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Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Freader

NSFW: faux hate, brief degradation, vagina biting (twice), praise, power switch, unprotected sex, size kink, biting, slapping

Summary: Theon pays a visit to be a bother and ends up in your bed.

4.3K words

A/N: I'm not the biggest fan of Theon so I know that this one sucks but I figured since I have no time to fully participate in Kinktober I'll post something out of my comfort zone

I sit at my dresser, brushing my hair and humming to myself. The cool breeze filtered through my open window, carrying the sounds of the wolves howling and yapping, the sounds of people talking, and children playing. It was always calm and simple here in the North. Except when it wasn't. My door opened and I turned already knowing full well who it was. There stood Theon Greyjoy, the smug bastard thought he was the god's gift to Westeros the second he lost his virginity. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms with that pretentious smirk. “What do you want, Greyjoy?” I demand.

“Oh don't be like that Stark, I thought I'd come check on you, seeing as how you have no one to keep you company.” I scoff at him.

“I'm perfectly content to be by myself. Thank you for gracing me with your presence but you can leave now.” He chuckles as if me telling him to leave was the funniest thing in the world and slowly walks over to my chair, standing behind it and staring at my reflection in the mirror. The look in his eyes just screamed that he was undressing me with his eyes.

“Now is that anyway to talk to me sweet girl? I come to keep you company and you dismiss me like I'm some unwanted beggar. I'd be hurt, if I didn't know you secretly enjoyed the attention.” I put my hairbrush down and hiss, looking at his eyes in the mirror.

“I don't have any patience for your games today, Greyjoy.” He raises an eyebrow, a mock look of surprise on his face. He takes another step closer,his chest now brushing against my back as he towers over me.

“Oh, but I thought you loved my games, Stark? They seem to rile you up so much, make you all... flustered.” He leans down, his breath hot on my neck as he murmurs into my ear.

“They piss me off is what they do!” I bark, standing up quickly and backing away from the chair. He chuckles seemingly amused by my anger. He takes a step forward, and smirks.

“You know what else it does? It excites you. That look in your eyes, that flush in your cheeks…it betrays you Stark. Tells me all I need to know.” As I take a step back he takes two steps forward.

“You're trying to flatter yourself Greyjoy.” I hiss. “Oh I don't need to flatter myself, I know the effect I have on women and you are no different.” He coos, slowly reaching forward and tucking some stray hair behind my ear. “You can act all tough and dismissive all you want but deep down you like it don't you?”

“In your dreams.” I hiss. He pulls the strand of hair forward and toys with it. I didn't like his cocky attitude, the way he pranced around like he was the king of westeros and every woman has to bow to him...but I had heard rumors about all the greyjoy men and tried to ignore my curiosity.

“Oh I've had plenty dreams involving you Stark. I think you're just playing hard to get because you're afraid of how I make you feel.”

“Everytime I see you I wanna wipe that smug look off your face.” His finger moved from my hair down my cheek. His knuckle barely grazing my face.

“Oh, I have no doubt you want to do more than wipe the smirk off my face, Stark. Why do you think I keep coming to bother you like this? I enjoy seeing you all riled up and flustered...it makes me want to see what else I can do to you.” He's purring into my ear now and I stand stiff legged, as if one move could set him off.

“Fuck you.” He leans back ever so slightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he takes in my rigid stance. He reaches out, slowly running his hand up my arms, his touch gentle yet possessive.

“Mmm...is that an invitation, Stark? Because I'll happily accept. But I have a feeling you're all bark and no bite, Sweet girl…” I take my hand and slap him across the face, a gentle smack. Gods be damned. I hated him and yet couldn't bring myself to fully slap him across the face? He touches his cheek and slowly looks back at me with a smirk. “Feisty, I didn't expect that but, you'll have to try harder than that sweet girl.” I hit you again a bit harder this time, shoving you into the wall. He chuckles as he stumbles backwards. “Haha, I like this feisty side of you, it's very tempting.” He says before lunging forward and catching my wrist to pull me against him. I could now feel the result of his teasing as my pussy clenched around nothing. I keep my glare in place as I speak.

