongue. You huffed out angrily, nearly ready to stomp your feet as you felt your orgasm fade into nothing due to the lack of stimulation.

“Is my pet throwing a fit? Did you not already get enough attention?” Eris cooed, turning to watch you as Azriel kissed down his neck and palmed his cock until the High Lord was bucking into his hand. “Are you, ah, are you that needy?”

“Of course she is, look at her.” Azriel mocked, sucking a large hickey onto the column of his throat before he pushed him back roughly. Eris landed beside you, his hair splaying out beautifully as the Illyrian roughly picked you up and had you bending over the edge of the bed. “Suck his cock, mouse. Make him cry for you.”

You did not need to be told twice, your mouth hungrily kissing his inner thighs and trailing up to his dripping member. It was thick and long, the tip red and begging for you to pay it attention. He let out a small groan as you kissed and licked the head of him, swirling your tongue round and round before a sharp smack landed on your ass.

“I said to suck his cock not tease him, little whore.” Azriel ordered, letting another spank hit your clit this time which made you moan. You nodded, eyes focusing on Eris as you took him all the way to his pubic hair. It tickled your nose as you watched the redhead lurch forward, his hands immediately flying to your head to hold you still as he rutted upwards.

“Stars above, that feels amazing,” He moaned, looking over you to Azriel who was stroking himself to the sight. You began to choke and only then did he finally let you go, his thumb reaching out to wipe away the mascara that was now smeared under your eyes. “Again.”

He gave you no time to prepare as he roughly shoved himself down your throat once more, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy as you did your best to breathe through your nose. You cupped his balls in your hand, rolling them around, which only spurred Eris on further.

“Who knew you were such a good cocksucker, Y/N?” Azriel chimed from behind you, stepping forward to rub his hard cock through your folds. Each time he bumped against your clit it made you lurch back, trying to get him to enter you. “Maybe that should be your new title, hm? Just for us.”

“Only for us.” Eris echoed. “Fuck I’m going to cum.”

“Paint her face. Mark her in your cum.” Azriel growled, savoring the way you were both lost in your own pleasure as Eris suddenly pulled out of your mouth to spurt onto your face. You closed your eyes and took it, loving the way they were being so filthy with you before you moaned when you felt Azriel enter you from behind.

“So fucking tight,” He gritted out as he fucked you wildly like a beast taking his bitch. Your whole body was jerking forward and all you could do was look at Eris, your eyes heavy-lidded as he swiped some of his cum off your face and held it out for you to taste.

You sucked his finger in greedily, enjoying the salty taste of him as he smirked back at how corrupted you had become. However, as soon as Az hit that spot deep inside you, you let go of his digit to let out a loud, whorish groan.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” You cried out, looking back to watch him pound into you from behind. With every brush over that spot, you felt your orgasm building once more, your walls clenching tightly around him which made him hiss through his teeth.

“You wanna cum on his cock, pet? Do you deserve it?” Eris teased, placing two fingers under your chin to force you to look at him. “Do you think you deserve to cum on his cock?”

“Yes, mmm, I do,” You pant, moaning into his mouth when he kisses you sloppily. He tasted of warm spices and Azriel, the combination intoxicating as your tongues swirled together. It made your already wet cunt wetter. “I’ve been good.”

Azriel grabbed your hips harshly, making sure to leave bruises on them as he felt his orgasm racing up his spine. His balls started to tighten and he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted as he spilled into you, your orgasm following swiftly behind as you came and came and came.

Your entire body shook with the force of it as you all but collapsed onto Eris’s thighs, your ass still up in the air as Azriel continued to thrust shallowly into you. He grinned as some of his cum leaked out the side of your union, watching it fall onto the bed.

“You made such a mess, little mouse,” Azriel noted as he reluctantly pulled out, scooping his oozing cum and shoving it back inside your sensitive hole. You whined, trying to move away but Eris forced you to stay still as the Spymaster continued to toy with your sex. “And you came without permission.”

“I-what? But you-” You mumbled, lifting your head to turn and gaze at him. “Eris said…”

“I only asked the question, pet. I never permitted you.” He said sweetly, brushing the hair out of your eyes as you swallowed in fear. “You should know better.”

“It’s alright, prince.” Azriel smiled, flipping you over forcefully before appearing over you. “We have plenty of time to teach her how to behave.”

