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JK | Hieros Gamos (II)

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Summary: After a fight with Jungkook that leaves y/n even more confused than before, one last argument with her family has her running to find her own answers. One of those answers, was already waiting at the door for her.

Paring: God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!reader

Genre: greek gods!au, soulmate!au, smut, angst, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: family arguments, confused reader, running away, mentions of past war/murder, secrets reveled, flirting, past masturbation mentioned, inexperienced/virgin!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, thigh riding, clothed sex, horny jk, kinda dom!jk, nipple play, jk is just so much in loveeee~

A/N: This part is much longer than part 1, so sit back and get comfy! I’m really getting into this mini-series now, and this part is a doozy. Secretes are revealed, connections are strengthened as well as broken, and I may have hinted at what y/n’s powers actually are… hehe. Enjoy part 2!

Part I | Part III

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Time has always been different for gods. A year for mortals is a blink of the eye for gods. That’s why when a month past since you last saw your invisible friend, you didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

A month should have been nothing, but in reality it was everything. Knowing him for so long, and being in the dark about the world for so long, the longest you’ve been okay with staying away from him was for a few days because talking to your family was like reading ancient script from a wall. But after the fight you two had, where you couldn’t help your anger from not only your family keeping secrets from you but your best friend too, it really hurt you.

Still does.

Your family has been asking what’s wrong, and you always have an excuse. Not wanting to tell them the truth, or admit it out loud, either. That someone they don’t know about is haunting your mind. Your friend has always haunted your mind, though. It just wasn’t until night fell that you allowed him too. When his voice would tickle your ears and consume your mind, you always found yourself reaching under your dress to feel just how much his voice alone affected you.

But you don’t want to think about that right now. You want too scrub your frustrations away into this piece of clothing that you have been washing for the past twenty minutes. You don’t want to think about how pretty his voice sounds... or how much you long to touch him just once... not even how you imagine his lips-

You scream out your frustration, hating yourself for letting these thoughts consume your every waking thoughts, and then start scrubbing the piece of clothing even harder. Making the water in the basin slosh around so much that it tips over the edge in small waves.

“Wo-wo, there little miss! Worrying about things that haven’t happened yet, shouldn't affect the clothing,” Your aunt, Clotho, pushed her hands out to you like that would somehow sooth your frustration.

You blow out a puff of hot air, and instead of giving your aunt any of your attention, you take the wet piece of clothing, and the rest of the clothing that have gone unwashed, and leave the room. That doesn’t stop your aunt, including your other aunt, and mother, from searching for you later.

It was while you were sitting on a ridge of the cave that looked out to the rest of the world. The only spot in the entire cave that could be considered a window when compared to a normal home. You look out at the dead earth that surrounds the cave, taking note of a soul that's drifted too far away from the entrance of the underworld and how it soon dissipates into thin air. Probably grabbed by the reaper of souls or even the River Styx’s guardian.

You longed for a life like there's. Even if something as messily and gruesome like reaping dead souls, and rowing those souls across a river doesn’t sound at all fun, but it’s better than being stuck in a cave for all of eternity for no reason. This isn’t even your job, and your stuck here! Not because of a godly punishment, or because you even wanted to be stuck here. Your birth in this spot was the only reason.

The fates coined this cave as there's, so this is the spot people travel to when they want to seek out their abilities. You, on the other hand, don’t have a single power that leads people to find you in this cave. Heck, you don’t even know what powers you have worth something like that. You’ve never had the courage to go searching or practicing for it. You can choose to leave—or you should have the choice to leave—to go find out exactly that, but yet, you’re still here.

“Why- “the long-“ “face, darling.”

Unlike most people, you don’t find the fate sister’s talking annoying when they speak like this. Your brain is wired for it now, after spending every day since birth hearing it.

“You know why,” You say without looking at the fates.

The fates glance at each other, and all three of them shrug their shoulders at the same time.

“We can't read your mind, daughter.”

“Trust me-” “We’ve tried.” “Ow!”

You grin when you hear your aunt, Lachesis, yelp in pain from undoubtedly getting smacked in the back of the head by your mother. Not because you find your aunt’s pain enjoyable, but you love the bound the three fate sisters have. You also knew they tried readying your mind before, but I guess that’s just a part of one of your own useless abilities worth mentioning. Although, having the ability to keep even your own fate and mind as off limits to them is special in its own way. Otherwise they would have found out about your invisible friend and that’s a no-go.

“Nothing any of you can fix. How about that.” You say rhetorically like you’re breathing out air. Knowing no matter what your frustrations are, it will be heard by the wrong ears to know about them. The fates never wanting to give you clear answers.

You look over at the three of them when a moment of silence has passed, and they’re all wearing the same expression: unconvinced. Unconvinced that they can’t solve your problem, which they can. They just choose not to help. Granted, an hour ago your focus was more on your invisible friend, but now that your family is in front of you, they just remind you of what’s been bothering you for what feels like forever.

You roll your eyes at them. “Fine! You want to know what’s wrong?” Your harsh wording make their eyes widen, but they all sober at the same time. Always ambiguous with their emotions. “I want to leave.”

That makes the fates break up in a frenzy. All three of their minds racing at what you just admitted.

“You can’t!” Aunt Clotho shouts. “Why would you?” Aunt Lachesis questions. “You won’t,” Your mother, the most inflexible of them all, Atropos, demands.

You huff out in anger, sliding off the ledge of the cave you’ve been looking out on, and stomp your feet like a child. “Why not? I hear story after story of the world outside of this cave. I want to explore it. I want to live out there.”

Your mother steps forward, breaking up the placement she usually stands in next to her sisters. “Y/n, darling, you can’t. Your travels will lead you down rocky paths. One’s that have sharp rocks, and dark fellow travelers.”

You grit your teeth, hating the riddle she just bestowed on you. “How would you know? None of you can see my fate!” They all gasp in unison. “And I’m done being told I’m going to die if I leave this cave! Your all so- so - ugh!”

You smack your sides harshly, unable to put into words what you were never given to announce your hatred of their constant protectiveness. Instead of letting any of them sway your decision, you walk away from them. They don’t follow you, and that’s how you want it this time. They never do follow you.

Never for you.

You run right into your room, and pack a bag. The only reason you didn’t do this eons ago is because you had a friend you didn’t want to leave behind, but your done waiting for answers from him too. Your done waiting for answers that are right outside this cave. Answers to questions you’ve not even let your mind wonder too for awhile.

You know who your father is. He’s the main reason you thought your family wanted to keep you locked up in a cave like this, but you always wondered how having a primordial god as a father was possible, and why he bestowed your mother the gift of pregnancy—a gift he shouldn’t have been able to give.

Another question that floated into your mind a lot: What were the other gods like in person? You’ve seen only few come in and out of the fate’s cave. One being the queen of the underworld herself, but that was many moons ago. Is there a moon god? There must be. You knew of the house of Nyx, and about all her children that your family warned you away from. Aunts and uncles that’s blood was so taped your family didn’t consider them their own blood since the war. But, who was the one that resided as the personification of your favorite rock in the sky? The part of the sky that keeps the tides calm?

You have so many questions, but one question...

One question that should have been answered for you years ago, but only you could answer… who are you? Who are you really? That’s a question you can only answer yourself, and it’s the hardest one to answer. An answer you’ll only find by leaving this cave and exploring the rest of the world.

You finish packing a satchel that you made for yourself one day while you were board. You look down at the many sewed in fabrics, and run your hand across it. Although you had fate’s blood in you, sewing wasn’t really much of your thing. You were pretty good at it, though. This being your first and last piece of fabric you ever sewed, and it still being kept together even though you made it years ago. Something you sewed while talking to your invisible friend…

Your eyes become glossy when you think about leaving him, but you shake your head at the thought. This is no time for second guessing yourself. He made his choice to keep you in the dark, and that was the end of it. No turning back.

You pick up your bag, hoist it over your shoulder, and head for the entrance of the cave.

☙❦❧

It wasn’t your fault everyone around you kept life outside these cave walls a secret. It wasn’t your fault that your only friend kept his life a secret, either. Truthfully, it was all formed in a plan to protect you. Protect you from the god who would want to smite you down for just being who you are.

The daughter of Atropos, the inflexible fate that could cut a lifespan at a flick of her wrist. See anyones future thoughts, and present and past thoughts too because of her connection to her sisters. But even with all these gifts she bestowed upon you, your fathers adventures mind took over. You were nothing like him, not really, and the fates were all too young to remember what he was like unpersonified.

So when he came as a ghostly figure, one that not even Jungkook could touch, your mother did not believe him when he told her his name. When he told her he wanted to make a god with her, she believed him even less. But you we’re born somehow. Not by hieros gamos, or even the shaping of clay. A simple poke to Atropos’s belly and she had you within nine months.

Who knew someone so infertile, could make a goddess like Atropos plump like she was? She never got answers as to why he wanted to make your mother pregnant, and besides casting your fate before your birth, none of the fates had a say in your life. Not to the extent they were used to, at least.

But your father was still your father, as absent as he was. Telling you who your father is was the last time any of the fates bestowed you with knowledge of your life. Not that Zeus would want to kill you for having such a Titian like power. Not how you somehow formed a connection with the god of death before you even hit two hours old. But the name of your father they did tell you. It was something trivial to them because even if you wanted to meet him, you really couldn’t. Not unless he wanted you to.

Your father is the name of a personification, and the name of a place that mortals and gods alike feared to be sent too one day.

His name was Tartarus.

And that’s exactly where you planned to go.

☙❦❧

The second your feet crunch against the open worlds surface, Jungkook’s wings itched. He knew you were out of the cave the second you breathed in the toxic airs. Luckily, he was already in the underworld, talking to Hades about plans with the overflowing amount of souls that have been coming in lately. One second Jungkook was there… then the next second he wasn’t. Feeling the pull to you instantly, and having no thoughts of trying to repent it.

“I’m not sure, Jungkook. Don’t you think-“ Hades turns in the direction of where Jungkook once stood. He glances around the throne room, seeing no one but Persephone there with him. “Where’d he go?”

Jungkook has never flew faster in his life. Even during the war, he never flapped his wings this hard to pick up speed. With that thought, he slowed his pace a bit. Right when he got in front of Charon to think about what exactly he was going to do. You are out of the cave. You are free. The fates and him never discussed what he was allowed to do if you ever did that! He hasn’t thought about the possibility of you leaving in years.

But there you were, in his line of sight now. Outside of the cave and walking towards the entrance to the underworld.

He looks around at the lost souls, seeing you right at the edge of them. To far away to see him, but at the same time, you’ll be deciding to walk through the souls and see him soon. You don’t know enough about the world to go too deep or understand anything about the underworld. The fates cave being at the outer edge of it all.

Charon, the person that allows souls to cross the River Styx, looks over at his winged brother. He’s frantic. Pacing back and forth along the shore, wings sucked into his body, and he’s constantly putting on and taking off his hood. Like he’s not sure how he wants to look right now: dark and mysterious, or like an open book and angelic. Charon would usually ignore the god of deaths antics, but he’s scaring away the souls that have tolls for him. Even if they’re just spirits, there’s more mortals than nymphs around. Seeing the god of death’s skeleton form is making them all cower away from the shore and the deity.

“Jungkook, why must you pace here?”

Jungkook doesn’t stop looking towards you. You’re still trying to figure out how to get through the crowd of souls that you, in all rationality, could just walk through.

“I-I… nothing,” Is all Jungkook can say in response to Charon’s question. Paying him no mind and only focusing on what’s important to him right now.

Charon raises a curious eyebrow. Never seeing Jungkook so flustered before. Jungkook has always been a confident god. One that would use his sickle and deathly face to scare others away from him if needed, and didn’t care how other’s perceived him for it. But now, he doesn’t even have the sickle! Leaving it in the throne room where he was once talking to Hades in.

He follows Jungkook’s line of sight, and sees a women standing at the other side of the mass of souls.

“You could just go and talk to her, you know?”

Jungkook stops his pacing, looks over at Charon and squints his eyes at him like that was the stupidest thing he’s heard all day. “I can't just do that!”

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t know me.”

“Then why are you pacing the shores like you’re trying to reheat the sand?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, and continues his pacing. “Because I can.”

It’s Charon’s turn to roll his eyes. One soul has become brave enough to pass Jungkook, only glancing at the being she only sees as bone. Giving Charon the coin her living loved ones buried her with. She enters the boat, and Charon hopes other’s will be as brave as this mortal to pass the skeleton of a man... but no one does.

As cool and collected as Charon usually is, there has already been problems with too many souls in the living world dying because of the war between countries, so having problems on the shores would not be good either. Although no one has made a fuss about the line to the boat not moving yet, souls tend to get antsy after awhile, especially if they have no coin to give the boatman to begin with.

“You know a person has to give me a coin to cross the River Styx, don’t you Jungkook?” Without looking at the boatman, Jungkook nods his head. “You should probably make sure she has one. If she wants to cross, that is. She does know that, doesn’t she?”

Jungkook stops his pacing again, digging his boots into the sand as he stops. You probably don’t know that, but that’s not what makes Jungkook stop in his tracks. He sees the souls around him, scared to even look at him, but he doesn’t care about that either. None of them are moving in the like besides the one mortal women that entered the boat. Starting a crowded line even though some of them probably don’t even have a coin to cross.

Jungkook has seen what happens when souls get frustrated. He also sees the bag you’re holding. All it takes is one soul to realize...

“Are you alive?”

Scratch Jungkook’s thoughts from before. Now he's never flown faster in his life.

☙❦❧.

You were waiting in the line of souls to get on the boat, not wanting to be rude and pass right through them, when an older male soul asked you, “Are you alive?”

You look over at the ghost of a man, not knowing what to say. Although your family has told you very little about the world, you know that souls tend to grab onto anything living. You only knew this because it was one of the fates sayings they used to say to you so much. A saying that always made you jitter in the cold even if it was warm where you lived.

Every mortal is afraid to die. So afraid, that even after death they will fight to live.

You glance around, realizing other souls have turned around to look your way. All of them wanting to look at the living girl that took the one souls attention. You try to lie, but even to you is sounds false, “N-no! Just waiting to get on the boat.”

The man squints at you, unbelieving. “Did you die with that on?” He points to your bag over your shoulder, and by the way you look at it he knows you didn’t die with it, or die at all. “I knew it! Your a living soul... Please help me! I shouldn't have died! It wasn't my time.”

“U-ugh...”

“Help me too! I don’t have a coin because I died at sea. Do you have a coin too spear?” A older male soul says to you, joining the conversation.

“What coin-”

“Please tell my daughter I'm sorry.” “I didn’t mean to jump off the roof!” “I don’t deserve this!” “Help us!” “Help me!”

So many souls were gathering around you, that you don’t know what to do. You’re crouching on the floor, now surrounded by many souls. You cover your ears, wanting their pleads to stop, and shut your eyes tight. You’re so overwhelmed by everyone and have never been around this many people before. Only small groups of five or six have ever visited the fates before. This group of souls stretches out to the hundreds!

You’re wishing them to go away. Praying to whatever god that could hear you to make them go away. You would even go back to-

Before you could finish that regretful thought, you’re suddenly no longer surrounded and being hoisted in the air. Gasps and even a feminine scream is heard from below you.

You grab onto the being that’s saved you, but keep your eyes shut. Feeling woozy in the air, but grounding yourself by holding onto the person even tighter. It's a hard body, and one with dipped shoulders. Your face is buried in whoever your savors is neck, and your arms are grasping at their back. Holding on for deer life as you fly through the air. Your legs are wrapped around the person’s middle, and strangely enough when you squeeze the person closer to you they squeeze back. Keeping you as close to them as possible as you fly away from the swarm of souls.

By the time you feel you’re savor and you hit land, you’re too sacred to let go of them. They don’t mind, though, because they actually sit down with you in their lap when they realize your not letting go

“A-are we safe now?”

Your savior chuckles at your question, and your eyes shoot open wide when a familiar voice is heard. “Not sure. Would you stop holding onto me like this if I say we are? If your answer is anything else but no, then definitely not.”

You know that voice... you’ve heard that voice in your dreams before and in person too for years. You let your arms and legs go slack around him, feeling your bag fall off your shoulders while you’re still sitting in his lap. Then you slowly pull your face away from his neck. Looking up at your invisible friend for the first time...

“Ghostie?”

He smiles down at you, although it looks strained. “Hi, nae salang.”

You blink. Process everything. Then say without thinking, “You’re really pretty.”

Your face instantly lights up like the sun. You physically feel the heat that’s radiating off of your face. You’re so embarrassed by what you just said.

Jungkook doesn’t find it embarrassing, though. He bites his lip to fight the real smile trying to bloom on his face. Thanking all the gods, even Zeus, for giving him the looks that he has and creating a reaction like that on you because of it.

“I-I meant...”

“I think you meant I'm drop dead gorgeous! Hotter than the Helios himself, am I right?” You playful smack his shoulder at the teases, but you can’t help the small smile from forming.

So this is what your friend really looks like. Sharp jaw that could cut glass, smooth skin that make your fingers itch to touch him, and raven black hair that looks so soft you want to run your fingers though it. Not to mention the lip piercing and a eyebrow piercing. You knew that body piercing existed. Your own family looking down at the new trend for some reason, but seeing them on your friend now is making your stomach do flips. We don’t even need to get into the tattoos. The beautiful art work printed on his skin has you wanting to know what it feels like to trace every symbol on his arms.

And you feel the hard body underneath yours. There's not a single layer of fat on him. Completely clean all over. Your starstruck, really. You never knew what to expect if you saw him in person like this, but even now that you’ve seen him in person, you have a grueling question that slips past your lips as soon as it pops into your head.

“Why didn’t you let me see you before?”

Jungkook remains neutral in front of you, but inside there's a roaring fire being lit. Not only is he touching you for the first time, feeling your beautiful body still wrapped around him that he’s been itching to even brush across all this time. Finally being able to let you see himself too, is truly a blessing in disguise. But even now that you’re both visible to each other, he’s tongue tied coming up with answers to your question.

He knows he should tell you the truth now. He wants to tell you, but there’s still that never elongating fear still lingering in his mind telling him you’ll hate him - be afraid of him even - if he tells you everything you’ve wanted to know for years... like who he really is.

After a moment of silence, and watching the turmoil cross your friends eyes, you do something you never thought you would be able to do... you reach your hand out, and touch his face. Cupping his cheek and smoothing your thumb out for comfort, but in reality it’s because you can’t help yourself and want to touch him.

“You can tell me. I won’t be mad, I promise... I’ll swear on the fates if I have to.” He chuckles at you bringing up your family in such a joking manner, but that just brings him to the realization of when he swore on the actual fates.

He’s touching you... currently having you in his lap... so he broke his promise to the fates.

They never swore on it with blood, not even on a body of land like the Styx, but it’s a broken promise nonetheless. Having you here, though, in his arms where you’ll forever be safe, is worth any destruction that comes his way from here on out.

He breathes you in, the aroma coming off of you smelling like roses and honey, and he holds it in for as long as possible. Only blowing it out when you start to blink up at him in confusion.

“I... didn’t tell or show you who I was... because... I was afraid you would-... hate me?” Real smooth, Jungkook. Even after he ends his explanation, that ended up somehow sounding like a question, he mentally smacks himself.

Why the fuck is it so hard to talk to you right now?

“Afraid I'd hate you? You haven’t even told me your name yet, so how would I know who you are?”

Jungkook screws his eyes shut, not wanting to face you when he tells you the truth.

“My names Jungkook.” I quite gasp his heard from you, but he doesn’t open his eyes. The sound not helping his current predicament. “I'm the god of-”

“Death,” You finish for him. “I know who you are.”

You wiggle in your spot on top of him, feeling a little shocked, but don’t get off of him. That just serves to wake up other parts of himself, so he wraps his arms around you tighter, around your waist, and stopping you from moving. Your movement making his eyes go wide, and having to face your equally surprised face.

You raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his arms on your waist. He makes them go slack again, and hoping your innocent mind doesn’t realize something is now probably poking you in the ass.

