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JK | Hieros Gamos (I)

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Summary: In a world where many different kinds of love are possible, Jungkook, the god of death, finds himself loving someone that should be impossible. One where he runs away and comes back to constantly, all because fate forced him to endure something he’s never wanted.

Paring: God!Thanatos!Jungkook x Goddess!reader

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

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mild flirting, angst, unrequited love (sort of), pining, reader is lonely, everyone keeps secrets from reader, mentions of past war and murder, implied future smut, overprotective family

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The first time Jungkook met you, he was meant to take you. Take you away, and reap your soul. Taking you away from the fates you would one day call mother and aunts. It was his job, after all. To take away souls that have pushed out their last breathe, and be met with his deathless face of skull and bone. It’s how everyone, mortal or god, ends up. In the end, they all meet him.

But for the gods… their families always make a fuss of the matter.

The second your mother and aunts saw his form come out of the shadows, they tried to force him away. It didn’t work, of course, he would take the soul that needed to be taken, but that’s not what stopped him from doing his job. In fact, one look into the infants eyes, and he knew he would never want to take your soul.

Your eyes shouldn’t have even been allowed to open. He was pulled there to reap your supposedly dead soul, at least that’s what he thought you would be when he got the pull from his wings to fly there. It’s very common for babies to die after birth, so he didn’t think much of it. But here you were… alive

Never, in a million eons, did Jungkook think looking into a deathless person’s eyes—a person he was supposed to take down into the underworld—would instead enact him to want to do neither and both all at once. He felt it coarse through his own soul, and all of a sudden he could see everything. Everything pertaining to you.

He could hear every thought and see every vision. Making him feel hot all over when you smile over being happy, but also wanting to burn everything to the ground when you thought about crying over nothing. This ability to have with another person, to have this type of connection, is only supposed to happen if… if two people… enact hieros gamos. Something he’s never done and has definitely not done with a one hour old baby. But one look into those innocent blinking eyes, and the impossible connection was formed. Making Jungkook surrender his own thoughts completely.

While the people around you were screaming at Jungkook to leave, to not take their child’s soul, to not take their very much alive infant away from them, Jungkook was stuck. Stuck staring at your pair of innocent eyes and unable to look away.

Eyes are a gate way to the soul, they say... and your soul was perfect. He couldn’t look away. Like if he did, it would somehow change. It looked like it was reaching out to him. Pulling him in, and giving him this feeling throughout his body that he’s never felt before. At least not to this extent.

Death isn't supposed to give anyone mercy. Death isn't supposed to protect those he doesn’t know.

Death isn’t supposed to love.

But once he realized he’s given you all three, he falls to his knees. Drops to the hard ground and doesn’t even wince when his knees hit hard ruble. Stuck staring at the infant in front of him that’s somehow taken everything from him, but at the same time given him everything.

It took a moment for the three witches, the sisters of all fated knowledge, to realize what just happened. To feel the coursing connection between their infant and death himself. The fates see all, but they some how had a moment of unseeing. Unseeing something that should have never been possible.

The one the reaper will never reap.

The fate passed through all three of the women at once. It was something they knew in their hearts beforehand, but did not realize the extent of the fate casted on their own little one.

Fates have the ability to manipulate and set someone’s lifespan. A lifespan they gave you no end to once they realized one of their wombs began to swell. Wanting to take away the for-told death they’ve given to every begin that’s been born before. But they did not realize what their own catastrophic, set in stone, no reversal, fate actually did.

That’s why, realizing in his own time what this all means, he left. Jungkook flew out of the cave and told himself he would stay away. Stay away from the being that’s already making his wings hurt from flying in the opposite direction. You were just an infant, after all. These feelings will pass. It’s all in his head, he told himself, and it will go away eventually. He’ll forget you even existed soon…

He hoped.

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Years—centuries—eons.

You’ve lived through many time shifts. Many wars you stayed away from, and many fate castings you viewed by your mother and aunts. Each fate hurting the people more than the last. Each one getting more redundant and eerier too. You never said anything on the matter. In fact, no one even knew you were there.

Your family kept you away from all mortals and all gods. Promising you that not a single lord or king knew you were alive. Saying it was for your own safety, but that gave you no hope for your future. You never understood why your family didn’t allow others to see you. And anytime you asked, instead of telling you outright why, the fates just gave you some stupid riddle to solve.

You would think after being alive, and living with these three gods for so long that you would understand what it all meant... yeah, no.