The last thing you saw was Azriel’s hazel eyes before his shadows circled your head, blinding you as Eris chuckled into the night air. You sucked in a breath when you felt those fiery bonds return once more, locking you to the bed as they both set to work on your punishment.

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bettysupremacy · 1 year ago

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I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

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uninspireddreamsandwhims · 2 months ago

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An Idiot's Guide to Free Cake

I wrote a Klance fic a few months ago based off a Tumblr prompt by alrightevans, "I just saw a thing on fb like ‘does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like 2 hours to try free wedding cake samples’ and I'm just…………………imagine ur otp". It's my first time posting on here so hopefully this goes smoothly lol. It's also lightly inspired by a story a friend once told me of how she faked an engagement for free cake at a restaurant lol. I had a lot of fun writing this and I just figured I'd share it here as well! If you'd rather read on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56362210) Thanks for reading! _____________________________________________ Keith slid into the slightly sticky booth seat, already regretting the decision to come.

Well. He wouldn’t call it a decision. That would involve options. Non-coerced options that didn’t involve threats and blackmail.

Keith buried his face in his hands, taking a deep, steadying breath. It’s just one dinner. All he has to do is grit his teeth, order his food, avoid eye contact, and dip once an appropriate amount of time has passed. He can do this. He has to do this.

His dignity is at stake, after all.

Distracted by his internal pep-talk, Keith didn’t hear Lance approach until he was crashing into the booth across from him with a loud huff. Keith dragged his head up to glare at the man.

Lance, late as always - though this time thankfully so - seemed unbothered by Keith’s glare. He flashed a smile at the hostess who showed him to the table and thanked her warmly enough Keith noticed the beginnings of a blush bloom on her cheeks. Even after the hostess scurried off, Lance still didn’t turn to look at Keith.

So this is how he wants to play, huh? Even though Keith planned on using this exact tactic, it annoyed him that Lance had started before he could. He got here first. It should be him starting the averted glares and pointed silence.

Keith mentally kicked himself. He was being childish. Lance tended to bring that out in Keith; a side of Keith that even he didn’t know he was capable of until Lance came into the picture. Lance just had a way of getting under Keith’s skin. He knew all the ways to make Keith tick. It would be humiliating if Keith wasn’t able to do the same to Lance. Though, unfortunately, that’s precisely why they’re in the predicament that they’re in.

Keith lifted his chin defiantly, refusing to utter a word to Lance. Not even a sign of acknowledgment. Lance came late so he should say something first. Instead, Keith busied himself with the menu, scanning the options.

Fuck this place was expensive. $25 for a plate of pasta. For most places Keith goes to, $25 can cover the meal, drink, and tip. Why they couldn’t just meet at a college town restaurant was beyond him. Lance just had to pick this place. Keith rolled his eyes in annoyance before scanning the rest of the menu for something somewhat reasonable. He found a burger, with fries (truly a surprise), for a little over $18. It was still going to be a pricey meal, but at least it wasn’t $25 for pasta.

Across from him, Lance picked up his menu and scanned over the selections. Softly, almost too quiet to make out over the din of the people around them, Keith could have sworn he heard Lance say, “Jesus.” Lance’s teeth tugged at his bottom lip, chewing absently as his brows pinched together in time with his eyes dropping lower and lower down the menu. Keith gritted his teeth.

If you’re so shocked by the menu, why did you pick this place? He wanted to snap. But he’d already sworn to himself he wouldn’t say anything first and he’ll be damned if he breaks so soon. Keith looked around the cozy, intimate restaurant. They were seated in a cramped booth against a dividing wall that split up the main dining area. The kind of booth that encouraged closeness and murmured conversations. It seemed like a place that preferred you to lean in close, maybe hold hands, and share stories or inside jokes with one another. A small oasis in a crowded restaurant. Keith found himself leaning back against his seat, chasing away the idea.

The lighting in the room was soft, almost annoyingly too buttery yellow for comfort, which made Keith rub his eyes in agitation. Waiters bustled around, bright smiles plastered on their faces. Some walked from table to table, their sole purpose being to offer wine and top-off drinks. This was definitely not the kind of place Keith often found himself in.