“Why would you think I hate you?” You ask, not understanding why Jungkook is now acting weird, but ignoring it for the time being.

He clears his throat, and tries to seem relaxed again. “Because of how the fates talked about me to you.”

“And that is...”

Now it’s Jungkook's turn to blink in confusion. “You’ve got to be kidding me. They never told you anything about me?”

“Oh! No, they told me a lot of things about the house of Nyx. But what I'm not understanding is why would you think I care?”

Gut punched. Smack in the face. Floored. These are all the different kinds of emotions that Jungkook is now feeling.

“I’m so confused.”

“How do you think I feel,” You say, unimpressed.

If this entire time Jungkook didn't tell you who he was because of stories from before you were even born, your going to punch him. And you tell him just that... he laughs.

“Well, I guess I’m gutting punched then,” Jungkook says, feeling incredibly lighter about the situation now. Even after you actually punch him in the shoulder, which Jungkook barely felt because of his layer of muscle in his bicep. He didn’t even flinch, but now your fist is kinda sore. Your eyes go wide for a second, unbelieving that god has this much muscle on him.

You then glance around the cave, trying not to think about Jungkook and how amazing his everything is, and you see that he flew you to the other side of the cave. You wondered why so many of the fates stories of this place were so gruesome. Especially the part of getting across the River Styx, when the souls judgement would be given. Looking around the cave now, it’s kinda peaceful. Not that you wanted to stay in that part of underworld. You’ve spent to much of your life in a cave to ever stay in one for to long again! But, looking around at the cave that’s filled so many stories with terrible tails, you think it’s a stunning sight. Sparkling walls with moisture and the souls passing by add to your curious mind. Wanting to know what their living lives were like.

Jungkook watched silently as you took your fill of the rest of the underworld. You only living in a part of it since you were born must have been overwhelming, but the look on your face now didn’t make him think you were overwhelmed. You made the same look when you thought about…

It suddenly dawned on Jungkook that you’ve only ever lived in a cave, so this one must be reminding you of your family. Granted, this cave is much different then the one you lived in. Still full of rocks and no flowering green in sight, but having eerie dripping of unknown water and random passing souls is very different from the fate’s cave. Basically, much worse then the cave you lived in.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks. Wanting to make sure you’re not regretting leaving. You look back at Jungkook, smiling softly when he probably caught your wondering eyes and not wanting to worry him about it.

“I’m okay. Just thinking about my family, and how they lied about so much to me.”

“About what?”

You look around the cave again, letting go of him with one of your hands to gesture to it all. “This place and how it’s so-...“

“Terrifying,” Jungkook interrupts. “I know it can be-“

Beautiful.

Jungkook is stunned silent. Your lips did not move, and yet he heard you. You look at him now, concerned about his silence, but Jungkook is totally shell shocked.

He knew this was possible. Being able to hear the person you did hieros gamos with’s thoughts. But that’s just it. You both never did the act itself. This should be impossible, your connection together should be impossible, but yet it all is happening to him and to you. Maybe leaving the fates cave let this be possible, but it has so many emotions flowing through Jungkook right now. This little instance, hearing you just think the word beautiful, is just another reminder of what you two are to each other. Your not just a regular girl to him. Not that Jungkook has ever forgotten, but it’s way more then just a god loving a goddess. It’s entirely more.

Your souls are connected for eternity, and right now your soul looks absolutely marvelous to him.

“You’re beautiful too,” Jungkook says without thinking, but doesn’t feel embarrassed about it either. He doesn’t care if it makes you ask questions because in this moment you can ask him anything right now, and he would answer. You could ask him to burn the whole world to the ground, and he would do it. This spark through your connection has turned Jungkook into putty, and you’re now looking at him like he’s just given you the moon.

“Oh,” you say in the smallest of voices after a moment. “Um- thank you… J-Jungkook.”

Jungkook grips your waist tighter for a second. Hearing you say his name for the first time is making him want to fly around the universe. He feels like he’s on the god damn moon at this point. Your just so… everything. Your everything to him. You make the god of death blind to the world. Only wanting to ever see you in his line of sight and hear you say his name on repeat into his ear.

While Jungkook continues to look at you with stars in his eyes, it makes you squirm in his lap again. This time Jungkook doesn’t stop you. He relaxes his hands and lets your bodies rub together. Softly groaning and make you raise an eyebrow at him when your butt knocks into his ever growing cock in his pants. All his senses are going haywire. He didn’t think hearing a single word from your thoughts would get him like this, but truthfully, everything about today has been surprising.

He’s not someone that could be easily seduced, but he swears he’s bewitched by you right now. And you’re slowly realizing what it is that keeps bumping into your thigh. You stop moving, and take in your current situation. Nibbling on your bottom lip when it dawns on you that you’re in the lap of the god of death, and how he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

What dawns on you even harder, is that you like it. You shouldn’t like it. You should be mad at him! He’s kept so much from you, so you shouldn’t be caving to your secret desires - but at the same time, there hasn’t been a moment since seeing him in person, and finding out who he was, that you’ve been mad at him. Is it okay to just let things go like this? Is that string of a connection you keep seeing between you two that makes you like this?

Your not sure when you started seeing that connection, or feeling it even, but it’s glowing right now. Getting brighter and brighter, and you’re not sure what to do with it. Wanting to reach out to it, but at the same time not sure if you should.

You stutter out his name, wanting to grasp onto something you know. All your other confusing emotions making you feel hotter for some reason. “J-Jungkook... I - um...”

He hums as an answer to his name, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You place your hands on his chest, but you don’t push him away to create distance. In fact, there’s becoming less and less distance between you two as the seconds tick by. The pull of that bright connection pulling you both towards each other like magnets.

You’re so inexperienced with this feeling, but you’re matching it to the feelings you get at night when you only had Jungkook’s voice to go off of. It’s making your face heat up with the rest of your body. Your mind is spinning.

“W-what’s happening?” You ask Jungkook who looks equally in a daze as you feel. Right before your lips touch, something you’ve both been craving to know the touch of for years, you get a response that rocks to your core.

“What is right.”

And then your lips are joined. A first kiss for you, and the first that mattered to Jungkook. A kiss you’ve never felt before, and a kiss that Jungkook has been craving longer than you know about. The bonds between you two pulsed, and you both gasp when you feel it. Staring into each other’s eyes like you can’t believe what just happened.

You don’t know what it is, and he has a good idea. You don’t care about it anymore, and neither does he. Jungkook pulls your body flush against his, reconnecting your lips to each other’s in the process. You whimper at the rough kiss, and it has Jungkook groaning into your mouth. Wanting to pull more noises like that from you. Enjoying the taste of your lips on his, and feeling you vibrate on top of him when he touches your bottom lip with his tongue.

It’s a frenzy of kisses between the both of you. Your very much inexperienced, but Jungkook is just happy to taste you. Happy and used to taking the lead. Forgetting how innocent you are, he grabs ahold of your ass in his two hands. Squeezing the squishy flesh. You gasp into his mouth, letting him take the opportunity to touch your tongue with his. Your tongue is hesitant, but curious - letting Jungkook’s consume your mouth completely.

You feel how your body is shaking. How your mind is only concentrating on the man underneath you like it’s never had before. It’s an experience you don’t want to stop, and Jungkook doesn’t even have the ability to stop it.

Jungkook starts to move your bodies, rubbing against each other. You feel his cock that was once poking at your leg drag over your clothed core. It has you squeaking, and Jungkook chuckling by the cute noise.

“So sweet and innocent,” He says against your lips, in fucked out daze. You hold onto his shoulders, keeping your eyes screwed shut, as he continues to move your bodies against each other with his hands on your ass. The feeling is intensifying as your movements get rougher, but the way Jungkook is looking down at you right now is making you want that feeling so much more. You want to be good for him.

Something inside makes you do it. Makes you feel brave enough to let out your first moan, and just like you hoped, he loved the sound. Jungkook detaches your lips from each other, groaning a deep “Fuck,” that goes straight to your core that he continues to grind against. “You sound so lovely, y/n.”

You bite your lip, turning red when his praise has even your insides tightening. You stutter out his name again, trying not to combust by the way you want to suddenly mold into Jungkook’s skin. Meanwhile, Jungkook is trying ever way possible to become your skin.

He nips at your ear, gliding his tongue across your lobe and enticing more high pitched noises from you. He then drags his tongue downwards, licking the salty surface of your neck. All while watching you in the corner of his eye, seeing your face contort in so many different faces he’s never seen before on you. He loves every one, and wants to see them all on repeat. Maybe even forever if you’ll let him.

Continuing his decent, he raises your head with his hand at the back of your neck. Tipping your head backwards gently so he can get better access to your chest he’s now exploring with his lips. Everything about you tastes and feels so amazing! So amazing, that when you start meeting Jungkook’s movements with your own his eyes roll into the back of his skull. Feeling the warmth of your pussy through his pants and your thin undergarments. He groans against your chest when at just the right angle he can feel some of your wetness leak from you.

The urge to pin you against the ground and fuck your virginity away is strong, but looking back at your face has him resisting - as hard as that is. He doesn’t want to be the guy the fates expect him to be and one your don’t deserve. A type of god that horns on girls and takes them however he pleases. Not caring about when or how. That’s not Jungkook. Not with you or any other girl he’s been with in the past.

He’s never been selfish, and he’s not going to start now just because his mind is in a frenzy. “Put your hands back on my shoulders, nae sarang.”

It takes you a few seconds to process his words, not even realizing your hands slipped from his shoulders while he was attacking your neck before. “O-okay.”

You slowly place your hands back on his shoulders, not sure what to do or what Jungkook was going to do. He then lifts your body up, positioning your core right on his thigh. As much as he loved your wet core grinding on him before, it ended ups being too much. Jungkook has been alive for many years, so simply grinding on each other won’t get him off, but he also didn’t want to push you to what would get him off if you continued the way you were.

When he places you on his thigh, you shuffle a little to get comfortable. He then places his hands on your lower back over your dress this time, rubbing the soft fabric you’re wearing and comforting you while he does it. Jungkook then smirks up at you, making your eyes widen a little for a second at his sudden dirty expression. “I’m going to make you feel so good, y/n. Do you want to feel good, nae sarang?”

You swallow against the lump in your throat - hands shaking as you grasp onto his shoulders tighter. You don’t even know what could make you feel even better than before, and your a little nervous to find out. This is Jungkook, though. The friend you’ve had since the beginning of your life. The friend you’ve wanted to always feel this good with, but couldn’t in the past out of nerves and the problem of never being able to touch each other. Now, you want him to touch you in ever way he can.

So, you give him permission to take your everything. “I want you to make me feel good, Jungkook... please.”

Jungkook suppresses a groan, surprised by how dizzying your words just got him, and pushing the thoughts in his head as far in the back of his brain as possible. Jungkook then positions his thigh higher, making sure it’s directly against you, and begins moving you back and forth on his thick thigh. The feeling is instant. Before, it was brief feelings of pleasure that had a rest in between each movement, but now it’s a constant.

You grabs onto Jungkook’s shoulders even harder, digging your nails into his shirt, trying to place all your feelings there, but your mouth still opens up to let out even higher pitched moans and whimpers. Your toes are curling, it feels so good. When one of his hands greedily grasps at your ass again, instead of just empty moans your voice fills with his name. His name falling breathlessly from your lips and pushing every syllable into his ears. “Jungkook! Oh my- mmm!”

Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He pulls your body closer to him, still shifting his leg so you don’t stop feeling is thigh on your most intimate parts. He then starts attacking your chest again with long licks and kisses. Wanting to touch you even more, and more intimately then before. While your still screaming out your euphoria above him, he slowly pushes one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder. You feel it fall, and get red in the face for what feels like the tenth time today when you realize your left breast is exposed to him.

The only indication that you resist this is with a small gasp, but it’s soon covered up by another moan when his thigh rubs your clit just right through your undergarments. Jungkook takes this as an invitation. Licking his lips before he attaches them to your nipple. Sucking on the bud and feeling you vibrate all over uncontrollably because of it.

His teeth nip at the bud, and his tongue licks at the surface. Your head is spinning. You’re so sensitive, more than you thought you would be, and all this overstimulation is putting your stomach in knots. “J-jungkook I-… I think…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop. Grinding you harder on his thigh, and using all the tricks he can do with his tongue on your nipple. And he’s got a lot of tricks. Swirling around the bud, and sucking. Nibbling, and licking. Pulling, and flicking.

Your wetness is soaking his pants now, making his thigh raise even higher to touch as much of it as possible. Wanting to feel how much he’s affecting you right now like you’ve affected him for eons. All the while his cock is dripping pre-cum in his pants right now, and he’s trying his best to ignore it by paying attention to making you feel as good as possible.

Jungkook hasn’t had anyone since you were born. Since the hieros gamos somehow formed between you two; and his love for you became inevitable. He wants to hear you scream his name for the first time while you cum. He wants to be your first everything, even though he’s never had the urge before. He wants to teach you all the tricks of making love, and watch your sensitive body quiver as you make it through his first teaching.

One more rough thrust against your clit and flick of his tongue in your nipple, has you seeing white. Somehow also sees the night sky’s stars too as your orgasm ripples through your body in waves. It feels like it’s never ending. You’re screaming out his name, burying your face in his neck, and feeling like you’re wrapped up in heat. In Jungkook’s heat.

He holds you through your tremor of an orgasm. Embracing you tightly to him, and kissing your temples. Praising you on how good you did, and how sexy it was to watch.

Jungkook is done for. He can’t let you go. He wants to keep you in his arms forever, and tell the fate to have their Demeter moment with a different child. Your his. You’ve always been his. And Hades forbid anyone that tries to take you from him...

He wants to tell you how he feels - what you mean to him - but he doesn’t have to. Right before you drift off, your orgasm making you utterly exhausted… you hear him say it without words...

I love you.

Final

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River Styx - Styx is a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld.

House of Nyx (Goddess Nyx) - the personification of night. Most known to be scene as a shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation and mothered other personified deities such as Hypnos (Sleep), Death, and Erebus (Darkness). The house of Nyx consists of all the deities that were born from Nyx and stayed loyal by her side.

Tartarus - the deepest part of the underworld where mortals and gods are put after they defied the higher gods (Zeus, Hades, etc.,) to suffer for eternity. The primordial god, Tartarus, is the pit itself. He was the body of the pit itself rather than an athropomorphic deity.

Helios - God of the sun.

Charon - the son of Erebus and Nyx (Night), whose duty it was to ferry over the Rivers Styx and Acheron those souls of the deceased who had received the rites of burial. In payment he receives a coin that was placed in the mouth of the corpse.

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deathlessathanasia · 1 year

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#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #greek mythology #poll #polls #I HATE DAPHNE SO FREACHING MUCH #how do you manage to take a victim of attempted assault about whom all we know is that she was a virgin huntress uninterested in men #and turn her into... into some shallow flower nymph instagram model and Thanatos shitty girlfriend and Persephone's ass-kisser?

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hellbornsworld · 4 months

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JUNGKOOK ROYAL FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONSજ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴

♞ 4 Seasons | Royal Guard!Jungkook x Fem!Princess!Reader | series | @sweetcarrotsandroses97

♞ Bloody Love... | yandere!king!jungkook X oc(coronis) | Series | @hongjoongscafe

♞ La Belle et la Bête | yandere!king!jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

♞ Sing to me |Prince!Siren!Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @bonny-kookoo

♞ the exile | jungkook x f!reader | Series | @dxnbeez

♞ warrior jk | warrior!jungkook x princess!reader | @jungkookschin

♞ Hieros Gamos | God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!reader | @girl8890

♞ Dynasty | Jk X reader | Historical AU | @jimlingss

♞ petals with luv | Emporer!Jungkook x PalaceWoman!Reader | Hanahaki AU | @hisunshiine

♞ a lover’s bond | jungkook x female reader | greek mythology! AU | @latetaektalk

♞ prima nocta | king!jungkook, virgin!reader | royalty au | One-Shot | @yoon2kmain

Love Letters | Prince!Jungkook × Maid!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

♞ The Dark Prince | Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader | Series | @jkeuphoriadreamland

♞ Your Head | Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader | OneShot | @kookiecrumb

♞ Once Upon a Bracelet | Prince Jungkook x Sorceress Reader | Fantasy Au | @ladyartemesia

♞ something in the heir | knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader | Oneshot | @hisunshiine

♞ Divine Intervention | Jungkook x Goddess!Reader | Oneshot | @minisugakoobies

♞ simply meant to be | pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader | OneShot | @caelesjjk

♞ UNWANTED | King/brother Jungkook × slave/older sister YN | @kangmoon27

♞ angel in the marble | michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader | high renaissance au | OneShot | @venusjeon

♞ Primrose | Emperor Jungkook x Empress Y/N | @mingshits

♞ Aggressive | Prince ! Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @rialikesbts

જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴જ⁀➴

MASTERLIST here

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genericpuff · 3 months

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What are some plotlines that you hated in LO that are definitely not going to be in rekindled

Few off the top of my head:

The SA scene/plotline and everything attached to it by extension

The Hades x Hera plotline

Eris' inclusion as the reason for Persephone's wrath

The Athena x Hestia romance plotline

The BBEG Kronos plotline

The whole "Thetis manipulating Minthe" plotline

The Eros x Psyche plotline (I feel like it would be better tackled as a standalone oneshot story later down the road)

The father-son plotline between Hades and Thanatos

Not necessarily removed but TGOEM is no longer a "virgins only" club, rather a support group for women.

I think that's pretty much it? That doesn't include all the other smaller things that we're removing and changing, but those are the biggest ones that were the most pressing for me to want to rewrite going into it (especially the Eris thing, holy crap I was pissed at that LOL). Hoping that gives y'all some comfort in knowing what stuff we're definitely NOT doing while also not spoiling the good stuff that's coming ;)

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled #lore rekindled ama

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 5 months

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Masterlist

author's note: a list of all of my headcanons

PJO related:

HOO crew HCS

Percy Jackson:

Poseidons children, blood bending

Percy + dehydration, thoughts

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Missing Reader x Platonic Percy

Percy NSFW x virgin reader

Percy Jackson NSFW P1

Percy Jackson NSFW P2

Percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying

Percy kissing HCS

Hot things Percy Jackson does

Endearing things Percy does

Percy Jackson Icks

Percy Jackson x Child of Hades (SFW + NSFW)

poly!relationship percy and jason with you

Dating the daughter of hades

Dating a daughter of Apollo

Percy Jackson is very alluring

Percy Jackson makes his crush laugh

Percy Jackson is the type of guy…

What Percy would be like in bed

polluted water in NYC and Percy

dark! percy analysis + headcanons

Percy giggles

Jason Grace:

Jason coming home from quest (HOO) x jealous female!reader

Percy x Jason x female!reader dislikes blowjobs + small boobs hc

Jason NSFW thoughts

Jason Grace x general dating hcs

poly!relationsip percy and jason with you

Dating child of hecate

Jason eats raw meat

Gods/Goddesses:

Thanatos x Daughter of Hades

Teen Ares thoughts hc

children of poseidon can control blood if their parents suffer from blood disease

ares gets emotional after wars

trials of apollo, GodTube

ares and athena contrasts

ares headcanons

children of ares are mature with handling conflicts

children of mars and ares

frank zhang and ares/mars arguing in his head

underestimating children of ares

thoughts ares with his fire eyes

ares headcanons

others:

Luke Castellan as your boyfriend

Nico di Angelo flinches when he hears sirens

Drabbles/Thoughts:

percy has a staring problem

cabin 5 headcanons

percy is pretty scary when he's angry

percy in love

percy jackson dehydration

ares kids hit themselves with a brush

children of ares, poseidon and aphrodite appearances hc

avatar zuko + hes a child of ares

harrypotter and pjo crossover

children of ares hcs

when a child of ares speaks, everyone will hear them

underestimating children of ares (yes, i know i put it twice)

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Heaven is a place in hell with you.

Member: San as Hades x Reader Persephone

Plot: It's not the typical myth although it does share some similarities I've made some changes too to fit what I had in mind.