Especially when it came to anything about you.

You asked your mother recently, “Would it be okay if I went outside the cave, today? Just for a moment! I’ll be quick.”

And your mother replied with, “The sun does not shine on those that move too quickly.”

That made your head spin. In the end, you just read her words as a big fat NO. Angering and stressing yourself further about why you were never allowed to leave the cave you lived in all your life. You knew there was a world outside of these pile of rocks. You’ve seen enough mortals, gods, and even minor gods like nymphs come through here for a request to manipulate their fates to know there was a world to begin with.

But you never do step outside the cave walls. You never defied your family, wanting to always be good in hopes they would allow you a day of freedom, but that hope getting less and less each passing day.

Instead, getting frustrated that no one will let you do anything you want—because that’s just the type of child you are—and you go to the one spot in this entire cave you actually enjoy being at.

The tree.

It sprouted inside the ruble in the furthest part of your home when you turned sixteen. It was a quizzing thing, since not a single sprout of fertility lived in this area. The rock and lack of light making everything desalinate. Also the lack of fertility goddess blessings and nymphs being born in this part of the underworld, but what can you do when everyone fears getting on the wrong side of one of the fate sisters?

But still, the wood on this tree never cracked and the leaves were always green. Like somehow it’s always spring shinning down on this very tree.

The day my family and I found it, the one braver then the other cowards in your family, your aunt, the eldest of the three sisters, touched it. One flash of her eyes and she knew. She knew what you didn’t yet...

You were becoming women.

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This tree. The tree that sprouted out of nowhere on your sixteenth birthday, was your safe haven. Your family never went near it, and you can play along with the little voices there in peace.

Yes, voices. Well... voice.

Don’t worry, there’s no crazy manipulation here. There’s much weirder things in this world then hearing a voice almost every time you enter the area of this impossible tree.

The voice has just always been there. You thought it maybe some invisible tree nymph when you first heard it, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of wings flapping and threw that thought into the gutter. Nymphs don’t have wings. No nymphs that have come to see the fates in the past have ever had wings, so there's not way this man was the exception.

That’s right. The voice is a he. An invisible being that visits you, and you visit him. A secret interaction of a friend you cannot see. And you say secret as in: your mother and aunts do not and will not ever find out. They don’t even let you meet the mortals that come into their “mysterious cave,” so telling them you have an invisible friend is a no go.

It also wouldn’t help that you almost felt a pull to this person. Your family are the ones that create and destroy connections like that, so saying you had this mystical pull or connection to someone you can’t see wasn’t that good of an idea. They may say its for your “safety” or some stupid excuse like that and destroy it on the spot.

“Hello, Nae sarang.“ The being says when you enter the area the tree is planted at.

I smile, but I don’t look up from my steps, not wanting to trip on any wide cracks, as I walk closer to the tree. If you ask me to translate the word of endearment he just used, you’ll be disappointed. You’re lucky I know English, okay? Teaching me new languages was never on my families agenda, for—of course—reasons unknown, and I was to embarrassed to ask my friend what it meant, either. Instead opting to just run with hearing the same beautiful nickname from my invisible friend.

I make it to the tree, almost tripping over a piece of rubble but catching myself. I then press my palm against the earth wood, and glance around the empty cavern, wondering where my invisible friend might be.

“Hello… ghostie?”

I hear a chuckle from above me, and hope I’m looking in the right direction he’s in. I believe he’s on the thick tree branch above me, but I’m not quite sure. I can never tell until he speaks. Speaks with a voice that tends to fill my dreams most days. Days that always have you running to this tree in the morning, wanting to hear the angelic tones of his voice speak to you.

I go to reach out to him and pause mid hand lift. Another thing I should mention—maybe two things actually—I can’t touch him, and I can’t know his name. Two things I desperately asked for when I first met him. But after years of only having this invisible force as my friend, the only person I can truly talk about everything and anything with, I stopped pestering and overall stopped caring... well, at least on the outside. He was here, and I wasn’t alone. So it rendered to be enough.

And it was enough.... until today.

“Ghostie,” Your friend chuckled out. “You’re getting real original with your greetings now.”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, and spin in your spot to lean your back against the tree, still looking up at where you think he is. Sliding down the bark until your dress flowed out in front of you and your butt hit the rock below you.

“I don’t know. I bet my nicknames are even better than your real name,” You say jokingly. Knowing he’ll get your humor on the matter.

