Daniella

Cardan hadn’t wanted kids, his own childhood made him fear what would happen. He was scared he wouldn’t know how to be a father or care for a child because he had no role model growing up. The Living Council didn’t seem to care about that though and insisted he produce at least one, preferably two or more, heirs. He felt lucky every single day you were his wife and you would be the mother of his children, though. He felt like maybe, just maybe, he could do this with you.

He was nervous throughout your entire pregnancy about failing as a father, but his fears instantly melted away when your son was born. He was a carbon copy of Cardan, as if your genes didn’t even fight at all. Almost instinctively what he was supposed to do just came to him. There was of course stuff he had to learn, but the basics felt natural. It made him hate the way he was raised so much more. He knew the second he heard his son’s first cries that he would do anything to hear him laugh.

You both had so much to learn, parenting wasn’t easy when you didn’t just hand your child off to someone else, but you both found loving your son to be the easiest thing you have ever done. You were both incredibly protective and neither of you were fans of raising him ‘traditionally’. That was code for the council thinking you two coddled him too much. Cardan couldn’t possibly care any less what they thought. Maybe he did coddle his son, but he didn’t care, not one bit. He’d rather raise a child who continued to need him than one forced to learn to survive without him. Your son was learning to walk now and constantly wanted to be held when he got too tired and Cardan would never say no. Cardan stopped whole meetings to appease his son. The second his bottom lip quivered and he stuck his arms up, Cardan would stop what he was doing to scoop him up if you hadn’t beat him to it.

“He’s a baby!” Cardan would say angrily when he was scolded by the council for not letting him just cry it out.

No High King, and rarely mothers of princes or princesses, took such hands on roles with their children. Neither of you cared if you were going against tradition, too over protective, or coddled him too much. You would teach him right and wrong and how to be self sufficient and humble, but you wouldn’t teach him not to cry or ask for help. You weren’t trying to raise a king or soldier, you were trying to raise a baby who might one day become a man who happens to be a king or soldier.

There was another revel tonight and dinner had only just finished. Your son played at the foot of your throne with a human toy dump truck he had filled with pebbles and Cardan was busy speaking to a few guests. You watched your son carefully and gasped when he stood to get more pebbles from where he had previously dumped them and stepped on his own tail and toppled over, tiny hands and knees smacking the ground. He was clearly not hurt, but his face instantly went red, pacifier from the human world falling from his mouth as his first cry came out silent. You immediately jumped up knowing he would be crying loudly in a few seconds, but one of the ladies in court got to him first. She roughly placed him back on his feet and rolled her eyes at you. High Queen or not, some still didn’t get past the fact that you were human and treated you poorly, especially because of how ‘human’ you were raising the only current heir to the throne, as if you weren’t a human on the throne.

“If you don’t let him learn the hard way, how will he ever be a good king?”

“I’m not raising a king or a soldier, I’m raising a baby. He will have eternity to learn, because unless you think something will happen to Cardan and I, which I might take as a threat, he has a long time. Unhand my son.”

“M—ma—mama!” He wailed reaching out to you desperately. His tail snapped behind him like Cardan’s did when he was in distress and his tiny fingers grabbed at the air. His nose was already running and tears were streaming down his face.

“You have five seconds to let go of my baby before you lose your fucking arm,” you snapped. She instantly let go at the sight of guards closing in at the commotion and your face immediately softened to a wide smile as you crouched down, not caring how graceful or queen-like you looked squatting to pick up your child in a gown that wasn’t the most practical. Typically, Cardan would gladly carry your son around for the night to give you chances to wear your favorite impractical gowns, but he was across the room. “Come here sweetheart, you’re okay, we all fall down sometimes,” you said, holding your arms wide open. He was still learning to walk and hadn’t quite mastered running, so he awkwardly toddled very quickly into your arms. He wiped his nose and eyes on your dress, but you didn’t care. You scooped him up with one last glare at the woman before turning sharply to carry him back to your throne.

By now, Cardan was already pushing through the crowd at the sound of your anger and your son’s crying. You unceremoniously curled up on your throne nestling close to your son who was hiccuping now.

“It’s okay, see?” You said, showing him his hands that weren’t at all scraped up. You kissed his palms anyway, “All better!”

“What happened?” Cardan asked, finally approaching your throne where you sat curled up with your son on your lap.

“He fell, he’s okay, it just scared him. He stepped on his tail and it startled him to fall, but that woman was rough with him and said he won’t learn to be a king. I told her she’d lose the arm if she didn’t let go of my baby.” You said before turning your attention back to your son, “Isn’t that right? All better? Show Dada your hands!”

He proudly showed Cardan his hands with a grin that showed off his sharp baby teeth, “Dada!”

Cardan’s heart practically melted on the spot. Had it been him as a child, no one would have even noticed he had fallen, and if they did, they wouldn’t care. He was relieved to see his son happily curled up with his wife. He was relieved that the pain of being a child no one cared about ended with him. He turned to where the guards were escorting the woman out, “Never let that woman back into the palace. No one withholds my son, the Prince of Elfhame and heir to the throne, from my wife, the High Queen of Elfhame. She will be obeyed because she is the High Queen, and she will be obeyed because he is her son.”

“My king, isn’t that a little harsh?” A man in court asked, “He is your heir, what do you think? We know what your wife thinks.”

“I could be a lot harsher, you forget who I was before I was the High King,” Cardan snapped, “He’s our heir because like so many of you seem to forget, we are both rulers of Elfhame, my wife is your Queen. My wife and I agree on how we raise our son, you don’t have to because he’s not your son. You will listen to me, but you will especially listen to my wife because she’s the one who carried him for nine months and went through hours of labor. Last time I checked, you aren’t his mother or a part of this marriage, so your opinion is irrelevant. If you want to have an opinion on raising a child, find a woman willing to spend an uneventful minute with you,” Cardan then turned to the quiet gathering around him trying to see what would happen next, “Many of you are old enough to remember me in court as a child, you saw how I was treated and didn’t see a problem, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand why I am going to such lengths to raise my son differently. I may be the High King now, but you are all too comfortable forgetting the prince I used to be and the series of events that made me that prince. Go back to your revelry and the next person to touch my son loses their arm as my wife, your High Queen, stated.”

The party slowly started back up and Cardan looked back to where you held your son and he was practically asleep. His eyes were drooping, but he was fighting to stay awake. You were rubbing his back in soothing circles while his tail twisted around your wrist. Cardan wasn’t really in the mood for more revelry and didn’t want to chance someone risking their arm to further upset his son.

“Do you want to go?” Cardan asked.

“We can stay,” you said.

Cardan wasn’t convinced, “I don’t want to stay either, we don’t need to stay.”

You sighed with relief and stood up. You readjusted your son’s sleepy body so his head rested on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your neck. You held him tightly against your chest and he wrapped his tail around your arm again. He yawned one more time before closing his eyes. Cardan had a possessive arm around you as he guided you through the crowd as if challenging someone to test the rest of his patience. You had been humming quietly the whole time, but Cardan only heard when you entered a quiet hallway. He watched as your son slept in your arms, drool dripping down onto your shoulder and his dark eyelashes against his pink cheeks. You were humming a human lullaby Cardan had originally thought was a Faerie lullaby because of the brutality of the subject. Now, every time he heard it, it reminded him no one ever sang to him and he had no way of knowing it was just how humans used to write songs. Cardan had snuck a few human fairytales though, so it didn’t surprise him too much because those weren’t pleasant either. This particular one was about a baby falling out of a tree and Cardan thought he might simply burn the tree down and find something horrible to do to the ashes if that happened to his son. Why the humans were putting babies in the trees, he didn’t know, it sounded truly Faerie to him. You had explained that it was simply a lullaby you picked up from your human parents.

“You’re alright?” Cardan finally asked, quietly.

“Of course I am, we both are,” you whispered back.

“Thank you,” Cardan said, his voice cracking more than he had hoped.

“For what?”

“Everything,” Cardan sighed, “For loving me, for loving our son. I didn’t think I was going to be allowed to be happy and I definitely didn’t think I’d get to be happy and have a family— a functioning family.” It was Cardan’s turn to have tears streaming down his face. He was glad you two had made it to the area restricted to your family— he loved that word now.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Cardan shook his head, but he spoke anyway, “I—I… he looks like me. When I look at him, he’s the most precious thing I have. His life means more to me than my own. I can’t put into words how much he means to me and I know my own parents looked into a face like this and didn’t feel nothing, they felt hate and disappointment. I would give anything for him, I’d gladly put a dagger through my heart if I had to die for him to live.” Cardan seemed to have more to say, but he stopped there and your heart ached.

“Is there anything he could do to change how you feel? Anything?”

“No, nothing,” Cardan said instantly, “I would still love him if he was the one to put the dagger in my heart.”

“Then you must know it was never your fault. It was never anything you did.”

Cardan didn’t reply, instead he followed you through the doors of your royal chambers. You sat down on the bed while Cardan excused himself to wash the running kohl off his cheeks. When he returned, you had fallen asleep fully dressed holding your son at the foot of your bed. Cardan took a deep breath. It might always hurt that his parents and siblings didn’t love him, but he had his own family now. He had a wife and son he loved more than life itself sleeping soundly on his bed. He smiled. While his son physically looked exactly like Cardan, it was clear he would grow up to be just like you. You both had fallen asleep in the same position, but your arm was over him protectively and his tail wrapped around it.

Cardan very gently began talking off your shoes and unlacing your dress. He got it most of the way off before you woke up and sleepily helped him get it off you. He replaced it with a shirt of his to sleep in and removed all your jewelry and hair pins before moving on to getting your son ready for bed. Cardan only got his shoes off before he woke up, but he was also exhausted and he didn’t put up much of a fight until Cardan brought out the sleep pants.

“No!” He exclaimed, it was ironically one of the few words he knew.

“Well, would you prefer pants with feathers? That probably wouldn’t be comfortable or practical, but I could see the decision making process there.”

He just looked at Cardan confused until Cardan retrieved his favorite onesie. It was getting too small. It had been made with a human pattern, but it was spidersilk with trucks stitched on. The tailor had been shocked to say the least at the request, but even more shocked when Cardan asked for one in every size that would work until at least five years old. It was close to the time to switch it out again because it was getting to be too snug. It didn’t take much to wrestle him into the pajamas and he smiled as his son reached for his tail with his own. Cardan had been the only one with a tail, so having a son with a tail was new territory. The first time his son did it was only hours after birth and Cardan just about melted on the spot. Cardan intertwined his tail with his son’s and carried him to bed. He had a bassinet close enough to the bed that you guys could reach him, and you were also in denial that he was outgrowing that too. He would soon need a proper bed and bedroom.

No/Few Warnings:

My Baby

Moderate Warnings (may be suggestive and/ or triggering):

None

NSFW (18+ content and/ or smut):

Your birthday wasn’t long after Percy’s and this summer you both turned 20, meaning you officially survived your teen years as demigods. This called for a celebration. You came to camp around the same time as Percy and he quickly became your best, and for a long time your only, friend. It wasn’t until recently that you two admitted you both had fallen for each other. You still couldn’t believe that Percy could practically have anyone he wanted, but he chose you. You two decided to have a special date on the beach to celebrate surviving.

This specific spot was gorgeous and completely deserted as far as you two could see. The sea breeze and crashing waves were all that interrupted your laughter. The one good thing about being best friends first was how easy you two had fun, but the downside was that you were more self conscious around him now that you knew he saw you as more than a friend. You knew Percy loved you, he had literally put himself between you and a sword before, but you were self conscious about your body. You knew he loved you, but was he attracted to you?

You wore your favorite bikini to the beach, but the second Percy discarded his shirt, you put it on. Currently, you two were sipping on glasses of wine watching the sun set. Percy looked like exactly what he was, a hero. His body was toned from years of battle and littered with the scars to prove it. He had a few tattoos to accompany the scars and they stood out against his tanned skin. You sat together on the blanket shoulder to shoulder and he held one strong arm around you as the other held his glass lazily.

Your body showed the evidence of scars and all that, but that was about all you were proud of. You didn’t have beautiful muscles like the girls you saw lifting weights every day to prepare for combat, but you also didn’t have the gorgeous curves of the girls who were talented in things like healing or strategy. Your flat chest had bothered you before, but you never thought to care around Percy until he became your boyfriend. The farthest you two had gone was heated make out sessions because you always stopped him when he got too close to taking your shirt off. Percy of course never complained or pushed you, but you were frustrated. You desperately wanted him, but you didn’t know how to explain why you wanted your shirt to stay on.

Percy’s free hand traced your ribs as he took the last swallow of his wine. You had already finished yours and he put the glasses aside.

“I can’t believe we’re both still alive.” Percy said.

“I know, right?”

“I wouldn’t be here without you.” Percy murmured, leaning his head to rest on yours.

“Without me?” You snorted, “Have you seen my swordsmanship?”

“Yeah, but you have thrown knives directly between the eyes of more monsters than I can count and that takes more skill than what I do. I wasn’t talking about battle though. I wouldn’t be here without you. I would’ve given up or gotten burnt out a long time ago without you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t blame you. You’ve been cleaning up messes from Olympus since you were a child. You deserve to make it to twenty and relax.”

“We both do, don’t we?” Percy said, pulling you closer, “Come here.”

You giggled slightly as Percy pulled you to straddle his lap. Your laugh was infectious and Percy, who had been trying to be sentimental, couldn’t help but laugh too. He held your face with both hands and pressed his forehead to yours as he tried to stop his laughter.

“We do.” You said kissing him.

“Gods, I love you.” Percy said before kissing you a little more passionately this time.

Percy’s hands rested on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Right as you two were getting to where you normally pulled apart, breathless and frustrated, Percy began slipping his fingers beneath the shirt of his you wore. Every single bit of you wanted to let him keep going, but all you could think about was the embarrassment you would feel when he took off the shirt.

“Percy.” You said awkwardly, pulling away from the kiss.

“I’m sorry,” Percy said, quickly dropping his hands to his sides and taking a deep breath, “I got carried away, I shouldn’t have—“

“Percy, it’s not that I don’t like it or don’t trust you it’s,” you said, realizing he felt like he was pushing you our of your comfort zone. You didn’t want him to believe you didn’t want it too, but now you had to explain yourself. “it’s… I—“

“No, I shouldn’t push you to do something you don’t want to do, no matter the reason. I know you trust me, you’ve put your life in my hands multiple times.”

“I do want to,” you said, desperately searching for words to express yourself without giving away exactly what it was you were worried about, “I just… don’t want to take my top off.”

Percy looked puzzled. That wasn’t the answer he had been expecting and he slightly raised a brow. “Then it stays on. You look hot in my shirt anyway,” Percy said, rubbing your arms soothingly, “but is it because of something I did or said, or is it just a boundary?”

You could continue dancing around the truth or lie to Percy, but you found yourself pouring out a confession that ended in tears. You told him how you were insecure about your bra size, how you knew he could have any girl he wanted, and how you weren’t sure if he was attracted to your body.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Percy said when you finished with a hiccup and wiped away the last remaining tears.

“Sorry? For what?”

“Being so unclear that you ever had a doubt in your mind. I thought if I immediately told you everything the moment I confessed my feelings it would make things weird between us or you would think it was weird that I thought about you like that before we made things official. I was your friend, I shouldn’t have been looking at you like that. I think you’re incredibly hot and your body is perfect.”

“No guy thinks that.” You murmured.

“I do. And while I wish I had you all to myself to admire, I know damn good and well other guys think the same thing, I’m just the one you got stuck with. I guarantee you there are plenty of guys who agree with me but won’t admit it because they know I’d throw their asses in the ocean.”

Your lips quirked into a smile, it was hard to be serious with Percy. “So you’re the one scaring off men, not my bra size?”

“Absolutely. I’m mostly an only child I don’t share.” Percy said, quickly maneuvering you to lay down on the blanket as he moved to straddle your hips and pin your wrists above your head, “You’re mine, finally. Do you realize how fucking hard it is to try and be your respectful friend when we mostly see each other in the summer when you wear those teeny tiny bikinis? You’re killing me.”

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t friends anymore, isn’t it?” You said, finally feeling more at ease about taking the shirt off.

Percy grinned, “While I think you look hot in my shirt, does that mean I get to take it off?”

You nodded and Percy began slowly pulling it over your head. You still wore a bikini beneath the shirt, but you still felt exposed. Before you could fold your arms over your chest Percy began trailing kisses and bites from your collarbone to whatever skin was left exposed by your bikini top. It was hard to remember to feel embarrassed when little moans escaped your lips. Percy just naturally had that effect on you. He had been there so long that it actually took more concentration to remind yourself to feel embarrassed and he was determined to make you forget you ever thought about being embarrassed around him. Percy had let go of your wrists and your hands instinctively went for his hair. It was summer and the salt water mixed with his lack of regular haircuts made for the most beautiful waves to tug on.

Your breath hitched when he kissed you over the bikini top. Five minutes ago you would have been reluctant to let him see you like this even, but now you desperately wished his mouth wasn’t blocked by the thin material. He stopped only to readjust from straddling you to nudging your legs apart to slot himself between them. His swimsuit was also thin and left very little to your imagination. He grinned and rolled his hips into yours slowly making sure you could feel how hard he was, not that he needed to, you knew.