He thought about his past few meals - whatever concoction he could create to fill his stomach while not draining his wallet. Until recently, he’d been coasting off a diet of cereal and ramen. But he was sick of ramen and he was beginning to think he might be lactose intolerant. He’s not proud of it, but recently Keith succumbed to mixing store-bought queso, chicken nuggets, rice, and hot sauce and using it as a dip for his chips. It tasted better than it should have.

So while Keith was not looking forward to the price of this meal, and was most definitely not looking forward to spending it with Lance, he was, at the very least, fucking thankful to be eating something other than the remnants of his fridge.

A waiter coasted up to their table, high ponytail swinging even after she came to a stop. “Hello and welcome! My name is Addison and I’ll be taking care of you two this evening.” Her voice was bubbly and sweet. Lance glanced up from his menu, startled by her sudden appearance.

He recovered quickly, a smooth grin unfurling across his lips as he returned her smile.

“Good evening Addison,” he replied, voice gentle and welcoming. It wasn’t flirtatious, as Lance often is with others, but Addison still seemed a bit flustered. Keith wanted to kick Lance in the shin but he held himself back. He wasn’t technically doing anything wrong.

“Right, erm…” Addison trailed off for a second, seemingly losing her place in her routine. “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?”

“Just a water for me,” Keith told her. No need to spend almost five dollars for a glass of soda that was mostly just ice. Addison gave a quick nod before turning back to Lance.

“I’ll take the summer peach tea,” Lance told her. Of course he would get something like that. Never mind that Keith didn’t know what options there were to begin with, having deliberately chosen to avoid them on the menu. But he wasn’t shocked. It was an entirely Lance-like drink. Sweet, fruity, and overly indulgent.

“Oh, that’s a good one. I get that all the time,” Addison said, sounding a bit too sincere to be genuine. Keith wondered how often she even ate at the restaurant. If it were him, he wouldn’t dare eat where he worked. Just being there for work was exhausting enough. It would suck to come in when he wasn’t even scheduled. “Would you guys like any appetizers to start with? Or are you ready to order?”

Lance shot Keith a wide-eyed look, the kind that would be comical if Keith wasn’t already so annoyed with him. Part of Keith wanted to say, “Why yes, we are actually.” just to watch Lance scramble to find something. But that would be a little too dickish.

“I still need a minute,” Lance admitted, sheepish.

“Oh absolutely, no worries,” Addison reassured him. “I’ll be right back with those drinks.” She zipped away, disappearing almost as fast as she came. Keith sighed, sinking back into his seat as the silence settled over them, creating their own shitty little bubble of discomfort.

Lance’s face was pinched, brows puckered and his lips scrunched in his thinking expression. Keith watched as he began to tap absentmindedly on his chin with a long, slender index finger. Finally, Lance puffed out a sigh, seemingly coming to a decision. He placed the menu on the table and glanced up, jumping when his eyes met Keith’s.

Keith’s own eyes widened, startled by the sudden eye contact. Quickly he dropped his gaze to his hands, fingers curled into a tangle in his lap. He heard Lance clear his throat and wondered if Lance would be the first to break their standoff.

But whatever Lance was about to say was interrupted by Addison’s sudden return. Lance thanked her warmly, not the least bit annoyed by the interruption, while she cheerily deposited their drinks onto the table. Keith felt a surge of gratitude to the server, thankful to prolong the inevitable for a few moments longer.

“So, are we ready to order yet?” She asked cautiously. Keith glanced up, casting his gaze from Addison, to Lance, and back to Addison.

“Um, I am…if you are,” he mumbled, looking back at Lance again. Lance nodded, shooting one last look at the menu. Taking the chance, Keith gave his order to Addison. “I’ll take the classic cheeseburger. No tomatoes on it, please.” Addison’s head bobbed as she jotted down the order.

“No tomato, got it. Everything else on there okay?” Keith nodded. “And are the fries okay as your side?” He nodded again. She smiled and took his menu from him. “You got it then. And for you, sir?”

Lance glanced up again, the usual smile unfurling once more. “My turn already?” He let out a small chuckle. “There’s so much to pick from, it’s hard to settle on just one thing.” Addison laughed.

“Oh, I know. The menu changes every season, so there's always something new.”

“Does it really?” Lance asked, genuine curiosity in his tone. “That sounds awesome. Makes you want to come back to try it all." Keith wanted to roll his eyes. Lance seemed to make it his goal in life to be liked by everyone. "But for today," Lance continued, his face briefly scrunching up before finally deciding. "I think I’ll settle for the shrimp ravioli.”