Genre: Angst, Fluff and eventual smut (not in this chapter)

Endless darkness. That's all his eyes have been seeing for the eternity of time. If only someone could imagine the depth of time combined with the depth of the darkness, they'd lose their sanity. Being a God grants you great power but being the God of the dead might not be seen as attractive as other God's kingdoms. Poseidon, ruling the vast sea or Zeus, ruling the mortal world. But death is the most powerful of all, Hades thinks, for it holds the power to diminish everything else. Whether someone was rich, privileged or one of a kind, after their passing, they are just part of the soul parade, a group of shadows with no purpose, just lurking around till the dawn of time. Maybe even after that. Hades has a bit of a reputation if you will, hated by most, if not all the living. The God's aren't fond of him either. He is too monotonous for their liking, keeps mostly to himself, he is on his own, just like what he rules, a lonely experience by default. His body is as immortal as it can be, a vast contrast between his surroundings. He stood tall and proud, well shaped and proportionate. His face chiseled and enigmatic, his prominent bone structure and intense gaze making him intimidating in a striking way. Appearance wise he looked no older than 25, but his soul felt awfully old. Maybe others were right to despise him. He can't stand himself either at times. A gloomy haze was his life, that seemed to have no end.

"A girl is playing around the lake, Lord" Thanatos, his trusted winged friend mentioned.

"She comes here often. She doesn't look human, but not godly either. More like a mixture of them too, not ordinary enough for a mortal, not divine enough for a goddess".

Hades decided to take a closer look after Thanatos' description. He is someone that likes to keep his thoughts and opinions independent, but he couldn't agree more. Her beauty was like something he'd witness before and something entirely different, all at the same time. She appeared delicate and gentle, her hands brushing through the bush, as the wind blew against her face. She seemed beautiful, but in a very different way than Aphrodite is. He didn't feel an ounce of lust for her, her vibes innocent and pure, almost angelic. The type of person you want to protect with your life, if he even had such a thing.

"Maybe she is a nymph? But she is someone I've never seen before and I keep up with them to say the least" Thanatos laughed, confirming his womanizer nature.

Hades laughed as well. His friend had a charm that drew others to him. Maybe they liked getting a taste of death while still alive, literally.

"That's true, you'd know her by now. I'm sure Artemis despise you, my friend. You are ruining chaste virgins left and right."

"Well what can I say? I'm popular with the ladies. I guess they might have a thing for my wings? I mean there aren't that many of us, even in the immortal world. But speaking of getting down and dirty, you haven't been laid in such a long time, Hades!"

The latter's eyes grew at the realization. He had some needs but they never bothered him to that extent. Keeping busy did the trick so far and he was more of an old fashioned man to say the least. His mistress was the night but he grew sick of her. They were too similar, he thought. He wanted some light to enter his world, a blinding brightness to shake him up and warm his icy heart. Or at least that was his persona, his mask. He knew, better than anyone, how much he felt and loved and longed for it. But he could wait for that, he had time, that's for sure.

"Mind your business boy" he said in a teasing tone but failed at intimidating his friend. Hades looked dark, dangerous even, until he became familiar to you. Once you made a place for yourself in his heart, he couldn't be further from that.

"Okay okay, I was just saying that it's a pity for you to go like that. But whatever makes you happy." He answered and raised both of his arms in a defeating manner. Thanatos knew that he was basically a brother to Hades, but he still wanted to keep their relations good, because he had the tendency to say more than he should.

"It's all good, I'm just teasing you!" Hades smiled his way and showed his dimples, the sweetest sight his kingdom had to offer.

Thanatos smiled back and took a look at the lake again, which they were able to see from the inside, as it was the main portal for the underworld. His smile quickly turned sour, and worry played over his handsome features.

"What is it?" Hades asked.

"The girl...seems to be in danger". Thanatos pointed out and Hades took a closer look. A wolf was some meters away from her, moving eerily elegantly for such a creature. Given the area the lake was, it seemed unlikely for an actual wolf to be there. It's size was extraordinary large too, all this made him believe it was one of Zeus' tricks again. A sudden surge of protective energy took over him and he wanted to save this poor girl from Zeus. She didn't deserve Hera's wrath either. None of them did. Hades took a hold of his scepter and pushed it on the ground. The lake started waving and it turned dark as if it was raining during a perfectly sunny day. The girl gasped at the sight in front of her and took a step back since she was almost right next to the lake by now. The waters were divided and a set of stairs showed up. When Zeus realized that the girl was about to escape, he started running towards her and she felt such an overwhelming fear that made her run without even realizing that this was probably a bad idea. She followed the stairs which turned to water again after each of her steps. As soon as she touched the ground, she broke down in tears and hid her face inside her hands, too scared to open them and face her destiny. But sometimes our destiny isn't as scary as we think it is, because there, in this dark and seemingly unwelcome world, she'd find a man with no soul, but more capacity to love than anyone else with a soul ever could.

Next chapter:

#ateez #ateez san #ateez san fluff #ateez san smut #ateez san angst #ateez san imagine #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst

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notebookpapers · 8 months

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💜 Kinktober 2023!! 💜

Minors please DNI!!

It’s spooky season, which also means it’s time for Kinktober!! This will be my first time participating in Kinktober, and I very rarely write this much in such a short period, so I will more than likely not get all my uploads done in time and may shuffle things around depending on what I get done first. I’ll (hopefully) be doing a total of 12 fics for this month (so long as I finish everything in time), all featuring kinks pulled from the official Kinktober list! Ship & kink pairings I have planned below the cut:

Rosemary (Rose Lalonde / Kanaya Maryam): Virginity | Lingerie

GaloLio (Galo Thymos / Lio Fotia): Collaring | Praise Kink

Cecilos (Cecil Palmer / Carlos the Scientist): Voice Kink | Praise Kink |Body Worship | Bondage | Sensory Deprivation

MegThanZag (Megaera / Thanatos / Zagreus): Threesome | Face-Sitting | Overstimulation | Praise Kink (Now on Ao3!)🔥

CaitVi (Caitlyn Kiramann / Violet): Masturbation

LawLight (L. Lawlight / Light Yagami): Hate Sex | Frottage (now on Ao3!)🔥

GaloLio (Galo Thymos / Lio Fotia): Size Difference | Intercural Sex | Sweat

DaveKat (Dave Strider / Karkat Vantas): Deepthroating (now on Ao3!) 🔥

GaloLio (Galo Thymos / Lio Fotia): Costumes | Leather & Latex | Boot Worship

KouAo (Koujaku / Aoba Seragaki): Gags | Heartbeat | Hand Holding (now on Ao3!)🔥

Hannigram (Hannibal Lecter / Will Graham): Rimming | Somnophilia

Again, these are not necessarily in the order they’ll be posted in, and I may shuffle things around depending on what feels good to write in the moment. I don’t have a posting schedule yet, either, but I’m aiming to get 3 posted per week, if all goes well!! That being said, we all know I’m the kind of writer where sometimes my short pieces turn into long ones before I know it, so the amount of fics I actually get to may well vary from what I have planned, here. It's very likely that i might just do one a week and call it a day. I can't guarantee anything, but I promise to try!

Happy writing, everyone!! Enjoy your spooky season & enjoy your reading & writing this Kinktober!!! 🎃👻💛

#minors dni #kinktober #october #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #hannigram #lawlight #kouao #galolio #davekat #rosemary #cecilos #megthanzag #caitvi #rosekan #matchablossom

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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little flower - chapter three

pairing: hades!Kim Namjoon x persephone!Female Reader word count: 8149 warnings: fluff, angst, smut, multiple pov, zeus!jin, hypnos!jimin, charon!kook, thanatos!yoongi, cerberus!monie, big dick dom joon, explicit language, doggy style, vaginal sex, creampie, hints of virginity/corruption kink series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

As he walked closer to the central hall Namjoon could hear the noise of boisterous conversations and laughter, the noise of music filling the air. Noise that gradually stopped as he stepped into the golden-floored hall.

As the silence filled the room the king of the Underworld looked around the hall, taking notice of how each and every god and nymph was staring at him, some with mouths agape but all of them with eyes wide with shock, confusion, and some even with curiosity and fear.

A part of the god of the Dead wasn't surprised, their reactions being exactly what he expected after centuries of being on the receiving end of the same treatment. The other part felt sadden for the same reason, mostly at himself, for having a small glimpse of hope that anything would be different.

With a roll of the eyes and a deep sigh, he started walking once again, passing through one of the twenty golden tripods automotones crafted by Hephaestus and grabbing a glass of ambrosia for himself. Walking towards the one god that he was willing to engage with, the Lord of Riches took notice of every person that stepped away from him or from his path, his ears picking up every not-so-secret murmur and whisper thrown his way, simply shrugging them off as he knew allowing himself in reactions he had long since gotten used to would only lead him down the dark paths of his mind, it would only be a waste of his supposedly break.

Once he reached the throne that stood center against the wall Namjoon bowed to the deity in front of him, after all, despite being a king himself that didn't he wouldn't show respect to the ruler of Olympus.

At the sight Zeus's brow arched and stood from his seat, automatically silencing the entire hall, going down the small flight of stairs and standing in front of the king of the Underworld for a couple of seconds, his face impassive before his lips broke into a smile and he took the taller one in an embrace, one which was reciprocated.

"It's great to see you after so many years," the king of the Gods said untangling himself from the hug, a grin that could light up the entire room on his features. "When Taehyung told me he had invited you I was sure that you weren't going to show up," placing one of his hands on Namjoon's back Seokjin looked around the hall. "What's with the silence? This is supposed to be a feast," at the words the noise returned as if it had never disappeared to begin with. The hand on the god of the Dead's back pushed him a bit forward, pulling the other's attention back to the god of the sky. "Now come, I'm sure I'm not the only one you'll be happy to see you."

'It sure feels like it' the Lord of Riches almost said, choosing instead to take a swing from his drink as he let Jin take him to where he wanted him to go. As they walked the constant feeling of everyone's eyes watching his every move attached itself to Namjoon, like they were vines that attached themselves to houses, forcing him to make himself believe that the reason why people step away from their path was due to the respect held for Zeus, he had to make himself believe in that reasoning, it was the only way for him to get through the evening.

"I said this before but I was genuinely surprised when I saw you," the king of the Gods said with a wide grin, giving nods of acknowledgment whenever a lower god or nymph bowed to him, if he either ignored or was oblivious to the glares they would send Namjoon's way the king of the Underworld couldn't tell. "I thought you'd be too busy to mingle with us from Olympus."

"Decided to take a break and visit the family," the god of the Dead said in a sarcastic tone as he took another sip of ambrosia. "It was the only way for Taehyung to leave my realm."

Jin hummed. "Did he do the pinky promise?"

"Yup," he said, adding emphasis on the p, taking another swing of his drink until the glass was empty, leaving it on a nearby surface without much attention on his part. "Once he started with that I told him to leave, had a lot of work to go through, and couldn't waste any time on indulgence."

The king of the Gods snorted. "You say that but even I know you let him get away with a lot," pulling his hand away from the other's back Jin started walking ahead. "But enough about him, there are people who'll be thrilled to see you and I've made them wait long enough."

Namjoon couldn't help the skepticism that penetrated his bones, his brows furrowed at the words, almost as if they had been spoken in a dialect unknown to him. However, when he saw who the people were he stopped in his tracks, the skepticism was replaced by a sense of slight happiness and familiarity, to the point he couldn't help the smile that graced his features.

Not counting the god of the sky, there stood four deities, one god and three goddesses, all of them with different types of smiles on their faces - two genuine, one forced, and one barely visible.

As the king of the Underworld stepped forward so did the god of the sea, both men meeting in the middle and embracing one another.

"Good to see you man," the god of floods said, separating from the other and giving him a slap on the arm. "You haven't changed a single thing in these last centuries."

"Why fix what isn't broken?" Namjoon said with a shrug.

Poseidon shrugged as well. "Maybe, you'd probably know broken things better than me,"

The king of the Underworld had to bite his tongue in order to not respond, choosing instead to change the subject before he said something to ruin the mood, knowing deep down that the other had probably not meant anything negative by the words.

"Right," he said with a tight smile. "By the way, where's Amphitrite? It would be nice to see her as well after so many years."

"She's, hum," the god of the sea looked around the hall. "She's around. Somewhere."

The Lord of Riches let out a sigh as he rubbed his temple. "Please don't tell me you actually managed to lose your wife,"

"I didn't lose my wife," Poseidon crossed his arms over his chest. "She's around here somewhere enjoying herself, I just don't know where."

"Right," the god of the Dead simply rolled his eyes and let out a sigh as his mouth drew into a thin line. With a pat on the shoulder, he walked past the god of the sea, turning his attention to the oldest deity among the six.

The goddess of the hearth took him into her arms, no different than a mother would with her child. "It's so good to see you again, it's been far too long,"

He offers the goddess a genuine smile. "The feeling is mutual Hestia, however, you have to forgive my long absence," he stepped away from the embrace, giving her arms a squeeze before sliding his hands through her appendages and taking her hands in his, giving them a squeeze as well. "The Underworld requires far too much of my time, energy, and attention, leaving far too little time for free time."

The goddess of the hearth gave him a once-over, almost as if she was trying to spot something in his figure, before letting out a sigh. "I hope at the very least you're getting enough food and sleep,"

Namjoon nodded as he let go of her, deciding that a little white lie would be better than worrying the goddess and although not knowing if she had actually believed him or not, the king of the Underworld did feel relieved when the subject was dropped.

He turned to the other two goddesses, who spoke to one another in a low tone, and approached them, stopping the conversation as a result.

The goddess of harvest gave a quick and rushed hug, almost as if touching him was something she had forced herself to do, while the queen of the gods simply acknowledged his presence with a curt nod, her arms over her chest and a fiery look in her eyes, and in reality, the Lord of Riches hadn't expected anything else from them.

Especially from Hera, the goddess of women always had a habit of lashing out against people, even if they had done her no wrong, however, he could somewhat understand, considering all the things he had heard from the king and queen's marriage, the god of the Dead couldn't blame her for being enraged. Being the goddess of marriage while having your own being a shit show, it felt like a sick twisted sense of irony in the king of the Underworld's eyes.

At his wife's attitude, Jin let out a sigh, composing himself quickly and snapping his fingers, of which three golden tripods wheeled towards the six of them, each deity taking a glass of nectar before the automotones wheeled away, most likely attending to someone else.

"It's so good to have the big six back together again," the god of the sky said raising his glass, almost as if proposing a toast. "It's been eons since all of us have been in the same room, I dare say I even missed it."

Poseidon seemed to be the only one sharing the same enthusiasm as Jin as he raised his glass as well. Hestia simply gave a small smile, while Namjoon, Demeter, and Hera looked at the god of thunder and lightning, their mouths drew into thin lines, the god of the Dead catching the queen of the gods rolling her eyes from the corner of his, however, all four of them also raised their glasses, although reluctantly.

With the clicking of glasses, everyone took a swing of their drink, with Jin and Hera almost emptying theirs. And for a brief moment, Namjoon allowed himself to relax and pretend as if he couldn't feel eyes on him.

~🌸~

From the moment the king of the Underworld stepped into the hall every god and nymph had their eyes on him, Y/N being no different. If hadn't been for the murmurs around her the goddess of flowers would've assumed he was simply another deity that lived in Olympus.

Although never actually seen him in person or an image of him, she had heard many stories about him growing up. Tales of the dark and dreary place the Underworld was, of the god who was cold and cruel, ruling with an iron fist, how he was no different than a monster that terrorized cities and parents warned their children to stay away from.

All of these tales had culminated in her child mind creating a portrait of the god of the Dead, one of him being a gigantic creature, with sharp teeth and equally sharp long nails, a being extremely pale and slender with ever decaying skin. An image that remained with her until today.

But looking at him now, Y/N couldn't be further from the truth.

The king of the Underworld, Hades, was in reality entirely different. From his tall stature, towering over the others in the small group he found himself in, his skin of a golden honey shade, his all-black attire putting extra emphasis on his hard frame, muscle broad shoulders, and large, toned built, a sharp jawline, and short black hair. And, although a bit far away from him, the goddess of flowers could make out a perfectly sculpted nose, lips thick and plump, an aura of dominance waving off of him.

He looked no different than the several statues that humans had of other deities in temples, and she couldn't help but wonder why everyone spoke so poorly of him. Y/N assumed it had to be the fact that death and the Underworld were subjects feared by humans and gods alike, his waves of dominance more than likely not helping, she had even seen Ares stiffed at the god of the Dead's entrance out of the corner of her eyes.

But while his physical appearance had been misinterpreted, maybe his personality had not. Cold, stern, cruel, and feared, that was all the goddess of spring had heard. But looking at him now, the king of the Underworld looked more aloof than anything else, almost as if he was forcing himself to be here and go along with whatever Zeus wanted.

She pulled out of her thoughts when she felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder, bringing her back out of the trance she had fallen into and making the three goddesses' voices heard once again. "Hey, Kore? Are you listening?"

"H-uh, Y-yeah, I'm alright," the goddess of flowers turned towards the goddess of wisdom, giving her hand a squeeze, trying to reassure Athena.

The older goddess removed her hand but her eyes still showed preoccupation. Artemis, who had spoken, had her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed over her chest, while Aphrodite looked around the hall, trying to spot the one who had caught the goddess of spring's attention.

And once the goddess of love's eyes fell upon the dark figure on the other side of the room a cheshire smile appeared on her face.

"Ooh," she said in a sing-along type of way, making the other three goddesses turn to her, the goddess of wisdom and the one of hunting with arched brows while the one of spring with a questioning look in her eyes. The goddess of beauty started jumping on the tip of her toes, her smile growing incredibly wide as excitement filled every particle in her body, she grabbed onto the younger goddess's arm, holding on to it tightly. "It seems our little Kore has a bit of a crush,"

All three of them look at Aphrodite with wide eyes, almost as if she had grown two heads, Y/N especially, turning her gaze towards the floor as she felt her cheeks redden at the assumption.

Unfortunately for her, the goddess of love took that as confirmation, giggling as if she were a child, giving the goddess of flowers even more reason to be embarrassed. "Oh I'm so excited, can't really blame you though, he's a total dish," she gave a dreamy sigh and started fanning herself with her hand. "I would've taken him for myself if he gave me the time, or if he showed up in Olympus more often."

"Huh, Aphrodite?" the goddess of the wilderness said baffled. "What are you going on about?"

The goddess of beauty humphed, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lips, annoyed that the others weren't understanding where she was going with the conversation. "I'm talking about Kore staring fondly at Hades."

Athena and Artemis turned to look at Y/N, waiting for an answer, but the three pairs of eyes staring at her only made the younger goddess grow even more embarrassed.

"I wasn't staring fondly at him," she said in a soft low tone as she started playing with her fingers, in turn, the goddess of love arched an eyebrow, not really believing the words. "I wasn't! It's just that, I've only ever heard of him before. It's my first time seeing Hades in person, it's natural to be curious." 'he's nothing like I had imagined' she almost said, choosing instead to bite her tongue and keep the thoughts to herself.

Both the goddesses of wisdom and of hunting seemed satisfied with the reasoning, the goddess of sexuality however only huffed, loudly at that, in annoyance.

"Seriously Aphrodite?" the goddess of the wilderness said, irritation starting to show in her voice. "Why are you so obsessed with this?"

"Hey! As the goddess of love I'm pretty amazing at spotting this type of stuff," she waved her hand while pointing an accusatory finger at Artemis. "Like the stuff between you and Orion."

Beside Y/N the goddess of war simply sighed, grabbing two glasses from the nearby automotones and giving one to the goddess of flowers, whispering. "They're like children," which made the younger goddess let out a giggle.

The goddess of hunting simply stared at Aphrodite, one hand on her hip and scratching the side of her head with the other, a confused look in her eyes. "There's nothing between me and Orion though,"

The goddess of sexuality merely snorted at the words. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, but I know what I'm seeing,"

Artemis scoffed at the implication but then a smirk graced her lips, a snide remark ready on her tongue. "Are you really still hurt that you have no power over me or Athena?"