He traced his fingers from your hips, up your sides, and finally beneath your bikini top. His fingers felt cold against your skin that grew increasingly more hot with every touch. He ran his thumbs over your nipples and you couldn’t help but arch your back slightly.

“Thats it pretty girl, you like that?” You didn’t respond and instead wrapped your legs around Percy’s waist. He grinned like he was more proud of achieving that reaction out of you than his win against Ares. That was saying a lot. Percy lost his memory and still wanted to fight Ares. He lightly tugged at the strings keeping your top on, just enough to tease, but not enough to pull it loose. “Can I take this off?” You quickly nodded but Percy shook his head in disapproval, “Words sweet girl.”

“Yes, fuck, please.”

Percy had your top gone so fast you were positive he had to have been daydreaming about this for a while. Your chest was bare now and while your body was starting to get lost in the pleasure and you were more convinced Percy was actually attracted to you, a little wave of insecurity washed over your face. Your expression only wavered for a few moments, but Percy saw it.

“My love,” Percy whispered, kissing your earlobe, “you have been my best friend for years and I’ve loved you as far more for most of those years. I would be attracted to you no matter what, but you vastly underestimate how beautiful I think you are. Do you find it hard to believe that some guys prefer brunettes over blondes or blondes over brunettes?” He had a point and you shook your head in response. “Well, I prefer you.”

Percy then turned his attention back to leaving kisses and bruises on every part of you. He paid special attention to each of your nipples with his teeth and tongue and had you gasping and arching your back again. He hummed in satisfaction before moving to give the other side the same attention. You subconsciously wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and he moaned against your chest.

The sun was going farther down and the waves crashed more violently against the rocks. You were far enough away from the water that the tides wouldn’t be a problem, but the sound of the waves combined with the golden light bouncing off his skin made it hard to believe the moment could get any better. You bucked your hips into his and softly moaned before biting your bottom lip. You were enjoying this far too much, at least in your opinion. Percy suddenly pulled away and you frowned.

“Don’t hide your pretty sounds, no one is here but me and I want to hear you.” Percy said, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Otherwise I may be inclined to believe you aren’t enjoying yourself. Are you enjoying yourself, sweet girl?”

Your cheeks grew warmer and you nodded, “Yes, fuck, you know I am.”

“What are you enjoying?” Percy asked. He trailed his fingers over your body where he stopped on your hips. He traced your hipbones and said, “this… or this?” He brought his hands back up and rolled your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and he smiled, “Hm?”

“This!” You exclaimed, knowing he’d probably stop if you didn’t answer.

Percy sat back on his heels and pulled you up with him to straddle his lap. He pulled you against him so your chests pressed together and he put a hand in your hair to tilt your head back to look at him. “I thought so. I know you don’t see what I see, but I won’t stop until you do and you love what you see as much as I do. You’re fucking perfect the way you are and you’re mine. Do you see what you do to me?” Percy said, pressing your hips down so his bulge pressed against you even harder. You choked back a moan when he did it. His voice sounded low and husky and his sea colored eyes were dark with lust. “Do you want me to show you what I have been thinking about when you wear those tiny little tank tops?” You practically whined when you said yes. Percy turned you around so your back was against his chest and wrapped one arm around your stomach and the other over your chest. His mouth was next to your ear and he wasn’t shy about the low breathy moans that escaped his lips when your ass rubbed against his bulge. “You’re sure?”

You reassured him and he gently moved you to your knees before pressing your chest down against the blanket. Your back arched and your ass was in the air. He hadn’t even touched you where you needed him most yet and you were still desperate. You tried squeezing your thighs together but he kept them apart.

“Please, Percy!”

“Oh, don’t worry honey, you’ll get what you want,” Percy said rubbing his hands over your hips, lower back, and ass. “Do you know what you do to me? When you wear those tight jeans that show off your ass and I know that I can easily take you like this without hurting you?”

You couldn’t see him since he was behind you, but you could feel him. “Please, Percy!”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

“Tell me how hot you are.” You begrudgingly complied, but that didn’t satisfy him. “Tell me how only you were made for me.”

When he was satisfied with your breathless stammering, he slowly untied your bikini bottom and tossed it aside. He ran two fingers tentatively through your folds and groaned. You were already soaked to the point that your arousal was beginning to drip down your thighs with the bathing suit gone. His two fingers slipped effortlessly into your cunt and he pumped them in and out a few times. His fingers were much longer than yours and at this angle he reached spots that had you pressing your ass impossibly higher as your back arched more. Your chest pressed harder against the blanket and for once you were happy to have small breasts. This angle had you seeing stars with only his fingers and you knew it was only comfortable because of your small chest.

“Stop teasing!”

Percy laughed, but he removed his fingers and you heard rustling as he presumably removed his swim trunks. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his tip teasing your clit. You tried to angle your hips to get him to slip inside, but he held them still. He didn’t tease you very much though and soon he began pushing in inch by inch. You were soaked, but the stretch was still intense. He went slowly and mumbled praise as he went. When his hips finally met your ass, he stilled as he waited for your discomfort to change to pleasure.

When you allowed him to move, he started out slow and deep. He held your hips tightly and gave you slow but hard thrusts that made you feel like he was deep enough to find your soul somewhere in there. He gradually picked up the pace until the sounds alone made you blush. If the skin slapping and sound of your soaking wet cunt wasn’t enough, you were barely able to contain the noises coming from your mouth. You used to think that the noises some girls made during sex were over dramatic and fake, and some probably were, but you weren’t exaggerating in the slightest.

The head of Percy’s cock slammed into the most sensitive parts of you over and over again and when he reached between your bodies to rub your clit, you knew you were done for.

“Percy! I—I’m close!”

“Good girl, let go. Cum on my cock.”

The building pressure in your lower belly finally snapped and you came crying out his name. Percy only pulled out long enough to flip you onto your back and push his cock back into your overstimulated cunt. You were crying from pleasure and over stimulation as he fucked you like his life depended on it. Your nails dragged his back and finally landed in his hair. You had woken up sweating and frustrated after dreams about this very scenario many times, but nothing could have prepared you for how his cock stretched you out and prodded every sensitive part of you.

You gave him no warning when you finished the second time, but the way your cunt spasmed around his cock sent him over the edge. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he pulled out and thick ropes of cum coated your chest. Percy collapsed next to you and threw one protective arm over you as he regained control of his heart rate and breathing.

He really should have been more ashamed than he was, but at the end of the day the gentleman demon was still a demon. The old Darlington would’ve snapped the small notebook shut and returned it the second he realized he wasn’t meant to read it, but this Darlington couldn’t help it.

You had been in love with Darlington for a while. You were a member of one of the societies and knew him better than most outside of Lethe did, you just never had the guts to tell him. Even if you did, you weren’t sure how to go about flirting with someone like him. You took his disappearance hard because you didn’t buy that he was in Spain. When you found out what really happened, you were devastated. You didn’t really know how else to sort through your thoughts and emotions, so you wrote them down. You took out a blank notebook and wrote letters to Darlington you never intended to send him. Part of you even worried you wouldn’t be able to send him anything even if you had wanted to.

You had been helping Alex and Dawes because their map brought them to you. Somewhat like Dawes, you had killed in self defense before and it made you a candidate to bring help back Darlington. It was a good thing too. When the box Alex brought broke, you managed to use a book you had on you in a last ditch effort to save him. It was a pretentious novel he barely had an attachment to, but it worked. You had threatened him when he tried to stay behind and save everyone and that seemed to startle him enough to work. All hell broke loose— literally, after that though. Between the creatures that hitched a ride out with you guys and the drama that came with it, you really didn’t think to keep track of the notebook. You were still processing the fact that Darlington was now bound to you since you were the one who technically brought him back. You had no idea what that was supposed to mean… would he write your essays? That didn’t seem like Darlington, even as a demon, he was typically insistent on academic integrity.

You hadn’t even thought about the notebook when Darlington found it left out on a table. He picked it up thinking it was his from before hell and he simply forgot about it. He flipped it open and when he realized what it was and who it belonged to, somewhere in the back of his mind the old Darlington was telling him to shut it and return it immediately, but the demon was not easily convinced. The letters ranged from you not knowing how you felt, to romantic, all the way to things that had Darlington searching for you immediately with very little self control left. He knew where you were, he could sense it. You were staying at Il Bastone for the time being as you all cleaned things up. You slept on Alex’s floor on a makeshift bed, but right now you were in the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Darlington said, causing you to jump. You hadn’t heard him appear and you were shocked he was still awake. His skin was glowing and the horns pushed through his uncut hair. He was practically shaking as he tried to keep himself calm, “I need to ask you two questions.”

“Okay?” You said, hesitantly.

“You know what I am, and you know what I can do?”

“I was the one who threatened you and dragged your ass out of hell. Of course I know what you’re capable of. It doesn’t bother me if that’s what you’re asking. You and I both know there are worse things out there than demons who hold doors open for people and say excuse me.“

Darlington had a lot of retorts in mind but he decided he didn’t have the patience for a long conversation, so he held up the notebook and your smile immediately dropped.

“And do you still feel this way knowing that?” Darlington asked, giving the notebook a little wave.

“I—I didn’t mean for you to find that, I—“

“Do you still feel this way even though you know what I am now?” Darlington repeated, his composure quickly slipping.

“Yes.” You said, looking away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.

Since you looked away and he was quick, you barely realized what was happening when he tossed you over his shoulder. You gasped as he practically ran upstairs. Luckily for him, everyone was out of the house for the night. The Virgil bedroom was where he was headed and he had no intentions of asking you to be quiet, he surely didn’t plan on being quiet.

“If you don’t want this, we will stop,” Darlington said when you two finally reached his room, “we stop and I will find another way to satiate myself and I will serve you in some other way, but if you know what I am and still want me, I will not stop until you experience pleasure you didn’t even know existed. I will worship the very ground you walk on.”

You desperately wanted him and you found it slightly ironic that out of all the men you had been with, it was the demon who cared about your consent and pleasure. You put your hands on his shoulders and his breath hitched as he stared back into your eyes. “And love me?”

Darlington nodded and took your face in his hands, “I will love you now and until the end of time. If you’ll have me, you will forget a time where you ever felt anything but love.”

“Then have me.” You murmured.

Darlington practically growled as he walked you back to the armchair behind you. You wore a dress today, in all honesty, because you didn’t feel like going through the extra step of finding clean pants. You had put off doing laundry with the whole trip to hell thing, and you instantly knew that was the right choice. When you sat down, Darlington spread your legs so he could kneel between them and the skirt pooled at your waist. It gave Darlington a perfect view of the panties you hadn’t planned on anyone seeing and the growing wet mark. You would’ve been embarrassed, but the way he looked at you was so intense that you almost did a double take to see if you accidentally bought and wore some kind of expensive lingerie and simply forgot… sort of like how every time you went to an airport you panicked about possibly forgetting weapons you certainly didn’t own in your bag.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Darlington said, pressing his lips against your knees before slowly trailing kisses that were probably better classified as bites up your leg towards where you desperately wanted him.

“Please,” you whined, trying to bring your hips closer to his face, “Please just touch me.”

“With my fingers?” Darlington drawled, dragging his middle finger lazily up your clothed cunt, “Or do you prefer my mouth?” Darlington never broke eye contact as he licked the embarrassingly wet spot on your panties. You bucked your hips to gain more friction, but he held you down by your thighs. “You were so good with your words in those letters, use them now.”

“B—both?” You stammered, hesitant since both wasn’t an option he offered, “Use both.” You restated, this time a little more confident. It was no where near a command, but it at least sounded like you were more sure of yourself and Darlington’s eyes were overcome with lust.

“As you wish.”

Before you could protest practicality, Darlington ripped your panties off of you and tossed the ruined shreds to some forgotten corner of his room. Darlington only paused to pull the dress you wore over your head and he grinned when he saw that you wore no bra. He wanted to make you cum so hard you only remembered his name, and when you did, he wanted to see all of you falling apart. Your face had a thin sheen of sweat and your bottom lip was between your teeth. He had barely touched you. You stared at him desperately and if Darlington wasn’t a demon, he would think he was heaven, but if this wasn’t heaven and part of his damnation included being bound to you, he didn’t think he was missing much. With your legs spread as you sat on the chair in front of him, you looked like a queen atop a throne. Darlington sat on his heels, his clothes felt too tight, especially his pants and he wanted nothing more than to rip them off and fuck you senseless, but his other desires won. He wanted to savor you. You weren’t the type of craving that was quickly satiated, no, you were the type he wanted to take his time with. He had fed on the negative emotions of the dead in hell which was merely satisfying, but feeding on your pleasure and lust was making him feel drunk on your very existence. He didn’t want this feeling to end and he would drag it out as much as possible given his current level of control.

After what felt like forever, Darlington’s mouth was on your cunt. There was no teasing lick or gentle kiss, he went straight to alternating between sucking and lapping at your clit. He moaned at your sweet taste sending pulses up your spine. He mentally cursed his own propriety for keeping him from experiencing this much sooner. His cock strained painfully against his pants and he bucked his hips into nothing hoping at least the friction of the fabric would cause some relief. With your legs over his shoulders and thighs clamping around his face, he looked up at you with an expression that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His nose bumped your clit and his tongue was busy lapping up anything you’d give him, but his eyes were locked on you. He watched the way your mouth hung open and your back arched when he switched back to sucking your clit and slipping two fingers inside of you. He tried his best to burn the image of you into his mind. He added a third finger and you bit your lip so hard to prevent a high pitched moan that blood trickled down your chin.

Darlington didn’t stop curling his fingers into you, but he did bring his lips from your clit to your face. His face was covered in the evidence of your arousal as he licked the blood off your chin. When his tongue made it into your mouth you tasted yourself and the blood. You grabbed him by the horns and pulled his face closer to yours if it was even possible. Darlington actually whimpered when you did that and it made you clench even tighter around his fingers.

“Don’t stifle your pretty sounds, I want to hear my girl.” Darlington said, sinking his teeth into the sweet spot below your jaw on his descent back down to his knees, “Mine.”

When his mouth was on your clit again, you couldn’t help the scream even if you wanted to. Darlington was all tongue and teeth and his fingers were unrelenting.

“That’s it, let me hear you or I will assume I’m doing my job wrong.”

“F—fuck, s’good,” you stammered as your breathing got more labored, “doing so fucking good.”

Every fiber of his being that had been bound to you felt it when you said that, especially his cock. Darlington had always been looking for approval from anyone who would give it: his parents, professors, peers, but now? He lived and breathed for even a scrap of an approval from you. He grew more aware of the collar and cuffs binding him to you and any notion of dragging this out went out the door. With three fingers repeatedly curling into that spot deep inside of you that you could never reach and his tongue dutifully swirling around your clit, you came undone on his face. You dug your heels into his back and clamped your legs even tighter around his head as your hands flew out to desperately grab ahold of his horns.

Darlington waited until you rode out your orgasm before carrying you straight to his bed. “You’re sure?” He asked, voice shaking.

“You’re mine,” you said, pulling him closer by the gold collar around his neck, “now make me yours. I want to be yours.”

Darlington’s eyes were full of lust and you had never seen a man undress so fast. His cock was just as big as you remembered when you tried not to stare, but now you didn’t stop yourself. He smirked at you and hiked one of your legs up to his hip. He trailed kisses up your chest and neck as he teased your folds with his tip. You bucked your hips and whined when he brushed against your clit.

“Please, Darlington, just fuck me.”

With every ounce of restraint he had, he pushed in slowly inch by inch. You had no idea how he would fit and your back arched off the bed at the stretch. When he was fully inside of you, he whispered gently into your ear until you began to roll your hips into his.

“Let me serve you.” Darlington growled, steadying your hips.

At first, he only rolled his hips into yours with deep and slow thrusts as if he might break you. It felt good, but you were desperate and now wasn’t the time for slow romantic sex.

“I’m not a fragile doll, fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yeah?” Darlington asked as he pulled almost all of the way out before slamming his cock back in, “Anything for you.”

Darlington started up a brutal pace and your nails scratched into his back drawing blood before settling on his horns. You would have to ask later, but you assumed it gave the same effect tugging on his hair gave because he moaned every time you tugged his horns.

“Oh, fuck yes, Danny,” you moaned, “fucking me so well.”

Darlington didn’t nearly growl this time, he actually growled as he pulled out. You didn’t even have time to complain before he was flipping you over to lay on your stomach. He took a moment to position a pillow under your hips before sliding back in. Once he was in, he used one hand to prop himself up, but he still put most of his weight on you as he pressed his chest to your back. He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him as he thrusted hard and deep. He nudged your hair out of the way with his nose and sunk his teeth into your neck, surely leaving marks.

“You want to be mine?” Darlington asked. He sounded like he had swallowed rock salt and as much as he liked the idea of being yours, the demon in him also liked the idea of you being his. He’d take anything you gave him and be happy, but if you gave all of yourself to him, he couldn’t begin to explain that feeling.

“Yes, fuck, yes Danny.”

Darlington suddenly switched back to his brutal pace and he panted and groaned into your ear. If it wasn’t enough that you were fucking your friend turned demon, the noises you two made were sinful enough to damn you to hell too.