“Excellent choice,” Addison said as she scribbled on her pad. “I haven’t personally had that one before - shellfish allergy - but I hear customers raving about it all the time. I’ll go put these in for you.” She swept away again, her ponytail swinging like a pendulum behind her.

“I like her,” Lance mused. Keith shot him a look, eyebrow rising in a silent question. “She seems nice,” he added without looking at Keith. Whether he was talking to himself or he noticed Keith’s gaze was unclear. Instead, Lance unraveled a straw from the plastic casing and plunked it into his drink. Keith squinted at the concoction. Tea was settled at the bottom, mixing with what Keith assumed was lemonade on top, with chunks of peach floating alongside ice cubes. He wondered if that was any good. And how well that would go with shrimp.

Just the thought of that made his nose wrinkle. He wasn’t a big fan of seafood and the idea of eating shrimp and washing it down with a peach-flavored Arnold Palmer sounded awful.

“Is that any good?” He finally asked, caving. He wasn’t technically losing his one-sided cold war, Lance had spoken first after all. Whether it was just to himself or to Keith didn’t matter.

At least, that's what Keith told himself.

Lance’s gaze flittered up, eyes wide like he was surprised to hear Keith speaking to him. He blinked, slowly, before considering. “It’s pretty good,” he admitted. “But I am regretting it, now that I’ve ordered.” It seemed Lance had come to the same conclusion that Keith had. Peach tea and shrimp ravioli probably weren’t a match made in culinary heaven.

“Can’t see why you’d think that,” Keith said, his tone dry and words a little more sarcastic than he’d meant for it to come off as. Lance bristled slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he was readying for a fight. Keith winced. “Sorry,” he muttered. This was supposed to be a peace negotiation. He wasn’t here to make things worse.

A few days prior, Lance and Keith had gotten into another argument. Keith couldn’t even remember what it was about; their bickering had been the background to so many hangouts that their friends finally sat them down for an intervention. Shiro and Allura led the intervention while Hunk played mediator for Lance and Keith. Pidge was just there for the chaos.

Regardless, the issues between Keith and Lance were getting too big to overlook and their friends were tired of it. Keith hadn’t realized how bad it’d gotten until Allura firmly stated that until they got their act together, neither would be invited to any gatherings in their friend group.

Keith could tell that the command sat heavily on Lance. When Allura announced the plan for Lance and Keith to go out to dinner and play nice…Keith contemplated throwing the whole friend group away. But he couldn’t do that to them. He cared about his friends more than he was willing to admit out loud and would be lying if he said he didn’t find the time they spent together enjoyable. Lance included. It was the first time Keith had ever been part of a friend group and it felt good. He liked spending time with them, going bowling, studying in the library, and doing other silly shenanigans around campus.

…Not to mention, Keith wasn’t so sure he could replace them if he did throw them away. He wasn’t exactly approachable the way Lance was.

“Whatever,” Lance sighed, leaning his cheek against his palm, giving him an almost pouty look. “So…” he started, looking like he was, for once, at a loss for words. “You’re into places like this, huh?” Keith frowned.

“Why would…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Wasn’t this your pick, Lance?” Lance snorted a laugh.

“God no. If it were up to me, dinner would be Taco Bell and we’d have gone through the drive-thru.” A laugh burst out of Keith before he could press his lips together to suffocate the sound. In a half-hearted attempt to smother the sound, he faked a cough, covering his mouth with his hand to hide the smile spreading across his lips.

“How romantic,” Keith replied dryly. Lance shot him an over-dramatic wink which earned him another laugh from Keith.

“Romantic indeed though,” Lance mused, eyes roaming the dining area. “I didn’t even know a place like this existed in this town.” Lance turned back to Keith, brows furrowed in confusion. “But wait…if you didn’t pick this place-”

“Absolutely not,” Keith cut in.

“And I definitely wouldn’t choose such a place…” he cocked his head just slightly, the move reminding Keith of a confused puppy. “Who the hell did?”

Keith lifted one shoulder, trying to banish the thought from his mind. “If I had to guess, probably Allura. Seems like the kind of place she would have been to at least once.” Lance hummed softly in agreement. “Though if I’m being honest,” Keith bit back a sigh. “It was also very likely…”

“Pidge,” they said in unison. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, before sharing a small laugh.

