#jacks x reader

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.”

She was never the believing type. In fact, she was a complete opposite. However, when her best friend told her about the famous Prince of Hearts, she thought she could believe just for a while. Her intentions were not motivated by love, but by vengeance. So she has gone on an adventure, looking for a magical door leading to the Fate’s chapel. 

The night was cold, the wind was blowing through her cape, despite the girl’s efforts to keep it closed. The sky twinkled with the stars that decided to appear that night, showing the way to her revenge. She cursed under her breath when she bumped into a stranger. She tightened her cloak around her, and continued on walking to the church. She was freezing, she felt how her cheeks reddened because of the wind, how her fingers started to feel like icy stones, her thoughts drifted to the description of the church given to her by her best friend.

“It only looks like a regular building here in the south, but it has no doors to be found at first, you must be worthy to enter such a place,” Evangeline said, making dreamy eyes at the single thought of magic, y/n only rolled her eyes, thinking it was just a gimmick, made to deter people from somebody’s home. 

Y/n stumbled in her slippers, she knew that she should have chosen a better pair for such an endeavour. She put her hand on a wall of the closest building and righted herself. She looked at it and noticed that it was some kind of a chapel, but when she tried to see the big door that should be in the middle of the main wall she stopped breathing, there was no door. 

She quickly corrected her slipper and went on with looking for a secret passage. She hadn’t believed Evangeline when she had said that one needed to be worthy of entering the church, but her heart started hammering in her chest at the thought. 

She took careful steps around the west walls of the church, there the wind was so strong that her cloak troubled with her vision and y/n couldn’t focus on the task. Just when she neared the corner, she heard a bell. It was ringing so loudly that even the irritating wooshes of the wind couldn’t stop it. 

“Interesting,” she murmured, making her way towards the bell. It was small for making such a noise, but the gold was illuminating the moonlight as if somebody had spent days or weeks on polishing it. She pulled out a dagger out of the little pocket in the bodice of her dress, piercing her finger with it waiting for a drop of blood to appear. Y/n wasn’t the type to fret at every little sound, but in that moment, with her back turned from the street and her ears focused on every little sound, she felt a bit alert. She pressed her bloodied finger on a brick and heard something.

She could not believe her eyes when she saw the door spring out out of nowhere. It was a redwood door with a dark handle, waiting to be opened - or so she thought. When the door creaked, revealing the dark corridor possibly leading to the altar. She squinted her eyes, trying to see in the dark, however there was no light in the building. She made a careful step inside, touching the walls in order to navigate her way towards the inside. Y/n heard a loud sound, she turned around and saw the door closing behind her. The hair on her neck rose, however determined as she was, she proceeded with her plan. She wanted to see smirk wiped out of his face, his heart as broken as her was when she had found out the truth, the tears in his eyes when he would realise what had just happened. 

She entered the main room with the altar, the wind was gusting even harder in the spacious room, creating the goosebumps on y/n’s skin. She trembled, but made her way towards the altar and the sculpture of the infamous Prince of Hearts. 

Evangeline had described him, the golden locks and the handsomest face a girl could ever see. “And of course, his lips that can lead you to your death, as his kiss is worth dying for,” Evangeline had dreamed on, her pupils dilated and her lips parted. Y/n’d rolled her eyes, criticising the idea of whatever legend and myth it was. 

“Oh and he cries bloody tears while the girl is dying in his arms,” Evangeline had chirped, “isn’t it romantic?”

“Killing every girl you kiss? Intentionally?” 

“No! Crying blood because of it,” Evangeline had screamed out.

“You need a new definition of romantic.”

Y/n noticed a boy, kneeling, ripping his shirt to threads, but decided not to comment on that. If it made him feel better, who was she to interrupt? She came closer to the statue, her neck prickled with the sensation of being watched, but she paid no mind to it. She gathered the skirt of her bottle green dress and kneeled down in front of the sculpture. She cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts. 

“Well,” she started, not knowing how to word her prayer. “There is this boy,” she cringed at the sentence, letting out a bitter laugh and closing her eyes. “Of course there is a boy, I wouldn’t be here otherwise. Anyhow, he betrayed my mind and my heart. I found him last week in a rather hot embrace with my cousin and I felt such a suffocating rage at him,” she took a deep breath, readying herself for the request. “I want him to suffer, I want his heart to shatter when he falls in love with a girl and he inevitably betrays her like he betrayed me, I want him to never find his one true love, I want him to be miserable.”

She opened her eyes and looked around expecting a whoosh of wind and a man appearing out of it, however nothing like this happened. 