“Our souls are bound, Y/n, I’m yours and you will be mine.”

“I’m so close, Danny, please.”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

“Not without you.”

Darlington’s rhythm stuttered and he moaned, “Are you sure I—“

“I said make me yours, I’m on the pill.”

Darlington’s head fell to the crook of your neck and he wasn’t shy about his moans when you clenched around his cock. This angle made him almost too big for you, but he hit your most sensitive spots so hard you’d probably get bruising. When the building pressure finally burst, you dug your nails into the sheets and screamed out his name. He wildly fucked you through your orgasm the best he could before you felt him spilling inside of you. He gave a few more deep thrusts before pulling out and collapsing next to you on the bed.

Darlington only took moments to recover with his newfound stamina and though he was tempted to keep going all night, he decided it was best to stop. You were still waiting for your heartbeat to settle down and you looked over at him. You wanted to laugh because he was seemingly ready for another round and you certainly weren’t, but then your smile faltered. What if tonight was a one time thing?

“Did I hurt you?” Darlington asked, suddenly panicking.

“No, no,” you said quickly, “I— I…. Was this a one time thing?”

“Do you want it to be?” Darlington asked.

“I don’t want to use this bond to make you do something you don’t want.”

“I wanted you long before hell, I just have less manners about reading things that don’t belong to me.” Darlington said, taking your face in his hands, “I want you. All of you, but I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“You have all of me.”

“Then I will never let you go.” Darlington said pulling you closer.

No/Few Warnings:

Moderate Warnings (may be suggestive and/or triggering):

NSFW (18+ content and/or smut):

Leo had up and disappeared. Gone. Without a trace. Seemingly at least. Calypso was at camp and while everyone bit their tongue for Leo’s sake, no one necessarily liked her for Leo. Their relationship styles were very different because she was very distant and wanted her freedom, rightfully so after so long being a prisoner, but Leo was clingier than the sweater you shrunk in the wash whether he admitted it or not. You all also thought it was a little weird that she only looked like a teenager. Calypso was thousands of years old, looked about sixteen, and Leo had now turned eighteen. It was a whole mess. You, Piper, Hazel, and Annabeth all thought he’d be better off with someone who hadn’t spent thousands of years alive and in seclusion before he was ever even born, but you were a little biased. You had a crush on Leo (and you were his age), but had to watch him chase after Calypso who seemed barely interested in him. You wished they would break up, yes, but you wished it wasn’t like this and you felt bad for wishing that fate on him. You wondered if somehow the fates heard, took you seriously, and his heartbreak was your fault. Some part of you wasn’t sorry, but you still felt guilty for wanting this to happen even if you hadn’t wanted him to suffer.

Leo was last seen having a huge fight with Calypso before they both stormed off their separate ways. The break up had been awful and people decided to give Leo space. That was a week ago and no one had even the slightest idea of where he was. His closest friends all assumed he was in the bunker, but everyone had decided that if he wanted company he would simply ask for it. It had been a week though and you were getting worried because you knew what Leo’s brain did to him when left to his own devices too long. He would end up with a far worse broken heart because he somehow managed to blame himself for things out of his control. You decided you had given Leo enough space and it was time to check up on him.

“Leo!” You shouted as you entered Bunker 9.

He was nowhere to be seen and you were pretty sure he was hiding from you. You knew exactly how to draw him out though. You went straight for a work bench and threw a discarded button down of his over your t shirt and slid on a pair of goggles before bringing out a random power tool and turning it on.

“Guess I’ll have to fix this myself.” You sighed, loud enough you knew he could hear from wherever he had stowed himself away.

The second you began to actually look like you may use the tool, a loud crash interrupted you.

“You need gloves!” Yelled Leo, panic stricken and rolling out of where he had been hiding under a different work bench.

His face was splotchy and red, his eyes were swollen, and dark circles had formed under his eyes. His curls were smashed only on one side of his head indicating he had probably been lying down and crying for quite a while. In the split second you took to observe Leo, you cut your finger because you weren’t wearing gloves. You cursed and turned the tool off and Leo immediately took it from you.

“What are you even trying to fix?” Leo asked looking at a whole lot of nothing on the table in front of you.

“I was just trying to lure you out.” You admitted.

Leo sighed and began wrapping your finger with bandages from the closest first aid kit. “You have got to wear gloves. You don’t even need goggles or a second shirt for that tool. Is that mine by the way?”

“Yeah, sorry, I was just worried about you.” You said beginning to unbutton his shirt that you wore, “I wanted to be convincing enough to get you to come out.”

“You can keep it on.” Leo said, “The bunker is dirty, it will keep your shirt clean.”

You stopped unbuttoning it and decided you absolutely would keep it as long as he let you. You were still worried though, he wouldn’t make eye contact and he hadn’t addressed why he had been hiding.

“Leo,” you said putting your hand without a bandage on his shoulder. He clearly didn’t want to talk, so you wouldn’t. “My finger is fine, you can stop.”

Leo had been fidgeting and managed to make a tiny little splint for your finger out of scraps even though the cut was bandaged and definitely didn’t require a splint. Your finger was only mildly cut and would heal instantly with a visit to Will. You told him to stop in case he wanted to, but you would let him put your finger in a cast if it meant keeping his mind occupied, which he clearly needed right now.

“Do you want ice?” Leo asked.

You didn’t need or want ice, but you nodded anyway and let Leo take you to where he had a freezer filled mostly with popsicles and ice packs. He was treating you as if you just chopped the whole finger off or mangled it severely.

“Can we sit while I ice this?” You asked, seeing an opportunity.

Leo nodded and showed you to a couch that he had clearly been sleeping on judging by the pillow with a dent where his head probably hadn’t moved from in a long time and the blanket thrown over the side. Leo sat silently now that there was nothing logical left for him to do for your finger and you held the ice while you thought of something to say. Instead of saying anything, you leaned your head on Leo’s shoulder. As if that flipped a switch in him, he sighed heavily and rested his head against yours. You two sat in complete silence leaning on each other for quite a while before Leo finally cleared his throat to speak.

“I lose everyone I love or it’s never real. I lost my mom. Calypso left. My friendship with Jason was just planted by Hera.” Leo stopped talking after that even though he didn’t sound finished with his thought.

“Leo that isn’t true. Your original memories with Jason may have been fake, but it’s real now, just like your friendship with all of us. We all care about you, a lot.”

“But I’m never anyone’s first choice or priority,” Leo said, eyes beginning to glass over, “When I am, it never lasts or it’s never real. All of my friends have friends they go to before they come to me. I’m only the first choice when someone wants me to fix something.”

“You think I came in here and cut my finger up because you’re a low priority to me or I need you to fix something?”

“You’re the best, and I know you care about me,” Leo admitted, “but I know I’m not your top priority or your first choice to hang out with. I’ve been missing and I figured one of you would come looking eventually, or at least I hoped.”

“Yes you are,” you insisted, “I just didn’t want to overstep any boundaries because you had Calypso. I’m worried about you. You’re my top priority and my first choice. We all wanted to give you space and we agreed to stay away, but I broke the agreement. I was sick of waiting around for you to come out, I was worried.”

“I—“ Leo stammered, but he didn’t seem to find the words he was looking for.

“Leo, do you know why you’re my top priority?” You asked, pausing to see if he would shrug or even guess. He remained silent and didn’t move so you continued, “Despite the hell life has put you through, you are still the kindest person in the room no matter where you are. You have every right to be a bitter and mean person, but you always slap on a smile even when you’re hurting. You’re my top priority because I know no matter what, if I go to you, you will be there for me and I will always do the same for you. You don’t need to put a fake smile on, you’ve been there for me, let me be here for you.”

Leo sniffled and tried to hide his tears from you, but you just wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer. You couldn’t see his face now, but you could feel his muscles slowly releasing tension as he relaxed into your arms. You kept your arms tightly wrapped around him and he held onto your arms as if you might have plans to let go he was trying to prevent. He softly cried for a little bit, but it wasn’t long until you could tell he was trying to match your breathing pattern and calm down. You subconsciously took deeper, steadier breaths. You two sat in complete silence for a long time. There wasn’t much Leo wanted to talk about. He had seen this breakup coming and just didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to talk about it, he just wanted to know that he was important to someone. He wanted to know someone cared. He didn’t quite believe you, there was no way someone like you deemed someone like him your top priority, but with your arms around him like this, it was hard for him to care. Most of Leo’s tears weren’t because of Calypso anymore, they were because he realized that Calypso never really held him like that and after being a Latino boy with adhd in foster care, the last people to hold him like this was his own family before his mother died. Leo didn’t know how much you actually cared about him, but he didn’t care as long as you held him. His fingers tapped against your forearm in a repetitive pattern you were sure meant something significant to him, but other than that, Leo kept a tight grip on your arms around his body. For once he felt content.

This turned into a habit. You both told yourself it was for comfort. Leo was going through a breakup, he needed you, but six months later it was getting harder to call this a friendship. You were lying on the couch in Bunker 9 and Leo was lying directly on top or you, head resting on your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart. One of your hands rested in his curls and the other between his shoulder blades. Your legs tangled with his, but this was what friends did, right? You both knew it wasn’t. You played with his curls and he gently hummed his approval.

“I love you.” Leo murmured.

“What?” You stammered.

Leo sat straight up and blushed a deep red, “I—I’m sorry I—“

“Kiss me.” You interrupted.

“What?”

“You heard me. Kiss me. Prove that you love me.”

Leo’s eyes widened, but he wasted no time leaning to close the gap between you two. His warm lips met yours and he kissed you so gently yet passionately that he seemed to tell a story with his lips. He took such time and care that he made it so very clear that he had been thinking about this moment for a long time and there was nothing else in this world he cared about more than you. Gods he was in love with you, and he would go to the ends of the earth to prove it to you, but he was so happy you wanted him to prove it with a kiss. He never wanted to stop kissing you. The high he got from exploring your mouth with his tongue and your lips working together against each other was addicting and one he would be chasing for the rest of his life. He felt drunk on your sweet taste and gods, oh gods was he in love. He was such a goner because right now if you offered him a kiss for jumping off a bridge he would find a way to survive the fall simply to jump again and again.

It was your twenty-first birthday and you were celebrating it in the best way possible, cocktails on the beach with your best friend as the sun set. Technically, your birthday was tomorrow, but you and Percy planned to stay on the beach until midnight when you officially turned twenty-one. Tomorrow you would have an actual party with all of your friends.

For tonight, it was just you two. Percy had been your first friend at camp because he saw another camper push you into a creek. He got angry and made the creek splash up in the other person’s face and helped you out. You were only eleven then. You had been inseparable ever since, but your feelings for him changed over the years. You couldn’t exactly risk your most valued friendship though so on nights like tonight, you endured a special kind of torture even Tartarus couldn’t conjure up. You of course loved spending time with Percy, but when it came to things like this, it got dangerously easy to want to confess everything. You were just lucky Percy had poor observation skills off the battle field because otherwise he would’ve clocked you a long time ago like everyone else had. It had been Percy’s idea to drink on the beach until you turned twenty-one, and it felt too much like a date. You desperately wanted to kiss him and it was hard to appreciate how nice the night actually was because your heart didn’t care about any of it except for him.

You were practically biting your bottom lip off now because you had both agreed that son of Poseidon or not, it wasn’t safe to drink and swim, so you hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol to calm your nerves yet. Instead, you were focused on Percy’s lips as he was attempting to dunk you under the water.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, splashing him.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s your birthday, this is war!” Percy laughed, dunking you beneath the waves.

You rose back to the surface and glared at him, “You’re the worst, fish face!” This time you pushed him beneath the waves and although he could very easily manipulate the water, he played along.

He resurfaced grinning, “You’re going down!” He picked you up and raised you over his head as you screeched in fake terror knowing you were safe with Percy.

He threw you into the water and you swam back to the surface before sticking your tongue out and beginning to swim away from him. You didn’t have a chance and he was next to you pulling you beneath the waves with him in seconds. He created an air pocket and you guys sat on the soggy sand as water moved all around you.

“It’s my birthday and you’re subjecting me to war.” You scoffed.

“Technically it isn’t your birthday yet so my war crimes don’t count.” Percy laughed.

“You’re the absolute worst.”

“I think I’m delightful.”

“More like delusional.”

“Well, fine no Sex on the Beach for you.”

“What?” You said, nearly choking on air.

“I brought enough mixers to make Sex on the Beach and a few types of martinis.” Percy said, grinning, “but now you get club soda.”

You blushed slightly at where your mind went and quickly covered it with a grin, “You know how to make all of those?”

“My specialty is a blue martini.”

“My gods Percy.” You laughed, “I’m surprised you haven’t turned blue.”

“I’ve got time.” Percy said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him and he made some of the water splash in your face. “Hey! No blue martinis for you!”

“No Sex on the Beach or blue martinis? This is turning out to be a terrible cocktail hour.”

You blushed again and this time Percy actually saw it, luckily for you he misread it, “Are you rethinking your stance on our war?”

“No.” You said, quickly.

“Really?” Percy asked grinning, “What a shame.”

Percy grabbed your waist and gave you a moment to take a breath before collapsing the air pocket and swimming to the surface with you in tow.

“Surrender!” Percy shouted when you reached the surface, his arms still wrapped around your waist. You were still flustered though and didn’t respond. Unfortunately, now Percy thought something was wrong, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said quickly as you tried to escape his grasp.

He only held tighter, “Are you sure? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” The water around you stilled so much it looked like glass and he held you tightly as if the waves may have swallowed you whole.

“No, no, I’m not hurt.”

“Well, I was just kidding, it’s your twenty-first we can still have Sex on the Beach, blue martinis, or really anything I just—“

“Stop saying that!” You finally blurted against your better judgment.

“Blue martinis?” Percy asked, clearly thinking you were on his case about his nearly entirely blue diet, “They don’t have to be blue, I guess.”

“Not that.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Ohhh,” Percy said as it all finally clicked, “come on we’re adults. It’s not a taboo word, we’ve all done it.” Percy said. You glared at him and his jaw dropped, “Wait you… you haven’t?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“But you dated those—“

“And if I had slept with them, those breakups would’ve been a lot messier. Besides, I’m not exactly the world saving camp hero. Guys aren’t lining outside my cabin.”

“That’s probably my fault,” Percy said cringing slightly at the possibility of you being angry with him, “I scared a lot of them off. I just thought at least one of them would ignore me.”

“You’ve been what? Whatever, never mind, let’s not talk about how men don’t want to have sex with me.”

“I’ve been scaring them off,” Percy repeated, “I’ve been threatening to put a sword through the chest of anyone who touches you. I figured some would ignore me and I could live with that because if they’re willing to risk Riptide to the chest they must actually care.”

“Why?” You asked getting increasingly annoyed, “This whole time I just thought no one found me attractive!”

You tried to break free of Percy’s arms to swim away, but he tightened his grip again, “Because. It was a bad idea, but I was jealous.”

“Jealous? Percy! Of what? You see me every day and even when I was dating someone you still saw me at least once a day!”

“I wasn’t jealous of your time, I was jealous of anyone having you.” Percy said through slightly gritted teeth, “I wanted you, but I knew you saw me as a friend and it was wrong but I was jealous and didn’t want good for nothing assholes with you. If I couldn’t have you, then I wanted the very best for you and anyone who is too afraid to be stabbed simply to be in your presence doesn’t deserve you.”

“Percy who in their right mind would risk being stabbed to death for me?”

“Me.”

“Don’t say that.” You sighed, “Please. You don’t have to lie to—“

“I’m not lying. I would die a thousand times over to kiss you because if my last moment is with you or for you, then I won, really.”

“Percy, do you mean that?”

“Of course I do, everything I do is for you and you’re all I want. You don’t see me bringing Jason out to the beach for drinks for his birthday. I’m sorry for making you think you weren’t desirable or loved, but I’m not sorry for keeping away guys who weren’t willing to give you the effort you deserve. You’re still my best friend and I will kill anyone who isn’t on their knees treating you like a goddess because you have done more than Hera—“

You cut him off before he could say anything else incriminating and gave his shoulder a light slap, “Percy! Zeus is going to fry you!”

“Not in the ocean he’s not,” Percy scoffed, “there are certain lines he won’t cross, especially for her. As I was saying, you’re beautiful, brave, and strong. You don’t need a man who isn’t even willing to fight for you when you fought for the whole damn human race.“

“Percy, all I want is you.” You murmured.

“Me?”

You nodded and he sighed in relief. His lips were on yours in seconds and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. It was the kind of kiss you only read about in books and you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. The waves swirled unnaturally around you and Percy smiled as he finally pulled away.

“Is that you?” You laughed.

“No, that’s dad, which is why we’re leaving now.”

Percy carried you through the water to where he had a blanket set up in a secluded cave. You two went there quite often because no one could see it unless they were in a boat and it was perfect for when you two wanted to escape the realities of demigod life. When you were kids you came here to play uno and trash talk the campers who bullied you while escaping responsibilities. As teenagers, you came here to decompress after another horrific incident. Now, as adults, Percy gently pushed you to lay down on the blanket. Your original plans were to drink until midnight, but those plans were on hold. Your wet bikini top did little to hide your hardened nipples, but luckily, Percy’s swim shorts did even less to hide his arousal.