At the accusation the goddess of love found herself flabbergasted, catching herself before doing something that might bring unwanted attention towards them, even if the need of wanting to yell at the goddess of the wilderness still lingered within her.

Composing herself Aphrodite gave her friends a thin-lined smile. "I'm not even going to bother indulging you," she said in a sickly sweet tone. "I will however be taking my leave, for I have more pressing matters to attend."

"You mean matters like Ares?" the goddess of hunting said sarcastically, resulting in both a blow to the ribs and a stern look from the goddess of wisdom.

The goddess of love simply shrugged, a cheshire smile making an appearance on her lips. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you," and with that, she turned away from the other three goddesses and walked towards the god of war, whose lips shifted into a smirk once his eyes laid on her.

"Dammit Athena, did you really have to hit me that hard?" the goddess of the moon said annoyingly, her hand grazing over the spot.

The goddess of good counsel however remained composed and calm, stating matter-of-factly. "Do you have to constantly say things like that to her? It makes you look like a child Artemis."

"I am simply poking fun at her," the goddess of the wilderness stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. However, the way the older goddess stared at her made Artemis swallow whatever other words she would have said about the subject. With a deep sigh, she replied. "I'll apologize to her and I promise to you that I'll be nicer."

Athena, however, rolled her eyes, not really believing the words but deciding to drop the subject, choosing instead to talk about strategies when it came to battles and hunting, something she knew would distract Artemis.

As the conversation turned in that direction, Y/N started to tune it out, due to the fact that she had very little to no experience when it came to fighting in wars or the hunting of animals, choosing instead to focus her attention on watching the gods and nymphs interact around the hall, the glass of ambrosia grazing her lips but having no actual intention to drink the liquid.

As her eyes scanned the place the goddess of spring couldn't help having her attention being drawn back to the king of the Underworld, and as she did Y/N found him looking in her direction.

~🌸~

After the, supposed, toast between the six deities each of them separated into different groups, Hestia decided to talk to nymphs, Demeter and Hera moved to another side of the room to have a private conversation, while Namjoon, Jin, and Poseidon stayed in the same spot, getting a new drink as fast as they finished the previous one and having their own conversation.

Well, maybe saying he was part of the dialogue was a nice way of putting it, considering that all the god of the Dead did was listen and not really saying anything. He didn't feel a need to, after the 'toast' the six deities had a brief conversation about the goings-on in their lives, something that he didn't engage with due to not much having changed since the last time they had seen each other, before each one decided to do their own thing, leaving the three male gods on their own.

Afterward, the god of the Sky and the god of the Sea started to have a conversation about something that he was barely paying to, not that the other two seemed to notice, making the Lord of Riches feel like he could be no different than the wall behind him and nobody would care.

The one positive was that, at the very least, people had mostly stopped watching and murmuring about him, even if he would still catch some of them trying to do it secretly out of the corner of his eyes.

However, there was one that didn't hide that they were keeping their eye on him, someone he didn't recognize.

A woman, a goddess, on the other side of the room, almost as if she was mimicking his stance. Both deities standing detached from their group, having their glasses on their lips but not drinking anything, ignoring everything around them, and keeping their eyes on one another.

Namjoon didn't know if he felt uncomfortable or intrigued by her, however, he couldn't help but find amusement in her boldness, and despite his more logical side telling him otherwise, there was something, similar to an itch he wanted to scratch. A certain unexplained need to mess with her.

Lowering his occupied hand, the god of the Dead arches an eyebrow at her, wanting to see what her next step would be, he runs his tongue across his lower lip before biting the fleshy part, wanting to see how she would react.

At his actions the goddess's eyes widen before she looked away from him and down at her feet, biting her bottom lip in the process.

A large smirk made its way on his features. "Cute," he said quietly to himself.

"Hm? Did you say something?" the god of the Sky said, turning his head in his way.

The taller god shook his head. "No, nothing," he took a look at Jin from the corner of his eyes for a couple of seconds before turning his attention back to the goddess, taking another swing of nectar. "Where's Poseidon?"

"He went looking for Amphitrite," the king of the Gods took a sip of his drink, taking a glance at the god beside him before turning his gaze towards what had captivated him. A young goddess, one he recognized more due to the fact of who she was related to than anything else.

He gave a side glance to the king next to him before returning his gaze towards the girl, who seemed to be having an inner struggle between looking back at Namjoon or pretending he wasn't in the room, keeping her under his watchful eye. "Something that interests you?"

The king of the Underworld simply shrugged before taking the glass in his hand towards his lips. "Simple curiosity, nothing more to it,"

"You're not the only one," at the words the Lord of Riches turned his attention to the king of the Gods, an arched brow on his features as he waited for the other to develop. Instead of giving a verbal answer Jin merely motioned to each corner, signaling him where to look.

And sure enough, the god of the Dead found four deities having their eyes on her - Hephaestus, who sat by himself, swirling around the glass in his hand; Apollo, who was surrounded by, who Namjoon assumed to be his muses; Hermes, who seemed to be jumping from group to group, always keeping a certain amount of distance from the goddess; Ares, even as Aphrodite dragged him by the wrist to a secluded area.

All of them looking as if they were lovestruck, and the god of the Dead couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at how obvious they were being. "You can't possibly be comparing me to them. They are acting as if it's their first seeing a woman,"

"I never said that," the king of the Gods stated matter-of-factly. "I just said you weren't the only one observing little Kore."

"Kore, huh?" Namjoon said, a small hint of mild amusement in his voice. Although, he wouldn't deny that the name seemed to fit her perfectly, an air of innocence and purity that waved off of her, eyes so wide and bright she looked no different than a curious child finding out more about the world.

However, the king of the Underworld couldn't shake the voice inside of his head, the one that whispered disappointments of how the goddess, that was intriguing him so, wasn't the one mentioned by the Moirai.

Beside him the god of thunder and lightning hummed in agreement, giving a quick glance at his friend. "She grew into a fine goddess, didn't she? I can't help but find it a shame that Demeter wants to keep her to herself,"

The king of the Underworld's eyebrows raised in slight surprise, he had heard that the goddess of harvest had given birth to a baby girl centuries ago but it had never crossed his mind that said child was the same one he couldn't take his eyes off of.

But, perhaps, what had astonished him the most had been the choice of words that were used. Due to the nature and role, he played in his realm Namjoon had long since developed a sense of being able to detect hidden meanings of what was said, so much so that everyone who worked under him very rarely tried to lie to him.

In response the king of the Underworld scoffed at the words, followed by a dry chuckle. "Did you expect anything else from a mother that called her daughter maiden?"

"Not really," Jin shrugged. "Although, that might not mean anything in the future."

"What do you mean?" the taller one asked, intrigue prickling on his skin.

"Unlike Hestia, Athena, and, Artemis, little Kore has yet to swear before me that she wants to remain a virgin goddess," the god of the sky gave another side glance to his friend. "She's a young woman of marriageable age, and there seems to be a lot of gods that are…" a smirk grew on his lips. "Curious of her."

Namjoon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the words, taking a swing of his drink. "That would be if they can get past Demeter."

"True," the king of the Gods said, a tone of disinterest in his voice, almost as if he become bored with the topic he himself had brought up. "At least, it will be interesting to see them try."

"If you say so," gulping down the rest of his ambrosia as fast as he could, having grown tired of being in Olympus and just to lay down on his bed, the Lord of Riches failed to notice the goddess of flowers excusing herself to her companions before steeping outside, an action that didn't go unnoticed by the god of thunder and lightning. "Well Jin, it's been a fun night but I must return to my realm, there is still much I need to do before lying down for the day."

The god of law and order nodded along to the words, both men putting down their glasses before initiating a handshake, pulling into each other and swinging one arm around the back of the other, both gods giving the other's shoulder three open-palmed slaps.

"It was great seeing you," Jin said as both men separated. "You'll have to drop by more often."

"Likewise," Namjoon said with a somewhat forced smile on his lips, intentionally ignoring the second set of words spoken, before he exited the central hall.

As he watched the god of the Dead leave the king of the Gods took a glass to his lips and muttered to himself. "Very interesting indeed,"

When he exited the palace the king of the Underworld took a deep breath, feeling more at peace underneath the night starry sky than he had inside while surrounded by deities. He stared at the moon for some time, not really caring if seconds or minutes passed, he wanted to preserve its memory for as long as possible, especially considering that a millennia would probably pass before he was able to see it once again.

As he lowered his sight from the sky, it turned towards the patch of grass that adorned the front of the palace, where he saw a figure that made his eyes widen with surprise for a second.

A young goddess - no, Kore - was seated on the ground, her hand touching the earth as it grazed through a small portion of the grass, leaving a dozen or so daisies in its wake.

Slowly and quietly the god of the Dead approached in her direction, choosing to hide behind the olive tree closest to her and hoping the darkness of the night helped camouflage his figure, the last thing Namjoon wanted was for her to be scared of him.

With slight curiosity, he watched as the goddess of flowers ripped three daisies with longer stems with her hands, crossing the stems over each other almost as if she was braiding hair, taking the stem from the right and placing it between the other two and then taking the one from the left and placing it between the other two.

She continued this until the now braided stems were the width of a flower head, of which then a fourth daisy was laid so that the added stem rested on top of the center stem, she then resumed braiding, holding the new flower stem together with the center stem., the young goddess continuing this process until the chain was of the desired size.

All the while, the king of the Underworld couldn't take his eyes off of her, the way she was so concentrated on her task, one could almost confuse it with a life or death situation; the way light of the full moon shined down on her, making all the gold and silver in his kingdom look like coal by comparison. From her small delicate hands, that handled her work with such care and precision; to the long and simple white dress that, despite what her mother would think, didn't do any favors in hiding her physique or attributes.

Everything about her was mesmerizing to him, his more sinful thoughts paying special attention to the way the dress rose up, due to her sitting position, and showed off her thighs.

Once the chain was the desired length, Kore braided the remaining ends and then tucked them in near the start to make a crown, as she smiled at her creation the Lord of Riches could've sworn that he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his immortal life, a small part of him even wishing that the smile was directed at him instead of the daisies.

As the goddess of flowers was ready to put the crown on her head a loud and distant voice call out to her, pulling both deities out of their trance, turning towards the palace entrance where it was coming from. "Kore? Kore? Kore where are you?"

At the sound, the goddess stood up and made a quick dash towards the palace. "Coming mother," she said as she passed through the entrance and disappeared from his view.

The king of the Underworld's eyes dragged from the entrance to the patch of grass where she had been, the flower crown laying forgotten in her place, almost as if all the work she had put into it was all but an afterthought, and, in a possible weird way, Namjoon could relate to it.

Carefully he picked up the crown of daisies and made his way to the golden gates, the Horae simply opening the entrance to the heavenly fortress without sparing him a glance, not that he minded much, his mind otherwise occupied with other thoughts.

The journey back to the Underworld was rather uneventful, nothing but him and his thoughts to serve as entertainment, and for once he wished that wasn't the case, for them kept being drawn back to her.

Arriving in his realm the Lord of Riches descended his chariot to the front of his palace, stepping out of it and looking at the servant that had stepped away from the door and walked in the direction of his king, giving him a bow. "Where is Thanatos?"

"In the throne room my Lord," the servant said as the king of the Underworld gave him the reins of the chariot, bowing again before leaving.

Entering the palace Namjoon made his way to the throne room, feeling a migraine starting to form as he heard the noise the closer he got.

As the doors to the room were open before him, the sight that he had stumbled upon made the god of the Dead pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh.

There he found Thanatos; Charon; Hypnos, who had his hand up Pasithea, his wife, dress as both sat on his throne; and to make matters worse, they were all equally inebriated.

"What in the world is going on in here?" his deep, booming voice reverberated throughout the room, making all the daimons and the youngest of the Charites stop what they were doing and turn towards their king.

The three daimons looked at each other, neither one knowing who should be the first to break the silence, especially considering the look they were getting from their ruler - when he looked at anyone with his jaw clenched and with a raised brow, it was never a good sign.

Releasing a dry cough all eyes turned to Hypnos, except for his wife who still had her head lowered in shame. "So, hum," the daimon of sleep cleared his throat and removed his hand from the goddess of relaxation. "Huh, you're home early."

At the words, the daimon of non-violent death and the ferryman of the dead collectively groaned, with the minister rubbing his temple as well.

"I don't remember needing to give an exact hour of when I'd be returning to my own realm," the king of the Underworld released another sigh and rolled his eyes. "And that still doesn't answer why you're all drunk and making a mess of my palace."

"Well…," Jungkook started, keeping his eyes away from the king. "We heard that you were going to a feast in Olympus, so we wanted to have a little celebration of our own."

"And you decided that my palace - nay, my throne room was the ideal place for that?"

"It's more spacious," Jimin said plainly, shrugging his shoulders as he got up from the throne.

Namjoon groaned in frustration, feeling like the conversation was going around in circles. He turned his sight to his minister, hoping for some sense of a decent conversation. "What about you? Nothing to say?"

Yoongi's face stayed expressionless as he spoke. "Is there anything else to say?"

The Lord of Riches let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temple, feeling a headache starting to form, just wanting to go to bed and put the day behind him, but unfortunately, he still had a question to ask. "Did any of you, at the very least, watched over Cerberus?"

As if on cue, the three-headed white as snow hound, who looked to be in his smaller form instead of his gigantic one, bursted into the room, two of its heads barking while the third one had, what the god of the Dead assumed to be, a piece of someone's clothing in its mouth.

However, when he saw his owner had returned Monie dropped the clothes, and started wagging his tail before making a mad dash towards the king of the Underworld, whinnying as he jumped up and down on his back legs, his front ones pawing at his arm.

With a smile on his lips, Namjoon bent down to pet each head of the forty-seven cm dog, being mindful as to not ruin the flower crown. "Care to tell me why he's in this form?"

"We didn't want him to be alone while we were inside," Jungkook said scratching the back of his head.

Standing up, the god of the Dead shook his head in disbelief but as he watched the four of them with difficulty standing upright, and the tiredness that was starting to get to him, he decided to let go of the conversation, for now at least. "All of you, just get out and go to bed,"

The ferryman, the daimon of sleep, and the goddess of relaxation nodded and moved towards the exit, stumbling their way out the door and into the hallway, with Monie following behind them.

Only the daimon of non-violent death remained, staring at his king with a raised eyebrow, but waiting until the others were a few meters away before starting to talk. "What is that?" he gestured towards the daisies with his chin.

"It's a flower crown made of daisies," the Lord of Riches said in a disinterested tone, almost as if it bored him to speak of it. "I found it on the ground when I was leaving Olympus and decided to take it with me. Haven't seen them in a long time and the Underworld doesn't have these types of flowers," he raised a brow at his minister, almost as if challenging him to say what he actually meant. "Is there a problem with that?"

Yoongi stared at him from top to bottom, his hands between his back. "No, it's as you say," with that, the daimon left the palace, deciding to leave the conversation to another day.

When the door to the throne room closed once again the god of the Dead let out a sigh of relief, telling the two servants in the room that he wanted it clean, especially his throne, and then he took his leave, making a direct beeline to his room.

Entering his bedroom, he took a peek at his bed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, choosing instead to close the door and walk towards the mirrored dresser on the other corner of the room, carefully putting the flower crown on it, grazing his index finger through a petal, his thoughts being drawn back to the one who had made it.

Shaking his head to forget such things, Namjoon took off his clothes and threw them haphazardly onto the floor, avoiding looking at the mirror as he did so, not wanting to see the marks that filled out his torso and back, marks that him and everyone around him had gotten so used to that none would comment on it, marks that he didn't want to glance for even a second.

Afterward, he grabbed the bottle of wine from his dresser, pouring the liquid on one of the two glasses, no doubt having been brought by her, before taking it to his lips and drinking it until the glass was half empty, all the while leaning against the dresser, his eyes never straying from the naked nymph on his bed, as he stared at her with a raised brow.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you my Lord," she shifted her position until she reached the end of the bed, moving to be on her hands and knees, facing him with pupils blown wide with lust and a wide grin. "Is that a problem?"

"This is the second time today you barge in without being summoned," he said without a shred of emotion.

Like everyone else in the entire cosmos, the king of the Underworld liked to have his moments of privacy, moments that were few and, sometimes, far in between. Due to his busy life, he rarely had time to indulge in some of them, it had been so long since he had stepped foot in his vast library.

So, a lot of those moments alone had to be mixed with his schedule, delegated to his bedroom and his bathroom. Only him and the servants that cleaned afterward were allowed in those spaces, and even said helpers knew better than to interrupt their king, only doing so in cases that required his attention and when the minister was unavailable.

This was someone that was known throughout the realm, his mistress being no different.

But as of recent the naiad seemed to take a liking to come in unannounced and invade his personal time alone, something that was starting to irk him a great deal. Any other day he wouldn't mind indulging her, but after the day he had had, sleep was the only thing on his mind.

Not that she seemed to care, as the grin on her face grew wider. "I'm simply trying to be a good lover," the nymph of Cocytus moved her upper body off the bed, crossing her arms in a way that put a special emphasis on her breasts. Even the sickly sugary sweet way in which she talked was starting to grind on his nerves, and the god was only fifty percent sure that it was due to all the drinks he had consumed. "Especially after about how my Lord had visited Olympus, it must've been quite the stressful situation."

"It was," the image of the goddess of flowers flashed briefly in his mind, he mentally shook himself to get rid of such thoughts. "Interesting, to say the least."

"Hmm," she stood up and off from the bed, not really interested in any more conversation, strolling up to him until she was standing face to face with him, her hands finding a place on his shoulders before they ran down his chiseled chest until they passed below his waist and reached for what she wanted in the first place.

Taking a hold of his flaccid cock the nymph started to lazily stroke him, making the Lord of Riches bite his lower lip in order to not let out a groan that wanted to escape, more so when he felt her other hand cupping and massaging his balls.

And, despite everything, Namjoon felt somewhat detached to the ordeal, where normally he would be giving in to the pleasure, now he only had two thoughts on his mind.

The first was a conversation he had had with Yoongi sometime after getting together with his mistress, the daimon talking about the possibility of how the naiad might want to take the role of queen, a concern that the god of the Dead was quick to dismiss.

At the time, he had made it unabatedly clear, especially to her, that he wasn't looking for a queen, something she didn't seem to have a problem with. Minthe tried to hide it, but he knew that what she was after were the bragging rights of how she had laid with him, something he never really cared much about.

But her sudden need to constantly be around him made the words of his minister ring louder in his ears, there was a possibility of her having changed her mind but that didn't mean he had done the same.

The second wasn't so much of a thought, but more of an intrusion. Whenever he allowed himself to relish in the moment, it wasn't his mistress he saw behind his closed lids.

It was a young goddess, the one whose name and conversation with Jin had made clear the fact that she had never been touched by the desire he was enjoying, the one who had made the crown that was close to his fingertips, the one who he couldn't keep out of his mind - Kore.

The king of the Underworld's mind wouldn't stop conjuring images of the goddess of flowers being the one stroking his length; of how she would have her wide, innocent eyes look at him with a mixture of fright and eagerness; of how he would teach her all of the pleasures she had been missing.

And damn if those thoughts didn't make him harder.

When he felt the naiad's breath on his leaking tip, the god of the Dead's free hand moved to the back of her head, having a tight grip on her hair and pulling her to stand up.

He drank the rest of his wine in one go, letting the empty glass fall on the floor before bringing Minthe's head closer to his until they could feel each other's breath.

"Hands and knees, facing the headboard," once he let go of her the nymph moved in a flash towards the bed, getting into position and wiggling her ass to entice him more.

With one last side glance at the daisy crown, Namjoon moved to stand on his knees behind her, a hand on her back as to force her upper body to lay down until her nipples grazed the sheets before his fingers started to rub the wetness around her slit, making her let out soft moans.

"So wet for me already," he kept rubbing for a couple more seconds before pulling his fingers away from her sopping center, using her essence and his precum as lubricant before his big hands settled on her waist with a bruising grip, lining himself at her entrance.