What the hell is going on here? Keith thought to himself. This was probably the most he’d ever enjoyed himself in Lance’s company. Keith never thought there would be a day that he'd genuinely laugh with Lance instead of at him.

“Yeah, I can see that one for sure,” Lance agreed, rubbing a hand down his face. “That gremlin would definitely have chosen the most awkward place possible for us to meet.”

“Awkward? What would make you think that?” Keith said, his tone on the verge of teasing. Lance stared at him, a flustered look on his face. He thought Keith was being serious.

Keith grinned, pressing on. “I mean, we’re just two dudes, sitting in a small, intimate restaurant with mood lighting and music, on a Friday night at six pm. Entirely normal.” Somewhere between “two dudes” and “mood lighting” Lance caught on to the fact that Keith was joking and had smothered another laugh into his hands. His head was tilted down, making it hard for Keith to see Lance’s expression, but he felt a small flutter in his stomach. He was so used to getting on Lance’s nerves, and vice versa, that it was a bit odd to be making Lance laugh. It was weird to be laughing all. This was not on Keith's Intervention Dinner bingo card.

After a moment, the laughter subsided and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. Neither said anything for a few minutes. Keith wondered if he should say something, but Lance beat him to it. “You know, it’s a shame we’re sworn enemies.”

Keith blinked. Once. Twice. “What?” Of all the things Lance could have said, “sworn enemies” wasn’t even in consideration. Where had Lance gotten that idea from?

It seemed even Lance was starting to feel self-conscious about his statement. His cheeks flushed a faint pink, but he carried on regardless. “You know, academic rivals—sworn enemies. Destined to never be friends. That sort of stuff.” Keith considered what Lance had just said.

“I don’t get it.” He said finally, voice flat with confusion. He squinted at Lance. “When were we ever academic rivals?? Lance, we aren’t even in the same major.” The pink in Lance’s cheeks reddened.

“Before college,” he muttered. “Back at the Garrison.” Keith’s memories of the Garrison were foggy. Not due to time, but to a lack of desire to dwell on those days. Dropping out of the Garrison was the best thing he’d ever done. He’d very nearly foregone schooling altogether. It was only due to Shiro pushing him to get his GED and then eventually look into colleges that Keith even made it to where he is today.

“Still not sure what you mean,” Keith admitted. Lance looked appalled. No. Not appalled. He looked outraged.

“What?” He snapped, his voice spiking for a brief moment. Keith shot a nervous look around the room. “What do you mean? How could you not know what I’m talking about?” Keith opened his mouth to say something but wasn’t sure what would be best in this situation. He snapped his jaw shut, hissing a breath out between his clenched teeth. There he was. This was the real Lance. Loud, dramatic, and with a chip on his shoulder about god knows what. Keith felt his irritation begin to rise.

“Well you see Lance,” Keith said with forced patience. “When someone says, ‘I don’t know’, it typically means that they don’t know.” He shot Lance a glare, surprised to see the ferocity in Lance’s eyes as he glared right back at Keith.

“I spent every day at the Garrison being compared to you,” Lance snapped, jabbing a finger at Keith. He was doing his best to keep his voice low but Keith could tell that others were starting to look at them. Keith couldn’t find the will to care about that though.

“To me?” He asked, incredulously. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would you get compared to me?” Keith wasn’t positive, but he was almost certain they rarely crossed paths at the Garrison. When he’d met Lance during welcome week two years ago, both newly minted college freshmen, he’d been surprised to hear that Lance had already known him. Since Keith was notoriously bad at remembering faces, he’d just brushed it off. Now he was starting to wonder if that’d been a mistake.

“Because,” Lance hissed. “No matter what I did, no matter how good I was, I could never beat you. Even if I did, technically, surpass you in terms of grades, there was always something or another that you still managed to do better. And everyone talked about that. If I was second place, you were first. It didn't matter if you'd already left. I was constantly chasing after your stupid shadow. It wasn’t just teachers comparing us, our peers compared us too.” He slumped back in his seat, his back thumping hard against the booth seat. He looked utterly defeated, the anger draining out of him. Keith felt a small stab of guilt looking at him.

“I didn’t know that,” Keith admitted, a little embarrassed. He had felt like he’d been drowning during his time at the Garrison. It was strange to hear someone else reflect on it like he’d been some scholar student.