“Your life truly is a tragedy,” a voice sounded from behind her back. As she turned around, she saw the same boy who had been ripping his shirt, making careful steps in her direction. He was beautiful, his hair indeed, was golden and the smirk that was playing on his lips created a dimple in his cheek. “I favour your desire to make it his as well,”

He stood beside her and she stood up, not wanting to feel smaller than him. However, he was taller than her, she reached his chin and when she looked straight into his eyes, she noticed how cool of a blue shade they were. They reminded her of ice she had once seen when she had travelled with her father to the North as a child. She reminded herself how much she had missed North. 

“He is a traitor, I wish he got what he deserves. You can turn him into a frog for all I care” 

“Hence, you came here to make a deal with the Fate? So as to turn a boy that betrayed you into a frog” he questioned, circling her. In his hand he had an apple she hadn’t noticed before. She frowned when she noticed the peculiar colour of it. 

“Why is your apple white?” 

“Magic, love,” he bit down on it, “Just like whatever happens next, when we make a deal.”

Y/n’s eyes rolled at his words, she crossed her arms on her chest. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, it is simple, love,” the Fate started, “In case you want him to never be able to find love, I want you to only kiss one person until the end of your life.”

“What?” her eyes widened at the request. “Whatever person of my choice?”

“No, silly,” the Fate came to her and lightly touched her nose, tinting her cheeks pink. “Your true love,” the apple that was in his hand gone. 

“And how should I know I met them?” 

“Trust me, you shall know,” he lightly took her wrist, circling his fingers around it. “Do we have a deal?”

“How should you know I fulfilled my part?” her curiosity was out of the roof, she stopped caring about the wind blowing up her hair, only the warmth in her stomach that the Fate had caused. 

“Trust me, love, I will never stop observing you,” his words sounded both like a sweet promise and like a threat. “Do we have a deal?” he repeated, bringing her wrist closer to his mouth. 

“Yes,” she whispered, almost closing her eyes. 

She felt him biting down on her skin, hard. Her lips parted with a scream and a desire to break her hand free, however the Fate was holding it firmly. When she managed to pry it, she noticed a scar in a shape of an apple. She hugged her wrist and looked at him, with wrath in her gaze. 

“I had always shook hands while making a deal,” she spat out. 

“That is an old-fashioned way, love,” he smiled at her. “Well, now that boy will turn into a frog and only his true love is able to turn him back,”

“Hmm,” she let go of her hand, taking a step back. “Do you know who she is?” 

“No,” he started making his way towards the exit. “I wouldn’t look for her, if I were you,”

“Why?” she frowned.

“Heartbreak, I suppose” he was almost out of the door. 

“Wait!” she hurried after him. “What is your name?”

He stopped, waiting a heartbeat. “You can call me Jacks,”

•○🌑○•

So.

The first time he saw you, he was gone

You were just sitting in the library, completing assignments.

He was visiting to return a book.

He just decided to take a walk through the library, and he came upon you, bent over a desk and scribbling away furiously

He watched your tongue sticking out in concentration as you underlined an important sentence, a small grin forming when it came out just like you wanted

Boy just kept staring

You, feeling eyes on you, glanced up

It was that famous, quiet guy from your literature class

Your jaw dropped a little, wondering why he was staring at you, of all people he could look at

Also because he is just that jaw dropping-ly, heart breaking-ly and brain frying-ly gorgeous

(Sorry for that last line lol)

After staring at you for a moment, thinking about how beautiful your eyes were with the sunlight hitting you at that perfect angle, Jacks looked away, his face emotionless, and walked off

You were hurt to say the least

He was one of the very few guys you assumed would not be an asshole

And here he was

Being an asshole

Whatever, You thought, I have better things to do than being hurt over some blonde guy

A week later, you were running late, and so you did not pack any food with you like you usually did

You decided to go get something from a nearby cafe to eat in your free classes

When you were about to leave campus to go to this cafe, someone stepped in your path

You glanced up, meeting the blue eyes of the quiet guy

He extended his hand to you, a juicy apple in it

You simply blinked at him

He cleared his throat before speaking

"I overheard your friend saying you didn't bring anything to eat."

You are still confused, but at this point, a blush is starting to climb up you neck

He starts to look doubtful of himself, so you quickly grab the fruit

"Thank you. You did not have to-"

"You're welcome"

And boy BOOKS it lol

he is worried you'll think he is weird, so he does not want to embarrass himself more than he already has

You jut stare after him, your heart fluttering

you smile at his retreating back before turning and heading to where you know your friends are

Not realising that, on the sticker stuck to the apple was a phone number

You don't realise until your friend points it out to you

That night, you text him.

"And that is how mommy and daddy started dating"