"You're ready?" that was all the warning he gave before thrusting with full force inside, making the nymph take every inch of his large cock all at once.

Minthe yelled at the sudden intrusion, not expecting her king to start so rough but not complaining, feeling so full as he filled her oh so well.

Not giving her a chance to familiarize herself with his length, the Lord of Riches drew back until only the tip remained before slamming into her once again.

His pace was rough and fast, snapping his hips with such force that it made the bed frame hit the wall with his movements while leaving the naiad in a perpetual state of constant moans, both sounds mixing with the ones of lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin.

As he lost himself, Namjoon's thoughts were brought back to Kore, thinking of how tight she would be around him; of how he would be the first to enter such uncharted territory; of how she would take every inch of him like a good girl and would beg him for more.

"F-fuck," he threw his head back, feeling himself closer to his high as his head filled with various scenarios of the virgin goddess under him instead of the nymph.

Once he felt Minthe's walls clenching around him, the god of the Dead moved one of his to rub circles on her clit, constantly hitting her cervix, ramming into her cunt at a harder, wild, quick, and, bruising pace that started to slightly falter.

With a couple more thrusts the naiad of Cocytus released all over the king, his name leaving her lips in a loud moan and feeling like her bones had turned into mush.

The Lord of Riches gave a few more thrusts before one final image of how the goddess would look after he came inside of her took center stage in his mind, biting down hard on his lower lip as he shoot deep inside of his mistress and painted her walls.

Taking a couple of seconds to catch his breath Namjoon pulled out of her center, not really bothering with the mess that spilled out of her, choosing instead to lie down on his bed, next to his lover.

After regaining the strength in her legs, Minthe stood up from the bed, passing her fingers through her hair to give it a more proper look and putting on the clothes she had discarded when she had first arrived in the room.

Afterward, she leaned on the bed and gave a quick peck on the king's cheek. "Thank you for your time my Lord, hope I was of service," and with those final words, his mistress left the room, a huge grin on her face.

Finally alone with his thoughts, the exhaustion of the day started to grab onto Namjoon like a parasite, leaving him struggling to keep his eyes open for very long.

With one last glance at the flower crown on his dresser, the king of the Underworld's eyelids dropped, the last image he saw before sleep took a hold of him was of Kore, when he had caught her looking at him in Olympus.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

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pinkmarmalade1 · 22 days

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Underworld Tings

Me being molded from a Mortal soul due to my father being a virgin God: 👽

Staying at camp in the Summer and in the Underworld in the Winter

Me and Nico messing with Spirits and Ghosts when we're bored

Hades asking me why I always sing to the Spirits

Me trying to startle Hades by using my Invisibility(haven't succeeded)

Me and Nico spending way too much time goofing off in the Palace

Persephone giving me a few flowers from her garden, which I then give to my father because he needs more love

Me helping my father reap souls during the winter

I always sing to the souls/spirits as I take them to the Underworld

Intrusive thoughts (what would happen If I were to switch two people's souls? 🤔)

Me and Nico hanging out more in the Underworld since he usually spends time with Will while at camp(or Hazel if he visits camp Jupiter)

Not that that's a problem, I'm usually hanging out with Lou Ellen or Clovis(when he's awake) anyways

Once saw Hypnos sleep flying around the Underworld, which is funny because sometimes Clovis sleep runs

Me and Nico eavesdropping on the spirits and skeletons conversations because they know drama

Key points:

A lot goes on in the Underworld

Children of Hades and children of Thanatos make the bestest of friends

Nico is literally the goofiest of goobers once you get to know him

Hades is actually one of the most down to earth Gods you'll probably ever meet

Persephone is the best, I don't care

Hypnos....well, he flies in his sleep and the apples don't fall too far from that tree

Souls like to be sung to

Thanatos deserves more recognition and love for his hard work, being the personification of death doesn't make him inherently evil, he stands for peaceful death after all!

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo headcanon #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson #shifting script #scriptwriting #shifting community #reality shifting #ideas #hades #thanatos #nico di angelo #child of thanatos #child of hades #god of death

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wackymaci · 2 months

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Maci Wiki Snips - the entire backstory - part two!

(Part one here!) [part two!] (part three here!)

bc who tf knows if I’ll ever really finish wiki and, well, this is all written!

akaaaa

Pre-canon events & backstories: This section contains information about Maci from before the canon Elysium’verse began - events that have taken place essentially “offscreen,” but are still canonical, and even crucial, to Maci’s history. Presented as a short biography… into narrative story.

copypasted again! still very long and still an entire STORY, of course picking up in the very next section following the previous post.

CW: Thanatos. THIS IS TRULY AN EXCRUCIATING READ (it was also an excruciating write) - physical-emotional-sexual abuse, violence, etc etc etc - PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

we (all of you allowed on this blog) basically already know the whole gist of Maci and Thanatos’ past (although I know there is one Specific Detail in this that I have NOT shared before that is going to make you all Gasp) - but since this is a very detailed summary of their full entire story it is of course horrific. s. sorry in advance. WELL.

So without further ado and wincing through reading this the entire way -

Ages 17 to 20... Thanatos.

Maci was now 17, and was being eaten alive by gnawing desperation, but she’d circled back to reminding herself that at least she was pretty. This was something she felt she could cash in on while she waited for Thanatos to realize she was available.

Without telling anyone what she was planning, that winter Maci gathered an insane sort of press conference in the Underworld and announced to the crowd that she was willing and ready to have sex with anyone who would have her. The audience of Chthonic entities did not actually seem to mind the thought of taking the virginity of a teenager clearly in the midst of a manic breakdown, but Maci's announcement was at first met with silence and hesitation, for if this was some sort of trap laid by the royal family, surely anyone who touched her would be subject to the wrath of the King and Queen. While they were slowly realizing that Maci was in fact completely serious - though again, clearly, in the middle of some sort of episode - Maci's flirty speech was interrupted by Thanatos.

Thanatos was always discreetly monitoring Maci for his own ulterior motives and he had been in the crowd that had formed. He was alarmed – not over Maci’s visibly waning mental health in this moment, but merely at the thought of “the ultimate prize” he had spent so much time carefully shaping and grooming giving herself away to anyone who wasn’t him. On the spot, Thanatos decided that he couldn’t risk anything or anyone getting in the way of everything he'd planned for years and seized the opportunity.

Thanatos appeared next to Maci and made a show of concerned outrage, beginning a hushed argument between them in front of the grumbling crowd until Thanatos told her that he’d keep her safe by sleeping with her himself. Finally stunned into acquiescence, Maci allowed him to teleport her with him back to the palace. Once they were alone, she lashed out at Thanatos for making fun of her, but Thanatos (who knew exactly how to talk to her and what she wanted to hear), assured her that he wasn’t joking. He told her that sure, doing all of this was… unhinged, but who was he to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do? She was the Princess, after all. And if she was dead-set on sleeping with random people – sure, why not, but also… why not let that first random person be someone she knew and trusted, instead? Tearfully, Maci confessed that she could not possibly allow him to have sex with her out of pity, for she was in love with him, and always had been. And Thanatos, playing her like a fiddle, replied that he’d always loved her too - that was all it took.

Maci and Thanatos began to date, and Thanatos insisted they continue as an open relationship to allow Maci to meet her goal of sleeping with as many people as possible. The sex addiction that would follow Maci for the rest of her eternal life well into the present day (and never resolved) began here, as she was instantly intoxicated by the rush of endorphins and easy attention that came with. Meanwhile, Hypnos acted weirder than he ever had now that Maci and Thanatos were together, perhaps, in Maci's opinion, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She chalked it up to jealousy (at Thanatos’ expert assessment) and paid him no mind.

Thanatos hit her for the first time about a month and a half in.

When it happened Maci burst into flames and threw him out; he didn't argue and retreated to his home in Tartarus. Days later, when she could no longer stand being alone, and felt that the string of anonymous sex she was having was no longer a sufficient band-aid, Maci sought him back out and demanded answers. Thanatos was all syrup sweet apologies, promising it would never happen again and swearing he had no idea what had come over him. Desperate to bury this and move on, refusing to acknowledge the glowing red flags and with no one else to turn to, Maci had Thanatos swear an unbreakable Stygian oath that he would never hit her again. He did swear this on Styx as asked. This was in fact the only time he would ever hit her through the rest of their relationship.

A few days later, Maci was with Thanatos when out of nowhere his mood turned suddenly cruel, and he began to neg her with sharp barbs and personal insults. Maci was successfully triggered into anger, her emotion-fueled powers setting ablaze again. But this time Thanatos was ready, armed with a theory he had been working his way up to testing: immortal deities did not need oxygen to function – but fire did. He strangled her until the fire went out, and Maci found herself choking literally beneath him, in a state of shock as Thanatos assumed the upper hand. As he finally dropped all his pretenses, Maci at last met the real Thanatos.

Over the next few days, weeks, months, Thanatos carefully outlined their new dynamic. He explained he was in love with her; he’d always been in love with the blind adoration and worship she held for him, though now he loved the look of fear in her eyes much more. Maci tried to break up with him – he refused. That wasn’t up to her. When Maci sought out Hypnos, he followed her to him with his scythe, and revealed, as Hypnos sobbed and bled, that Hypnos also didn’t make decisions of his own.

Maci couldn’t process the cruelty that was being inflicted upon her by her best friend, the love of her life, the only fucking person who had ever seemed to care about her. In fact, Thanatos seemed to enjoy reminding her that there was no one else beyond him. It was springtime by now, and Hades was not about to notice that anything was amiss in Maci's personal life. It was the time of year that Hades hardly noticed she even existed. When Thanatos began to wield his scythe against her too, Hades did not spare a second glance at the gory slashes Maci barely hid, proving Thanatos smugly right.

But though she was horrified to admit it, during these early months Maci was still in love with Thanatos, and she also couldn't stomach the thought of solitude. She was crippled by a fear of abandonment that had festered and grown by this time in her life. Thanatos plied her with niceties and the attention she craved, taking pleasure in the way he could easily dictate the rise and fall of Maci’s hopes, and she remained wrapped miserably around his fingers even when his faux kindness turned viciously cruel. She told herself over and over that at least he was better than no one. He also wasn't keeping her prisoner in the formal sense, and the terms of their open relationship still stood. Publicly, Thanatos still acted as the Underworld's darling, and they both knew no one would believe her if she tried to tell anyone what was happening. In her spare time, Maci numbly took solace in endless random sexual escapades, grasping after any fleeting moments of pleasure and affection that she could manifest.

This all went on, though by the next year, Maci age 18, her adoration for Thanatos had at least finally faded. Maci was far from the docile plaything that he was trying to force her into being, and she found the indignant energy to snap back; verbally, physically. Thanatos could overpower her every time, and everything was worse when he was angry, but she felt that it was worth something to piss him off, at least. The gravity of the nightmare she was living in began to sink in whenever Maci was alone with her thoughts, so she did everything she could to avoid ever being alone. When she was not with him, she distracted herself by seducing anyone across the Underworld, building a new reputation for herself that she felt vaguely proud of. She spent all her time in random beds or with Thanatos and was rarely at her home palace - and whether or not her parents noticed that she was a touch more withdrawn, a touch angrier, a touch cagier; whether they had heard the rumors about her activities; Maci never knew, as neither of them ever addressed her about it.

She also spent more time with Hypnos. He had always been a part of Maci’s life as her second best friend, but it was only now with the first spot open that Maci really started to pay legitimate attention to him. Eventually at Maci’s insistence, Hypnos admitted to her the scale of which Thanatos had been terrorizing him for their entire lives. He also confessed that he’d suspected Thanatos’ plans for her and regretted that he hadn’t tried harder to get her (or anyone prior) away from him before it was too late. Maci was stricken with the realization that Hypnos had been truly at her side while she had taken him for granted. Bonding through their mutual abuse, they began to lean on each other more and more when Thanatos was not looming over their heads. Eventually, Maci pushed their deeply trauma-bonded friendship into something more, and Maci and Hypnos began to date, secretly, behind Thanatos' back.

He found out, of course. It was at least a year later (Maci now 19 years old) that he finally acted in response, though Maci suspected he’d known for much longer before. Thanatos was always annoyed each time he caught the two of them together innocuously, but the level of anger he reached when revealing he knew their relationship was more than platonic was beyond anything he’d ever shown. Unfortunately, it was not difficult for Thanatos to twist this new dynamic back under his control. As an act of humiliating punishment, he forced Maci and Hypnos together; each terrified that the other would be hurt, they had become each other's biggest weaknesses. On this night, Thanatos used his scythe to slit Maci’s throat, nearly decapitating her.

Gods cannot die, and even what would normally be considered a grievous injury could eventually knit back together over time. In unimaginable pain, barely even able to speak, Maci was now left as prisoner tossed within Thanatos’ Tartarus cave, though he did not come or go and had whisked Hypnos away with him. Maci’s worst fear was to be alone, after all, and this was a punishment. The wound Thanatos had slashed into her healed tortuously slowly - when it was eventually “healed” enough for Maci to collect herself and leave, she disguised the horrific injury with a scrap of black fabric torn from her own chiton, tied around her throat like a choker. This black choker accessory would become part of her signature look forever through the modern day - though today that scar is only noticeable under close scrutiny, faded from time.

Not knowing where else to go, she looked for Thanatos, hoping at least Hypnos would be with him, and Thanatos promptly collected her back under his wing. During this second wave of their “relationship,” the occasional manipulative kindnesses he had sometimes tossed to her were no more. Thanatos was now bitter and cruel to Maci all the time. The resistance Maci had spit back upon him during those early years was also fizzled away - Maci quietly disassociated through each day. Thanatos' levels of physical violence escalated to include the occasional breaking of bones in addition to his ever-present scythe, and he now forced Maci and Hypnos together often. They still secretly clung to each other whenever they could, but both had numbly accepted that there would be no reprieve from this and Thanatos' constant surveillance. The passage of time was a blur. In public, Thanatos was somehow still all smooth charm, and though he was always flanked by a trembling Hypnos and an uncharacteristically docile version of Maci, no one ever guessed the truth.

The scope of Thanatos’ abuse came to a final crescendo sometime after Maci was 20 years old (maybe even beyond that, as she had reached two decades and stopped counting her immortal years). Unbeknownst to Maci, Thanatos had secretly procured a poison that he believed could strip a deity of their immortality - this had always been a long-time dream of his. Though Hypnos had grown up listening to Thanatos talk about this impossible goal, he was floored when Thanatos bragged to him exactly how his relationship with Maci would soon come to an end.

Hypnos had never stood up to Thanatos before, but he knew that he could not let this happen. As Thanatos cornered Maci alone to insist that she drink the glass he’d prepared for her, both Maci and Thanatos were equally shocked when Hypnos burst between them and shattered the poison in the nick of time. While Thanatos was frozen in disbelief, Hypnos breathlessly explained what had almost just happened to her... and Maci's state of disassociation flickered. No deity had ever died before. The sheer, insane, terrifying gravity of the Fate that she had missed by mere seconds crashed upon her as a weight heavy enough to launch her back into her senses. Then Thanatos snapped back into his senses, too.

He descended into an unhinged frenzy of rage and obscenity and lunged to hack violently at Hypnos, who was instantly overtaken. The scene unfolded before her in what felt like slow motion. Staring frozen in shock, it was here that it dawned on Maci what was happening and had happened; what Thanatos was doing to Hypnos and had done; what Thanatos had just tried to do to her; everything that Thanatos HAD done to her. Again she was snapped back to sudden reality. Maci, shoving down the fear that had consumed her for the past few years, forced herself between the twins and exploded.

Though Thanatos was in an uncharacteristic state of wild madness, redirecting his scythe wildly as Hypnos stumbled out of reach, Maci was now fueled by almost four years of her own stifled fury and she fended him off as a blazing inferno. Successfully forcing Thanatos back, Maci urged Hypnos to flee to the palace and bring back help. He returned with Persephone, who only understood what Hypnos had been trying to frantically explain in the throne room once she saw the scene of violence still unfolding. Infuriated, she peeled Thanatos off her daughter with an endless cascade of vines summoned from the underearth. The veneer of normalcy Thanatos always put on in front of everyone was shattered, completely gone even in front of the Queen herself, and he howled and fought as he was restrained. Restraining Hypnos too for good measure, Seph rushed to Maci, who now extinguished and collapsed.

And then it was over.

The immediate aftermath of Thanatos

Thanatos and Hypnos both were collected to the palace as prisoners (despite Maci’s insistence that Hypnos had nothing to do with this – they were known for being inseparable, and Seph wanted to be safe rather than sorry at this point. Hypnos did not argue), and before a court made up of the King, Queen, and the Primordial Titan-goddess Nyx, summoned as Thanatos and Hypnos’ mother, Maci finally revealed the truth, leaving no details out.

The list of shocking accusations would have seemed almost impossible to believe if Seph herself had not witnessed Thanatos at his worst. In fact Thanatos, even while held now within the constraints of thorning vines, was no longer bothering to hide his chilling demeanor. As the three elder divinities listened to Maci explain the sequence of events with Hypnos timidly chiming in when prompted, their reactions varied. Nyx seemed… appropriately horrified, but strangely did not protest the descriptions of Thanatos’ behaviors. Seph was visibly furious and heartbroken, devastated that Maci had gone through this, especially without anyone realizing. As for Hades – at first, he managed to be skeptical, but the evidence of Thanatos’ crimes in Maci and Hypnos' clear injuries could not be denied, as well as Seph vouching for what she had personally seen. Staring next into Thanatos’ unrepentant icy glare, Hades too settled into anger that such a betrayal of the royal family had occurred.

Maci had chafed at the fact that her word alone was not enough for her father to unconditionally support her, but by the end of this conference, it was still clear that something needed to be done, and all eyes turned to Lord Hades to announce the punishment that Thanatos should face. But Hades suddenly seemed troubled in a different way, and after a period of terse silence, he unexpectedly requested to speak to Maci alone. He sent everyone out of the throne room and Maci, with some anxiety, faced her father one on one.

Hades was quiet for a long time. He solemnly began to explain to her that since Thanatos was a Death God, one of only two in eternity’s existence, he did not think there was anything he could comfortably do to punish him, lest he risk the collapse of the functioning of the Underworld. Then, as Maci listened in dull horror, unable to believe what she was hearing, Hades turned on her, exasperation and frustration in his voice. He demanded to know how could she choose to get involved with this situation, knowing Thanatos was essentially untouchable? What exactly did she expect him to do to fix this now? Hades turned vicious, falling back into their pattern of relationship after all this time - had she done this on purpose to make a scene and be the center of attention again, wasn’t that just oh so typical of her? And for that matter how dare she prostitute herself across the Underworld, making a fool out of the King? He spat that he had always assumed she could take care of herself, but now it was clear that she was not capable of it, and again, what did she possibly expect him to do now that she had ruined her own life, and allowed Thanatos to take advantage of her stupidity?

Though Hades' words were callous, it almost seemed as though he had not yet fully made up his mind on what to do, or not do. For once, Maci did not respond to Hades’ provocation with matching vitriol. Instead, with another piece of her shattering inside, Maci tried to plead to Hades' sensibilities as her father and not just the King, begging him not to do this to her. But the longer Hades went on without responding, the more Maci's temper began to boil, rising in sheer desperation even while tears welled in her eyes. Finally she snapped at him that it was some move to send everyone away first, lest Persephone find out what a heartless fucking monster he was - the second the words were out of her mouth, Hades' gaze turned ice cold, and Maci knew she had sealed her own fate.

He reconvened their conference. Before Hades could issue his final decision, Nyx had the quick audacity to address them and plead for mercy for her son (just the one, ignoring the other who had suffered at his hand). Maci never knew whether Hades’ decision was drawn from this final request from the influential Nyx, or from her own last conversation with him; either way to the shock of everyone gathered including Thanatos himself, Hades formally announced that Thanatos would be free to go.