Percy slowly brought his lips down your jaw where his teeth grazed your skin before licking over his bites. You moaned softly and he whimpered against your skin at the sound. He couldn’t quite believe this was happening. You had been his best friend for years, and many of those years he had frustrating wet dreams that left him with sticky pants and a guilty conscious for thinking such dirty thoughts about his best friend. The guilt only got worse the older he got when the first thought in his mind was celebrating a victory by fucking you or fucking away his pain when something bad happened. He was an adult and still guiltily palming himself like a teenager at the thought of you. He was torn between being angry at himself for having those thoughts about you and secretly hoping more images of what you might look like beneath him graced his mind. Now, you writhed beneath him in a barely there bikini and he had to fight not to cum in his shorts.

“Please, Percy!” You moaned, arching your back and earning a groan from Percy.

“Tell me what you want.” Percy said, voice sounding like gravel coated his throat now.

“Touch me.”

“Where, darling?”

“I—I don’t know. Anywhere.”

Percy suddenly remembered that you hadn’t had sex before which likely meant no one had ever touched you either and the thought made his cock twitch.

“Has anyone ever touched you before?” Percy asked, softly.

“Just over clothes.” You admitted.

“Where?” Percy demanded.

You brought his hands to your tits and he mentally cursed whoever had touched you there first. Slowly, Percy massaged your chest with both hands and you immediately screwed your eyes shut and moaned.

“Open those eyes, sweetheart,” Percy said, playing with the strings on your top, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded quickly and Percy shook his head, “Words, lover.”

“Yes!” You sighed.

Percy pulled the bows you tied to hold your top together and instantly the flimsy fabric fell off revealing your hardened nipples. Percy brought his hands back to your chest and began rolling your nipples between his fingers. You moaned and arched your back farther into his grasp.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Percy groaned, kissing you as he continued to gently massage your chest before letting his hands roam along your body more.

Percy’s hands landed on your hips and with your hands firmly grasping his shoulders, your bare chests pressed together as you both gasped for air between kisses. The ache between your thighs that you had almost gotten used to at this point because of how much time you spent around Percy only got worse. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his lower back as you pressed yourself closer to him, desperate for any sort of friction. Percy moaned and rolled his hips into yours making you want him even more.

“Are you sure you want this?” Percy whispered, “I—I can’t do this with no feelings attached. I just don’t want to cross a line we can’t go back over. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Percy, I love you.” You said, grabbing his face and pulling it closer to yours, “I love you so much and there is no one else I’d rather do this with.”

Percy kissed you then peppered a few kisses on your face as he hooked his fingers through the loops of the strings you tied at your waist.

“Can I take these off, love?”

“Please.”

Percy quickly untied your bikini bottom and tossed it to the side. You were lying beneath him completely bare and the instinct to feel embarrassed at the exposure quickly passed. You had heard girls talking over the years, especially now that you were in your twenties, and their stories scared you. It seemed like everyone regretted their first time and it wasn’t a good experience, but you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend it. You trusted Percy with your life and he had saved it many times. Percy had seen you at your best with all of the hero glory you deserved and he had helped cheer you on. He also saw you at your absolute rock bottom and helped you back up again. You loved Percy, and as much as you gave him a hard time for not being observant, you now knew he had felt the same the whole time and maybe you were more alike than you thought. Now, as he positioned himself above you, you felt like this was where you belonged.

Percy slowly brushed his fingers over your hipbones and inner thighs before softly dragging them through your folds. You gasped when his fingers found your clit and he grinned, “Yeah? You like that sweet girl?” You nodded as he kissed you and started slowly creating tight circles with his fingers around your clit. You bucked your hips desperately and Percy grinned, with a slightly cocky smile pulling at his lips. “Feel good when I touch you there pretty girl?” You only moaned in response and it egged Percy on to slightly speed up his motions, “Can’t believe nobody has ever touched this pretty cunt before, I’m going to ruin you for other men, darling.”

“F—fuck, Percy, you already have.”

“Yeah? That good?” Percy whispered against the shell of your ear, “Why don’t you tell me what you think about when you finger yourself sweetheart. What do you think about when you make yourself cum?”

“I—I can never get there.” You murmured, blushing a deep shade of red. It seemed that you could either never relax enough or you just couldn’t reach the right spots and it always left you frustrated.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Percy asked, clearly shocked. You shook your head and he groaned, “I’m gonna fix that, love.”

Percy continued circling your clit with his thumb but then pushed his middle finger into your cunt. You immediately squeezed your walls around him and let your head fall back. You were no stranger to your own fingers, but just one of Percy’s was able to reach much deeper than yours ever had, prodding at sensitive spots you had no idea existed. Pressure continued building in your abdomen. It was familiar, you had gotten yourself close before, but it was never this intense. Your hips bucked wildly as he added a second finger, that pressure continuing to coil up causing sensations you had never felt before. You were overwhelmed by pleasure and in that moment all you wanted to do was rock your hips into Percy’s fingers. Your fingers scratched at his back pulling him impossibly closer because right now you could jump into his skin and you still wouldn’t be close enough.

“Percy, I—I don’t know—“

“You’re going to cum pretty girl, relax and let go. Let me take care of you.”

By now, Percy was curling three fingers inside of you and rubbing quick tight circles around your clit. You did as he said and relaxed as white hot pleasure over took your body. You were barely conscious of anything else except for the feeling pumping through your body as you screamed out his name. You didn’t hear him calling you his good girl as he worked you through your orgasm. You didn’t hear anything. You writhed in his arms blissfully unaware of anything happening on the planet knowing you were safe in his arms. As you finally started to come down and he realized you were overstimulated, he pulled his soaked fingers from your cunt earning a sigh from your swollen lips as he sucked his fingers clean.

“Fuck you taste so sweet.” Percy groaned.

You weren’t satisfied though you desperately wanted, no, needed more. After so long feeling impossibly far from him even in the same room, you wanted to be one.

“Percy, please.”

“Please what?”

“Percy!” You groaned, “Fuck me, please.”

“All you have to do is ask.” Percy said, winking. He discarded his swim shorts and you gasped at his length. You had grinded against him minutes before, but you had no idea he was so big. Percy recognized your concern and kissed your forehead. “We can stop right now. Just say the word and I’ll make you a drink while we wait for your birthday.”

“No,” you said quickly, “I want this, I need you, Percy.”

“We’ll go slow.” Percy said, kissing your forehead again.

You heard stories about blood and how much the first time hurt, you were a demigod though. It couldn’t be that bad… could it? Either way, you trusted Percy. He lined himself up with your entrance and dragged his tip through your wet folds gathering up the evidence of your previous orgasm. He began slowly rubbing your over sensitive clit causing you to gasp and barely notice his tip sliding in. You soon noticed the stretch that was far more than your fingers or his fingers managed and you gasped. His fingers on your clit helped ease the pain, but he still went slow.

“Tell me when to move.” Percy murmured when he was fully inside of you.

You took several deep breaths. It burned, but you felt full and slowly the burning faded and all you could feel was his cock pressing all the sensitive spots inside of you and that sense of fullness quickly became a feeling you knew you’d miss.

“Move, please.” You rasped, attempting to move your own hips.

Percy kept your hips in place and began slowly grinding his hips into yours. Then, he slowly pulled out before slamming back inside of you.

“Oh, fuck!” You groaned, head lulling back.

Percy kept up a steady pace until his tip found a particularly sensitive spot causing you to scream and dig your nails into his back. “Right there?” Percy asked, hitting that spot again and getting a feverish nod from you, “That’s it, such a good girl.”

“Faster, please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Ruin me for any other man, make me yours.”

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Percy groaned. He obeyed and picked up the pace.

Percy gripped your hips tight enough that he surely would leave bruises as he began slamming his cock into you faster and faster. You only tightened your walls around him more, sucking his cock back into your cunt and squeezing more and more the faster her went. Your screams were surely loud enough to be heard at camp, but Percy didn’t care one bit. He was fucking you so fast your moans sounded as if you were on a bumpy road and your tits bounced. Both of you would probably have bruises, but when you begged him for more he didn’t fucking dare slow down even though he knew that you should probably take it slow. It was your first time and he knew he should be gentle because you might like it in the moment but the next day your legs would be sore for your party, but he didn’t care. He’d carry you. You were his and the intoxicating high he got from fucking you as hard and fast as he could filled his brain. All of his years of pent up lust and desire for you was fucked out tonight. It made up for your pent up frustration too. All of those sleepless nights where you touched yourself and couldn’t cum suddenly didn’t matter because Percy was making you feel things you didn’t know you could feel. Percy knew he should be taking it slow like he said he would, but he was only a man and when you begged him to fuck you faster, that was exactly what he was going to do.

You had already finished, but you were coming up on your third orgasm for the night when Percy’s hips finally started getting sloppy. “F—fuck, gonna cum.” Percy moaned. That sent you over the edge again and just as you were coming down from your climax, Percy pulled out at the last possible second and his cum covered your stomach and chest in thick hot ropes. You moaned and bit your lip at the sight of him fisting himself through the rest of his orgasm. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

You pulled Percy into a desperate kiss and his cum that coated your chest and stomach now got on his as you pulled him close. You two really were a mess, but you still hadn’t gotten over your feelings being reciprocated and your continued kissing. “I love you.” You whispered.

“Be my girlfriend?” Percy asked.

“Yes.” You replied immediately.

You had only ever dreamed of being his girlfriend thinking girls with more skills or glory would catch his eye, but now, making out with him like this, it finally felt right.

You two finally cleaned up some, but didn’t bother putting your bathing suits back on before finally getting to the alcohol you were there for. Percy grinned as he mixed the necessary ingredients together to give you a Sex on the Beach cocktail and held you tightly in his arms as you two basked in each other’s presence and sipped your drinks.

You had found out about Aurora and all of the horrible things the Valors swept under the rug, so against your better judgement you wrote a letter to Scarlett Dragna and now she was here with Julian, Donatella, and Dante. A selfish part of you was happy Jacks didn’t come with you to meet Scarlett because you did not want to sit through watching Jacks make eyes at Donatella. You knew the truth, Aurora had cursed Jacks only to be able to kiss someone who could never love him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel something for her that was simply unreciprocated, and that hurt. Jacks wasn’t yours, but he sure felt like it and you didn’t have the energy to be pretend you weren’t hurting while watching him live someone who wasn’t you. You knew you could break Jacks’s curse with an act of true love which you assumed was a kiss, but your heart ached knowing he might fall right at Donatella’s feet after that. Maybe she would love him if he wasn’t cursed.

You didn’t look at Donatella the whole meeting. You had nothing against her, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from comparing yourself to every little detail about her. When the meeting finally ended, you made an excuse to quickly leave. You barely got out of the room when a hand wrapped around your wrist and another went over your mouth. A Fate. You bit their hand as hard as you could and they yelped.

“You bit me!” They exclaimed in pure disbelief, “You have been around Jacks too long.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you?” They said showing you the final broken heart scar on your wrist. “I can strike you a better deal.”

“I’m good.”

“You’re wasting your time with Jacks. He only serves himself. He’s a monster.”

“The only monster is you.” You spat.

“You have no idea who Jacks is. I do. He doesn’t love you and even if he does it won’t end well because you aren’t his true love. Do you know what happened to the first girl he loved?”

“Yes. He killed her. I know. I know more than you think, I know more than Jacks even knows.”

“I don’t know what you think you know about Jacks, but this only ends in death or heartbreak for you,” the Fate said grabbing your jaw roughly and turning your head back to the room you left to force you to look at Donatella. She was beautiful with long blonde curls. She laughed and held onto Dante’s arm and looked like the definition of perfect with a clear rebellious side. You could see why Jacks wanted her. “She is his true love. His heart beats for her, not you. You will never be her. When you cease to be useful he will stop making you feel special and he will kill you or break your heart for her and she doesn’t even want him. Jacks doesn’t deserve a happily ever after anyway. Come with me and—“

You had heard enough and tore your face from the Fate’s grip and planted your fist in their jaw.

“You have no idea about what Jacks has been through and what he deserves. I don’t care if he rips my heart out of my chest himself as long as I know I did what I could to help him. Everyone has given up on him and I won’t. I don’t know who the hell you think I am, but I’m not the fucking one to mess with. Say another word about Jacks and I will cut your tongue out of your mouth. True love isn’t always kissing someone and living happily ever after, it’s doing everything in your power to make them safe and happy even if it isn’t with you… even if it hurts you. I love Jacks even if he doesn’t want me. Even if he wants to break my heart and try for Donatella’s I will never stop trying to break his curse and I will not be another person in his life to leave him and betray him. Find another person stupid enough to strike a deal with you.”

“I warned you—“

“No, I warned you, asshole.”

You dove at the Fate and began punching as hard as you could. It was all a blur, but soon enough you were being pulled away. Strong and cold arms wrapped around your waist and you kept flailing and trying to punch.

“Let go of me!” You yelled along with a string of obscenities as you tried to break free.

You soon realized your capturer was Jacks. The scent of apples filled your senses as he tossed you over his shoulder. You struggled a little less, his presence automatically calming you, but you were still not happy.

“Let me go, I’m going to kill them!”

“Would you stop flailing and let me save you?” Jacks muttered. He wanted desperately to grin and let you go, you were yelling other obscenities and this was the first time Jacks had seen you act like… well, him. He knew you could have probably won that fight and he was interested in seeing you do so, but he wasn’t going to chance it when he knew you were fighting on his behalf.

“Save me? I had them! I’m not a damsel in distress!”

Jacks didn’t respond and you eventually realized wiggling out of his grip wasn’t going to happen so you finally stopped fighting him and he took you from being tossed over his shoulder like a flour sack to carrying you bridal style.

“I hate you.” You grumbled.

“I find that hard to believe.” Jacks said.

“I do.” You insisted as he climbed into his carriage with you in tow.

He set you down across from him and raised an eyebrow as you sat with your arms crossed like a toddler being taken home from the park prematurely. Your hair stuck up, a piece of your dress was ripped, and your knuckles were covered in the Fate’s blood. You looked rough, but Jacks thought he had never seen you so beautiful. You looked stunning in that black dress you had loved so much, but every girl had a slightly risqué black dress, every girl didn’t fight a Fate to defend him from mildly offensive words. That black dress that still laid on your floor in your room from the last event had nothing on how you looked to Jacks right now. He had been fighting his feelings for you (poorly) for a long time.

“I didn’t need saving. You guys are ageless now, not immortal.” You insisted.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t skilled in a fight.”

“I had them pinned to the floor and they hadn’t even gotten a single blow in.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jacks said, moving on to a third apple, “You could’ve gotten hurt. You shouldn’t have risked that.”

“You don’t even know why. I could’ve been defending myself against an attack!”

“But you weren’t, I heard you.”

You immediately blushed. “How much?”

“I was listening when you were talking to Scarlett. I wanted to make sure everything went smoothly and I figured other fates would be lurking around a meeting like that. I heard everything.”

You immediately looked away, “Jacks I—“

The carriage was big enough to seat six people, but it wasn’t quite tall enough for Jacks to fully stand, so when he stood, he leaned over and rested his knee on the carriage seat between your legs and put a hand on either side of your shoulders. You swallowed hard and avoided his gaze.

“Look at me.” Jacks said.

You listened and wished you hadn’t. Jacks’s icy blue eyes were dark now and he was angry, but you couldn’t get your mind off of his knee and how it moved with every bump the carriage hit.

“You probably shouldn’t stand while the carriage is moving.” You whispered.

Jacks ignored you and your heart was practically beating out of your heart with all of the emotions flooding you: want, need, fear, embarrassment, and a few you couldn’t quite label.

“No one has ever shown me the loyalty you’ve shown me. Everyone I’ve ever loved has left me or died. No one has ever thrown themselves at a Fate and threatened to cut out their tongue. No one has ever seen me as anything more than a monster.”

You couldn’t listen anymore, “Jacks,” you pleaded, “Aurora was the one to curse you. She cursed you to love someone who could never love you back. Your heart started beating when Donatella fell for Dante. She can’t break your curse. Aurora didn’t account for someone who truly loved you finding a loophole. I love you Jacks and I know I’ll never be Donatella, but I don’t care. You can turn this carriage right around and go back for her, but let me fix your heart.”

Before Jacks could even respond, you pulled him by the unbuttoned collar into a kiss. You had never felt a kiss like this. You hoped like hell you were right and the sparks you felt weren’t his curse killing you. The kiss was so intoxicating that you now knew why people said his kiss was worth dying for. You finally pulled away and Jacks had bloody tears running down his face.

“I’m alive.” You said quietly. Jacks didn’t move or say a word, he seemed to focus on your beating heart, “You’re free. You can have anyone, Jacks.”

Jacks finally moved, but in one swift movement he had his arms around your waist and lifted you so he could sit where you had been sitting and pulled you to sit on his lap with his arms resting on your waist. Your back pressed against his chest and he put his chin on your shoulder. His curls brushed your cheek as he leaned into you and pulled you impossibly closer.

“Jacks, please.” You said, voice cracking.

“Please what?”

“Stop this.”

