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sithskywalkerr · 5 months

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the first pomegranate seed given.

Summary: Anakin, a young god with a history of human experience and emotional volatility, is in conflict with the Council over their decision to withhold information about the survival of Sidious. Despite his anger, Anakin promises not to seek out the Sith. Meanwhile, Anakin struggles to understand his role and the Force's expectations of him, while dealing with mistrust from the Council. Padmé, beginning to talk with him, seeks to understand and accept Anakin beyond his anger and past actions. Series: pomegranate. Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Sabé, Yoda Warnings: death mention, padme lives au Ships: Anidala Word Count: 491 A/N: Who knew a new Taylor Swift release would be what I needed to finish, revise, and finally post this chapter. I am so sorry it's taken like seven months. I was having troubles with figuring out the plot, but it's fine now. Anakin is delulu per usual, but so is Padmé. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. read on ao3.

Her heart thumped harshly against her ribcage, and her cheeks warmed more as he straightened back up. She hastily gave a bow in return. “I apologize. There was a book in the library I had never seen before. Naturally, I was curious but didn't think it would lead me here.” She let her eyes slowly lift to his while she straightened up. While it wasn't a complete lie, she couldn't hold eye contact for long as his smile widened.

Even with her standing before him, there was still wariness to her abrupt arrival. Still, it had been a while since he had one that wasn't Obi-Wan. Bright blue eyes brightened still at the unexpected visit, and with the visitor being Lady Liberty, he couldn't turn her away. Not when he was curious of her just as she was to him. His voice came out low and warm as honey," Angels usually don't wander here." Taking a few steps closer, he folded his hands behind himself and smiled at her as he let his eyes briefly look her over. She was beautiful. Ethereal. She was in the starry crown that adorned her; the dark blue fabric of her gown seemed to twinkle and shimmer like the backdrop of their meeting while she avoided his gaze in her flustered. Perhaps it was a sign.

The rose on her cheeks darkened as chocolate eyes glanced around the soft blues and gateways before returning her gaze to his. Maker, he's handsome—no, focus Padmé. Pushing the thought away, she stepped closer and let her head tilt as she feigned confidence. "Only from a lack of a formal invitation." Observing him, she noticed the scar that ran down over his right eye and how a few dark curls seemed to frame his features just right.

Brows raise briefly while a soft chuckle escapes his lips, momentarily shaking his head. "The Between is not meant to be easy to find - even for the goddess of Justice. Though, yes, a formal meeting has been far overdue," he chuckled softly, giving a deep bow to her. "Forgive me, My Lady. Not many in Coruscant desire to visit here, and I believe you would be the same. Seems I was wrong." Straightening, he watched while she flushed again with a brief smile of disbelief.

"You are. I'm not like the other gods, but I can forgive you," she teased softly, her berry lips spreading into another grin. “You can call me Padmé. There's no need for formalities." She hoped it was good since he didn't ask her to leave. That had to mean something good.

He slowly hummed as he moved closer, giving a brief nod. "Padmé, how can I compensate for the lost times we could have met?" He held his left hand to her, softening his features while tilting his head slightly.

Oh, Maker, help her. Pink warmed her cheeks while she lifted her hand to his, letting her eyes fall to the tanned, calloused skin. The pink darkened more as he leaned down and lifted her hand, softly kissing her knuckles. How could all of Coruscant fear and shun him the way they do? Well, she knew why - vaguely. For the most part, her knowledge came from the various lives she reviewed once they reached the Netherworld. Returning to the present as he pulled back, she finally replied," May I request tea, Anakin?"

Another grin appeared on his features, and he moved closer while holding her hand. "Yes."

Her eyes brightened, and her grip on his hand tightened with a grin." I would enjoy some tea and see your library - if you have one."

"Oh, are you coming for my drinks and my books?" he teased, grinning as he offered her a robe-covered arm. "Stealing the knowledge I possess, how could you?"

A soft laugh twinkled between them as she took his arm," a person's library is more telling than many know. Yours would be no different. I'm sure of that."

Carefully guiding her along the star-lain path, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes while a small smile formed. "Hopefully, I'll pass your test then. Though, most of it I inherited from my predecessor." The Father's ample collection was expansive, and many books needed translation. Many of the books were in ancient languages, which he still had to decipher. However, that was a concern for later compared to Liberty herself standing in his realm, blushing at his soft teasing. He had to admit, it was a welcomed change to his isolation.