You imagine the person you came up with in your head rolling his eyes. Brown eyes turning half way through to green (because you could never make up your mind on the best color) shifting in his spot as he scoffs at you.

“Oh, please…”

You giggle at his fanned annoyance.

“My name would sound so pretty on your lips.”

Your smile falls, and you look away.

You both hated and loved him flirting with you in that moment. He always flirted with you, although it always sounded strained. Like he didn’t mean it or shouldn’t mean it, and the deepening in his voice was something beastly coming from him. Truthfully, you loved that voice. It made you blush more then once. But right now, what he just said, made you hate it as much as you loved it. You still blushed like a virgin—which you very much were—but instead of shying away, you look up at the branch you believe he’s on again.

Maybe if he said those exact words any other day it wouldn’t have bothered you, but the fact he teased you with unknown knowledge just reminded you of your family. You went to this tree to get away from them, not to be reminded of everything you don’t have.

What you don’t have: knowledge of everything outside these cave walls.

“There’s an easy way to change that,” You say quietly.

“You could tell me your name,” You say louder.

“And you’ll know for certain if you like it,” You say, and there’s a hint of bold flirtation in your tone of voice. Trying to drive it home that you really want to know something other then what you do on your day-to-day. Just one piece of new information, anything, would fill your heart with joy.

You hear a groan, and your not sure what to make of it. Not sure if your words made him angry or annoyed because you can’t fucking see him!

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n.”

“Why!” You say as you jump up. Feeling weird about your sudden frustration, but you know it’s properly placed.

You hear a quiet gasp, but it’s quickly recovered by your invisible friend. You hear some flapping of wings, then after a moment you hear feet hit the ground in front of you. Making you back up from the tree to give what you presume is enough space between the two of you.

“Stop, Y/n. You know I can’t do that.”

That just serves to piss you off more.

“No! I’m done with the mystery. I’m done with the not knowing. I get enough secrets kept from me from my family! The least you can do is not keep any from me!”

You know you’re being a little unfair, but you’re just done with it all. Why can’t someone, anyone, feel for you enough respect to let you live. Let you know the answers to unknown secrets, and trust you enough to make the right decisions with them.

There's a moment of silence after your words are done echoing in the cave. Too long of a moment. You think your friend may have left without you knowing. This makes a ping of hurt form in your heart, but before you turn to walk away, to feel further guilt about the shouting and distance you just caused with your one and only friend, he speaks...

“I’m sorry.”

That's all he says with sadness laced throughout every syllable, but you ignore that sadness. Two words that bring you no new information, and makes your anger fill all over again. Making the guilt wash away and tell him, “No your not.”

You said it the same way someone would say ‘your welcome,’ because no one ever really is. No one is ever actually sorry about keeping you in the dark.

So you walk away. Not wanting to hear anymore excuses today.

You hear him call after you as you speed walk further and further away from the tree. You even think you may have heard some footsteps behind you as you walk away, but you push that thought away. No one ever runs after you. No one ever gives you enough of a care to do something like that for you.

You walk away, entering the area where your family is, and dread how much more lonely your life has become because of this.

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Jungkook curses the fates as he watches you walk away from him. He even at one point started following you, but once you crossed the threshold he’s not allowed to cross in the cave, he was forced to stop.

He wanted to tell you everything, but he couldn't. He wanted to chase after you and hold you in his arms for the first time. To finally find out what you feel like in his embrace, but he could do none of that. Always longing for something he can’t have, and may never get the chance to have.

This all started years ago, on your sixteenth birthday.

He tried to stay away. He tried to drop the feelings that have consumed him since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time, but they didn’t even slightly falter. Instead growing with each passing day he was away from you.

The day you turned sixteen, he felt the pull from you strengthen immensely. Like it did the day you were born. At first he thought you somehow died. He flew to the cave thinking you were dead, and that he was going to morn a love never given or let out to grow, but he was wrong.

You were not dead. No.

You were maturing.

On that day, when the tree of connection from one world to the next sprouted for you, you hit puberty. A carnation tree out of all things too. Connecting your world in the gate cave and his own.

The tree sprouted at a part of the cave that shouldn’t have been possible, and you didn't know what it meant. Still don’t. At least not completely. You knew it was for you, just not to it’s complete extent. Jungkook and his sisters knew though, and that meant it was time for a meeting.

“You can’t-” “Have her-” “Be gone!”