“Call me a bitch.” I demand.

“Thought you didn't like my games? Fine if you insist, you are a stubborn little bitch.” I shove his hand away, forcing him to release my wrist and promptly and violently grab his face and pulling him in for a kiss. His hands flew to my hips as he turned us around so that I was against the wall. His kisses were so deep and sloppy it was as if he was trying to satiate a hunger that he had developed over a course of a decade. In a way I suppose he had. I bit his lip roughly to get his attention. He gasps and when he pulls away I see a thin trickle of blood running down his chin. “Careful, or I might just throw caution to the wind and take you right here and now.” *I shove him backwards until he falls onto the bed.

“Well cmon then let's see how tiny that prick is then. You don't have the balls to take a real Noble woman to bed, all you can do is fuck whores.” I taunt. He immediately props himself up on his elbows, the intrigue obvious in his gaze.

“Mm such a dirty mouth for an honorable little lady. You're wrong, I can make you feel things you've never felt before.” I roll my eyes.

“I've heard that a million times. You're probably nothing special. That's the problem with boys paying for whores, you don't just pay for sex you pay for them to tell you all these pretty words that mean nothing.” I growl, “I bet you were the best fuck they've ever had right? Wrong.”

“Oh you're so desperate…you're practically begging for me to prove you wrong. You want me to make you shut that pretty little mouth of yours huh?” He teases, grabbing my wrist. Again I felt my pussy clench on nothing. I was now standing between his legs with his snarky smile pointed up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. I shoved him back to lay down and fumbled with his belt.

“Do you ever shut up Greyjoy?”

“Only when my mouth is otherwise occupied dear.” I stop trying to unbuckle his belt and look at him with a wicked smirk. “What's that look for? I thought you were itching for me to shut up.” I ignore him, crawling onto the bed.

“I'm going to occupy your mouth.” I answer.

“Is that so sweet girl? Well then I'm all yours to occupy.” He tries to pull me onto his lap but I smack his hands away.

“You needy bastard.” He smirks at me and puts his hands behind his head.

“Needy? I'm not the one desperately grinding against you now am I?” Shit. I hadn't even realized I had been moving until you pointed it out.

“Shut the fuck up Greyjoy.” He moves his hands toward me again to hold my hips.

“You're extremely bossy ya know. You really should learn to be a good girl and do as you're told.” That was the final straw as he moved to hold my thighs I climbed off his lap, yanking off my panties as I stand. His eyes widen as I hike up my dress and straddle his face, his tongue immediately darts out to taste me, moaning against me. I was embarrassingly wet but now he couldn't say a word. I gently start to move with a low moan.

“Gods you're so much better when you can't talk.” I purr. He moans into me, lapping viciously at my clit, eager to prove that he is everything the rumors say he is. His hands hold a bruising grip on my thighs. I bite my lip and moan, as I look down at him. “Do you care if I get rough with you? Huh? Oh that's right you can't answer that.” I taunt. He groans angrily and I feel him nip at my inner folds. I yelp and press myself harder into him, fucking his face. “Fuck you. Bad boy. Bad fucking boy.” I scold. He nips again, harder this time and Moans into my pussy. It fucking hurt so I raise up and grab his hair roughly. “What the fuck is wrong with you Greyjoy!?” I demand.

“Nothings wrong with me dear, I was just trying to see how far I could push you and it looks like I got the desired reaction.” He said with a smirk. That smirk that fucking smirk.

“If you wanna fucking piss me off like that you might as well get the fuck out of my room because you're not fucking funny!” I yell. He simply raises his eyebrows and chuckles, gently reaching to grab my thighs again.

“Don't get your panties in a twist sweet girl, you're cute when you're angry.” I glare at him and smack him again before chuckling.

“What panties?”

“Good point.” He sighs and gently strokes my thigh “you like this don't you? Being in control, having me at your mercy?” I chuckle in response.

“You act like you've been submissive to me this whole time.” I say. He gently strokes my thighs with a smile.