Delicately, Padmé's fingers squeezed onto his bicep, bumping her hip against him playfully as she smiled. "It might be one of the best libraries I've seen. Perhaps even better than my own."

Looking over at her then, he laughed softly, "Oh? How do you surmise that?"

"First, I do not have any books specifically on the Force, and secondly, the archives of Coruscant are … incomplete. Though I know my knowledge of the Force can be for a good reason, how can I serve fairness if I cannot understand the complex nature of the two sides? How can I serve Her wishes when they're shrouded from me? If I can read some books, I can better attend to my duties."

Looking at Padmé better, his brows raised momentarily. "Surprising that you don't have a book already. Many humans have not believed in the Force since the second Sith Civil War. I could let you see books if you agree not to duplicate them or let anyone else read them."

Briefly nodding, she moved her eyes to the shifting gateways around them while leaning against his arm," of course, Anakin. I have no reason to. Even now, there are still those that still believe. I assume you focus primarily on them?"

"No," he shook his head, looking over to her then while his brows furrowed while he spoke. "Though I do seem to aid them more, it's because I'm alerted about the need for help in the Force. For non-sensitives, it's more by chance than anything else if I'm around at the time. It's still odd that you don't have books about it yourself. As Justice, you of all in Coruscant should know."

Lifting her eyes, she studied his features briefly, smiling a little with a brief nod. "I believe I should. It would help me in my judgments before passing them onto the afterlife." Turning her eyes away as he led her to a circular door, she tilted her head briefly. "This leads to your home?"

"Yes, to Mortis." Nodding, he guided her through to the stone steps with two large doors in front of them. "The monastery is more or less where I live. I haven't tried to construct anything else other than my living quarters.” Brightly smiling at her, he watched as she stared at the immense structure, eyes wide at the soft light emitting from the top. Giving her arm a soft squeeze, he looked up to the light.

With a blink, her brown eyes widened when they teleported into a long hall with paths changing along the sides at random. Her lips softly parted as her eyes darted briefly before looking back at him with a soft smile. "It's beautiful."

"It's difficult for those unaccompanied to navigate," he softly warned while guiding her along the dark path that seemed softly scattered with blue stars twinkling.

Another flush came over her when she realized she had to walk a smidge faster to keep up with him." Then you'll have to go to my realm when you've got some spare time."

A laugh brightened Anakin's features, eyes alight at her," Oh, I will. You'll probably grow tired of multiple visitations, but if it keeps you from being lost here. Then I could make a trip."

Padmé could feel the heat rising in her cheeks more, lifting her free hand to smack his chest playfully," You're teasing me!"

A sharp laugh escaped as he grabbed her hand." No, I'm far too frightened to tease Liberty." She could see how his eyes lit up with mischief, his features lighting up while his gloved hand softly squeezed hers.

She could feel the difference even beneath the black leather—heavier, not organic. She was aware that Anakin had lost the limb when he had briefly been human, but she was surprised at him keeping the loss even as he had become an entire god. A warm grin spread on her features as she shook her head and chuckled softly," A labyrinth, then?"

"A shifting one. Though, Force-sensitives can navigate through it more easily."

"How would one know if they are sensitive?" Her head tilted briefly. Looking around the space for various doorways, she was surprised at one leading to Coruscant's golden cityscape.

"There are various signs. It showed in my reflexes and how I could see things before it happened. Some have sensitivity to empathy with all life forms, human or not. Why?" His head tilted while curiosity lit up his ocean eyes, a brief smile fleeting on his lips as he guided her to the space he had made for himself. Candles in sconces and candelabras abruptly spark to life, lighting up the onyx and obsidian room around them. Even while in the monastery, he had taken the time to adapt the living area to his taste. It was almost dreamy, with some areas softly illuminated by a navy glow. On the large table, his current project was in pieces within the slow repairs for the golden droid. "Just ignore that; I'm in the middle of repairing 3PO," his voice faded as he watched her detach from him in fascination with the mechanics, tilting his head curiously.

Dark brown eyes widened in awe as she stepped closer to get a better view, careful not to bump into the bench with various parts and bolts scattered on it. "This is incredible, Anakin." Her dress swayed as she leaned down to get a better look at the droid, careful not to touch anything before she looked at him. "As for the Force, I believe I could be sensitive."