“You told me to sit down… unless you’ve changed your mind and you want me to fall because I’m a fool standing in a moving carriage.”

“Jacks, please. I told you I didn’t care if you broke my heart, but could you at least go for a clean break instead of shattering it to bits?”

“Have I given you the impression that I want to break it at all?”

“You wanted to use the stones to go back and—“

“I wanted to use the stones to go back when I thought it would save you from me. You wouldn’t know me and you wouldn’t be in danger. You’re not the only one who was willing to do something you didn’t really want to do for love. I love you y/n l/n. I thought my only way of truly keeping you safe was letting you go, and now that I know it’s not, I’m never letting go.” Jacks said, brushing your hair out of the way and kissing your neck, “I heard what that Fate told you,” Jacks said taking your chin in his hand to turn your head to the side so your foreheads touched. The position was awkward, but he seemed to be staring into your soul, “you proved you know me better. Now tell me. Do you think I’m going anywhere?” Jacks tightened his grip on you to make it clear that if he were planning on going anywhere, you were coming with him. You didn’t respond and instead relaxed into his grip. “Tell me.” Jacks repeated.

“No?”

“That sounded like a question, love.” Jacks said, nipping at your neck, “There is no question. Not now that I can finally have what I want. Now, tell me, do you think I want to be anywhere else but right here?”

“No.” You murmured.

“You’re all I want, I just wouldn’t let myself have you.”

“Then have me.” You said. Jacks groaned and let his head fall back against the seat. “If you want to that is.” You said quickly.

“Love,” Jacks said pulling you closer to him by your hips. You could feel the bulge in his pants against your ass as he pressed your hips down, “if I ever tell you no, that isn’t me. I will never not want you.”

Jacks picked you up again just to turn you around so you faced him and straddled his lap. He mostly did it to kiss you properly again, but you thought he also just wanted an excuse to keep manhandling you now that you were his to hold or he would’ve sat you this way to begin with.

With your knees on either side of his legs, your dress rode up and he pushed it up more so your skirts rested around your waist. Only the thin fabric of your lace panties separated you from his pants instead of the layers of your gown that now pooled around your waist revealing the barely there red fabric. He grinned at the sight of you like this, you two had been in enough compromising situations because of his wandering hands, but never like this. Never knowing he didn’t have to stop himself before he kissed you. You steadied yourself by holding onto his shoulders and gasped when the carriage hit a bump in the road. Jacks just grinned and kissed you. He kissed you as if his life mission was to memorize your lips and mouth to be able to paint a picture from memory. Every bump of the carriage sent his hips into yours, and you were pretty sure some of it was purposeful, but he seemed in no rush to do anything but make sure your lips would be swollen for days. You had no idea where his carriage was going or how long the ride would be, but he was acting like he would keep the carriage going in circles for days if he had to just to get his fill of you. Jacks’s hands slid from where they rested on your hips to your ass. He didn’t seem happy with how much material from your skirts bunched there so after a while of blindly feeling through your skirts because he refused to stop kissing you long enough to look, he managed to get his hands under your skirts to rest on the bare skin of your ass and run his fingers across the lace that barely covered anything. His hands were cold and he squeezed your warm flesh hard making you gasp into his mouth. Jacks just laughed against your lips and did it again. This time, you responded by rolling your hips forward and he stifled a groan.

“Fuck,” Jacks moaned, pushing your hips down again and pressing his chest to yours so you could feel his heart racing in his chest and cock straining against his pants, “feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?” Jacks rasped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, feigning innocence.

Jacks’s eyes darkened and he moved his hands back to yours hips and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You gasped as Jacks narrowed his eyes and tore the lace and brought the torn remnants from under your skirts. He smirked when he saw them and you blushed. They were red lace, but the lace pattern happened to be apple blossoms.

“Apple blossoms? I almost feel bad for ripping them. I’ll just have to get you ten more pairs.” Jacks said, tucking them in his shirt pocket before tearing his shirt off and tossing it to the side.

“You do know clothes don’t have to be ripped.” You laughed.

“Now where is the fun in that?” Jacks asked as he let his hands wander beneath your skirts again. You were now bare against his pants and his chest was bare against you. He pressed his chest against yours again and bucked his hips into yours as he pressed your hips down to meet his thrust, “Feel it now, love?”

“I think you might have to demonstrate again.”

Jacks’s eyes darkened with lust and he bucked his hips into yours again. His leather pants were quickly getting slick with your arousal, and you rutted your hips into his as he guided you. He met your moans with kisses and some of his own moans.

“Oh, fuck, Jacks.” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Are you going to cum, my love?” Jacks asked, voice getting huskier with his own arousal. You nodded in response and he took your bottom lip between his teeth and met you with rough thrusts of his hips. The leather of his pants against your clit felt like heaven and the tightening feeling in your belly began to feel close to snapping. “That’s it, good girl,” Jacks said between kisses to your swollen lips, “I’m all yours, rub that pretty little clit of yours on my lap. I want to hear your pretty noises.”

You buried your face in his neck and screamed out his name as the pressure finally burst. Jacks kept bucking his hips into yours even as your legs became numb. Jacks filled your senses with the feeling of him hard against you and the smell of your dripping cunt and apples filling the carriage. You almost didn’t register the praises coming from Jacks’s lips. Finally, Jacks stopped moving beneath you and just held you close to him as his fingertips ran up and down your spine through the dress you wore. You peeled your head from where it rested on his shoulder to look up at him. Lust still filled his eyes and the evidence still strained against his pants, but he also looked at you with pure adoration like you were his entire world just sat on his lap.

You looked down and blushed at the mess you made of his pants and his look turned to cockiness. “I pity the human or fate who thinks they have a chance with you… or me for that matter when you make my pants look like this.” Jacks hadn’t finished though, so you began to squirm out of his lap and got on your knees between his legs on the floor of the carriage. Jacks frowned, “Although I won’t deny it, I love the view, but not now.” Jacks said. You blushed, afraid you read the situation wrong, and Jacks took your chin in his hand, “You can have your way with me when we get home and I won’t deny you a single thing, but let me be selfish for now. We can stop right now, but if you keep this up, I’m going to cum, and I would prefer your lips to be on mine when I do.”

You nodded and sat on your heels as you wordlessly unlaced your dress and pulled it over your head. Jacks held his breath when he saw the matching lace bra you wore beneath the dress. You didn’t break eye contact with him as you unclipped it and tossed it right at his face. Jacks groaned and carelessly tossed the garment aside to keep his eyes glued on you. Your knees hurt from sitting on them as the carriage went over bumps and Jacks nearly whimpered as your tits bounced with the bumps too.

“Fuck.” Jacks groaned as he quickly discarded his pants, “Get back up here.”

You gladly straddled him again and kissed him roughly. His cock leaked precum and was pressed between his stomach and yours. He slowly tried to create friction as he kissed you and rubbed his cock against you. You couldn’t help but look down and gasp a little at his size. “Jacks,” you murmured. You reached your hand between you two to touch him, but your fingers lingered on his abdomen. He was huge. “C—can I?”

Jacks guided your hand to his cock and twitched when you wrapped it around the base. “Don’t see why you can’t touch what belongs to you, love.” Jacks said with a grin.

“Jacks, you’re never going to fit.” You whispered.

“Oh love,” Jacks whispered, “I was made for you, but we’ll go slow and we can stop whenever you want. Yeah?”

You pumped your hand up and down, twisting a little here and there as you nodded making Jacks practically turn to putty in your grip. You lifted your hips and Jacks helped guide you to where you lined his cock up with your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down, both of you moaning loudly as you inched down. The stretch was almost too much and you sunk your teeth into Jacks’s shoulder. The guttural moan he let out from the mix of pain and pleasure was almost inhuman. Finally, you slid the rest of the way down until you were fully seated in his lap again. You weren’t even moving, but you panted and ran your hands up and down his chest.

“Doing such a good job,” Jacks praised, kissing your ear, “that’s my girl. See how well you take me?” Jacks laced his fingers through yours and kissed you passionately as he waited for you to be ready to move.

Finally, when the stretch felt more comfortable, you started to notice the perfect amount of pressure his cock was offering and began to slowly rock your hips into his. Jacks choked out some moans and held your hips tightly. Slowly, torturously slowly, you began to rise back up and sink down again. Your cunt squeezed him perfectly and Jacks really was convinced that your cunt had been made to perfectly fit his cock and your soul was made to perfectly fit his heart. As you picked up speed, Jacks had to actively fight to not cum on the spot and you weren’t making that an easy task. Your cunt was still soaked and sensitive from your last orgasm, your tits bounced in front of his face, and when you weren’t making those sinful noises, you said his name like how he imagined a prayer should sound. He heard a lot of prayers in his church, but had one sounded like this, he probably would’ve given the person anything they asked for without a catch. Jacks knew that if you asked him to do literally anything right now he would agree instantly without a second or even first thought. You were so far gone with pleasure you didn’t even notice the way he looked at you like you hung the moon and every star. The feeling of his cock hitting the most sensitive spots deep inside of you had you only focused on riding him harder. Your legs were starting to give out though and Jacks could tell. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hips and guide you to meet his cock thrusting up into you. Your eyes wandered to where his cock kept disappearing into you and your mouth hung open as you watched.

“You like that?” Jacks asked, giving you an extra deep thrust, “You like watching my cock split your cunt open?” Without pulling out, Jacks moved one hand to your back and pushed you to lay across the long bench style seat of the carriage so he was on top and lifted your hips up slightly before continuing to thrust into you at this new angle. “Can you see better now?” He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming his hips back into yours and you were definitely transfixed on his cock disappearing inside of you. “Look how well you take me, good girl.”

You moaned his name and tangled your fingers in his blonde curls. You tugged his hair to bring his face to yours and he practically growled at you. You kissed him hungrily, making up for every single time you desperately wanted to kiss him but couldn’t. He happily obliged and with a particularly hard thrust, he took advantage of your gasp and pushed his tongue into your mouth. No words passed between you two because you both refused to end the kiss, but Jacks knew you were getting close, he could feel it by how your cunt squeezed his cock and pulled him in. Jacks reached between you to find your clit with his thumb and the quick tight circles brought you closer and closer to your second climax. The pressure finally snapped and Jacks wasn’t far behind you. The kiss you still refused to break was really just your lips touching as you both moaned out each other’s names.

With one final thrust, Jacks made sure his cum was buried deep inside of you, “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” You said, giving a quick peck to his swollen lips, “But all this because of a fight?” You said, laughing softly.

“All this especially because of that fight.”

“Y’know they say nothing strengthens a bond more than a common enemy.”

“Who says that?” Jacks asked.

“Someone I’m sure.” You shrugged, “but next time you better let me finish what I started. I won’t forgive you so easily.”

“Won’t you?” Jacks smirked, biting at your neck, “And how many fates do you plan on fighting?”

“I won’t forgive you,” you said trying to hide how your breath clearly hitched, “and as many as it takes to send a message.”

“My love, I think LaLa may stab me for corrupting you.” Jacks said, grinning widely.

“I think she may stab both of us if she finds out what we just did.” You laughed.

After what seemed like forever of mutual pining, you and Leo finally started dating. Everyone called it and some of them had even made bets. You had been together for a little while now and were just getting past that initial awkward phase of not knowing what to do around each other and everything was going great.

Today, it was a super hot summer day. You were absolutely positive direct sunlight might actually fry you to a crisp today, so you happily watched Leo work in Bunker 9 where the sun couldn’t roast you. The bunker was hot too because Leo had been welding all day, but it was far better than being outside because Leo had set you up a spot near his work bench. It was honestly the nicest and cutest thing a guy had ever done for you and he didn’t even realize how much it meant to you. In his mind, he was just doing the bare minimum. Leo had set up an old beach chair that had probably once been used at the lake with a blanket over it to cover the grease it had collected in its time housed in the bunker. He also dragged out a heavy duty fan he typically used to make paint dry faster in his typical adhd impatient fashion and a cooler with snacks. He had essentially set up your own little beach vacation… in Bunker 9.

You were caught up on the thoughtfulness all of about five minutes because that was when Leo’s shirt came off because he was sweating and welding without a shirt wasn’t unsafe for a demigod who could light himself on fire. You felt a little tinge of guilt because he had obviously tried so hard to make sure you actually enjoyed spending time with him, but the truth was, he could’ve had you helping or sitting on the floor and you’d be happy just to be with him. Now, you were just completely lost in staring at his body. He was your boyfriend though… didn’t that entitle you to the occasional glance at his toned muscles as they expertly worked?

Leo’s cargo pants sat low on his waist and his coopery skin glistened with sweat. He had a bad farmer’s tan from wearing a t shirt every single day outside, but it only accentuated the muscles he had acquired in the bunker. Leo wasn’t Ares cabin strong by any means, he was still quite scrawny compared to the demigods who trained all day long, but the muscles he gained from lifting heavy machinery or hammering away at dents were hot. You didn’t quite know how to explain it, but when Leo looked like this, he had you incredibly flustered far past the point anyone had ever flustered you before and he was only minding his business.

You were sipping on your soda and absentmindedly staring over the page in your book you hadn’t turned in a good twenty minutes. Leo did wear goggles to protect his eyes and when he stopped welding for a moment to push the goggles up and examine his work, your mouth practically watered at the sight of his curls being slicked back.

“This is a good stopping point,” Leo said turning to you, “I can stop and we can go do something you want to do.”

You had barely heard anything besides “You want” and “Go”, but you knew all you wanted was to not go anywhere. “No, I want to stay here,” you said, probably far too quickly.

“You sure? This has got to be boring.”

“No, it’s not, I’d rather stay here.”

Leo grinned, “I must have a better personality than I thought.”

“What?”

“Oh, well,” Leo said awkwardly scratching his head, clearly not thinking you’d question it, “Y’know I’m funny and everything, I just don’t talk much when I’m concentrating so I’m just surprised you want to stay longer.”

“You think I’m here because you’re funny?”

“Is—isn’t that why you’re dating me?”

“No!” You exclaimed sitting up straighter, “That’s part of the reason, but I also really like you Leo. You care about me, you have me in a lounge chair with a fan and snacks when any other guy would have me sit on a stool if I’m lucky. You care about me so I can actually trust you, which is hard to come by for demigods.” You paused and thought about your next words hesitantly, “Besides, not to reduce you to your looks, because it’s only one of many reasons, but have you seen a mirror lately? I want to stay because I don’t want you to put your shirt back on!”

Leo nearly dropped his tools when you said that and stared for a few moments, “I don’t really ever take it off in front of people.” He said, quietly.

“I could tell by the tan,” you said smiling some, “and that’s fine, I’m not really big on sharing. I love your personality and I love that I can trust you with everything down to my very life, but Leo, you’re also just really hot. I haven’t read a single page because I’ve been watching you work and praying to whoever will listen you forget the shirt.” Leo’s hair briefly caught on fire and you laughed a little as he quickly put it out. You stood up and walked over to where he stood, not quite knowing how to react. “I like all of you.” You whispered before pressing your lips to his.

Leo instinctively wrapped his arms around you and it was your turn to nearly combust as he held you close to him. You didn’t dare break the kiss because you wanted to feel his arms on you like this forever. Unfortunately, you both needed air and pulled away.

“You think I’m hot?” Leo finally asked.

“Literally and figuratively.” You said, laughing at his steaming hair, “I’m sorry I haven’t made that clear. I’ll make a point of reminding you whenever I can.” You said with a little grin before dipping your head down to kiss his collar bone.

For a moment, you would have thought he was a son of Zeus that suddenly had an electric current running through him.

“I love you, amor.” Leo said, before quickly clasping a hand over his mouth. Neither of you had ever said “I love you”. You had danced around it, but never flat out said those words.

You brought the hand Leo clasped over his mouth back to your waist and kissed him, “I love you too, mi vida.”

“Where did you hear that?” Leo gasped, almost a little jealous thinking someone else had taught you before he could.

“You think I didn’t start learning Spanish phrases the second I saw you?” You laughed, “I got a book so I could do something like this one day.”

You never really used social media. You didn’t exactly have time and nothing about your life was “Instagram worthy”, but you liked to keep up with your friends from school and see what they were up to. It wasn’t until the summer where things were relatively boring that you actually started using it. You posted photos of Percy and your friends from camp because you actually had time to do fun things.

Your friends didn’t question anything even though they didn’t recognize your friends from camp. Questions began to come in when you posted a picture of you holding Percy’s hand by the beach. Most wondering where you were, who you were with, and what was happening. The comments under the post of you and Percy having lunch were crazy though. Percy got Instagram just to fluff his ego and read through the comments.

That was when Percy started posting and tagging you. Eventually a lot of campers had social media to keep in touch better and your friends from home were utterly dumbfounded because they had no idea who all these people were and who this boy was. You were never very popular in school because like many demigods, you moved schools a lot. You had been at your current school long enough to make a few solid friends and when summer ended, a few of your friends from camp even ended up transferring to your school, Percy included since he didn’t seem to last more than a year without expulsion.

The first day of school your friends waited by your locker ready to grill you on your mysterious summer camp, summer romance, and camp friends and their jaws dropped when you walked into school hand in hand with Percy as a few others from camp followed. No on expected you to have a real boyfriend, and they sure didn’t expect to meet him!