“Oh I haven't been, Sweet girl. I find it amusing to let you think you're in charge. It's cute.” I roll my eyes and stand up, getting off of his lap.

“You know what Greyjoy I'm done with this.” He sits up quickly, his eyes wide in shock.

“Why? Why are you done all of a sudden you cant just leave me like this!” He says gesturing to his obvious hard on. I tsk at him and cross my arms with an exaggerated pout.

“Aw is the big lord of the Iron Islands gonna cry about it?” I tease. He scowls at me and stands up with a growl.

“No, I'm not going to cry about it. But you do owe me an explanation as to why you're suddenly done with me.” He hissed. I laugh and roll my eyes.

“You think you can just barge into my room and start acting like a cocky fucking asshole and I'm not going to stand for it!” I say angrily.

“You were enjoying yourself just a few minutes ago, don't act like you didn't enjoy anything that happened in this room. Also, I don't take orders from you.” I can feel my face heating up in anger.

“It was great until you decided to start being a brat just because I pissed you off.” He leans against the wall, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh is this what this is about? You don't like that I disobeyed you? Sounds to me like you can dish it out but you can't take it. Is that it dear?”

“You're being a fucking asshole you know that?” I snap. He simply chuckled, sighing and looking away.

“Is that all you know how to say?” He steps forward, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “You can't handle when something doesn't go your way, admit it, you're used to getting your way.” I scoff and hold my arms tighter to my chest. It was true, my twin brother Robb coddled me, Jon doted on me, and father especially never told me no. He can see the anger in my eyes, reading my non response as a reluctance to admit that he was right. He reached forward, stroking my cheek. “See you're just spoiled aren't you? Used to getting everything you want, no one's ever told you no have they pretty girl?” I don't know what to say, so I simply glare. “Come on now sweet girl, use that smart little mouth of yours. Deny I'm right. Tell me you're not used to getting everything handed to you.”

“I don't.” I try to sound firm but my voice is strained, hoarse from arousal.

“What was that? I didn't quite catch that sweet girl, you'll have to speak up.” He says, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I don't! I don't have everything handed to me.” I say, speaking up. He runs his fingers down my cheek and he lightly holds my neck, his thumb fumbling with my pulse point.

“Oh, my Sweet girl. You're lying and you know it. Come on now, just admit it. You're spoiled rotten. You're used to people giving in to your every whim.”

“Don't accuse me of lying!” I whine.

“Oh, but you are lying. You may not want to admit it, but you know it's the truth. You're a spoiled little Stark princess who's used to everyone giving in to her. Am I wrong, Sweet girl?” He takes his thumb and gently brushes my bottom lip. I take it in my mouth and suck, looking into your eyes. This takes him by surprise, and he groans. He pressed his thumb down, holding my tongue down as I keep sucking. “You little brat…” He let's me go a bit longer before pulling his thumb out of my mouth with a pop. “Look at you, so desperate and needy…”

“Why'd you stop me?” I whine. He grips my chin just a bit harder.

“Oh don't worry sweet girl I'm not done with you yet, I just want to hear you admit it. Admit that you're a spoiled little princess who's used to getting her way.”

“I'm a spoiled little bitch…please.” I whine. His grip on my chin tightened as he pressed me against the wall, causing me to gasp and whine.

“That's it sweet girl, just a bit more. Say you're a spoiled princess and I'll give you whatever you want, just say the words.”

“I'm a spoiled little bitch, I always get whatever I want because I pout and whine and act like a perfect little lady...but I'm a spoiled little whore.” He chuckles again, his hand moving from my chin to grip my throat, tilting my head back as he presses against me even harder, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in close.

“That's my good girl. Finally telling the truth. Admitting what I already knew. You think you can fool everyone with that sweet, innocent act, but I know better, don't I? I know what a little brat you really are.” I grabbed his face in my hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss, he moaned into it and weaved his fingers into my hair, tugging gently to give himself a better angle. I didn't want to admit how much this turned me on, how even though I hated him, even though he got under my skin…I needed this. Needed him. He deepens the kiss, his hand pulling my head back even further, his tongue delving even deeper into my mouth. He let out a low moan against my lips, his body pressing against me, his desire for me building with every second. I break the kiss, panting heavily, and his lips move to my neck, peppering kisses along my skin.