Pausing with the praise, he watched while she carefully moved from the table to be closer to him. "It would benefit your role if you did. The Force lives in everything, and everyone can use the abilities if they take the time to understand them."

Perfect opportunity. Padmé smiled softly, moving her arms behind her back. "Then perhaps I should have a mentor." It would make it easier to see him more, but she could see his hesitancy at the prospect while he squared his shoulders.

"I'm still learning and don't hold all the answers. Besides, I'm not the greatest mentor," his shoulders relaxed with a slight hum. He shrugged and grinned at her," But I could teach you."

"You did train Ahsoka well. You are a good teacher when you behave." She teased, grinning brightly at him as she moved closer with another glance at the android.

Letting out a playful scoff, he used humor to deflect while motioning for her to follow him into the kitchen space behind them. "I've never misbehaved in my entire life. Well, maybe on occasion."

"Sure. You've never committed war crimes."

"Hey, that was one time." Pausing once in the kitchen, he faced her better, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Over twenty years," lifting her gaze back to him, her voice was gentler. Though, there was something more impressionable in the Force: guilt, self-hatred, and indifference. Hints of his emotions that she could pick up on, even if they were faint. The nature of it was still a mystery to her, and she could only hope that he would share since she had not reviewed his life. His death was odd—overridden by the Force's will, and she had to accept the choice made.

"I still stopped—,” he began before she interrupted. "I know, Anakin," she said, looking around the darkly decorated kitchen. It was still dreamy and ethereal, and the navy light came from beneath the cupboards. The counters were onyx, shiny, and perfectly polished, and various candles around the space suddenly flickered to life. "This is gorgeous. That's all I've been saying, but I mean it."

Accepting the change of subject, he glanced over the kitchen. “It makes cooking at least more enjoyable," he said while making his way across the black tiles to the tea cupboard. Gloved fingers loosely grab onto the silver knob, opening it to show the sizeable selection.

As if he shook a treat bag, Padmé approached his side to peek at the various packages. Another grin brightened her features, eyes alight at the options. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"Obi-Wan is responsible for the collection. When he doesn't know what tea he wants, I've caught him close his eyes and smack a box."

She laughed softly, nodding as she moved forward to let her eyes scan over the boxes. "If it works, then why not?" Humming softly in thought, she reached up to get a pomegranate tea down, grinning up at him while presenting the box to him. "I'd like to try this one."

"One of my personal favorites." Anakin grinned, adoring the stars in her eyes at the comment. The excitement was tangible in the Force, and he gently took the box from her. Maker, she was cute. Stepping away only to fill the kettle, he rested it in the middle of the sink while turning the water on. "It's also the specialty fruit of this realm."

"I've heard," Padmé smiled, her eyes soft to him as she observed. I've also heard that if eaten, it will trap people here," she teased, leaning comfortably against the counter.

A brief snort escaped him, and he shook his head. "If that were the case, then I would have an unholy amount of house guests." He grinned when she laughed softly, the sound like a soft, warm melody as she brushed some of her hair back. Shutting the water off, he set the kettle on the stove to heat up. "I wouldn't be able to handle that."

Another laugh escaped her as she nodded, "I imagine it would be difficult for 3PO to keep up with as well — after you finish your repairs on him."

"He would be an anxious wreck." Briefly nodding, Anakin grabbed two mugs while pulling the tea box closer to scoop the loose tea into steepers. Her eyes followed his hands as he hummed," There is some honey in the same cupboard if you want to sweeten it."

Her features brightened at the mention of honey. She nodded as she stepped away momentarily, only to grab the little glass pot with a grin. "Where do Obi-Wan get all of the tea?"

"He visits the mortals to stock up."

"Does he venture there often?" Tilting her head, she smiled as she placed the honey pot down. Glancing him over, he gave a slight nod in thanks while getting water poured over the sachets. Others spoke of the 'things he has done' and fear of what he would do, but Anakin was kinder than the whispers while blue eyes briefly looked over to her.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts," Yes. He lives among the humans rather than dealing with the Divine. With the few stories he's told me, I don't blame him. Mortals are interesting to interact with—sometimes."

"How often do you see them?" Tucking her hair back, she tilted her head, brows softly furrowed. She glanced down at his hand while stirring the honey in, giving a small smile as he took an experimental sip of his own.