“No way, he’s even cuter in person!” One of your friends whispered to the others.

“Where did she find him?” Another asked.

“Where did she find all of them? They all look like varsity athletes!”

“Hey guys!” You said cheerfully, “These are my friends from summer camp, they’re coming here this year too!”

“What kind of summer camp? Rugby?” One of your friends asked, having a hard time keeping their jaw from falling.

Your other friend nudged them, “Nice to meet you guys!”

“This is my boyfriend Percy and some of our friends, Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Jason, Frank, Leo, Nico, and Will!”

“Boyfriend?” Your school friends all said in unison.

“Yeah, nice to meet ya!” Percy said, grinning, “I’m Percy.”

With so many powerful demigods in one school, Chiron came, undercover of course, as well. Luckily, no teachers turned into monsters and you and Percy soon became the most popular couple in school. Everyone was just blown away by the story and Percy’s charm… that was at least until he accidentally flooded fourth period gym class during a game of capture the flag when he forgot where he was playing that game. The mist made sure no one was entirely sure what happened, but they knew it was him.

Even now that the curse was broken and Jacks could kiss you as much as either of you pleased, he still loved biting you. Maybe it was the knowledge that Apollo still had your name permanently on his chest or maybe Jacks was just so happy to be in love… safely, but Jacks wanted his own permanent reminder of you and he wasn’t going to be caught dead with some basic tattoo of your name in a heart.

“Love,” Jacks said, kissing your neck, “bite me.” This wasn’t an odd request so you turned to bite his shoulder, but you were met with his wrist, “As hard as you can, I want blood.” Jacks added.

You weren’t entirely sure where he was going with this, but you sunk your teeth deep into his wrist, drawing blood. You kissed the deep marks and Jacks grinned.

“Thank you.” He said before walking off.

“Hey! Where are you going? What was that all about?” You called after him, but he was already gone.

Jacks was gone for the rest of the day and you were starting to get frustrated. When he finally came back, you had half the mind to lecture him into next week. After everything you two had been through, you had both agreed never to leave without either telling someone exactly where you were going or bringing someone with you. You were worried sick about him, but his huge grin had you intrigued.

“You better have one hell of a story, I was worried sick!”

“I got a tattoo.” Jacks announced proudly.

He showed you his wrist where he had the marks from your bite tattooed and inside of the bite mark, your handwriting spelled out ‘mine’.

“I’m still mad at you for worrying me.” You said, unable to wipe the grin off your face and be stern.

“Yeah?” Jacks said, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you, “Still mad?”

“You can’t kiss your way out—“

Jacks interrupted you with a kiss and you immediately melted into his embrace. He knew good and well he absolutely could kiss his way back into your good graces. Any worries you had about him quickly faded with the feeling of his lips on yours. Jacks moved to kiss your neck and gently bite you. “Mine.” He whispered.

“And you’re mine.” You said, fighting the urge to kiss the fresh tattoo on his wrist.

Apollo had only meant to scare you, and you got the message… a lot more clearly than he had hoped. He staged a little accident he could heroically save you from, but the second he left you alone, you ran. You ran to the only place— the only person you could think of. Jacks.

———

Before:

“I’m truly sorry that happened to you, my love, those guards will be punished. It’s a good thing I found you in time. Let me help?” Apollo said, offering to help patch your wounds.

You felt like a wounded and caged animal. You knew Apollo staged the attack. One of the guards told you before he died. Apollo didn’t know you knew though.

“I’d rather do it myself.” You said, trying to keep your tone even. You were scared Apollo would actually cage you like an animal if you let him know you knew. “It’s easier to brace myself for the pain if I know when I’m touching the wound.”

Apollo frowned. He seemingly bought the answer, but didn’t like it. You did a poor job of wrapping up the cuts on your arms and legs because you just wanted it over with and it was hard to reach some places without hurting yourself more. You were already in so much pain and so tired, you wanted to run now so you could just rest. Apollo made no sign of leaving and you desperately wanted to run.

“I think I want to go to sleep now.” You said quietly.

“I’ll get you something to change into.”

“I—I think I’ll sleep in my clothes. I can’t imagine trying to take them off with my wounds.”

“I’ll help.” Apollo said going for the strings of your corset. You tensed as you took a step back and he frowned. “You know, one of these days you’re going to have to trust me. We can’t keep sleeping in separate rooms and leading separate lives. The court wants an heir.”

The thought made you sick to your stomach. That was what he was thinking about right now? Under normal circumstances the thought of his hands on your body made you tense up, you couldn’t imagine giving yourself to him like that. You didn’t even like him seeing you with a low cut dress, let alone that vulnerable and naked. The fact that he was discussing this topic with the court like it was a business plan made you even sicker, because you knew that’s all it was. Apollo wanted you for his own lust and power. You wanted him no where near your corset strings.

“Please, Apollo, I’m tired and I feel like I could fall asleep standing right here.”

“I have a few more things to tend to.”

“Then tend to them while I sleep and come back to me,” you said, you paused then added, “love.”

Apollo’s gaze softened at that addition and he kissed your forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll be back before you realize I’m gone.” Apollo said, guiding you to the bed.

You laid down on the bed and made a show of sinking into the mattress and altered your breathing pattern. You knew the fastest way to get caught pretending to sleep was by not altering your breathing, so you slowed down your breathing and buried your face in your pillow. You felt like you might suffocate, but you heard Apollo leave. You stayed still for a few more minutes and added fake snores before daring to open one eye. The tent was empty. You pulled your shoes back on and peered out of the tent. Everything was highly guarded and you cursed under your breath. Finally, you saw a guard trading out and he looked barely old enough to be a guard.

“Sir, excuse me.” You said in your sweetest voice possible.

“Y—your highness.” He said bowing awkwardly.

“Please, I woke up and I’m really thirsty, but I can’t find my husband.” You said, letting fake tears build in your eyes, “I don’t know where he went and I feel like I may faint. H—he told me that Lord Vale’s wife was good with remedies, can you point me in the right direction?”

“Oh, let me help, I can take you to Prince Apollo.”

“Is he terribly busy? I wouldn’t want to interrupt with matters of state. I’m sure Lady Vale can help… I think it’s a lady problem.”

“O—oh of course princess, let me take you straight to her.” The guard said, blushing profusely as he guided you away from the tent.

“Oh, I recognize where I am now, I think I can make it from here.” You said.

“Oh, it’s no trouble, I wouldn’t want you to faint, your highness.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, really. I wouldn’t want you to get into any trouble for leaving your post, it’s just over there and I see another guard.”

The boy considered this then nodded as you headed towards the Vale’s tent. As soon as the guard turned you dashed off into the woods. This wasn’t ideal because you would have virtually no head start, but it was something.

———

Now:

You stumbled through the door of The Hollow and collapsed on the floor. You had run as fast as you could and now everything hurt and you had no energy. Your debt was paid to Jacks and he left you with Apollo who he had tricked you into marrying. You would never forgive him for leaving you with Apollo, but right now ironically Jacks was your safest option. He was just crazy and sadistic enough to need little to no reason to fight someone and you knew he didn’t actually like Apollo. You might be in no shape to defend yourself, but Jacks might protect you, and if not, Apollo likely wouldn’t find you here anyway. You didn’t know if Jacks was even here, but you didn’t have the energy to check. You just hoped if he wasn’t here, Apollo wouldn’t find you here like you suspected he wouldn’t. You curled up in a ball on the floor, blood seeping through the horrific bandage job you did and you fell asleep on the hard wood floor.

You awoke to a bunch of thuds and a pained yell. Jacks had been upstairs and came down to see who could possibly find him here when he saw you lifeless on the floor. You were only sleeping but covered in blood like this, his first thought was that you were dead. He ran down the stairs skipping a few steps causing the thuds and let out an inhumane scream. He dove to his knees to feel your pulse and actually sighed with relief when he felt your heart beating. Your eyes fluttered open and he was glaring now.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Sleeping, shh.” You responded, reaching out to put your hand over his mouth.

You were out of it now from all the blood and energy loss. Jacks had no idea what happened, but he knew the urge he had to bite your hand on his lips should be avoided because it was not the right time nor place.

“What happened?” Jacks asked, trying to keep you awake. That did the trick you opened your eyes and glared daggers into his soul.

“You.” You spat, “You left me alone with him!”

“Apollo did this?” Jacks asked, voice getting colder.

“He wants a caged pet, not a wife. The second I said I wanted to take things slow he took that as defiance and staged an attack so he could be my hero. He wants an heir, so he staged an attack to make me fall into his arms and lure me to his bed. I had no where else to go.”

“You’re safe here.” Jacks said, gently this time. Before you could protest, Jacks scooped you up and carried you up the stairs. “You’re covered in dirt.” He stated.

“I ran through the woods after an attack orchestrated by the husband you picked for me. I fell a few times.” You said, defensively. You knew you didn’t look great, but did he expect you to not track dirt in?

“Your wounds will get infected.” Jacks said, simply.

Jacks set you down on a bed and left. You grumbled. Of course they’d get infected and of course he wouldn’t care to help. You finally willed yourself to sit up and begin tending to your wounds when Jacks reappeared.

“What are you going to do? Wrap those with scraps of your dirt covered dress?” Jacks said, shaking his head.

“Oh I forgot the part where you brought me clean bandages.” You snapped.

“Because you don’t cover dirty wounds if you have time to clean them properly.” Jacks sighed, “You’re impatient. Warm baths don’t draw themselves.”

He picked you up once again and brought you to a room with a large copper tub. Jacks sat you down on a chair and started by taking off all your dirty bandages.

“Apollo did a shitty job of patching you up, some hero he is.” Jacks scoffed.

“I did it.” You said, taking offense. You knew it wasn’t great, but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“He made you patch your own wounds?” Jacks asked in disbelief.

“No, he offered, I didn’t want him to touch me.”

“Well, you did a shitty job, but given the circumstances, I guess it’s okay. It’s nice to know you’ll let me touch you, but not your husband.” Jacks said, running his knuckles up your thigh, letting them linger longer than he needed to in order to take off your bandages.

“I let him touch me.”

“Yeah? Is that why you ran away straight to me and insinuated you want out of the marriage? And how is that heir coming along? You realize he has to touch you to give you an heir, right?”

“Shut up Jacks.”

Jacks actually did shut up, much to your surprise, then stood up, “Soak the dirt off then it’ll be safe to wrap the wounds.”

“I—I can’t.”

“Can’t take a bath? Need me to get in?” Jacks teased.

“It hurts to put my arms up… c—can you untie my corset? Please?” You said, blushing profusely now.

Jacks seemed to realize you really were hurt worse than he thought and immediately stopped grinning and nodded. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He whispered as he gently tugged at the corset strings.

Every time Apollo came near you, you tensed, but now you felt like melting into Jacks’s touch. In a moment of weakness, you did. Jacks didn’t acknowledge it and just continued undoing your dress. He decided to keep gently peeling layers from your bloody and dirty skin until you told him to stop or he got you in the bath.

When you stood in only a slip Jacks knocked the thin straps off your shoulders so you wouldn’t have to put your arms up to pull the garment over your head. Instead of throwing him out to finish undressing and start bathing like you knew you should’ve, you shifted and shrugged until the slip fell to the ground. You stood with your back turned to Jacks, but your body was completely bare. Jacks held his breath. You were gorgeous, but your skin was littered with angry bleeding gashes. He swore he would tear Apollo to shreds for this. Then you wouldn’t need to figure out how to divorce a prince and he’d be solving two problems at once.

Jacks held your hand to steady you as you stepped into the hot water and sat down. You relaxed into it and put your arms on the side of the bath, letting your head rest on your arms as you closed your eyes. The water turned murky with blood and dirt and Jacks never wanted to kill more in his long life. He was going to leave you there, but you didn’t look like you actually wanted to do anything but sleep and Jacks figured if it hurt to untie your corset, it probably hurt to wash your hair. Jacks went to the basin that had warm clean water and gently alternated between scrubbing blood and dirt from your hair with his fingers and rinsing it out with clean water. His clothes were wet from the splashes, but he didn’t really care. When you were cleaned up, he wrapped you in a towel and dried your hair before taking you back to the bed. You were barely awake and probably would’ve fallen asleep in the tub if it weren’t for him. He rubbed something you didn’t see on all of your wounds and wrapped them with bandages. You must’ve fallen asleep, because at some point you realized the towel was gone and instead you wore a pair of his pants and one of his shirts. Neither fit, but you guessed he didn’t exactly keep a wardrobe in your size on hand. You took a deep breath inhaling the scent of apples and fell back to sleep, not noticing Jacks who sat in an armchair in the corner watching you sleep. It took everything in him not to go find and murder Apollo, but he knew you needed him more. He was glad he stayed because as you slept, he heard his name on your lips. His ego swelled with pride at the thought of you dreaming of him and not your husband. You went silent for a while, and about an hour later you woke, screaming.

Jacks rushed to your side and pulled you into his arms. You cried hysterically as he held you close. “I don’t want to go back!” You cried, “Please don’t let him take me.” You said clawing at his arms.

“You’re not going back, love, trust me.” Jacks said.

“I don’t want to go.” You repeated.

“You’re mine now. I’ll never let you out of my sight again.”

You quickly fell back to sleep with Jacks running his fingers through your hair and Jacks was reminded of his heart. It ached. It ached with love and it broke for you. It broke for how afraid you were and how you came to him. How you allowed him to see you so vulnerable. He knew you. Adrenaline would’ve taken over, instead you were practically falling asleep on him when fight or flight would’ve kicked in had he been Apollo seeing and touching you like that. Jacks held you for the rest of the night, and for the rest of the night you slept soundly. Only Jacks filled your dreams, not Apollo. Jacks didn’t know how he could possibly keep his promise, but he would try like hell. He knew he should’ve never told you that you were his, you couldn’t be, but seeing you like this, he couldn’t let you be Apollo’s. Jacks may kill you eventually, but Apollo was clearly a bigger threat. Jacks told himself that as he fell asleep holding you, hand pressing your head to his chest.

———

You woke up to Jacks holding you and some incessant noise. You and Jacks both groaned at the abrupt awakening. You realized it was someone knocking at the door downstairs and your heart began to race.

“Jacks! Someone knows!” You exclaimed in terror.

“It’s probably just LaLa.” Jacks groaned, “Stay here.”

Jacks sat up, still in his clothes from last night. He looked more disheveled than usual and headed down the stairs. You were feeling somewhat better so you hid at the top of the stairs to listen. You looked like a second Jacks. You wore his pants low on your hips laced as tight as they would go and they scrunched at your ankles. His shirt was only buttoned halfway and hung off your left shoulder and your hair stuck up in every direction defying gravity, but it was at least clean thanks to Jacks. You heard arguing at the door and your blood ran cold. Apollo.

“I know my wife is here!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jacks sighed, as if he were bored.

“I know she’s here all she does is talk about you and—“

“If your wife can’t stop talking about another man and you can’t find her in your bed at night, then maybe the problem is you.” Jacks said. You could hear the cocky grin in his words without even seeing him. “She wouldn’t be able to find this place, I don’t even know how you found this place.”

“Aurora told me where to find you.”

“Of course she did. Taking advice from yet another failure at keeping people in their bed. I don’t know what to—“

The sound of a punch cut through the inn and you gasped. You peeked around the railing. Apollo had punched Jacks clearly as hard as he could and Jacks held his jaw. It had obviously hurt him, but Jacks just laughed.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.”

“Stop!” You yelled, running down the stairs.

Jacks looked like he saw a ghost. “What are you doing?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Stop.” You repeated, “I ran to him he didn’t take me.”

Apollo was fuming and took a step forward but Jacks stood between you, “Touch her and I will separate your fucking spinal cord from your skull, Apollo, don’t test me. I’m not in the mood today.”

Apollo hit Jacks again and Jacks didn’t even flinch. He wanted to pummel Apollo to the floor, but Jacks stayed firmly planted between you two. The last thing he needed was you trying to stop the fight and getting hurt in the crossfire.

“Apollo stop! You can’t make me go!”

“You’re my wife. I can make you do anything.” Apollo said through gritted teeth.

“No.” You said holding your chin up, “You didn’t consummate our marriage so officially our ceremony is incomplete. Besides. I will only be an embarrassment to you when you bring me back.”

“And why is that?” Apollo asked, getting increasingly angrier.

“Because everyone knows you haven’t consummated the marriage, so when they find out that I am with child, your reputation will be destroyed. Especially when your heir looks suspiciously like Lord Jacks.”

“I could kill Jacks and his bastard child and let everyone know that you have unfortunately miscarried and will be trying again very soon.”

“While it’s heart warming that you want to play happy family, you will not be killing me or my child and you won’t be taking Y/n.” Jacks said. His jaw was definitely going to bruise badly, but he still played the part well. He didn’t even react to your lie about being pregnant as if he not only knew, but planned it himself. He made a show of wrapping his arm around your waist and resting a hand on your stomach as if he really were protecting his unborn child. “Even if you managed to sweep it all under the rug, your court will know and you will be weak in their eyes. So, I suggest you tell them you found your wife dead in the woods. An animal tragically got to her before you could return her body for a proper burial and you will mourn her before finding a new wife, one that actually wants you. You will stay in your castle and you will not come looking for Y/n or my child or I will make your death very slow and very painful.” Jacks paused and smirked, “Besides, it’s my name she says in her sleep. Unless you’re into hearing another man’s name on your wife’s lips in your bed when you can’t make her happy, I suggest you leave her here.”