“Gods…yes.” I sigh. His hands roam my body, caressing and teasing as he explores my skin with his lips, his kisses becoming more frantic with each passing second. He finds a particular spot on my neck that makes me gasp, and latches onto it, nipping and sucking gently before soothing it with his tongue. “Hey! You can't leave marks!” I warn, shoving his face away from my neck.

“And why not sweetheart? Afraid of someone seeing your little secret?”

“If Robb sees he'll be demanding to know who did it!” He smirks at me, his eyes roaming over my face, taking in the way my cheeks flush and my breath comes out in labored pants.

“So what if he does? Let him demand all he wants. Let him know that I'm the one leaving these marks on you. Let him know you're mine.”

“No! I don't want anyone to know.” His lips trail down my neck again, peppering me with kisses.

“Why not? Afraid it'll ruin your little reputation sweet girl? Afraid everyone will know you're not so innocent after all?” He breaks away long enough to start unlacing my dress and I arch into him, desperate for some friction, his teasing making me impossibly more needy.

“I can't keep telling everyone I hate you if they know I've fucked you.” I hiss.

“Why tell everyone you hate me? You can't hide your desire for me forever.” As every bit of skin is revealed, he kisses and licks at it. The second my breasts are revealed he licks at my sensitive nipples.

“Because you get on my nerves and you treat women like shit.”

“I never said I was a saint, sweetheart. But that's not the only reason you hate me. You hate the way I make you feel. You hate that you can't resist me. You hate how much you want me.”

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me Greyjoy?” I demand. He pulls away and sighs.

“I'll give you what you want…on one condition.”

“What?”

“Call me Lord Greyjoy.” He says smugly. I was not ready to give up my pride like that, so I scoff.

“Fuck no.” he chuckles and grabs my hips, yanking me against him.

“Oh, Sweet girl. You're such a stubborn little thing. But you're going to give in, sooner or later. And when you do, you'll say it. You'll say it, and you'll mean it.” he bites down on my shoulder, his teeth marking my skin. His hands find the edge of my dress, pushing it off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing. I feel exposed, I was entirely naked and he was fully dressed. “What's the matter? Not used to being the only one naked?” I decide then to partially swallow my pride.

“Take off your clothes Lord Greyjoy.” He smirks as I give in to his demands and strips off his shirt, followed quickly by his breeches. Women talked about Theon's size all the time and I had always wondered if it was true. People talked about Theon's uncles as well so the whole family was apparently blessed by their ‘Drowned God’. I decided to keep my demeanor and hum. “No underwear? Really?”

“What? Has the princess never been with a man who doesn't wear small clothes?” I can only shake my head as I lie down on the bed. He follows closely behind, crawling up between my legs, stroking my thighs as he goes. “You're gorgeous, you know that?”

“What?” I ask breathlessly. Surely I hadn't heard him correctly. A genuine compliment from Theon Greyjoy of all men? He chuckles and continues to stroke my thighs.

“You heard me sweet girl. You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Any man would be a fool not to see it.” After every compliment he gave he kissed my stomach. Making me blush. Did I really hate him? This wasn't the same Theon Greyjoy that I loathed in the daylight, this was like the Theon I used to be friends with growing up. I had started hating him once he lost his virginity and grew cocky and arrogant but this was different. Even as he makes his way up my body his kisses were soft, meaningful. Then suddenly he was there, his face inches from mine and I try to speak but the words won't come out so I press my lips to his. He kisses back passionately and only pulls away for a moment. “You're so perfect.” If it were possible I could've came right then and there. I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, his girthy cock, prodding at my soaked hole.

“Please…tell me you mean it, tell me it's not just sex talk.” He looks at me with a soft expression and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“It's not just sex talk, you are perfect. I mean that.” As he says that, he Pushes forward, sheathing himself as far in as he could get and I gasp, wincing. I felt stretched, I had been with other men before but all of them were average sized, none as long or as girthy as Theon. He realizes my discomfort. “Are you ok? I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“I just need to get adjusted.” I assure him with a whine.