Not some fuck up that dropped out in a fit of rage.

Keith leaned back in the booth, unsure of what to say. He glanced across the table at Lance who looked too immersed in his bitter memories to notice. Keith wondered what he would have been like if he hadn’t dropped out. What Lance would have been like. Their relationship certainly wouldn’t have been any better. The chip on Lance’s shoulder was far too great to overlook and Keith had been too eager to jump into every fight that came across his path at the time. It was probably good that they didn't encounter each other back then.

Not that much has changed in him, it seems. Considering the way he and Lance still bicker and argue even though Keith isn’t always sure why. Sometimes it was the way Lance looked at him. Or the way he seemed to imply certain things. Other times it was just his obnoxiously loud nature. How he seemed too carefree in a crowd. Too at ease no matter where he went, even when he got swarmed by others. Like honey to a sea of flies.

Keith hadn’t wanted to be another drop in the swirling mass. But there were times he craved it. And maybe that too was why he started being nasty back at Lance.

Sunny, golden boy Lance. Always eager to please. He was a friend to anyone and everyone, and despite how he seemed, intelligent as hell. Looking at Lance made Keith feel like he was looking at a bitter reflection of himself. Of who Keith should have been. Smart, determined, charismatic, and a bit more (okay, a lot more) outgoing. Even though Keith knew if he had stayed, things would have only gotten worse, there were times when he looked at Lance and felt that bitter surge of jealousy. And like a little kid who felt inferior, he wanted to knock Lance down a peg sometimes.

Keith bit back a laugh at the stupidity of it all. Was this seriously worth all the fighting? Was it worth nearly splitting up a friend group because of some shitty emotional baggage?

“I just…” Lance started to say. Keith watched Lance swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stalled on the words. “I just don’t know why you left.”

Keith winced. He wasn’t expecting that conversation. He had half expected one of their friends to have spilled the story to Lance. Allura, Pidge, and Shiro all knew the story. He wasn’t sure about Hunk. Hunk was so easygoing it probably didn’t occur to him to pry.

Keith let out a sigh. “It-”

A waiter arrived, his hands ladened with their dinner. “Alright, so I’ve got the shrimp ravioli,” he placed it down in front of Lance when Lance held up his hand. “And the burger,” he continued, sliding the second plate over to Keith. “Dinner of champions right there,” he added with a slight chuckle. Keith bit back a snarky remark, glaring at the retreating waiter’s back.

“Did you just get bullied by the waiter?” Lance asked with a forced chuckle, attempting to steer the conversation away from his previous question. He busied himself, fidgeting with his plate and avoiding eye contact. Keith rolled his silverware out of the fancy napkin tangle it was trapped in, a tad too aggressively.

“Sure as hell sounds like it,” he muttered. He popped a fry into his mouth and goddamn it that was good. His mood eased as he ate a few more. “About your question from before,” Keith could see Lance tense, his eyes laser-focused on his plate. His napkin was gone and Keith wondered where he’d put it. “It’s not like it’s a secret…”

“How is everything y’all?” Addison chirped as she manifested at the edge of their table. Both Keith and Lance jumped, eyes as wide as saucers. She giggled a little. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you two.”

“You’re good,” Lance assured her, recovering first. “Everything seems perfect so far, thanks,” Keith grunted in agreement. Satisfied, Addison flashed them another smile and disappeared, probably off to startle another table.

They sat awkwardly for a long moment, Lance playing with his pasta and Keith pretending to busy himself with his burger. This is worse than earlier, Keith thought. At least then it was intentional.

“Garrison and I didn’t mix,” Keith said finally. Lance froze, still staring at his pasta. “I was…” Keith trailed off, searching for the right word. Hopeless? Helpless? Pushed to the brink? “Miserable,” he decided, choosing the least pathetic sounding option. “I hated being there. When Shiro was gone and it was just me left behind,” he pressed his lips together. Inhaling deeply, he finished, “The Garrison doesn’t care about its students. Just their results. And I had too much going on to give a shit anymore.” He looked over at Lance, surprised to see his eyes locked on him. Ocean blue depths unfathomable. Keith squirmed a bit in his seat. He didn’t like how Lance looked at him, eyes impassive for once. It was too unsettling.