Ignoring Maci sobbing next to him, Hades issued a proclamation to serve as a restraining order, barring Thanatos from interacting with her ever again. This would serve as Thanatos’ singular punishment. Then, ignoring the furious disbelief of Persephone on his other side, Hades went on to issue a further proclamation – citing Maci’s clear inability to responsibly handle herself, effective immediately until further notice the Underworld’s population as a whole would be ordered to embargo her, and in fact anyone caught interacting with her would be personally imprisoned. As Maci wailed and screamed and pleaded to deaf ears; as Seph sat disgusted and outraged at her husband but unwilling to override him; as Thanatos bowed to the King, recollecting himself at once into his simpering, smirking demeanor; as a horrified Hypnos was ushered away by him and Nyx, still tethered to his brother with no end in sight; Hades offered no apologies, and he exited without looking back.

And with that, the saga of Maci and Thanatos' initial "pre-canon" history, and generally the overall sequence of events that inform the crucial components of Maci's character, is considered to officially end here. Thanatos would actively re-enter Maci's life after about two millennia had passed, now within the narrative of the Elysium'verse's canon storylines.

Maci would remain in Hades' forced isolation for the next eight years before circumstances (also pre-canon, briefly discussed in the following section) finally allowed her embargo to lift. She would then carry on into the rest of her life as the person this history had formed her into, the version of Maci who exists currently - all of it neatly compartmentalized inside of her, but quietly fueling absolutely everything about her personality, behaviors, and decisions.

✧*̥˚Maci literally would not begin to deal with any of the emotional or mental effects of her childhood and adolescence until about 2,000 years later, throughout the canon Elysium'verse.✧*̥˚

one more part left to finish this pre-canon up, the brief events immediately following that include Melinoe! (Part three is here now!!)

IF you made it to the end of this post- holding you I’m so soRRY.,,, but let’s all cradle Maci together because :(((((((((( AAUUUGHHHHHHHH— ahem once again questions and comments are appreciated AAHHH—

#ABUSE TW //#PREVIEW SNIPPETS

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grimeye-j · 9 months

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BSD godly parents pt.2 - DOA

Who would be the godly parents of the Decay of Angels members if they were demigods from PJO?

Fyodor: His ability is literally killing people he touches. That makes me think his godly parent should be Thanatos, the god of death (even though I don't think we've ever actually seen a child of Thanatos in the Riordanverse)

Sigma: If Hestia weren't a virgin goddess I would have said that Sigma is a child of hers, because of his strong connection with the concept of a home. But since she doesn't have any children I'd just say Sigma is a mortal who can see through the mist and somehow got dragged into the world of demigods against his will.

Bram: I think he would be a son of Hades. His control over the vampires is very reminiscent of Nico's control over skeletons. He's also demonized/outcast like children of Hades tend to be.

Nikolai: Choosing from just the gods who have appeared in PJO (and its sequel series) I think Nikolai would be a child of Hecate, both because his appearance and ability are reminiscent of a magician and because he likes to confront people with different choices (For those who forgot, Hecate is not only the goddess of magic, but also of crossroads). Alternatively, a bit of googling showed that there is also a goddes called Eleutheria, who is a personification of freedom, which could also be an appropriate choice for Nikolai's godly parent.

(I've already discussed Fukuchi in my post about the Hunting Dogs)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #decay of angels #pjo #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #bram stoker #fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol #bsd sigma #godly parents

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girl8890 · 2 years

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JK | Hieros Gamos (III - Final)

BTS ML | Mood Board

Summary: Falling in love with your soulmate was the easy part. The hard part is finding out what you have to do to complete that soul bonding rite, especially when he’s the one that’s left to tell you the truth.

Paring: God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!Reader

Genre: greek gods!au, soulmates!au, smut, angst, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: secrets reveled, horror stories, full fates casting, unwanted reading of the mind, jealousy, vaginal sex, loss of virginity, oral sex (f), fingering, completion of sacred marriage, family arguments, virgin!reader, big time skip, jk is such a gentlemen and in loveeee~

A/N: You know how I tag the genre as some fluff? Well, this where that fluff comes in. I just love making jk in love with reader, and out of all times for that fluffy cuteness to come, now is the time! Hope you are all ready for this long ass chapter, enjoy! 🖤

Part I | Part II

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You wake upon the softest surface you have ever slept on. Feeling a fabric similar to silk under your fingertips, and you smile as you smell the scent of pomegranate clog your nose. The pigment oder making you wonder how close the fruit might be to you in this moment.

Your smile slowly drifts away once that smell registers in your brain completely. There’s no pomegranates in the cave. There’s no plants that aren’t in Elysium or at least sacrificed to the gods that ever come near the underworld.

That’s when you remember everything that happened yesterday… how you left the cave, got attacked by souls, were saved by being flown away in the air, finding out who your best friend truly is, how you and your best friend… you did…

Your cheeks heat up thinking about what Jungkook did with you yesterday, digging your face further into the pillow. Pillow? You blink a few times against it, then push yourself up to see just what and where you fell asleep. You look around the room, and find yourself in a strangers room. There’s no one there, but you’ve never been there before to know who’s room you were in.

The sheets your on are gray, and the blanket and pillows are sheeted in black. The walls around you are colored in a deep cream, with sketches of what looks like a war carved in all over. You turn to your left to see an opened up balcony, and you realize then that must be how you smelt pomegranate before, but that could only happen if your in… if your close to…

You gasp when you realize where you are. You must be in Hades and Persephone’s home. You know the story of how Persephone ate six pomegranate seeds to stay with her husband for half a year, rendering Demeter, her mother, pleads useless to get her away from the unseen one. Unlike most gods and mortals alike, Jungkook told you the story in truth. Meaning there was no rumors to cloud what really happened to the couple, as in: they were in love.

You wonder how you didn’t think he was involved with the story, at the time. But looking back he talked about it like he was involved. So many gods, especially those that reside in the underworld, were involved with Persephone, Hades, and Demeter dispute. It only coming right a close when Persephone ate the pomegranate seeds and now she goes to the over world six month out of the year (for spring and summer), and then stays with her husband for the other six (fall and winter).

You feel a small smile twitch the corners of your mouth upward at the reminder of the last night you saw the queen of the underworld. It was close to a decade now since you last saw her, and she didn’t even know you were there at the time, but you knew she was kind by the way she presented herself.

Persephone came to the fates to ask if her and Aidoneus - Hades - would ever have children. Although the fates casting was not clear, they told her she would have three. You always wondered if she ever did have the children she wished for.

You sigh, thinking about the queen, then you continue to look around the room you woke up in. It’s dark, but overall normal looking. Nothing to make you think it’s a room of someone who cared about there room more then just somewhere to sleep.

Just as you’re about to wonder about it’s owner, you see the case over the bed. One that looks like it hasn’t been used in a long time, but the outline of the sickle that once laid in it makes it clears who’s room this is.

This is Jungkook’s room, and your in the god of death’s bed.

This witch needs to shut the fuck up.

You startle when you hear Jungkook’s voice inside your head, looking around like he would suddenly appear in thin air.

What should I say to her? … The witch isn’t helping.

You raise an eyebrow, wondering how you’re able to hear him in your head right now. It’s then you see the glowing link you saw when you both were… in the cave, stretch out in front of you again. The line leads to somewhere behind the wall, and you put two and two together to understand that Jungkook is behind that wall.

Before yesterday, you never saw such a thing before. You also never heard Jungkook’s thoughts before yesterday - well, you assume it’s the next day - and the thought of his words that were said inside of your head has your heart picking up in speed.

I love you, we’re the words that shock your soul to its very core. It wasn’t your words, just like the ones that flooded your mind before. They were Jungkook’s words… and they were directed towards you.

Maybe not directly, but he thought them and felt them. You bite your bottom lip, fighting back a smile. Even though he still has a lot of explaining to do, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same about your friend. If you can even call him that, anymore. Would after what happened between you two, the intimate moment you shared, make you more now?

Shaking your head, you try to remove the thought. The string connecting you two together fading but still there. Like it’s trying to just not be in the way.

You swallow thickly, looking at your connection that you’ve felt for so long be right there in front of you. You wonder if Jungkook felt it too. How it pulled you two together until your hearts connected. You wonder more what it means. What it all means! And you have a feeling the god of death knows the answers to all your questions.

You close your eyes, trying to concentrate on the god in question. There must be a way you can talk to him back. That not just random thoughts could be exchanged between the two of you. Can Jungkook even hear your thoughts?

You try not to think about it, nervous about what he could have heard, but either way you push. You push your mind to extend to the god that’s filled your mind before you even knew what he looked like.

———

“For a man with wings you tend to fall flat on your face when it comes to women,” Hecate scolds, not liking the situation Jungkook has made for himself and the underworld.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, pushing off the wall he was leaning on to tread up to the goddess of witchcraft. “It’s not just any other women, Hecate. It’s her.”

Hecate’s eyes widen slightly for a second before she sobers. Her naturally solum face never changing. “Nonetheless, she’s the daughter of the fates. I much prefer to not have another Demeter epidemic in the underworld.”

“Oh, please! The fates don’t scare you. You just hate that you know about this and the king doesn’t.” Jungkook’s words are true. The king of the underworld does not know about you, or your connection to Jungkook. A secret Jungkook wanted to keep all to himself, but since little miss read everyone’s mind without asking decided to read Jungkook’s mind on a particular day he preferred her not to, she’s now involved.

If Hecate had the patience for Jungkook, she would scoff, but instead she keeps herself neutral. “You know he should know. He should know who sleeps in his domain, and if what that hollow of a brain of yours is speaking the truth, she will be here for quite awhile.”

Jungkook’s eye twitch’s, hating that Hecate not only read his mind during a moment he was lost thinking of you - to be specific the you from yesterday - but that she decided to judge. Why are all the goddess that swore their maidenhood as off limits to all so judgmental?

“Because unlike you, Jungkook, us ladies can keep our pants on,” Hecate replies to Jungkook’s thoughts.

He breathes through his teeth, readying himself to fire some hate back at her, but before he could he hears your words loud and clear in his head.

I’m awake.

It was only two words, but enough to have Jungkook’s mind racing with all things you. Well, his mind is always racing with all things you, but after what you two shared yesterday has his brain running imagine after imagine of your face like a movie.

Jungkook looks towards the door of his room, the one your just beyond. He turns away from Hecate, not wanting to speak to the witch anymore, but she stops him just before he leaves the conversation completely.

“You must tell him eventually. The king and the fates deserve to know that’s she’s here.”

Jungkook sighs, feeling his body deflate at knowing Hecate is right. “I know, and I’ll tell them. Can you just… give me some time?”

Hecate purses her lips, looking at the god that’s older then her like a child. But, she’s relentlessly. She’s never seen this god so torn between his king and a women before. Before Jungkook swore off women all those eons ago, he would bring her own followers to bed with him without a thought. He at least made sure their maidenhood was already gone before taking them, not that it made it right since they were never able to bear children afterwards (if they were still able to anyway).

The goddess wonders if you were the reason he swore off women. The reason he kept himself away from any willing women - which sadly, there were many - and if so, Hecate is entirely grateful for you.

“Fine, but Jungkook, a little word of advice?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, wanting to leave the witch and get to you as fast as possible. With a annoyed tone, he asks, “What?”

“Don’t do what Aiden did with Persephone. Tell her the truth before you bed her.” With those last word and a swish of her auburn hair, Hecate leaves Jungkook staring after her flabbergasted.

He coughs into his fist, feeling his ears heat up red and he tries to cool them down before he enters the room you’ve been most likely patiently waiting for him in.

He was already planning to tell you the truth when you woke up, whether Hecate gave the advice or not, but now he’s suddenly feeling anxious. There’s not just the rite of completing hieros gamos that he needs to talk to you about, but what it means for the two of you. What will happen to you after you complete it with him. If, you want to complete it with him.

Jungkook looks down at his feet, stalling. You’re such an innocent goddess, and there’s few of them like you. Having to be the one to explain to you what it all means is a scary thought. What if you don’t want him? Or worse, what if after he tells you the truth about what it would do to you if you did it with him you would leave him? Seek another to do it with, even?

His jaw tightens at just the thought of you being with someone else. After seeing how you reacted to him yesterday he doesn’t want anyone else, but him to be the one to stir those feelings in your again.

Over the eons he tried to be good. Never taking another women because he knew you were always there. You may not have known who Jungkook was to you, but you were there nonetheless. Always there to cloud Jungkook’s mind, and he never strayed from his loyal love he silently gifted you. He just never had any jealousy’s to worry about either, so if you were to leave and find someone else…

Jungkook’s fist clenched around his sickle, his weapon of choice gleaming in the light. He tries to think of something else - the positives of if you’re okay with it. Well, the sex for one. Jungkook’s already smirking at the thought. And if you are okay with never being able to have kids and staying with him in the underworld for eternity, then everything will turn out great and his years upon years of waiting for you would have been completely worth it.

Yup positives.

Fuck, this is going to be hard.

Jungkook then realizes something then, as he pushes through the door to his room and finds you on his bed on your knees. Two pretty eyes blinking up at him, and the top of your chest and neck still covered in his love marks he left from yesterday… even if you were to leave, his love would still be completely loyal to you.

You would still be the one to cloud his mind, even if it would be thoughts of you with another. You would still own his heart. He just prefers to be gifted yours as well.

———

“Jungkook!” You beam with a smile as you see him enter the room - well, his room, but lets try to ignore that fact so your face doesn’t decide to heat up at the fact of you being in his bed.

Jungkook once worried expression sobers when he hears you say his name and sees the smile you greet him with. How can a being truly be this perfect? He thinks he would gladly kill anyone for you, but right now he has to try and protect you from himself as he feels the pull of your connection strengthen in that moment.

He had a feeling the hieros gamos connection would one day start pulling you towards each other. He just didn’t predict it would be the first day you saw him in person! And now, even when you were asleep, anytime you two were close to each other the rite begs to be completed. Even as he watches you squirm in your spot, obviously feeling the same tension as him, he tries to be the good boy he’s been around you for decades and walks in the opposite direction of you.

He sits in the chair about five feet away from you, and tries his best to smile though the tension that just laid like a blanket on top of you both. “Hello, Nae sarang. Did you sleep well?”

You pick at the blanket your sitting under and try to ignore the wave of want that coursed through you before. Also ignoring how the connection line connecting Jungkook and you suddenly got brighter by him just entering the room.

“Um- fine, thank you.” You glance at the bed. “I’m guessing this is your bed?”

Jungkook raises a confused eyebrow at you, wondering why you even need to ask. “It is.”

“Oh,” You say through an exhale of air. “Thank you for letting me use it. Although, I don’t quite remember falling asleep in it,” The end of you sentence gets smaller as you speak. Another memory from yesterday flooding your mind on how you passed out after orgasming against the god in front of you.

Your eyes widen, and your cheeks heat up into a rose hue. Jungkook doesn’t need to read your mind to know what just crossed it, and he smirks at the fact that he can still affect you like this even after he has you so intimately wrapped up in his arms yesterday.

“Yes, well, I couldn’t just leave you in the entrance of the underworld. That cave can be dangerous for a goddess like yourself, not to mention is really creepy.”

You shrug your shoulders, feeling thankful for the slight subject change. “I don’t know. I thought that cave was quite beautiful.”

Beautiful.

The memory of the first word that his mind caught of yours crosses Jungkook’s mind. How perfectly fitting it is that you thinking the word beautiful matched your own description perfectly to Jungkook, but it also brings his mind back to what he needs to speak to you about.

Jungkook clears his throat, and scoots forward in his chair. The connection tugs again, but he ignores it. Using his elbows on his knees he leans closer to you. “Y/n, I feel I have some explaining to do.”

Your smiles falls a little - to Jungkook’s dismay - and you nod your head because he does in fact have a lot to explain. “Yes, I think you do.”

Jungkook winces at the harshness of your voice, but he believes he deserves it. Even if he wants to blame he fates on him being untruthful to you, there was never a promise of him not telling you who he was. That was all him. All because he was scared of something you never cared about in the first place.

He still feels dumb about it. Not realizing that your his soulmate and his soulmate wouldn’t care about such stupid, trivial things like the past or rumors.

“I want to start with staying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you who I was or reveling myself to you when I should have.” You go to tell him it’s alright, and that explanation has already been done with, but he interrupts you before you had a chance. “I know your going to tell me it’s fine, but it really isn’t. For me to be untruthful with you over a fear is not right, and you deserve better. For that, I apologize.”

You take each of Jungkook’s words in, processing them and being mature about how you take them. Truthfully, your over that lie, but it does still feel good to hear him apologize about it even now. He had his reasons, and the fact that his reasons were out of fear alone is a little endearing. Especially when that fear was of your rejection.

“All is forgiven,” You say with a closed lip smile.

Jungkook’s corner of his lisp twitch up when he sees you smile again, tapping the sharp part of his sickle against the table in front of him before he completely puts it down. This next part… is going to be the hardest.

“I’m glad you forgive me, and I hope you keep that heart of gold you have when I explain to you why you’ve been stuck in that cave all your life.”

Your eyes widen, and your smile falls. Out of all things for Jungkook to explain, you were not expecting him to be able to answer that burning question of yours. “Y-you know why?” He nods his head. “Tell me! … please.”

Jungkook combs his fingers through his hair, hoping the fates don’t curse him with a terrible future ahead after he tells you this. “You know who your father is, correct?”

You nod your head before voicing the truth. “Yes, it’s Tartarus. That’s actually where I was heading before-“

“You were what?!” Jungkook’s stands up so fast his chair almost falls back behind him. He had a feeling you would be curious about the place, but he didn’t think you would want to go to the worst place in all of existence all alone! “Y/n, Nae sarang, please tell me your not serious.”

You feel smaller now, not expecting Jungkook to get so mad about you going there. You know by the few things the fates talked about that the place was bad, but also the ignorance they bestowed on you not letting you know how bad it actually is.

“It’s the realm of my father. I don’t see-“

“You can’t! I mean- you shouldn’t.” Seeing you suddenly scared sobers Jungkook’s temper a little, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to convince you to never ever go near that place.

His feet move on their own accord, until he’s right in front of you at the edge of the bed. He kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his and staring deeply into your eyes so he makes sure you hear his every word.

“The fates have told you about Cronus, right?” Your eyes blow out wide at the mention of the Titans name. Although you’ve never met the demon of a god, your blood runs cold out of fear of who he is and what he has done.

In the smallest of voices, you reply, “I have.”

“He’s there. Trapped, yes, but he’s still there, as well as a bunch of other monsters. Not even the king or queen of the cursed lands go there unless they absolutely must go.” Jungkook rubs his thumb across your knuckles, trying to sooth you from this horror of a story he’s about to tell you. “He also maybe trapped, but if he somehow gets into your mind… I-if he can get into your thoughts a-and me show you things…”

Jungkook’s stops there, suddenly overheating at just the thought of Cronus getting into your mind the way he has others. Few have ever ventured there and returned, but those who have - especially women - never return the same once Cronus has filled there minds with such terrible imaginations that feel too teal to be what they actually are.

“Hey- hey- hey,” You say as you let go of Jungkook’s hands and put your hands on top of his shoulders. You don’t know what’s going through his mind right now, but by the way he’s shaking at just the thought of you going there, and his warnings he’s giving you are all because he cares about you. He cares about you enough that he’s telling you the truth about the monstrous place and not spearing any detains. Something not many people have given you the gift of respecting your old enough to know. “Okay, Jungkook, I won’t go. I’m sorry I even thought about it.”

Jungkook breathes through his nose, trying to control himself before he flies to Tartarus himself and stabs Cronus with his sickle a bunch of times for something he hasn’t even done - even though he deserves a few stabbings for everything else he’s done.

“Don’t apologize, Y/n. I know you were just being curious, and it is your father that realm consists of, after all.”

You nod your head a singular time in understanding, and now your wondering how this even got brought up in the first place. “Why did you bring up my father, again?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen for a second, and then he rocks back and forth on his spot on the floor. Because of the shock and fright you just gave him, he completely forgot what he was about to tell you for a moment.