“Ok…I'll go slow, no rush just relax and let me take care of you.” He moves, gentle and slow thrusts making sure to get the angle right as he places a hand under my back, forcing me to arch. He immediately finds the sweet spot and I throw my head back.

“Theon…yes gods there…” He leans down to kiss my neck gently, burying his face in my hair.

“You're doing good, you're doing so good.” He praises. I respond with my own praises.

“You feel so good, fucking me so good. Hitting all the right spots.” I coo. He speeds up a bit, realizing that I was adjusted to his size, falling into a smooth rhythm. He pulls me into a deeper arch, looking me in the eyes.

“You like that sweetheart? Like how it feels?” I nod frantically.

“Uhuh…feels so good Theon.”

“You feel good…so good. I want to hear you say my name…scream my name.” He pants. I reach up, grabbing his arm.

“Faster…go faster.” I beg, his hips stutter almost as if he didn't believe what he heard.

“Faster? You want it harder too sweetheart?”

“Uhuh…please Lord Greyjoy!” I cry, playing into his need to hear his title. He grips my hip with that hand not poised on the small of my back as he speeds up, slamming into me. I could tell he was barely holding back from letting his mind go blank and pounding savagely into my soaked cunt.

“You like that sweetheart? You like it when I give you what you want?” his hips slammed into mine bruisingly. I grip his arms, my nails digging in.

“Please Theon…more…I can take it.” He groans at the sound of my pleading and finally let's go, absolutely slamming into me, the lewd squelching noises of my wet pussy being one of the many sounds that filled the room. My hip would surely be bruised in the morning with how tightly he was gripping it. He didn't care, and at this point neither did I. I let a scream tear from my throat. “Theon! Oh yes oh gods yes!”

“Good girl, taking me so nicely…” He purred. “Gods if you could see what I'm seeing right now. You're dripping out onto my cock princess.” I bite my lip and groan just thinking of the sight of my stretched pussy taking his cock, with it covered in thick white cum. I could feel the pressure building in my belly and I knew I was close. I bit my lip and whined.

“Theon…I'm close.” I warned.

“You're close? You gonna come for me?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes, Theon…Theon please. Tell me I can.” I beg. He smirks and leans forward to kiss my neck.

“Come for me sweetheart. Come for me.” He commands. He growls as my pussy clenches around his cock. “Fuck…princess I'm gonna come too.” He warns. I'm too busy screaming his name to worry about the repercussions as my back arches off the bed and I wildly thrust my hips up to meet his thrusts. I shivered and sobbed as the orgasm came crashing down over me, my pussy desperately clenching and milking Theon for every drop he had. I couldn't make myself care that he had spilled his seed inside of me all I cared about was that it was the best orgasm of my life. He rolls off and looks at me with a tired but self satisfied look on his face.

“That was…I um…” I search for the words but he cuts me off.

“Great wasn't it?” I look at him and smile, rolling onto my side as he pulls me to his chest.

“It was the best orgasm I've had in my life.” I admit. He chuckles and strokes my back.

“I guess I'm just that good aren't I?” He teases, I pull back just enough to hit him on the chest.

“I hate you Theon Greyjoy.” He simply smiles, tugging me back into his chest and placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“No you don't. You love me, you always have. Even when you were pretending you didn't.” I didn't say a word. I didn't have to. I simply buried my head into his chest to cuddle and he held me tighter against him with a sigh. I guess he was right all along. I loved him.

My favorite scientific articles are the ones responding to other scientific articles that are basically "you're not only wrong, you're stupid and here's why"

Then the first one fires back like "you clearly have no idea what you're talking about so let me spell it out for you"

And so on

Thinking about how Bsf2L and E2L are literally the same in the sense of, you know all my flaws, you've seen me at all my achievements and failures, seen me through it all and you still think I'm loveable, moreover choose to love me?

Hey everybody I'm new to tumbler and wanted to start writing.