Apollo went to punch Jacks again and Jacks sighed. He caught his fist almost as if this was simply annoying him. He twisted Apollo’s arm and Apollo whimpered in pain, “You took my wife!”

“No, you lost your wife, I found her. There’s a difference.”

Jacks let go and Apollo lunged again but Jacks hit him so hard he stumbled to the ground. “I thought you were my friend.” Apollo snarled.

“Well you’re so insufferable you lost a friend and a wife, maybe you should get that checked out. Now get out. I was busy making sure my heir stuck.”

Apollo was red with rage and Jacks was only adding fuel to the fire. Apollo finally left and Jacks burst out laughing. He wanted to kill Apollo in a million different painful ways, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t approve, so he went for the psychological damage route.

“Look at you lying and blackmailing people. Faking a pregnancy with another man after refusing to touch him is a low blow.”

“I learned it from the best.” You shrugged.

———

A few days later, Jacks brought you a newspaper. Apparently you were officially presumed dead by animal attack and another Nocte Neverending was planned for after the period of mourning. That would only be until your symbolic burial since Apollo obviously hadn’t produced a body, so hopefully soon enough Apollo was someone else’s problem officially. Your wounds were healed and you were feeling much better, especially with the good news.

“What now?” You sighed.

“Now…” Jacks said, “Now I visit a friend. You stay here.”

Jason Grace:

You and Jason had been together for several years and everything about Jason and your relationship was perfect. Jason was a perfect gentleman with manners that made elderly people in public tell you to ‘hold on to that one’. Jason was raised with tradition and duty ingrained in his head and insisted on a proper ‘courtship’ process. You weren’t complaining because it got you lots of flowers and seemingly permanently blushed cheeks. While Jason knew all about ancient Roman traditions, he knew little about Greek traditions until he was visiting you at camp half blood a few years back and heard about the apple proposals. He knew instantly he wanted to do that for you to incorporate some of your traditions into your relationship. You were now both in your twenties and had been together for several years so marriage was the next logical step in your shared life plan and Jason loved plans. You had talked about marriage and your futures and both of you agreed that it was the path you wanted. Jason wasn’t the type to just spring a proposal on you, although that part was typically traditional, Jason would break tradition to make sure you were fully part of big decisions like this. Jason knew you wanted to marry him and you knew he would eventually propose, you just didn’t know exactly when or how he would do it, just that it was happening this year. Jason knew you’d say yes, but he was still so nervous. He checked his pockets for the ring about fifteen times and gripped the perfect red apple tightly.

“Hey Jase! You said you wanted to see me?” You said, meeting him in the garden you two frequently spent time together under a flowering tree.

“Yes,” Jason said, kissing your cheek to greet you, “I have something I want to talk about.”

“Okay,” you said sitting down, “what’s with the apple? Trying to avoid the Apollo kids?”

“Well, actually it’s for you.” Jason admitted.

“Me?” You asked.

“Yes.” Jason said tossing the apple your way.

It was as if time froze. Jason was horrified because in his nervous state, he accidentally tossed the apple too high in the air and you were hit with the realization of what the apple represented. You quickly jumped up to catch the apple and tumbled to the ground with it firmly grasped in your hand. You were covered in dirt now, but you triumphantly held the apple up.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” You asked, grinning widely.

“Yes, I’m so sorry I should’ve gone about this—“

“Make it up with a kiss, my love.” You said, tugging him to tumble in the dirt with you. He pressed his lips against yours and you happily melted into the kiss.

“Will you be mine forever and allow me to be yours forever? Will you marry me?” Jason murmured as he pulled away from your lips and dug around in his pocket for the ring.

“Only if you wear an engagement ring too, my love, you’ll find I’m a jealous spouse and I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

“I’d put your name on my other arm if you asked me to.” Jason said grinning.

Percy Jackson:

Sally and Paul were bringing Estelle to Disney for her fifth birthday and insisted on you and Percy going with them. Now that Percy was a highly trained demigod, Sally insisted on doing more things with him she couldn’t risk when he was little out of fear of monsters tracking him down. Now, any monster in their right mind smelled his blood and left town.

It was your second day in Disney World and it was seven in the morning. Sally and Paul chased around an excited Estelle who was just too excited even at this hour to stay seated long enough to finish breakfast. You and Percy on the other hand, you two were tired but you weren’t missing breakfast under any circumstances. You say across from Percy still wearing your pajama and sleep still hid in your eyes. You thought you looked completely disheveled because you had literally rolled out of bed and slipped on sandals to head downstairs to the hotel breakfast. You and Percy shared your own room across the hall from Sally, Paul, and Estelle, so they had knocked on your door to let you guys know they were headed to breakfast. You had no idea how Estelle and other children had so much energy especially after a full day yesterday in Magic Kingdom. You may have thought you looked like a barely awake zombie, but something clicked in Percy. He had always loved you and you two had moved in together, he woke up to you every single day, but something about looking at you right now made him suddenly feel like he wanted— no needed to make you his even more than you already were. He adores you and he realized he never wanted to experience anything in life without you. Percy looked over at the fruit basket and suddenly an idea popped into his head. It had probably been about forty-five seconds total since the thought popped into his mind and most people thought through proposals a lot longer, but Percy was never the patient type to think before acting. Percy grabbed an apple from the basket and barely thought about it as he tossed it your way. You almost got hit in the face with it, but even though you were tired your instincts kicked in and you caught the apple last minute.

“What?” You asked before yawning, confusion and sleep in your scratchy morning voice.

“Marry me.” Percy said quickly, “Be mine forever. I don’t want to experience life without you, I want to make it official.”

“You want me to marry you? Since when?”

“Since about a minute ago. Please, I love you, I know you love me, I want that forever.”

You kissed Percy passionately just as Paul and Sally returned with Estelle who had chosen a Little Mermaid costume today.

“Are we interrupting?” Sally laughed.

“Yes,” Percy sighed, pulling away, “I was kissing my new fiance.”

“F—fiance?” Sally stammered, “When were you planning on telling us!”

“I only decided to ask her about two minutes ago and she only said yes about one minute ago.”

“Do you have a ring?” Sally asked. Percy shook his head and Sally sighed, “Well then I want a picture of you pretending in front of the castle today.”

So that’s what Percy did. He held the apple in his palm and got down on one knee in front of the castle. You truly felt like you were in a fairytale and Sally cherished the picture. When you guys returned to New York, Percy got you a very untraditional ring, but it was a sparkling blue opal ring that reminded you of him in so many ways. You absolutely loved it and couldn’t stop thinking about your future husband when you looked at your finger. You were incredibly thankful for that apple and early morning breakfast.

Frank Zhang:

Frank paced back and forth in front of your apartment so long before gathering the courage to pick you up for tonight’s date that it was a wonder he hadn’t worn a dent into the ground. This wasn’t just a regular date, Frank was planning on proposing to you. Frank was fairly certain you would say yes or he wouldn’t be asking, but he wanted everything to be perfect for his perfect future spouse. Frank had planned every single detail and had a whole mental itinerary. Most of your dates were pretty laid back, and Frank didn’t want you to guess, so he kept that itinerary a secret. There were a lot of moving parts though. Every Friday night you two went to your favorite tiny restaurant that rarely had more than four people there at a time. You two had gotten to know the family that ran it very well, so Frank had them in on it.

When you two walked in and no one else was there, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. You were completely oblivious to his plan, but he was so nervous you began to catch on to something being off.

“Frank, are you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Frank said, as his fork clattered to the floor.

You raised an eyebrow, but ultimately decided that Frank got nervous about a lot of things and if he wanted to share he would when you two got home. You continued to eat and didn’t seem to give anything a second thought until the waitress brought out fruit. This restaurant typically didn’t serve fruit and you certainly hadn’t ordered it.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“Uh, see for yourself.” Frank said grinning nervously.

Frank tossed an apple your way, but he threw it a bit too far to the right since he was nervous and you leaned just in time to catch it. You frowned when you saw something sticking out of the apple, then gasped. A ring poked out of the fruit and you had to tear your eyes from the shiny piece of jewelry to look up at Frank who looked like he might cry if you didn’t respond in the next few seconds.

“I—is this… what I think it is?”

“I had a speech.” Frank admitted.

“I’d love to hear it, but the answer is yes no matter what.” You said grinning.

Frank sighed with relief, he knew you’d say yes, but hearing it was all he needed to confidently pour his heart out to you.

Leo Valdez:

Leo thought about possibly using ratchet straps to keep his leg from nervously bouncing. Somehow, this was more nerve racking than testing his inventions that had a 90% or greater chance of blowing up in his face. Leo planned to propose to you today. You never gave him a reason to think this might blow up in his face, but Leo was a worrier. What if you woke up today and suddenly didn’t love him anymore? What if you thought he would make a bad husband? What if you didn’t want to marry him, plain and simple? A million thoughts ran through Leo’s head and he wished for once his brain would just remember whose side it was supposed to be on. Leo had about three seconds to collect himself though, because you were walking through the door.

In a panic, Leo scanned the room. Flower petals? Check. Candles? Check. The sign he forced his siblings to paint? Check. The table with all your favorite foods and cake? Check. The apple? Leo looked down in his hand to where he held the solid gold apple he had made. It was Imperial Gold from a dagger Jason had given him. Leo had almost accidentally stabbed you with that dagger when you first met because you scared him. Leo wasn’t the weapons type though, so he decided to melt it down for this gesture. ‘Here is an apple made from the dagger you almost put through my heart to symbolize me giving you my heart’ was romantic… right?

“Leo, where are you? You’ll literally never guess what I got! I stole—“ you said turning the corner to see Leo nervously standing in front of a sign that said ‘Marry Me’.

You were holding a bag of fireworks you stole from the Hermes cabin but you quickly dropped it to cover your mouth and nose in surprise. Leo gave a weak smile that suggested he was seconds from passing out and he tossed the golden apple your way before realizing what he did.

“Shit, that’s solid gold!” Leo exclaimed.

You caught it just in time before it became a projectile weapon and you started grinning.

“I believe you’re also supposed to be on one knee, Valdez.” You said, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“Oh, yeah, right.” Leo said immediately diving to one knee. “Y/n will you—“

“Yes!” You said excitedly rushing into his arms knocking him backwards. You kissed him and grinned, “I guess you can finish your speech, I think I got a little excited.” You laughed.

Leo laughed and held you close, “Y/n, I don’t know a lot of things. In the shop, everything is a lot of trial and error to find out what works and what doesn’t work. I don’t really know how my heart works, it’s been broken so many times that fixing it felt pointless, but I know now that my heart isn’t whole without you.”

You didn’t even really know why you were wasting your time and energy on Jacks. Jacks was an insufferable asshole who had tricked you and lied to you as easily as he breathed. He deserved absolutely nothing but a slap across the face and then some, yet some part of you couldn’t help but feel something for him… you just refused to label that something… until now. Very fortunately for Jacks, you had a special power you conveniently “forgot” to tell him about so he couldn’t exploit that too and it would likely be the key to breaking his curse. Your father and all the generations in your family before him are unaffected by the North’s curse on stories. A few drops of blood on the pages you wanted to read revealed the original unchanged story. Jacks had up and left with little warning so currently all of your fingers burned from pricking them so much since you could read without him becoming suspicious. You had gone through countless books and pages and you had finally started to piece together how to undo the curse on Jacks. True love was a powerful form of magic, but you didn’t believe in one true love with how many people there were in the world and how little things could change your path, especially with Jacks who had lived for so long. You also believed in multiple types of true love from the true love between lovers to sisters to friends. True love came in many different forms and definitely not only once in a life time. You had been in love in your short mortal life and that was what got you into this mess, but you were sure your ex boyfriend wasn’t your only love. Like Jacks kept liking to remind you, every curse had a ‘back door’ or a loophole. You finally stumbled upon his. The Prince of Hearts card represented unrequited love and Princess Donatella did not love Jacks back. As much as you hated to admit your feelings, because after months of being indebted and to him and lied to you knew it was wrong, a small part of you knew you had never felt like this before. You loved Jacks and a hopeful part of you thought maybe if he loved you too the love would be strong enough to break the curse.

It all started when you asked your boyfriend to go to a party with you. You never said who was hosting, but he said he had some responsibilities to catch up on at his job. Your friend who you later found out was a Fate, LaLa, was hosting, so you went alone. You planned to spend the night having fun with your friends but had stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your boyfriend there dancing with another girl. LaLa must have told Jacks and he made a deal with you. You thought he was only going to break them up with something like a fight, but he whisked the girl away and kissed her in front of your ex boyfriend. He went mad with rage and jealousy before horror when the girl died. You hadn’t wanted anyone to die and you tried running from the debt you owed Jacks, but that worked just about as well as you would expect. Now, Jacks had practically ruined your life on his quest to find a way to gain more power since the North impacted his abilities so much.

You two were currently hiding out in The Hollow lying low because Jacks bestowed the lovely gift of making you both fugitives on you, and you two had, much to your dismay, grown closer. Everyone, including yourself, told you to stay away from Jacks because loving him could only hurt you, but part of you felt sorry for Jacks. Slowly, you started piecing together the story of his life, and part of you wondered how you would turn out if you had to go through what he did. You still wanted an apology, but you had grown to love him and were willing to do anything to stop his pain so he didn’t have to put up a cold and defensive wall to protect what was left of his aching heart. Donatella Dragna might have made it beat, but you wanted to piece it back together and remind him how it feels to be safe, wanted, and loved. Your plan could end in catastrophe, but a part of you was confident enough in your abilities that you thought this would work, and if it didn’t that was a risk you were willing to take. You would rather die kissing Jacks than with a knife to the gut which was becoming a more likely outcome every single day.

When you returned to The Hollow, Jacks was already there and he was fuming. “Where were you?” He asked.

“You first.” You said, crossing your arms. Jacks stayed quiet, refusing to tell you where he had been, and you glared, “That’s what I thought.” You said slipping off your cloak, “You don’t get to leave then lecture me on leaving, blondie.”

“What did you do?” Jacks asked, noticing your bloody fingers and trying to cover his shocked expression. He wasn’t exactly used to getting his attitude dished back.

“Made a deal with a hotter fate.” You said, kicking off your boots, “A fate that did more than bite me.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was getting angrier by the minute. Jacks was the physical embodiment of jealousy and you knew that long before you came to terms with your feelings for him. Jacks would probably rather eat glass everyday instead of watch another man even glance at you, and that was only because you banned him from killing people every three seconds. It didn’t matter what Jacks was doing, the second another man showed even an inkling of interest in you, he was dropping everything he was doing to shut the man down and raging with jealousy he claimed wasn’t there.

“What were you doing?” Jacks said, this time through gritted teeth.

“What? You don’t think I could pull Poison… ooh or maybe the Assassin?” You teased, knowing good and well that he knew the chances were pretty much impossible, but it was enough to make Jacks even more jealous than he already was by adding familiar faces to the images probably racing through his mind… he deserved a little torture. “Or maybe I was off trying to get bit by a vampire.” You added for good measure. Jacks looked like he couldn’t decide between wanting to bite you himself right now or marching straight out the door to kill the other Fates and every vampire in existence at just the thought. “What, are you jealous?”

“I’m always jealous.”

“And I thought you were incapable of producing a feeling besides hatred and boredom.” You said running a bloody thumb over Jacks’s lips. He inhaled sharply and you could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest. He licked his lips and did not take his eyes off of you. For once, Jacks was at a loss for words which you didn’t think was even possible. “Jacks, I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” You murmured, knowing for at least a few minutes you were going to be putting him through agony without his permission. His thoughts were ringing in your head, what do you mean you’re sorry? You took a deep breath and sunk your teeth into your tongue until it was covered in blood. This was probably the only way you could get blood in his mouth and seal it with a kiss. Before you could lose the courage, you put your fingers in his blonde curls and brought his face to yours before he could protest. Your lips pressed into his and he instantly tried to pull away, terror in his blue eyes, but your grip on his curls kept him close.

“It’s too late now, I’ve already kissed you.” You murmured against his lips, “Kiss me Jacks, I’m yours, and only yours.”

You pushed your blood covered tongue into his mouth and he kissed you as if his own life depended on it. Red tears spilled from his eyes as his lips moved against yours and he seemed to let go of any and all self control he had.

“You’re a fucking fool, I’ve been trying to keep you alive.” Jacks whispered against your lips, the metallic taste of blood on both of your mouths now. He didn’t stop feverishly kissing you though. His lips, tongue, and teeth devoured you like a starved man.

Finally you pulled away and held Jacks’s face in your hands, “I was out reading books today, I think I found the loophole for your curse. Jacks, you were cursed to have unrequited love, it doesn’t matter who you love if they don’t love you. I love you. You’re mine. You’ll find I’m a very jealous person too, so if I was right and I survive this, you’re all mine, love. I knew you wouldn’t risk my life for yours, but I’m an adult and that was my decision to make.”

