I wrote this on a flight and other parts in a bathtub, on my phone, so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry!!

And uh I'm super impatient so everything may seem super rushed.
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Bad enough that Percy had the Titan King as his boyfriend.

Bad enough that Kronos wanted him to sleep in the same place as him.

But why did Kronos not let go of Percy's hand the moment they reached Othrys?

With a flash, Percy and Kronos had appeared at the gates of the massive palace.

Columns held up the massive domed ceiling, and thin veins of gold spread through the dark marble walls, very similar to the walls of the Othyrian throne room.

Percy looked around in awe.

"Better get used to it," Kronos said. "This is your new home,"

Percy's mood changed faster than Zeus changed his girlfriends.

"This will never be my home," Percy said, casually looking around. "More like my prison."

Scowling, again, Kronos led Percy through the massive palace. He did not let go of Percy's hand as they walked through long corridors and winding stairs. Finally, they reached large, oak doors, which opened as soon as Percy and Kronos neared.

It opened up to a massive room, but Percy's gaze was fixed upon one thing.

"Uh, why are there two beds?"

Kronos raised an eyebrow, and smirked, giving Percy a sideways glance, and Percy realised what he had said.

"No! No, no, no, that's not what I meant!" Percy's face flushed gold. Kronos's lips curled into an amused smile.

"You're cute when you're flustered. Has anyone told you that?"

Percy spluttered, unable to form words.

"Not to worry though. A single bed for the both of us can be arranged," with a flick of his hand, the two beds moved towards each other, and fused to form one large bed. Kronos finally let go of Percy's hand and stalked towards the bed. He turned towards the bed before pausing and glancing back at Percy, who was still deep gold in the face.

"Weren't you ready to fall asleep a few minutes ago?" He asked smoothly, earning another glare.

Percy walked towards his side of the bed. Out of the blue, Kronos grabbed his wrist and pulled Percy close.

For a moment, Percy was unaware of what was happening. Then the next, he was locked in an embrace with Kronos. Their lips touched, and Percy inwardly smiled.

He melted into the kiss, his mind blank.

He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be so happy. This was the Titan King, the reason why many of his friends were dead or suffering.

But at that moment, nothing mattered. It was just him and Kronos.

Kronos smelled of coffee. Percy loved coffee.

Then Kronos pulled away and Percy could think straight again.

"What in Tartarus was that?" He snarled at Kronos's back, who walked away like nothing had happened.

"A good night kiss for my boyfriend. Do mortals not do that?"

Scowling harder, his face a deep gold, Percy buried his face in his pillow. The many candles in the room snuffed out, leaving the two in total darkness.

A few minutes had passed, and Percy was just about to fall into Morpheus's realm when the unimaginable happened.

Kronos had swung a leg over Percy's, and he was fast asleep, his chest gently moving up and down with each breath. He looked at peace, like a mortal guy, not an immortal, evil Titan King.

Percy stared at the immortal, and within moments, he fell into a deep sleep,  dreaming about a certain Titan Lord who he would always be in denial of liking.

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Turns out Kronos wasn't the only one who moved when he slept.

The next morning, Percy found that his head was buried in Kronos's bare chest, his and Kronos's legs were tangled and Kronos's chin was resting on Percy's head.

Percy tried to calm himself down, but it didn't work. He then gently untangled himself. He looked back at the Titan, before biting his lip. He then uncertainly, but gently placed a kiss on Kronos's forehead.

Then, rather heroically, Percy fell out of his bed, flashed away, and appeared under the covers of his bed in Cabin Three, panting heavily.

Ok? Percy thought, slowly getting up. He changed into a fresh set of clothes, a slightly destroyed Camp t-shirt, and his slightly destroyed jeans.

About to open the cabin door by himself, the door was slammed open by none other than the one and only Valentina Diaz.

"Percy?" Valentina gasped, "Where were you earlier today? I came by to tell you something, but you weren't here!"

"Uhh, I was at my mom's place, I spent the night there," He lied through his teeth, giving Valentina a forced smile. She raised an eyebrow, but Percy knew that she knew he was lying.

Valentina handed him a poster, with a grin on her face.

"Hope to see you!" She gave him a wink and was about to walk away when Percy suddenly tapped her shoulder.

"Uhh, Valentina, Annabeth and I broke up... I can't go," Percy said. Valentina giggled.

"Nobody said it had to be her. There are dozens of girls and guys at Camp who would give anything to go with you. Think about it, or I'll have Piper charmspeak you into coming to the Valentine's Day Dance!"

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At night, Percy stood in his cabin, waiting for The Great Othyrian Pickup Services, also known as Kronos, with the Valentine's Day Dance in mind.

He probably couldn't go with a girl from Camp. Hermes had already said that his guy was possessive.

So he erased taking a date to the Dance. He'd probably go and put up some water shows and provide drinks for the campers.

Or maybe not go at all.

With a flash, Kronos appeared. He held out his hand, and with a smirk, he took them both to their bedroom.

"So... How was Camp today?" Kronos asked slowly as if he were afraid of what his answer would be.

As if.

"Uh... It was okay..." Percy said.

"So... Nothing about a certain... Valentine's Day Dance?" Kronos asked as he picked up a bronze statue on the bedside table. He twirled it around his fingers, before shifting his gaze back up to Percy's.

Kronos had probably known about the Dance. He was King after all.

"Yeah, there is," Percy said. "I'm not planning on going, there is no one I can go with,"

Kronos raised an eyebrow. "What am I to you?"

Percy paled, realising what Kronos meant. "You want to go to the Dance with me?"

Kronos smirked.

"How much more obvious could I have made it?" he smiled.

"And Percy... I want you to know, that for peace I could have kept you as my lieutenant, a random soldier in my army but no. I chose to have you as my equal, as the other King, ruling Othrys at my side because I genuinely love you." Kronos continued, his gaze lidded with something that looked like a mixture of nervousness and sadness.

Percy was taken aback by Kronos's sudden change of tone.

Kronos looked into Percy's eyes, and sea green met gold. For the first time Percy saw. Countless times he had looked into his eyes, but this time he saw.

The Titan King was ancient, he had seen a lot. Some would say it was too much. He had lost many people. His children loathed him.

He was always seen as the weak, runty one out of his siblings, but he had managed to become their King.

Percy respected that.

But he was supposed to hate him, not sympathize with him.

Supposed to.

But it was never a must.

But again, Kronos was known as The Crooked One.

That night, Percy wanted to make the first move.

With one hand, he cupped Kronos's face and brought him close. Their foreheads touched, and Percy took a deep breath before he kissed Kronos.

Kronos had definitely not been expecting that.

Kronos let out a soft groan that caused a smile to appear across Percy's lips. Percy's fingers, which seemed to have had a mind of their own, slowly crept around Kronos's waist, pulling him closer.

What the fuck was he doing?

Kronos pulled away, and his golden eyes blazing. He ran a shaky tongue over his top teeth, which seemed too sharp too be human.

"I love you, so fucking much," he whispered, his voice soft. Why was the Titan Lord so... nice? Why the sudden change of behavior towards him? It was too good to be true, almost like the Titan wanted something from him.

Percy pushed those thoughts aside. The Titan in front of him gently held Percy's chin and pushed it upwards, so Percy's gaze met his.

A slow, lopsided smile began to form on Percy's face. "Don't worry. I'll always hate you."