All three of the fate sisters said to him that day. It was always so annoying when the three of them were together. Speaking in parts and knowing through their connection what all three of them wanted to say.

But Jungkook wasn’t just going to leave this time. He made that mistake when you were born, and once again, one glance your way had his bones vibrating and blood flowing to this new feeling. The feeling once new and unknown was clear as fucking day once he saw you again.

You were beautiful. Like artwork crafted by the gods themselves. Hell, if he was stupid enough he would even say more beautiful than Aphrodite, but he would like to keep you very much alive and healthy, so he refrained from saying those words out loud to even just himself.

SO... that day... he fought like hell for you.

“She's meant to be mine,” He said.

“We all knew what happened with the two of us the day she was born,” He said.

“I’m not making the mistake of leaving this time,” He stood his ground. “Unless you want another war to not be in your favor, that is,” And the sisters knew he meant every word.

Somehow inside that conversation with the fate sisters, the four of them made a deal. That Jungkook could only have Y/n fully if she fell in love with him first. That he could only stay with her by the tree, and if she wished to see him.

This angered Jungkook at first. Since he was already madly in love with you, but he eventually realized after enough arguing that you didn’t even know he existed or the connection you two shared, so it was a good deal. He wasn’t trying to steal you away and force you into a life that would make you unhappy. He saw first hand what that did with Persephone in the beginning, so he was okay with this part of the deal.

The next rule created by the fates was that he cannot touch you. Them worrying death would “ruin her innocents” if he touched her, although they played it off as not wanting to complete hieros gamos before you even knew what it meant. Maybe they even worried he would give you the kiss of death once you pissed him off for the first time, or making you infertile before you even turned seventeen. The fates mistaking him for every other god that took virginities like they were candy from babes.

Although Jungkook has had many conquests in his lifetimes, virgins have never been his thing. Lying with death renders a women infertile, so taking a virgins “purity” or whatever wasn’t the best thing to do in the long run. For you, however, he would wait to make you the exception one day. An exception he would have to explain every detail about this part of him, and just hope you don’t resist it to the point you would want to leave.

That rule was easily accepted... although later after exchanging words with you for the first time, he found himself annoyed about it.

The next rule of the deal, was something Jungkook came up with himself. In his own head, and he could tell the fates were hoping the opposite of this rule. Everyone knew the rumors about the god of death, and no doubt did the sisters especially tell their daughter about said rumors. Wanting to make her hate him before they even met in person.

The rumors of how the god of death killed every man in his sights on the battle field, and left not a single survivor in his wake. How he only joined the war to slaughter anyone he could get his hands on, and watch his sword cut through bone and blood. This is why even the gods were afraid of him, not to mention that he had the ability to easily kill others with one touch of his hand. It also doesn’t help that he holds the killing tool the all mighty Cronus owned before him everyday.

The rumors themselves... are actually slightly true. But they all miss the big reason as to why he did those things. Why him and the house of Nyx even joined the battle in the first place. Because Cronus took from the house of Nyx the same things he took from all the other gods. Killing all the people he once cared about without a care, and leaving Jungkook with nothing.

So yes, Jungkook killed many. Becoming the main reaper of souls because of it. But he did none of it for fun.

These rumors are also why he hasn’t told you who he is. If you didn’t notice by his angelic easily turned deathly looks who he was, his name would definitely give himself away. The god of death’s name is almost as scary to say as Hades, but even the unbound one has rumors about him that aren’t completely true and missing context.

But even Hades himself, the man Jungkook swore his life to, doesn’t know about the beautifully pure goddess that captured Jungkook’s heart.

And now Jungkook stands here, invisible to your eyes and unnamed, afraid that his own fears of you believing the false will pull you farther away from loving him back. That him being afraid of telling you any real information about himself, would chase you away.

Farther away from ever accepting death as the man you’re meant to be with.

The one person that would make sure with all his capability that you wouldn't ever have to experience... him.

The one the reaper will never reap.

Part 2

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Nae sarang - “My Love” in Korean.

Hieros Gamos - (Greek: “sacred marriage”), sexual relations of fertility deities in myths and rituals, characteristic of societies based on cereal agriculture, especially in the Middle East.

The Tree - Trees have bridged the gap between heaven and Earth, connected different worlds to each other and were the root of wisdom and took on appearance of supernatural beings, such as nymphs, naiads and dryads.

Carnation - Flower that represents death.

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girl8890 · 2 years

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JK | Hieros Gamos (III - Final)

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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.

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“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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