“I didn’t know,” Lance said softly. Keith’s body went rigid. “Garrison sucked in a lot of ways. But for me, it was everything. I didn’t think about how it would be for someone else.” Lance swirled his fork in the sauce on his plate. Keith wiped his palms - for some reason they were sweaty - along his jeans.

“It’s not like I made it known,” Keith sighed. “And we barely spoke.”

“Yeah, but,” Lance pressed his face into his free hand. “That doesn’t mean it was fair.”

“Definitely not.”

“And I feel like a complete asshole right now.”

“Glad you’re aware.”

Lance lifted his head, eyes narrowed as he shot daggers at Keith. “Not helping,” he snapped. Keith laughed, shaky but genuine.

“I thought it was.” Lance rolled his eyes but didn’t retaliate.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He was sitting up straighter now, his eyes serious. “I didn’t realize. And that’s not a good excuse, nor should it be considered one. I was an asshole and I made my problems be your problems too.”

Keith was a little thrown off by this. He hadn’t expected such a heartfelt apology from Lance. “It’s okay,” he said. “Truly. It was shitty that you had to put up with their comparisons. It wasn’t fair that they kept pitting you against me. You’ve made amazing accomplishments. No one should have made them or you feel less than.” Lance blinked, his expression stunned. For a minute, Keith worried that Lance would start to cry.

“Thank you.” Lance’s voice was small and shy. A little guarded. He popped a ravioli in his mouth. “Damn this is good,” he said, mouth full. Keith laughed, picking up his burger. The food was good. Almost good enough to forgive the ridiculous price. “I’m taking some of those,” Lance said suddenly, swiping a few fries off Keith’s plate. Keith let out an outraged sound and swatted at Lance’s hand the second time it crept near his plate.

The rest of the dinner passed smoothly, Lance only managing to steal a few more fries before Keith nearly jabbed him with a fork. Once they’d cleared the air, it appeared they had a few things in common. When Keith had mentioned that he’d never been to the beach, Lance was distraught. He started gushing about the joys of beach weather, promising to take him one day.

“This summer,” he said, eyes shining. Lance was grinning so wide he looked like he was glowing. “I’ll take you to the beach. We could do a whole weekend trip.” Keith grinned, surprised to find that he was actually considering the idea. He’d never been one for the beach. There was no way Lance was getting him into the ocean.

“Let’s make it a group trip,” Keith suggested. “Allura would love to go.” Lance surged forward, jostling the table. Keith glanced over at where their empty plates had been pushed to the end, worried Lance’s sudden movement would knock them over.

“Oh my god that would be amazing!” Lance exclaimed. “We could rent out a beach house or something if we all pool together our cash. We could get sparklers, do picnics, barbeque…I can even teach you how to surf, Cowboy!” Keith spluttered a laugh.

“Cowboy?”

Lance shrugged. “It’s better than Mullet, right?” Keith grimaced.

“How are we doing now?” Addison asked, sliding up to the table. She scooped the plates up as she spoke. “Do we think we can stomach some dessert?”

“Uh…” Lance shot a look at Keith. The curiosity was clear on his face.

“Could we see the dessert menu?” Keith asked for him. Addison bobbed her head, chirping that she’d be right back with one.

“Thanks,” Lance said, looking slightly embarrassed. Keith shrugged.

“You know it’s going to be ridiculously expensive,” Keith pointed out. Lance dragged out a sigh, splaying his arms across the table dramatically.

“That’s true, but I like looking anyway. It’s like window shopping.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “So you torture yourself even when you know you shouldn’t?”

Lance looked like Keith had just said something incredibly dumb. “Well…yeah. Obviously.” Keith shook his head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re unimaginative,” Lance shot back. “Live a little. Enjoy the flavors of life.” He pulled his cup closer, blowing bubbles into the remaining liquid.

“Y’know,” Keith began, bemused by Lance's sulking. “I know someone who once got a cake slice for free at a place like this.” Lance squinted up at Keith.

“Seriously? How the hell did they do that?”

Keith smirked. “She faked an engagement with her friend.” Lance’s eyes widened, a startled huff of laughter bursting out of him.

“You’re kidding!” He laughed. “That’s amazing. Why have I never thought of that?” He paused, his head tilting to the side like he always does when he’s considering something. “Do you think that stuff actually works?” Keith considered the idea, fingers twisting on the ring he always wears on his right hand. He noticed Addison heading towards them, a menu in hand.