My interest include: supernatural, stranger things, the originals, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, divergent, stranger things, House MD, The Boys, Gilmore girls, NCIS, Criminal Minds, SO MUCH MORE

Please don't be shy text me if you want me to write anything specific I'm working on a few things so hit me up ;)

Do I want a slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers?

Here are my favorite tropes!! Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic. Take it or leave it. Tried to leave the spicy ones out.

Who did this to you? (Top-tier)

Grumpy/sunshine (almost top-tier)

Enemies to Lovers (yes, yes, yes)

Forced proximity (getting a lil spicy)

Power imbalance (mm..)

Bully Romance (.. no comment)

Second chance (at the bottom for sure)

So this is also a character I made the same night I made Jubell.

They're not related, but it's amazing how me being annoyed allows me to create exactly what I was looking for.

So this is Nythan (pronounced exactly like Nathan), and he's a big emo boi!

He's one of characters in a new story I'm making and because I was able to draw this, I'll share a bit abiut him and the story.

This is connected to my worldbuilding post about a really weird planet I made. So, read that if you wanna know a bit more.

As for him, I can't say too much as it'll spoil his role in the story, but he's suppose to be very apprehensive towards everyone. I always love writing characters like this because I get to be an annoying asshole on purpose.

I actually wasn't sure I was gonna be able to draw his hair how I wanted because I'm learning how to draw afro styles and I'm not the best at many of them or any at all. This came out perfect though and I'm extremely happy that I got the look for him I wanted!

Also, I actually based him off of the protag from Persona 3, Makoto(?) (I recently played Persona 5 Royal and pretty much fell in love with his design in the challenge battles).

He's also suppose to be very edgy like Shadow the Hedgehog because I have yet to write a character like that.

Once I have more of the story done, I'll share some more!

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Daughter of the Sea - Masterlist

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Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

I have a new respect for writers who write slowburn. LIKE GUYS??? It's so hard.

Daughter of the Sea

Part II

Masterlist

Rhinestones

Luke Castellan x f!reader

Summary: The aftermath of beating Luke comes with consequences.

Work Count: 1.8k

TW: Violence, blood, weapons, mean Luke, broken bones

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“WHO IN OLYMPUS PUT PINK RHINESTONES ON MY DAGGERS?” You yell in anger.

After your victory in Capture the Flag, everyone in camp had a newfound sense of respect for you and your abilities. And to your delight, they contented your skill with that of the infamous Luke Castellan. Unsurprisingly, the one and only Golden Boy wasn’t too happy about this and had been on a mission to make your life a living hell since that day.

But this was too far.

The knives, your prized possessions were covered in pastel pink shimmery rhinestones, and it was most likely Luke's fault.

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You marched up to Chris taking a fistful of this orange camp shirt, “Where. is. Castellan.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

You felt Chris’ body tense, he was all too familiar with your aggressive tendencies.

“I-…I don’t know.” He replied eyes fleeting away from your gaze.

You didn’t buy his answer for a minute.

Shoving him a little more this time, you spoke, “Don’t lie to me Chris. I know you know where he is.”

He was trembling my now, that much was evident. You supposed that after throwing a knife near his head in Capture the Flag, Chris was most likely terrified of you.

You don’t know what you would’ve done to Chris if he didn’t tell you. Probably nothing pretty. So for the fearful boy in your grasp, it was lucky that you caught a glimpse of dark curls rounding the corner.

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“Castellan!” You yelled from across the dining area. Luke’s eyes found yours and based on the smirk adorning his features you confirmed the culprit.

Now it was time to apprehend him.

You took off sprinting in his direction, rhinestone knife raised in your right hand.

“You’re gonna suffer for this!” You scream, chest heaving from running.

You saw alarm pass over Luke’s eyes. Good. He should be afraid.

As you began to close in on him, he took off running in the opposite direction. What a cowered. You refused to back down, forcing your legs forward as you tried to regulate your breathing.

By now you had arrived at the woods, but it appeared that Luke had no intention of stopping anytime soon. So you chased after him.