“Right, yes, Um… so your father. He is the realm itself of Tartarus, but he didn’t bestow your mother the gift of pregnancy for no reason. The fates and I believe that you were given a power like no other.”

Your shocked by what Jungkook is saying, but somehow out of everything he just said only one thing sticks out the most. “When did you and my family talk?”

Fuck.

“Never mind that now, I’ll be explaining that soon. But, have you by any chance felt… different since you left the cave? Any new abilities, I mean.”

You look down at the string of connection connecting you and Jungkook, then look back up at him. “Well, yes. I never saw this string before.”

You point at the connection you two have like he can somehow see it. Jungkook looks down at where you’re pointing, and all he sees is the bumps in the blanket of where your legs are underneath. “What string?”

“The one connecting us together.” Jungkook’s eyes widen, and his breathe catches. “It’s been there since yesterday, and I never saw it before. What do you think it could be?”

Jungkook has a feeling he knows what it is, he just wasn’t expecting you would be able to literally see it. Of course, out of all abilities for you to have you had to have the one where you can see - and most likely manipulate - hieros gamos connections.

Well, he was going to have to explain it to you sooner or later. Might as well be the latter.

“What do you know about the rite of hieros gamos?”

———

After Jungkook tells you all about hieros gamos, your looking at him with brand new eyes now. It all makes so much more sense! Why he’s always been there, why you always felt a pull to him, and how your feelings for him are so strong even after he’s kept such big secrets from you.

But even after he’s explained all of this, it seems like what you have should be impossible! You two never had sex. You would very much remember doing that with him, and what you two did yesterday doesn’t count for the rite. On top of that, you can legit see the connection, so it’s not like he’s lying to you.

“S-so I can see the hieros gamos connection.” Jungkook nods his head. “And we have that connection, but it’s not complete?” He nods his head again. You feel the blush on your face brighten, realizing what he’s silently suggesting from you. “And you want to complete it w-with me?”

Jungkook eyes widen ever so slightly, and he looks away from you out of embarrassment. The simple answer to that question is FUCK YES, but because Jungkook is a gentleman so he says instead, “I won’t force you into anything, Y/n. This is a lot to take in so I understand if you need some time. I’ve waited this long for you and I’ll gladly wait another decade or two for you, Nae sarang.”

You look at Jungkook with stars in your eyes, feeling your heart grow a little bigger for the god in front of you. How can someone lay upon you so much pressure, but make you feel so much love at the same time?

Gods! You need to have confidence in this. He’s waited so long for you, and, in a way, you’ve waited a long time too for this. Maybe he was captivated by you from the second you were born, but you loved him even before you knew what he looked like!

Your his Nae sarang, whatever that means. You look back at Jungkook, realizing out of all your life changing questions the smallest of them all has not been answered yet. Except, you won’t realize how big that question is until he answers.

You blink up at him, clenching the skirt of your dress between your fingers as your stomach builds with nerves. “Um… Jungkook… what does Nae sarang mean?”

Jungkook looks at you fondly, thinking back about when he first started called you that endearment. He knew you never knew what it meant, but you also never asked. It was his own way of admitting his feelings to you without you even knowing. Without him defying the fates that he promised he would be patient with you.

“It means, my love,” A quiet gasp escapes your mouth as you hear his confession. Jungkook caresses your cheek with one hand, and gently grabs a hold of your other hand in your lap. He can’t help but want to touch you as he retells the story about how he knew he loved you outside of the connection you two shared.

“When I first realized who you were to me, I wanted nothing to do with you. My life was just fine without adding love to it, and you were just an infant, so I thought these overwhelming emotions would go away eventually. I’ve seen many gods and goddess lose their hieros gamos bond with each other over the years, so I thought if I just stayed away from you, we would eventually lose it too…”

Although his words right now are cracking your heart right down the middle - unable to fathom a life without Jungkook now - it’s crazy to you to think this all started once you were born with him. You stay silent as he continues to tell you the tail about how he fell in love with you.

“But it never went away… it got bigger and bigger, until I just stopped trying to stop it. Once you turned 16 and the combination of our worlds bloomed my whole body ached to be near you. I just-… I couldn’t stay away from you after that.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, not understanding a part of his story. “What combination of our worlds?”

Jungkook continues to look at you with a small smile, absolutely loving retelling you all the moments he cherishes so much with you. “The tree at the back of the fates caves. It didn’t just grow there for no reason. It grew there when you were able to-“ He cut himself short, not wanting you to think you hitting maturity was the reason he came into your life. “The tree grew there and it - in a way - beamed me to you. It was-… honestly, it felt like it hurt to even be away from you.”

Your eyes widen for a second at thinking Jungkook was in pain. “Hurt you? That doesn’t sound romantic at all!”

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your cheek with his thumb when you don’t understand what he’s trying to say.

“No, Y/n. I don’t mean physically. I mean right here.” He then picks up your hand in your lap, and places it on his rapid beating heart. A part of him he truly believes will only come alive when you’re around.

You feel Jungkook’s heart beat under your palm, and looking into his eyes that haven’t once swept away the fondness he has for you. Although, now that you think about it, fondness is too small of a word to describe what he’s really feeling towards you. What he’s always felt towards you.

“You really love me, don’t you?”

Jungkook has thought of a million scenarios of how he would one day tell you he loved you, but out of all them he never expected it to be this way. With you sitting in his bed, after you ran away from the fates, and asking him a question you already should know the answer to.

But this scenario ended up being the best of all because of what comes next.

“I’ve loved you longer then I knew what the word really meant.”

It takes five seconds for Jungkook’s words to be processed for you, but once they do you know your answer to what you’ve been wondering about yourself since before you can remember.

You’re Y/n, daughter of the fates, father of Tartarus, goddess of connections… And wife of Jungkook. The god death.

You just need to go through one more glorious trial before you can claim that last title completely. And your happy to make the first move this time.

You grab onto the sides of Jungkook’s face, and smash your lips against his. He automatically recuperates the kiss, and next thing you know he’s crawling on top of you onto the bed. Using his arms to support him next to your head. He cages you in his arms, and the way his lips feel against yours has your stomach doing flips. The feeling of both of you together like this already addicting.

Unlike yesterday, this kiss was all on the both of you. There wasn’t some force pulling you two together, just the increasing amount of love that did it. And you do love him.

“I love you too,” You say against Jungkook’s lips, making him gasp into your mouth. He pulls away from you but only about an inch away. Looking into his eyes now, all you can see is yourself reflecting back at you. If this was an alternative universe, then there would be cartoon hearts in both of your eyes.

“Fuck, do you really?” Jungkook asks like a five year old kid instead of a deathless and ageless god.

You smile up at him, rubbing both of his cheeks with your thumbs and reveling at the goosebumps that follow. “Yes. Yes, I always have-“

Jungkook interrupts your confession with another searing kiss, and your everything but upset about it. You whimper as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. It’s when he grinds down on you, his growing erection rubbing against your core, that you gasp into his mouth and his tongue attacks your own.

To Jungkook you taste like honey and rose water. Two tastes he never thought he would love so much. To yourself he tastes like passion and affection. Two things you never knew had a taste and it’s dizzying you.

As your tongues dance in each other mouths, you feel his hands start to explore you. Your hands stay clamped on his shoulders, but you already feel yourself arching as his fingers dance across your skin. Your arms, your sides, your legs. They go everywhere.

“Fuck, your so beautiful, Y/n,” Jungkook says against your lips, making you swoon with affection. “Please let me keep you forever.”

Just when he’s about to explore the places you want him to explore the most, that he suddenly stalls, and backs away from you entirely. You look at him, and unlike what you thought you would see - a face of worry - you instead see something far worse.

A face of a terrible realization. How could Jungkook forget? It was one of his most frequented worries, but the second your lips pressed against his he forgot everything. And now all that was about to happen, him finally being able to have you in his arms the way he craves the most, may never happen because of something he can’t control.

“I need to tell you something…”

Your blink up at him, feeling whiplashed. You silently nod your head, suddenly feeling anxiety bloom within you. You back up in the bed when Jungkook starts to crawl back on it. Both of you sitting across from each other. Jungkook makes the silence stretch way to long, and seeing his hands shake isn’t like him. Granted, you’ve only been able to actually see him for two days, but he’s not an antsy person. Always cool and collected, unlike right now.

You can’t take it anymore. You grab onto his hands, gently rubbing his knuckles with both of your thumbs. “Jungkook…what’s wrong? What do you have to tell me?”

Jungkook looks into his lap, only glancing at your joined hands in the middle, but feeling like he needs to hold onto them for dear life - afraid you’ll run away if he doesn’t.

“What do you know about me, Y/n? I mean… the god of death and my abilities?”

Your eyes widen for a second, not expecting the question. “I know your the reaper of souls. That a single touch from you can kill any being if you want to.”

He nods his head, still not looking at you. “That’s correct. Anything else?”

You dig into your memories, trying to find the stories the fates gave you about the god of death and his abilities. Once it clicks in your head whats he’s worrying about, you tighten your grip on his hands and a small smile blooms on your face.

“I don’t want children,” You blurt out.

Jungkook whips his head up at you, eyes wide. “Y-you- wait, what?”

You giggle, feeling lighter now that you understand why he became so worried before. “I said, I don’t want children. I never have, and never will. Was that your worry?”

Jungkook’s eyes don’t shrink back to normal, and now his jaw has dropped. He’s never asked you about if you wanted children, but he also wasn’t expecting that to be your answer to his unspoken confession.

All women who lye with death are rendered infertile, that’s why he also never slept with virgins. They don’t know what they want, especially at such a young age. All his past conquests being mostly newly born nymphs or praisers of Hecate who were already half dead and not able to have children anyway.

He sighs, “But how do you know that?”

You raise a pointed eyebrow at him. “Come again?”

“How do you know you’ll never want children?”

And now it’s your turn to sigh. You just never did. You were treated like a child for the majority of your life, so having your own wasn’t ideal for you. Not to mention you have very little experience with children in the first place. Not many mortals under the age of 18 coming to the fates to request a new path. That, and, you feel like your life has just started. Even if you’ve been alive for decades, until yesterday you’ve never been truly free. Children are the last thing on your bucket list right now, and if for some reason you want kids in your future you could always just look over at Jungkook and think; he was worth not having any for.

You explain every single one of your thoughts to him, and you don’t miss how he slowly gets closer to you as you speak - invading your personal space (which, lets be honest here, you don’t care).

“Are you sure?” He whispers so close to your face that you feel his breathe fan. The smell of mint clinging to your sense of smell “There’s no turning back once it’s done.”

You still see the worry in his brow, and you lift your hand to wipe it away. “Hundred million percent.”

Then Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He smashes your lips back together, and the whole conversation is lost behind you. There’s no more worries once he has you in his arms, and the whimpers start pouring from your mouth into his. Stirring him on to start up right where you both left left off - to touch you everywhere he can get his hands on.

When you feel him cup your breasts in both hands is when that feeling from yesterday starts to bloom inside of you. You open your mouth wide into a moan, and he kisses your bottom lip as you do. His lips kiss down your jaw until they stop at your neck, attacking the surface there.

Sucking, biting, licking, and kissing is what you feel. All the while he continues to give both your breasts affectionate squeezes.

“Tell me, Y/n,” Jungkook says against you neck. All you’re able to reply with is a quite hum, unable to say anything while your mind is slowly getting fuzzy to everything else besides his hands and lips. “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

He squeezes one of your breasts again, his other hand dragging down your body until it reaches your hip. You arch your back and whimper when he licks a particular strip up a sweet spot of yours on your neck.

“Y-yes,” You reply with tightly closed eyes.

Jungkook then detaches from your neck, looking down at his fucked out goddess that’s only gotten this way from a few kisses and caresses from him.

He’s taught girls that thought they knew there way around pleasure, but your different then them. For one, the obvious reason, he’s in love with you. Not a single girl from the past has ever made his heart beat so fast in this moment that it feels like it’s about to explode out of his chest. Secondly, your intact. A virgin, untouched and know nothing about the art of love making. Your a blank canvas to Jungkook, so he needs to tread lightly about how he treats and talks to you.

Jungkook’s kisses you lightly on the lips, and whispers against them, “What did you think about while you did?” Your face heats up at his question, and Jungkook’s smirk only raises. “Who did you think about? Who did you imagine touching your body like this?”

As you go through a mental overload of things to respond with, Jungkook begins his descent down your body - kisses ever part of you clothed and unclothed.

“Y-you trying to get me to say you?” You say as he begins to kiss your clothed hip bones. The two bones jutting out while you have your legs half way bent with his head in between them.

Jungkook chuckles against your hip, and then nuzzles your abdomen. “Oh, Nae sarang… I know I’m the one you imagine.” You gasp at his cheekiness. “I just want to hear you say it.”

With a couple more pushes of his body downward, he gets to your thighs. The slowest of kisses get pressed to the inner part of each of your thighs, and you can’t help yourself but whimper as you watch. One particular breathe of his as he switches over between legs has your now soaking pussy clenching on nothing and it’s driving you crazy.

Jungkook bites his lip as he glances in between your legs, wanting to see and taste your pussy so badly, but he doesn’t stop the slow pressing of his lips on each thigh. He’s become a very patient god over these past centuries because of you, so he’ll gladly wait another just to hear you say it. Although, the intoxicating smell of what’s hiding under your dress that’s so close to his face right now may have him swindled to push forward anyway.

He never finds out if that would be true, though, because after a few heated silent moments you’re nodding your head and admitting, “I… I think of you… I would hear your voice in my head and imagine you talking to me as I did it.”

Jungkook’s smiles against your thigh, feeling his ego grow times ten, but he’d be lying if he said his cock didn’t just jump in his pants because of your words.

“Such a naughty girl,” Jungkook’s teases, making your rose colored blush stretch down to your neck. He then looks down at his next destination, and swallows thickly. He rubs his face against your thigh, suddenly nervous about something he’s hasn’t done in a long time. He knows he’ll enjoy the taste of you, he’s enjoyed ever other taste of you thus far, but having something he’s only seen in his wildest of dreams that’s only a dress flip away is a new experience.

“Gods help me,” Jungkook whispers to himself. You don’t hear him, but by the way he’s staring at what’s between your legs is making you sweat. So you decide to be a little daring. Wanting to show him your not as innocent as the fates make you out to be.

Jungkook’s eyes move away from your center when he sees your fists start to bunch you your skirt, slowly moving the garment up your thighs. It’s like everything is moving in slow motion in front of him as you slowly reveal your barely covered, soaked through the cloth, wet pussy.

Jungkook’s mouth runs dry when he sees your womanhood for the first time. It’s only covered by a practically see through garment, but it’s there. His eyes darken as he looks you over for the first time.

Your essence is leaking to your thigh, and every time you move your leg it sticks to the opposite surface. The smell of just how aroused you are hits his nose, making him have to hold back a moan. He feels his tongue jut out, and he plays it off as him just wetting his lips although he just really wants to taste you.

With an experimental finger, Jungkook drags his finger down your clothed core. He feels the soaked cloth become sticky to his skin, and then he’s pulling his finger away at the sound of a whimper. He looks back up at you, and the sight is breath taking.

One. Fucking. Finger.

All it took was one touch of his finger to have you close to tears and breathing like you ran out of air. If this is how you act by just one touch of his fingers, he wonders how you’ll act when he finally goes down on you. And Jungkook can’t wait anymore.

With the wettest and longest strip of his tongue, he moves the barer cloth away and licks up your pussy. You arch your back and scream his name into the quiet room, “Jungkook!”

It’s music to his ears, and he wants more of it. He licks every single one of your crevices, and smells your aroma fog his senses as he does. At some point the barer cloth gets in his way, so he pulls it clean off your body altogether, making you jump in your spot on the bed. You don’t get much time to process his action, though, because then his face dives right back between your thighs.

“So good. I knew you would taste so good,” He says without taking his face off of you. You arch your back when he speaks against you pussy, moaning a particularly high moan you’ve never done before.

You cup your hands together, and cover your mouth as his decent on your pussy starts making the most lewd noises comes out of you. Jungkook is to busy at the moment to notice, but soon he’ll layer his tournament with his fingers in your slit. Sucking on your clit while his fingers rub at your wet folds. He probes a finger gently inside of you, reveling at how tight it is for just his finger.

He starts to wonder how he’s going to fit in you, but then he hears a very clear and loud muffled moan, and looks back at you. He sees your hands covering your mouth, and two blood shot eyes looking down at him near your fingers.

He freezes everything. For a second he thinks he went to far. For a second his heart was ready to rip apart at the thought of him hurting you, but then you uncover your mouth and ask him in the most sexiest breathless voice he’s ever heard before, “W-why’d you stop?”

Jungkook shakes his head, his worst nightmare fading from his mind as he takes in your appearance now. Your eyes aren’t blood shot out of tears of sorrow but out of tears of pleasure. And your covering your mouth because… your embarrassed.

No. Jungkook won’t allow any of that.

He takes his hands that were once busy on your pussy and thigh, and pulls them away from your face to hold them near your waist. Your starting at him wide eyed, not understanding why he would do such a thing.

Why? He hears in his head from you.

And he answers back with, “Because I want to hear you.”

Then he’s diving back in, using his hold on your wrists now to push you deeper onto his face. The second his tongue touches you again, licking inside your hole like it’s trying to dig for a diamond, you arch your back to the heavens and cry out so many profanities you don’t know how the rest of the underworld can’t hear you.

“J-J-Jungkook… God! Fuck! … I feel like I’m dying.”

He chuckles against your pussy, and your to blissed out to notice what little correlation you just made with your words and him.

He pulls his face away from you, your essence dripping off his chin, but then he’s letting go of one of your wrists so his finger can then start to play with you again. You hum as his rough fingers start to rub you in all the right places.

“No dying yet, Nae sarang.” You blink down at him, way too dizzy in the head to understand a world he’s saying. “Deaths currently off duty.”

Those are his last words he gives you before you feel like you’re actually dying. His tongue returns to sucking on your clit at the same time his finger enters you, and it overheats your entire body. Forget seeing stars, you see fucking galaxies by the way his fingers are rubbing your insides. He’s finding spots inside of you you’ve never found before, and licking at all your crevices you never thought would feel good.

With more more press to a sweet spot, and sucking of your clit, within seconds of him your cumming harder then you ever have in your life! You swear there was even a few seconds you blacked out after that. Only his name on your lips as you cum on his face is echoing back to you in your head.

By the time you come to planet earth, you look down to see Jungkook lewdly licking at his fingers and lips. He revels in the taste of you, and can’t help but jut against the mattress. He’s so hard right now it feels like he’s close to pain, but he won’t be in pain for long.

“How was that my little goddess?“Jungkook asks with a knowing smirk.

“T-that was… t-that was wow.” This is now the second time Jungkook has run you speechless by orgasms, and you feel your entire body shutter when you imagine what it might feel like when he actually enters you.

You’ve heard through many sad tails from women that have visited the fates that not all sex experiences are pleasurable for women. Sometimes it hurts, especially your first time. But then you remember the few women that have actually gone to the fates for love, and you think there’s no way they would go there if they didn’t love their husbands.

You love Jungkook, and he loves you. More importantly, for your worries right now, you trust him to never hurt you.

The even slightest bit of worries wash away, though - when Jungkook sits up, and removes his shirt. Your jaw drops, and shit it immediately closes once you realize how embarrassing that is. You knew he was fit, you felt it yesterday and today while he was on top of you how hard his body is against yours (not including the obvious part of him in his pants right now). But what you see now makes the words cut like a god seem like a understatement.

In few words… Jungkook is fine as fuck!

He lets you take your fill, biting his tongue to control his laughter. He then tilts your chin up with one finger, and smiles down at you like he’s a sexy devil instead of a deathless god.

“See something you like?”Jungkook ask. You scoff at him, but your face is still red as a tomato. “Such a little feisty goddess.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your breathing finally going back to normal. “Wonder why the cosmos paired us together.” It was a rhetorical question and one laced with sarcasm. Jungkook’s grins at you, taking your comment as it was and not taking it to heart.