“It wasn’t worth the risk. I could’ve kept you alive. It’s my decision to not kill the girl I love.” Jacks said, not even trying to hide the pain in his voice as the walls he took so much care building tumbled down.

“Jacks, after everything you’ve been through, you deserve someone risking it all to give you peace. I know your story. All you ever did was give until there was nothing left of you to give. All I want from you is your heart, lover, I want it so I can show you the love you deserve.” You said kissing his lips before continuing, “But if I’m wrong about this, just remember that I kissed you. You didn’t do this. I did this and I would do it again in every life until you were mine.”

“You probably only have a few minutes.” Jacks murmured, tears of blood still flowing steadily, “I’ll slow your heart, but up here in the North I can probably only give you a day at most.”

“No, don’t, just kiss me. I want my heart to beat for you not because of you and I don’t want to feel tired.” You said.

For the next five minutes, Jacks kept his arms tightly around your waist and kissed you softly, never once removing his tongue from your mouth. The hunger disappeared from his kisses and it was pure emotion as if he were desperately trying to communicate how deeply in love with you he was without using words. It was the type of fairytale kisses only princesses got in happily ever afters. Love and adoration instead of obsession and possession filled every move of his lips against yours. Finally, you pulled away and brought his hand to your heart over the thin fabric of your dress. “I don’t feel dead.” You said, “And if I’m not mistaken, I don’t feel like that kiss was obsessive or possessive.”

“Most would have died by now.” Jacks admitted.

“Lover, you’re mine.” You said, holding his chin in your hand, “For ever after.”

“Five more minutes. No one has survived longer than that without me slowing down their heart.” Jacks said, still not giving himself the luxury of hope. In his mind, this was just the curse being cruel— teasing the idea of happily ever after just to yank it from him when he was starting to believe it.

He continued to kiss you, but when the five minutes went by and you were still fine, it was like a switch flipped in Jacks when he finally let himself believe that the curse was broken. He practically tossed you over his shoulder and you laughed as he took you straight to his bed. Jacks set you down gently, but he looked torn between continuing to be gentle and ruining you for any other man. He had already ruined you for any other man by simply existing, but that was beside the point.

“Lover, you haven’t been kissed by a true love in so long, savor it however you want.” You said, looking into his eyes, “You’ve already ruined me for any other man and I know you love me.”

A cocky grin broke through all the emotions Jacks was clearly experiencing, “Darling, I knew that when you were moaning my name in your sleep when you claimed to hate me and you claimed you missed your ex. I didn’t even have to touch you.”

You blushed while trying to think about when that could have happened, but Jacks answered in your mind, so many times that it has killed me to keep my hands to myself and not rub it in his pathetic face to hurt him more for daring to hurt you. Jacks did not keep his hands to himself now. He made excuses to touch you all the time, but now he planned on making you fall apart from his touch.

Jacks did not even bother trying to untie your dress and pull it off of you, he tore it and you gasped at him angrily. “I’ll get you a thousand new dresses to replace this one.” Jacks said, leaving you in your thin silk slip and lacy panties, he groaned at the sight and took more care removing your slip, because of your glare, so that you wore only the panties.

Jacks trailed kisses from your lips, down your neck, to your chest. He paused briefly to pay a little attention to each nipple with his mouth, but he seemed to be on a mission to kiss every inch of your body and leave a trail of bruises. He grazed his teeth against your hip bones before kissing the thin lace fabric that separated him from your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. Jacks ran his tongue over the wet lace and grinned.

“You’re soaked,” he said, moving to kiss your inner thighs and knees, “you think any other man or Fate could do this to you?” You grinned. He was definitely jealous. A grin was a poor decision though, “Do you?” He repeated grazing his teeth against your clothed clit.

You moaned and shook your head, hands instantly going for his hair, “No!” You gasped, “Just you, Jacks.”

“What?” Jacks teased.

“Just you, Jacks!” You whined, desperate for more friction and his mouth on you.

Jacks grinned again and tossed your panties to the floor and spent several seconds staring at your bare body in his bed. Instinctively, you felt embarrassed under his gaze and started to close your legs, but Jacks nudged your knees apart, kissing both of them.

“Absolutely not, love,” Jacks said, jealously and cockiness disappearing, “you were willing to risk your life to break my curse. I was already yours, but I will continue to be yours and show you just how much I love you for the rest of my life.”

Suddenly, you remembered the apology he owed you, “Say you’re sorry, Jacks.” You demanded, wrapping your legs around him and flipping the two of you so he laid on the bed with you straddling his hips.

“What?” Jacks asked in surprise.

You grinded your hips into his and he bit back a moan but he was focused now, “Say you’re sorry.” You repeated.

Jacks had no idea what you wanted him to apologize for, because the list of possibilities was a scroll long enough to make into wallpaper for the whole inn, but he figured if he had to ask you what to apologize for it wouldn’t be taken well. The truth was he did feel sorry for a few things he did, but most of it he felt no remorse. He was sorry for ever being the cause of your pain or suffering, but he wasn’t sorry for his many other wrongdoings. He especially wasn’t sorry for everything he did to your ex and killing the new girl, so he hoped you didn’t want him to apologize for that. Jacks would do anything for you and if you wanted him to, he would begrudgingly try, but he didn’t want to.

“You know I’m a monster, y/n. I feel no remorse for a lot of things I have done and I would do them again given the chance. My only regret is being a source of pain for you. I have wanted to kill men for far less, for simply looking at you, and I would’ve made any man who did half of the things I did to you suffer. I’m sorry I chose to hurt you and push you away. I thought if you hated me it would be easier to accept the fact that I couldn’t have you, but I also selfishly wanted you to want me as much as I wanted you. I should’ve gone to the ends of the earth to find a way to break the curse instead of giving up. I should’ve found a way to love you and keep from kissing you. I’m not sorry for being a monster, but I am sorry for being a monster towards you. I am always relentless about getting what I want, but when it came to you, I wasn’t relentless enough and that is my biggest regret. From now on I will go to the ends of the earth to make you happy even if I have to burn it to the ground.”

“I love you, Jacks of the Hollow.” You whispered, lips ghosting across his.

Jacks responded by pulling you impossibly closer and kissing you. You were frustrated with his state of undress though, he had somehow distracted you from the fact that he got you out of your clothes and he was still in his. Without pulling your lips from his, your hands shakily began undoing his buttons. Jacks grinned against your lips and bit your bottom lip which didn’t really help your hands. When you finally got through all the buttons, he sat up to shrug his shirt off, still refusing to remove his lips from yours. Now, he was sitting up with you straddling his lap with your bare chests pressed together. His grip on you was so tight you had to practically peel yourself from his arms and he groaned in disappointment.

“Fine, keep your pants on.” You laughed, moving back into his arms.

He gladly brought you back into his arms, for once his skin was slightly warm, which for him must be burning up. You could feel how tight his pants had gotten beneath you, but he seemingly was more interested in kissing you right now. His hands roamed your body, but he still held you tightly to his body as if separating you from him would physically pain him and he didn’t realize you were two separate beings. His tongue, teeth, and lips distracted you and before you realized what he was doing, his arm snaked between your bodies and you gasped into his mouth when you felt his fingers dancing along the inside of your thighs.

“Jacks,” you gasped, “please.”

“Please what?”

You glared at him and he grinned. His middle finger slowly swiped through your soaked folds. He was still too busy grinning at you cockily to kiss you, but his lips stayed pressed against yours as if the idea of his lips being anywhere else was torture. You gasped at his touch and he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Is that what you want, love? You want me to touch you?”

“Well,” you said breathlessly, “they say your kiss is worth dying for, and I risked that, so I figured the rest of the experience was just as good.”

Jacks laughed and his blue eyes darkened as he quickly pushed two fingers into your dripping cunt. You moaned and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You bit down on his shoulder to stifle the rest of the noises your throat threatened to conjure up at the feeling of Jacks’s long and calloused fingers pushing in and out of you at a relentless speed already. No warning, just Jacks reaching places you had no idea existed over and over and over again. You rocked your hips into his hand and bit him again.

“That feel good?” Jacks murmured, adding a third finger into the mix, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you, pet. How badly I’ve wanted to see you fall apart on my fingers. How badly I’ve wanted to show you how real love should look… and feel. How badly I’ve wanted to make you mine without having to pretend.”

“Oh, Jacks!” You moaned, letting your nails dig into his back as you rutted your hips against his hand. Since you were still in his lap, this angle meant every roll of your hips resulted in your clit rubbing against the palm of his hand. Your nerves were on fire and pressure kept building in your abdomen. You were close and he knew it by how hard you squeezed him.

“Good girl.” Jacks whispered, biting the cartilage of your ear lightly.

When the pressure in your abdomen finally overflowed and burst, you moaned into Jacks’s neck. Your nails scraped his back and he held you close as he continued to work you through your orgasm. Jacks had been alive a long time and there was plenty you could do without kissing, but it never felt like this. Jacks groaned and took a deep breath as he nearly finished in his pants from simply hearing and seeing you fall apart on his fingers. After all of the heartbreak the Prince of Hearts went through for centuries, he was finally in this position because someone finally loved him back. Someone finally wanted him so badly they didn’t give up on him. You weren’t just someone he pulled into a dark corner at a ball out of boredom. You were in his bed at The Hollow, trusting him with every bit of your being after risking your life just to kiss him and free him of his curse. Seeing you alive and moaning his name from his fingers after experiencing nothing but heartbreak and betrayal for so long felt good, but he knew you’d feel better which was why he fought to keep it together.

When you finally pulled his hand away from your overstimulated cunt, he pushed his fingers into your mouth. As your heart rate began to right itself, you sucked his fingers while looking up at him through your lashes. Yet again, Jacks had to use more self control than he had in a long time.

“Your pants are coming off now.” You murmured after releasing his fingers with a pop.

“Anything you wish,” Jacks said, smiling innocently with those gorgeous dimples. You pulled Jacks to stand up and you stumbled some because of your weak legs. Jacks steadied you and wrapped his arms around your waist as you began unlacing his pants. “I can see I’ve started my job off right,” he said, nipping at your neck, “but we’ll see if you can walk tomorrow. If I don’t have to carry you to breakfast I’ll have to try again until I get it right.”

“What a shame.” You said, pushing his pants and boxers to the floor.

You forgot to breathe for a moment when you realized how big he was and thought there was no way he would fit. You must’ve projected that thought though because Jacks grinned, don’t worry I have a feeling you were made just for me, love.

You blushed and began to drop to your knees but Jacks stopped you, “Not tonight. We have ever after, tonight is about you.”

“But Jacks, what about you, I—“

“Love, I haven’t gotten to kiss a girl I loved who also loves me back and have her live to tell the tale in a long time. Trust me when I tell you this is what I want. I want those pretty lips of yours on mine as I make you mine.”

You nodded and Jacks carefully placed you back on the bed as if you were a glass doll he was afraid would shatter if he was too rough. With your head on his pillows, he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your parted knees. He kissed your legs, hips, stomach, chest, and collar bones before finally setting his lips back on yours. His cock brushed the inside of your thighs and you whimpered desperately into his kisses. He gently brushed his tip through your folds, still soaked from your orgasm, and you bucked your hips forward when you felt his tip brushing your clit.

“You want this too, right? We can stop, I—“

“Jacks, make me yours.”

Jacks’s eyes darkened and that was all he needed. He pushed into you inch by inch easily because of how dripping wet you were. Both of you moaned as he fully sank into you, but the beautiful sounds were swallowed up by the kiss.

“Fuckin’ made for me.” Jacks muttered against your lips. You subconsciously squeezed your walls around him at those words and the moan he let out was more of a whimper.

“Yours.” You whispered.

“Mine.” Jacks replied as he began to roll his hips into yours.

He started out slow and you felt the pleasure so deep inside of you that you weren’t even sure where to label that part of you. Your spine was on fire and the stretch and pressure his cock provided had you desperately clawing at his back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and you both groaned at the new, deeper angle. Jacks kissed you more desperately now and his hips sped up as if he just found out that you two were in fact separate beings and that angered him. His tongue was deep in your mouth while his tip was likely leaving bruises on your cervix. His forearms were on either side of your head so almost all of his weight was on top of you as he slammed his cock into you repeatedly. He didn’t want to crush you, but it was clear that in this moment he wanted to be as close as physically possible to becoming one with you. You were surprised when the red tears began streaming down his face.

“Jacks?” You panted finally pulling your mouth from his.

“I love you.” He said, crashing his lips back into yours, “I love you.” He repeated against your lips before pushing his tongue back into your mouth.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, but you stretched them out tangle up with his legs before using that as leverage to flip the two of you over so Jacks was the one beneath you. Jacks finally pulled away from kissing you, looking confused but you kissed him again, “Mine.” You said biting his lip, “You’re mine and I was never pretending, Jacks.” Jacks groaned and let his head fall back, the bloody tears streaming back now with gravity, painting his face more with blood. You took the opportunity to bite his neck, leaving a mark he probably wouldn’t bother to cover along with the plethora of other marks you were leaving. His hands rested on your hips as you slowly grinded into his pelvis, but you took his wrists and pinned them above his head. “You’re mine Jacks of The Hollow, and anyone who says otherwise might have me starting to take after you with my problem solving skills.”

Jacks grinned and bucked his hips into yours. He clearly fucking loved the idea of you being possessive over him the same way he was about you. He was so used to cursed or unrequited love that you simply calling him yours and being jealous made his cock twitch inside of you. His dimples and wide smile deeply contrasted the now drying bloody tears.

“Seems like you have a weakness too, lover.” You teased as you rose and fell a little more every time. “The big bad fate is such a mess beneath me. Are you going to be good for me?”

Jacks groaned and bucked his hips once again. Jacks who had a reputation for being cold and sadistic was putty beneath you. Even as he became more human by loving you, he was still bigger and stronger than you by far. You pinning his wrists above his head absolutely did nothing to restrain him, but when you called him yours and rode him like you were doing now, he might as well have been paralyzed in place. You picked up the pace and your legs burned but you just distracted yourself with Jacks’s lips. Both of you were too far gone to even concentrate on kissing, so it was moreso you two breathing heavily into each other’s mouths and devouring every moan or whimper the other had to offer and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I—I’m not going to last.” You warned.

“Let go, I’ve got you, I’ve always got you my love.” Jacks said, easily breaking his wrists free to guide your hips so you didn’t have to do the work anymore. His brain instantly kicked back in after shutting off as you road him and whispered praises against his lips.

You gladly let him take over and cried out as he slammed your hips to meet his cock fucking up into you. You had sex before and you had touched yourself, but it was never like this. You screamed out his name and a few thrusts later he was finishing too. He rutted his hips into yours as you two both worked through your orgasm, burying his cum deeper inside of you.

“Mine.” Jacks murmured as he slowed to a stop.

“Yours.” You sighed.

Jacks didn’t move, he only held you close. You rested your head on his chest and were practically falling asleep when you finally sat up some.

“You meant it, right?” You asked.

“Meant what?”

“All of it. You didn’t just say it because—“

“I meant every last word and then some that I didn’t manage to say. You’re mine, I am yours, and I love you.” Jacks interrupted.

“I love you too.” You said, settling back down to lay on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.

“So has your view on real kisses and love changed since you made your deal with me?” Jacks asked.

“Are you asking if you’re better than my ex?” You scoffed.

“Yes, but I figured flat out asking that when my cock is still buried in your pretty little cunt is in bad taste and I’m trying to be a changed man now that I seemingly have a fully functioning heart and feelings.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pretended like his question was in poor taste. “I don’t know.” You said slowly raising your hips from his. You both groaned as he slipped out, but you stumbled out of bed, barely able to walk, “Let’s find out. I’ve never had an orgasm that kept me off my feet.” You said grinning at him, “I’ve always been able to put my clothes back on like nothing happened.” You said, pulling his shirt on. You didn’t bother buttoning it and gave him a lopsided grin from where you stood holding onto the bed for balance. You knew damn good and well your legs would not move, but for once you felt like feeding Jacks’s ego and letting him come to your rescue, especially if that meant talking him into carrying you downstairs since you had unknowingly worked up an appetite. Jacks couldn’t take his eyes from you. Your hair was wrecked, bite marks littered your body, his shirt hung lazily on your shoulders covering absolutely nothing, and his cum was dripping down your thigh. You grinned as you took one shaky step and he was out of bed just as quick to catch you as you stumbled.

“Of course you’re better, Jacks, you can hear my thoughts you should know.”

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“And I just wanted you to get out of bed and carry me. I’m starving.”

“Well, let’s get you downstairs,” Jacks said picking you up bridle style and not even bothering to put a scrap of clothing on, “you can have pie and I can have your cunt.”

“Again?” You laughed as he carried you down the stairs with ease. He was in a state similar to you. His blonde curls were wild, he had bite marks and scratch marks everywhere, and his still half hard cock dripped with your combined arousal. His legs seemed perfectly fine enough to carry you though.

“Unless I’ve fucked your brain to mush like your legs, you will recall I have used my fingers and cock, I haven’t gotten to taste you, so no, not ‘again’. Now that you’re mine, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“And the way you look at me tells me you like it.”