The trees made it difficult to keep up with the Hermes boy, but you pushed on despite this. After running for what felt like hours you finally spotted Luke sitting on a large rock, one leg bent as he rested his elbow on his knee.

“You made it, Chaos. Thought I might have lost you back there.” He said.

You rolled your eyes, desiring nothing more than to rip his head from his body.

“You are so dead, Castellan.” You seethed.

He nodded, patronizing you as a smug expression clung to his features. “I see you found my present.”

“Present?” You spat, “You vandalized my daggers!”

Luke leaned back from his perched position. He was calm and collected and this made you all the more frustrated.

“Did I? Or did I just bedazzle them for you?”

You chuckled angrily, “Bedazzle? Castellan you covered my knives in pink rhinestones and the only excesses you have for you actions is that you “bedazzled” them.” You look to the sky as you throw up your hands. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh come on, Chaos, loosen up. You must have known that I had a motive.” He spoke, eyes darkening ever so slightly.

“I don’t know why I’m even hearing you out right now when I should be inflicting you with a painful death.”

Luke chuckled, clearly humoured, “Like you could, even if you tried.”

“Don’t underestimate me, Castellan. You do remember what happened last time, don’t you?” You spoke, every word coated in venom, “Or do I need to jog your memory?”

Luke raised his hands in front of him with faux surrender.

You scoffed.

“Now is there a reason you brought me here or should I resume what I had planned for you?” You said.

Luke quirked a brow, “I didn’t force you to follow me, Chaos. That’s on you.”

You didn’t reply. Opting to glare at him with hatred.

Luke appeared amused at your anger. He pushed his body off the rock and stalked up to you. His dark eyes captured your gaze as he stood before you. The Hermes boy towered over you, and you had to tilt your head up to see his face.

You didn’t realize how hard you were clenching your fists until you felt the familiar trickle of crimson blood staining your palms. Four crescent wounds adored your palms on each hand.

Luke noticed the small amount of blood seeping from your clenched fists. “You must really hate me.” He said, a smirk remaining on his face, “The feeling is mutual.”

You turn from him to take a deep breath, “I didn’t come here to discuss the obvious, Castellan.” You state. “In fact, I didn’t come here to talk at all.”

That moment you broke. Your walls of restraint crumbled, unleashing all your anger.

You punched Luke. You punched him hard, and you liked it. You were a volcano, rage erupting and flames lapping up anything in its path.

Luke stumbled back at the impact. He recovered quickly, standing tall as he spat blood from his mouth onto the ground. He loved this. Luke loved your rage, and he had no clue why. There was just something about the way your eyes darkened and the way you carried yourself that had Luke drinking in your anger. So instead of recoiling from your touch, he edged you on even more. “Come on, Chaos. That’s all you got? You're Pathetic.”

He obtained the reaction he was looking for. You lunged at him, and the force of your clenched fist came with you. You swung at his face again, but this time he caught your hand.

“Nuh uh, Chaos. Don’t ruin this pretty little face of mine, how else am I supposed to look at you?”

A growl of frustration rose from the back of your throat. Was this idiot seriously flirting with you right now? It seemed like with every passing second you had a stronger desire to permanently remove that perfect smirk adorning his lips. Hands finding his chest you pushed him down with all your power, tackling him to the ground.

Luke groaned as you set yourself over him, mimicking the same position from Capture the Flag. You reached for his arms to restrain him, but he constantly evaded your reach. You continued to go for his arms the height of his limbs forcing you to surge forward. When you finally reached his arms you relaxed, shifting back. Why wasn’t he fighting back?

Luke’s eyes captured yours as something new passed through them.

“If you wanted me on top of you, you should’ve just asked.” You prodded, but he seemed to snap at your words.

Luke pushed you down, snagging his limbs out of your grasp. He gripped your wrist and pulled you to the side, but it was to no avail. Your thighs were gripping his body, fighting to remain. You climbed over his chest, pushing your elbow down to his throat.

“Have I joged your memory yet, Castellan?”

He only groans in response as you move back.

Luke’s eyes are screwed shut, an unreadable expression falling over his face. “Stop moving.” He spoke breathlessly.