“Only one way to find out,” he said slyly. Lance’s expression shuffled from confusion to shock, landing on bewilderment as Keith slid out of his booth and knelt in front of Lance. Lance played the part well, hands flying up to his mouth in fabricated surprise - probably to hide the laughter plaguing him. His eyes glistened and Keith had to hand it to him, the guy could act.

“Lance,” Keith said, struggling to keep the snicker out of his voice. “Would you…” he blanked. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Was he supposed to give a speech? What would make this more believable to the onlookers slowly beginning to tune in?

Luckily, Lance saved him. “Yes!” He squealed, throwing his arms around Keith’s shoulders. It was the closest the two had ever been and Keith’s frantic mind stuttered. Lance pulled back, just far enough to press his forehead against Keith’s. His skin was warm and the faint scent of his cologne - citrus and bergamot - tickled Keith’s nose. Lance fluttered his lashes dramatically, a soft huff of laughter escaping before he could stop it. He bit his bottom lip, most likely to stop himself from laughing even more.

“Can I put it on?” He asked Keith, voice soft and sweet. Keith stared at him, in awe of the performance Lance was putting together. Damn, he really wants that cake huh?

“Uh, sure,” Keith muttered, his voice a bit too rough. He took Lance’s left hand, willing the ring to fit as he slid it onto Lance’s finger.

It was a perfect fit. Lance did chuckle then, loud enough for others to hear him. But it felt right. He cradled his hand against his chest, beaming at Keith as he did so.

“It’s perfect,” he cooed. He glanced up, feigning surprise as he took in the onlookers watching them. “Oh!” He exclaimed, pressing his hands to his cheeks. “This is so embarrassing,” he said, a bit too loudly to be casual. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He noticed Addison hovering not too far away, her hands covering her mouth, the dessert menu dangling from the crook of her elbow. She looked so moved by their performance that Keith felt a little guilty for fooling her.

“Oh my gosh you two,” she breathed. “Would you like me to…I don’t know…take a picture?” Lanced nodded excitedly, passing her his phone. As she readied the camera, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck once more, his cheek pressing against Keith’s.

“This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell the others,” Lance said through his teeth, his grin so wide it could split his face in half.

“They’re never gonna believe us,” Keith muttered back, his own smile broad and genuine. The story was so far-fetched that Keith wasn’t even sure a picture would be enough to convince them.

Addison snapped their picture and returned the phone to Lance, who gushed about how “perfect” the photo was. Keith was rising to stand when Addison announced that she would be right back and walked off with a wink.

“I think it worked,” Lance hissed, eyes sparkling with glee.

“It better have, I didn’t put in all this effort for nothing,” Keith teased. Lance rolled his eyes. They both knew who put in the real work to convince the crowd. Lance took out his phone again, fingers flying across the screen. Before Keith could ask what he was doing, his phone pinged with a message alert.

Lance: Guess what???

The photo Lance sent to the group chat was surprisingly good. Maybe it was the camera on Lance’s phone or the lighting in the restaurant, but the two looked convincing. A little too convincing. Keith’s cheeks were flushed but he looked happy. Genuinely happy. Like it had been a real proposal gone right.

Pidge: You’re JOKING

Hunk: What happened during your dinner???

Allura: Mission…successful?

Pidge: Is this real? This has to be fake right? Did you two stage a photo to make us think you actually made up?

Hunk: That sounds like something Lance would do…

Shiro: Uh…Keith???

Lance: ;)

By the time Addison came back to their table, the two were laughing so hard, Lance was wiping tears from his eyes and Keith’s face was hurting from smiling so much. The cake she placed in front of them was chocolate, with a looping chocolate syrup, “Congratulations!” on the plate. At Lance’s suggestion, the two took turns feeding one another for their first bites.

The cake was dense and fudgy, with bursts of tart raspberry sauce between the layers. It was way too sweet to be something Keith would typically order, the chocolate icing coated his tongue and melted into a sugary syrup in the back of his throat. Keith watched the way Lance melted with every bite, his expression pure bliss as he shoveled bite after bite into his mouth.

“Best fake engagement ever,” Lance said around a mouthful of cake.

Keith smiled, knowing that the cake was probably worth every penny of the ridiculous price that it normally sold for. Later, be it tomorrow or the next day, Keith knew he would feel a bit guilty for conning the restaurant. But for now, Keith savored every last bite.

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