“I think-“ Jungkook starts as he leans down to your face, making you back up against the pillow behind you. “It paired us together because it knew there had to be someone like you for me to fall in love with.”

Jungkook kisses both of your cheeks, holding himself above you by his strong forearms. You lightly glide your fingers across his arms, feeling the veins under your fingertips. He is such a beautiful being, and starting up at him in all his handsome glory really does make you wonder why the universe paired you two together.

“What do you mean?”

He glides his nose across your own, teasing the touch of his lips to yours. You bite your bottom lip, pulling it through your teeth as you gaze into his two love sick eyes.

“Someone I would never reap.“ The one the reaper will never reap. “A deathless person like myself.” A goddess she’ll be. “And someone who I’ll be craving to take.”

Taking in his words has your insides twisting, and your pussy craving what he’s willing to him. Jungkook smashes his lips back on yours before you can crave to long, though. Its all clothing being ripped off, and the twisting of tongues from there. You don’t even realize your completely naked underneath him until Jungkook attaches to your nipple. The feelings you had from yesterday when you two were in this exact position sparks within you.

Your moans soon turn to gaps, though, when you feel something new, and foreign, and hard against your thigh. When did he take off his pants?

Jungkook feels you stiffen underneath him, his hands stopping in there tracks down your body as he unlatches his mouth from your chest. He knows you feel his want for you, and by the way your eyes widen he wishes it could be any other way. He wishes this wouldn’t hurt as much as it’s going to, and maybe if you weren’t a vir-

His blood starts boiling before the thought fully registers in his mind. There’s no space for what ifs anymore, anyway. Your here, naked in his bed, and underneath him practically begging with your eyes for him to take you. Wanting him to take you for the first time, and trusting him enough with your soul for eternity.

He whispers through the connection something that could have brought tears to your eyes if it wasn’t for your nerves.

Are you sure you want this?

Are you sure? Are you sure that you want the one and only person you considered to be your friend as a life partner? Someone who has been with you longer then your memory stretches, and has loved you before you even turned two hours old?

“Yes…” Jungkook licks his lips. “Take me, Jungkook.”

And who is he to deny you?

With a comforting arm underneath your head, and his other hand supporting your thigh, he slowly enters you for the first time. There’s pain, yes, but you feel an even bigger emotion spread within you. Spread through the both of you.

It’s a feeling deeper then love, and when he moves ever so slightly inside of you, stretching your insides to accommodate him, it’s almost catastrophic. Like the universe is giving you a brand new feeling that only you and Jungkook could feel.

“Nae sarang… are you… okay?” Jungkook says between deep breathes. He knew you would feel good, but he didn’t think you would feel this good. If it wasn’t for his amazing restraint, he would be fucking you so hard that you couldn’t see straight. The feeling of you surrounding you is so tight, and he now understands how making love is so much better then regular fucking.

Your just so perfect.

You nod your head, and squeeze his body closers to yours so your chest to chest. “Please move, my love.”

Jungkook groans into your neck, the pet name from you in English somehow sounding even better to his ears then his own nickname for you. He picks up his face out your neck, and stares down at you as he starts to move within you.

Whoever said the god of death isn’t a gentlemen is surly mistaken, because the way he treats you in this moment is like fire skating around ice. Maybe it’s the fact that your a virgin - was a virgin- or that your the first person he’s ever been in love with that he treats you like a glass doll, but either way you admire his patience with you.

You’ve never had someone care for you like this, and you particularly love when there’s a singular thrust he drives inside you to hard, Jungkook’s resolve nearly breaking, that drives you up the walls and having you cry out in pure ecstasy.

“Jungkook… My-My-…”

My god, was what you were meant to say, but instead you started moaning and the words were lost from you.

Jungkook shakes his head, remembering how to breathe when he hears you moan and whither in his arms. He didn’t even realize how stiff he was until now, but seeing your face contort the way it is now has him back to reality.

“Please Jungkook, can you… Ah!”

With a stronger grip on your hip, and him now gripping on the headboard behind you he starts thrusting into you with earnest. Moan after echoing moan is heard within this room, and Jungkook’s ears are capturing every sound.

The second you gave the go ahead, he took it. And fuck it feels like your melting his cock by how hot you’re getting around him.

Jungkook smiles down at you, and kisses your open mouth as you moan. When he starts to feel you clench around him a moan passes through his own lips. You rip at his back with your nails as he drives into you full force, unable to hold back any noises like before. You’ve never felt this good before, and truthfully, neither has Jungkook.

“Your so tight, and wet, and warm… fuck, baby, your so perfect for me.”

You both are so engrossed with each other that his words hit you right in the stomach, making you to close to be considered normal to reaching your end. It’s when Jungkook thrusts against a particular spot inside of you that it starts coming. It starts with your toes and then it’s vibrating across your every limb. It’s a quacking of an orgasm that he continues to fuck you through.

“Fuck, Y/n… shit you feel so good. The way you tighten around me feels like you’re trying to rip off my cock, ” Jungkook curses into your neck. He tries to keep himself steady as you ride out your orgasm, but it’s like he can feel it in his spine. The pleasure of what you’re doing only increasing by the seconds and making you both dizzy.

He pushes himself up by his arms, and your legs wrap around him to connect at the ankles. This angle not only has him driving into you deeper and harder, but with each thrust your clit is being pressed against. Your back arch’s, and your hands grab onto the sheets. Jungkook’s watches how you both reconnect and disconnect, and he sees how wet you truly are. He has to clamp his eyes shut. Feeling how wet you are is one thing, but seeing it is another. And if you were to say…

“Jungkook! So good… so good!”

You don’t know how it’s possible, but even just coming off your own orgasm you feel it again. It makes no sense, but you don’t think about it as your toes curl, your pussy clenches, and you feel Jungkook grow even bigger inside of you as you cum again. Your words and the feeling of your clench around him drives him to get three seconds away from cumming.

He drops against you, holding you tightly in his arms as his own orgasm begins to coarse though him. It’s all to much, but you hold him through your third orgasm of the night, and then your feeling his own inside of you.

There’s no warning besides a loud grunt in your ear when he cums. It shakes your fricken soul, and it has the both of you quacking and holding into each other much tighter.

And then you both feel it.

Your emotions became his emotions, and his became yours. Every thought, experience, or count of love crossed between you two is being shown to your eyes in front of you. Your chest are pressed against each others, and you feel Jungkook’s arms tighten around your body as he holds you. Both of you knowing that your both about to see some amazing images of each other as the truth of each others love is completed.

You gasp when you see yourself as a baby, the emotions that crashed into Jungkook with them that day.

He feels your emotions when you first realized you loved him, the day he told you the story about the war. Jungkook remembers that day, although not quite like you. He thought the story scared you, but you actually heard Jungkook’s every word as a way of him not treating you like a child.

That’s how the fates treated you, and you hated it. When Jungkook told you this horror of a story, him feeling like he’s doing the wrong thing by letting you know needed Information for being a goddess, he understands how your heart grew a little bigger for him.

Both of the days you fell in love with each other had double firsts. Both of you being each others first loves, as well as you being the first person he cared about and him being the first person to respect you.

You blink your eyes open, and see Jungkook already staring back at you. You both felt it, and you both saw it. The lightening of emotions and the connecting of souls that just climaxed from the two of you completing the rite. You smile, knowing your connected with Jungkook in this way now, and then something you’ll never get tried of hearing is said.

“I love you so much, y/n. I didn’t- you never told me that you felt that way… back then.” He means to say this as a way of clearing the air of the overwhelming emotions still pouring into the both of you, but there’s a hint of sadness there too. If Jungkook knew you loved him sooner, you could have been what you two are now sooner. But he knows that’s mostly his fault. Never being able to tell you the truth being the reason why. The past is the past, though. And Jungkook knows a thing or two about being stuck in the past. “I’m so glad I have you.”

Your smile never wavers as you look at Jungkook lay on your chest. You gently comb your fingers through his hair, feeling him hum against you - finally content with himself. He only pulls out of you after you start to whimper from over stimulation. Jungkook already getting hard again because he’s waited a millennium to be like this with you, but he’s willing to wait a few moments before he can ask you for more.

I’ll wait forever for you.

Your feeling a little drowsy now that you’ve come down from your high, but his thoughts echo all around your head. Before, it was always like a whisper. Something so small that had the potential to grow, and now that it has each word is clear as day. You wonder if it will always feel like this.

“I’ll make sure you always feel like this,” Jungkook answers your unspoken question. “I’ll make sure you never feel lonely again.”

He makes good on his words by scooping you up in his arms, and making you giggle as your suddenly picked up and cradled like bride. But I guess, you are a bride? You honestly don’t know how any of this works still, but your fine with figuring it out slowly.

His wings sculpt around you both, making it seem like it’s just you and him in this world. You glide your fingers down a set of feathers and feel the softness dance on your fingertips.

“They’re beautiful,” You comment.

“Yes you are,” He responds back. You look back to face Jungkook, and his eyes are only on you. You were clearly talking about his wings, but Jungkook can only think about you in any context in this moment.

You nuzzle your check against his peck, and hum in content like he did before. Jungkook bites his lip, fighting back an obvious smile, as he looks down at you.

“You make me so happy,” You say softly, still in a daze. “Can we please never leave here? Let’s not face the fates, and just… be here. Be together.”

Jungkook’s smile falters a little, but not completely. He wonders if he’ll ever be able to not smile around you again, but then he realizes he already has the answer - you’re the only reason he smiles. It’s just the mention of the fates that irks him. He knows they probably know what happened. They aren’t able to see your fate, but they can see his. Heck, they probably knew this day would come before even he did.

But still, one day you’ll want to see them again. He pulls you closer to him even though your already smushed against him because he can’t help but think they may try to take you away from him. Would they be that cruel? To cast a fate that he would lose you somehow?

You don’t need to read Jungkook’s thoughts to know he’s upset, although the emotion is pouring through your every blood cell at the moment. You sit up in his lap, and hold his face in your hands, and kiss him.

“I’m yours,” You say against his lips, and he stiffens underneath you when he hears your words. Eventually melting into the kiss.

It’s fierce, and powerful. Nothing to suggest more then kissing, but it’s intimate nonetheless. It’s your own promise to Jungkook. A promise that your not going anywhere, and that you two are forever bonded.

And just in case he doesn’t get the hint, you say through the hieros gamos bond the promise you’ll make every day if you have to.

I love you always, Nae sarang.

———

You never thought ten years would be your limit, but here you stand at the precipice of the cave you once lived in, readying yourself to see there faces again.

These past ten years have been crazy. Anything that has to do with Jungkook and you separate from the rest of the world has been as you expected: wonderful.

You’re team, really. You don’t go with him to the mortal realm and reap souls, but you love dictating who they will love for life in the future after they drink from the River Lethe, and then watching their souls drift to a new life.

Hades - Aiden, he likes to be called - and Persephone have opened you up to the Underworld with open arms. They didn’t even need a full introduction when you first met. Hecate being as loyal as ever - to everyone, but Jungkook - told the king and queen that first night after she snuck into Jungkook’s mind by accident.

The first night you were there, turned into five. That’s right, five whole days and nights of where Jungkook wouldn’t let you out of his room for any reason. It got to the point where even his mother, Nyx, was banging on his door and wondering what the fuck he was doing.

That was awkward first met and greet with the goddess of night. You being just on your hands and knees bent over the chair in the room while Jungkook was thrusting into you no more then a minute before hand. The goddess Nyx - similar to every other deity - welcomed you with open arms, though.

Within a month you knew everyone. Within three months you knew ever square inch of the underworld. And then within a year you claimed this place as your forever home, eating a full fruit of the underworld and not looking back. Forget six seeds, you had no one else outside of the underworld that your cared about and would want to see.

Well… you did have three someone’s. But there technically, if you squint, in the underworld. And now your going to see them for the first time in ten years…

Jungkook wasn’t happy about it. Him being prepared to stop reaping souls and keep you captive in your shared room to prevent you from leaving. For which you had to remind him that you’re your own person, and just for an extra measure - you reminded him just how much you love him with your mouth alone. Sucking him dry until he passed out.

Jungkook still held you close that night - like he does every night, but that night it was as if he let go of you then you would somehow disappear.

“Do you have to go?” Jungkook asked with the smallest of voices.

“I’ll only be gone an hour or two,” You assured before you kissed him on the cheek. You look into the eyes you’ve woken up to and fell asleep next to everyday for ten years, never getting tired of the sparkle within them, but with this everyday knowledge you see his sadness. You feel his sadness. It crushes your heart, but the only reason it’s there is because he loves you with all his being. “I’ll never leave you, Jungkook.”

“Such a big promise from someone so small.” You roll your eyes and then playfully hit his shoulder at his tease for your height. “Kidding! … I just- I just love you so much…”

You hate the smallness in his voice. It still echos in your head now, as you take your first step into the cave you were raised in. The first leap to the past you kept behind you for so long, you were willing walking back to.

The first thing you smell is the smell of thread. It’s a smell that hasn’t been lost from you in these last ten years. You wonder who’s fate they are currently sewing together, but as you walk further into the cave, you find out.

The three fates sit at there three seater sewing stand, pressing the humans fate and writing out how their life will play out before it has even begun.

“Hello, daughter.”

“We were wondering-“

“When you would visit.”

You smile at their familiar way of talking. Each word being passed through each of them as they talk. Unlike ten years ago, you see the visible only to you link between the three of them. You’ve learned a lot about yourself over these past two year including your abilities. One of those abilities being that seeing the hieros gamos link was not your only ability, but any link between connected beings.

You learned this when you met Orpheus for the first time. He did not complete the rite with his true love Eurydice when he went into the underworld to beg the king of your realm for her to come with him back to the mortal world. Despite that, you saw the link between the two of them, even if he did not see Eurydice’s spirit until the final second he shouldn’t have, you saw the romantic fate the two of them shared.

It was pink unlike yours and Jungkook’s. The hieros gamos link being blue. The fates link is a shimmer gold. A bond that will only break once one of them dies. Something the fates haven’t even written in the twine yet.

You walk up to the fates, wanting to reach out and touch their line but stopping yourself. Not wanting to know what would happen if you touched such a sacred bond like that. The other bonds you’ve touched had made their feeling stronger, but your not sure what will happen if you touch a link that’s been so fragile over the years.

“Hello, family,” You start with. “Who’s fate are you creating, today?”

You watch your mother’s smile grow, and your aunts lips switch upwards with hers. It’s like your reading off an old script as you ask that question. That question being something you would always ask, and being one of your favorite types of stories.

“A man who’s life will not be long.”

“He will have great hopes, and bear many babes.”

“It won’t be until he gets too greedy with his women-“

“That the last women he swelled with life will slit his throat.”

“Ending there love-“

“That never grew-“

“To what it was meant to be.”

From the outside looking in, it seems like the fates just casted a hopeful, but tragic life for this one man. But that is not the case. Unlike the fates, when you look at the twine you see a very important thread being carved inside of it as they sew in his 20s.

He will fall in love with his soulmate at the age of 22, but she will die before giving birth to their fifth child. Him slitting his own throat because of her, and a life cut short at the age of 30.

This is something you were never able to see before. It’s like you were finally given glasses to read out the fates castings that once either confused you, or you read to literal. You smile at the thread, even though the ending is still tragic it’s a life he filled with love.

Your mother, Atropos, cuts herself off from twining with a snip of her scissors. The other three sisters stopping once the thread has weaved through the spindle all the way.

All three of them sit up straight, and look at you at the same time.

“How have you been?”

“Pff! She means how’s the husband?”

“Any grand babies yet? Ow!”

“Death cannot bear children!”

“Stupid sister.”

“Oh… I forgot… sorry… your still my favorite niece, though!”

You roll your eyes and smile at your aunt Lachesis. Her foolishness was always so entertaining to you. “It’s fine. We don’t want children anyway.”

All three fates raise their pointed left eyebrow, then they look into the ether to find Jungkook’s thoughts on the matter.

…

“Damn.”

“She’s right!”

“Must still be a good- Ow! I was going-“

“To say-“

“Marriage,” Your mother shakes her head. Jutting out her bottom lip in an angry pout at her sisters.

You laugh and it feels so foreign to do around the three of them, that even that fates look over at you in wonder. You clear your throat, coughing into a closed fist.

“It has been good, yes… but must admit I didn’t come here for a family visit.” Although you still love your family dearly - even after they kept you trapped in the fake life for so long - you forgave them at the same time you forgave Jungkook.

In the end, you got what you wanted on your own path, and maybe that’s what the fates wanted for you the entire time. Maybe that’s even why they didn’t stop you that day - because it was time. You realized this when the three of them never came after you. Not even a whisper of a fates revenge tail being rumored across the three realms.

“Then why-“

“Did you come here-“

“Daughter?”

You answer, by looking in the direction of the place you first met your true love.

———

You expected the tree to somehow be withered and wilted. A tree unkept or visited by the one who empowered it made you think this way. But when you stepped into the small clearing you used to visit so often, you’re surprised to not only see it still standing but bigger then before.

The carnations are sprouting wildly upon the top of it, and the bark is still strong and brown. There’s not an inkling that you ever left that place to begin with.

“How can this be?” You ask no one in particular.

…but someone answers.

“It was made from a hieros gamos bond. I told you it would still be here.”

You smile when you hear the love of your life’s voice from behind you, but you turn around with a pout as you face him. “I told you not to come!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the bright smile he grows when he sees your face takes the attitude away. He walks up to you, and envelopes you in his arms around your waist. You smooth your hands up the front of his shirt, connecting your fingers together when your two hands meet behind his neck.

“Maybe I was curious about the tree too.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, unbelieving his very obvious lie. “Mhmm… and I love flying.”

Jungkook’s wings spread out behind him, like they can hear you mocking them. He chuckles lightly, then leans down close to your ear and whispers, “You don’t mind flying when we’re in the air and I’m fucking-“

You shove him away before he can say anymore, playful swatting at his chest. “Your so gross!”

“Then your in love with a gross god.”

You roll your eyes, but that statement has never been more perfectly- “True.”

Jungkook beams at your confession, and he clasps your fingers together with his because he can’t help but want to touch you every time you confess your love for him. You look over at the tree after a silence spreads between the two of you. Not silence out of nothing to say, but silence because you both are basking in the place you first exchanged words in.

You both end up sitting under the tree underneath the branch Jungkook used to love sitting on, staring up at the beautiful flowers. Your hands are still conjoined with his in the middle of the two of you, but you stay silent nonetheless. Both of you are remembering all the pining and longing you both did for each other here, and to think if either of you just opened your feelings up sooner then the life you live with each other now would have started much sooner.

But that’s not what keeps either of your silence in that moment, either. It’s the pure love you both feel here. You decided to venture here when you own day felt it calling to you. Like you needed to show the tree that you were in love with the person it grew for. You lean onto that said person’a shoulder, and breathe in the loving aroma around you.

“Wow,” Is all you say. It’s all you need to say because you both feel what this place is radiating right now.

Love.

And your love for each other, along with this tree, will be forever deathless

The End

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Pomegranate - Symbol of death and fertility. In Greek mythology, the pomegranate was known as the 'fruit of the dead' as it was said to have arisen from the blood of Adonis. It also prominently featured in the myth of Hades and Persephone.

River Lethe - Also known as the Ameles potamos (river of unmindfulness), the Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness.

Orpheus and Eurydice - read the full tragic love story about these two here.

Ending Notes: I want to give a big shout out to the author of the book Receiver of Many because reading that series over again inspired me to write this mini-series. If your interested in reading more Greek mythology stories, this one being about Hades and Persephone, I definitely recommend checking her series out!

I’ve also had this idea in my head for like a year, and only about two weeks ago decided to write it out. I don’t know why I didn’t have the confidence before to write it, but now that I did I absolutely love what I did!

Please leave all your feedback down below, or you can even message me. I really love hearing from y’all, and I’m not lying when I say it inspires me to write when I see positive feedback.

I hope you enjoyed this mini-series as much as I did writing it. Until next time my curious cats ఌ

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