Your eyes widen

“What?”

He inhales sharply, “You heard me, Chaos. Stop moving.”

You freeze in place as Luke shoves you off of himself.

Your shock only increases as he stands, pulling you into his grip.

His eyes sweep over you, hair in disarray, shirt stained with dirt from the ground.

“Finally,” He breathes, “You listened.”

His words snap you out of your shock, as you go in for another blow. Luke anticipated this though. He caught your fist and twisted your arm around your back. A whine escaped your lips at the sudden pain.

“You’re always so dam (pun intended) stubborn. Always so hot-headed, it’s incredibly frustrating.” He spoke, pulling on your arm with more force.

“Luke,” You cry out. Silently begging for him to release you, even though you both knew you’d never voice your true meaning. Begging him to let you go would be admitting defeat, and you would never allow that.

“You want me to let go huh? Well, we both know the last time we fought you dislocated my shoulder. I couldn’t use it for days, probably drank more ambrosia than is even possible.”

Your body desperately fights against his, in an aim to free your arm. You try to escape his grasp, but his arms are wrapped securely around you. You involuntarily cry out again as Luke tugs your arm harder.

“Luke,” You whine more desperately this time.

He only allowed another one of his signature smirks to dress his face.

“Stop fighting me Chaos. I am the only victor of this camp. There’s no room for the both of us.” He said, voice hard and cold.

Luke shoved you to the ground pushing you down, but you do your best to resist, fighting against his grip.

“Do you want me to break this little arm of yours?” He asks, anger coating his tone.

You shake your head. The pain made your eyes water, as you spent all your energy holding them in. You didn’t understand why people liked the boy in front of you. He was a monster. Sure he was nice to the newbies, and he adored Annabeth, but to you, he was worse than the Typhon, who rendered all the gods almost entirely powerless. Maybe Luke had a nice side, but you were much more accustomed with the one before you.

“You’re quiet now, aren’t you? Never thought I’d see the day when Chaos, herself has nothing to say.”

You have always hated Luke Castellan. But in this moment you despise him with your entire being. He was humiliating you. He was taking away your glory. Piece by piece Luke was tearing it from you, and you were doing all you could to hold on to it.

During your fight with Luke, you had approached a riverbank. Your father could help you thought. Dad, I need you. You called for your father god of the seas, yet as Luke forced you to the ground you knew that no help would come from Poseidon. Either he didn’t hear or he didn’t want care, either way, you are solely left to defend yourself. And as glory fades, embedding itself into Luke, you are desperate to take action.

As Luke pushed your body down harder you reasoned that you needed to act immediately. So without another thought you rolled to your side, slamming your body weight down on your arm in Luke’s hold. An intense crack was heard and instantly Luke tore his hands from you. You screamed in anguish as you fought the water forming in your eyes.

A long pause of silence filled the air between you and the Hermes boy.

“Chaos…” He spoke quietly. Something that almost sounded like worry filled his voice.

You didn’t care what Luke had to say. All that you could think of was peeling every ounce of his glory and bestowing it upon yourself. You wanted respect. You demanded it. You took a deep breath, standing upright. A dark chuckle fell from your lips, “You were right about one thing, Castellan. There’s no room for the both of us.”

Luke doesn’t make an effort to speak. He just stood there in shock. You were glad, though as you studied him, it appeared that hundreds of emotions passed his eyes, anger, confusion, hatred, but most of all concern.

You took another deep breath to hold in your suffering, but the sheer intensity of the pain was too much. As you opened your mouth, desperate for air to fill your lungs, you were met with nothing. You couldn’t feel anything besides the riveting pain travelling down your entire body. Your mind became fuzzy and your body was dizzy. Before you could even react, you were falling. Down, down, down. Your body went numb, and you were sure that you would’ve hit the ground with a concussion, if Luke hadn’t lunged forward, slipping his arms around you, and catching your fall.

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A/n I had this all ready to publish, and then half of it like deleted itself...so if the second half of this part sucks, its cause I had to rewrite it in my anger.

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