A pleased sound escaped his throat while he cleaned up everything first. "Nearly every day." He paused to take another sip, pausing in thought before he nodded to himself. His gaze returned to her, "Do you live in Coruscant? You mentioned your realm earlier but haven't seen you when I go."

Moving closer, she took the offered mug from him with a soft thanks. She gave a slow sip to taste, lighting up at the balanced tartness. “No, I don’t live in Coruscant. I mostly reside in my area within the Netherworld. I do have an apartment in Coruscant where I'll stay if needed while discussing matters regarding mortals, the dark side, or Sidious's attempts to come back." She took a slow breath, shaking her head at thinking of the current climate in Coruscant that was still unexpected such a short time after mortals were finally getting some semblance of peace.

His blood turned cold at the news, and his brows furrowed as he looked at her. "He's alive?"

"Yes, he is. After all, it's not easy to kill gods." The air seemed to chill, and she watched as he stared at the counter for a moment while his features twitched in carefully hidden anger. "I thought you knew, Anakin."

His voice came out clipped, and he glared at her. "No. Obi-Wan told me that he was dead and sent back to Chaos."

"I'm sorry, but you only destroyed his mortal body. Please, Anakin," she moved closer, placing her hand on his forearm as she gave a soft squeeze to the leather-dressed metal," do not go searching for him. Coruscant will take care of this."

He watched her momentarily, unsure, before taking a slow, steady breath while pushing the anger away. "If I'm near him, I will not hold back."

Padme gave his hand a soft squeeze before finally letting go. She softly spoke while gazing at him," I wouldn't blame you for it. I know he was part of what happened, but I don't know the details."

He still knew, eventually, she would. It would be better to tell her himself rather than let her only know the lies from Coruscant. "I was born as a demi-god," he turned his gaze to the counter," I found my mother after leaving to learn with Obi-Wan for years, and when I returned … I found her tortured and on the edge of death. She died shortly after I saw her in the village." His jaw tightened at the resurfacing memory, and he lifted his eyes to her. "No survivors."

The confession hung heavily in the air while she placed the mug on the counter after taking another sip of her tea. "I am sorry for how you had to lose her. You've experienced grief, unlike many others in Coruscant. Does the experience of mortality affect your duties?”

His gaze never waivered from her, a hand reaching up to softly brush his fingers along her arm - attempting to soften the atmosphere. "I believe that it does. I have formed a better relationship with the Force and Her will, and that is what matters the most." Even after it all, he still believed that he hadn't been wrong. The apprehension from the Council only made him question if they had known what they were doing was within the will of the Force. Even now, he doubted that they were.

Her gaze lingered on him even with his intense gaze while she briefly nodded. "That is all that matters. I believe it was anticipated, as She is just as complex as the rest of us. However, we can stop talking about it and enjoy our tea. It is very delicious. Obi-Wan has a good taste for tea." She gave a small smile behind her mug before she took another sip, letting it warm her body.

His ocean-colored eyes softened as he chuckled softly," I have another request to fulfill. The library awaits." With his laugh, the room brightened around them as he thought for a moment. "I've never visited the Netherworld … that's where mortal souls reside, right?"

"Lead the way then, and yes. That is where they go after they die." She brushed her hair back again, dark curls long and cascading over the opened back of her dress.

Motioning her to follow, he led her to the hall while his mind wandered momentarily. Returning to the present, he slowed his gait when he noticed she struggled to keep up with the tea. He paused in the hall, softly illuminated by the candles around them, as he took a slow breath. "I have one last question." He watched her tilt her head momentarily before giving a soft nod for him to continue. "Is Mom okay?"

Her features softened in the warm light. She stepped closer and let her hand softly squeeze Anakin's bicep momentarily. "Yes, she is. She is no longer in pain. I hadn't spoken with her but saw her when she arrived."

"You did?" His eyes widened then, the scar along his brow warping from his brows raising while she gave another brief nod.

"Yes, I did. Of course, my duties take up most of my time, but I did speak with your mother for a while. She was at peace when she realized she had died, but she was more worried about you and how the loss would affect you." Even in death, she wanted to protect her son.

His eyes fell, lips momentarily pursing as tears threatened his waterline. "Now be brave, and don't look back... don't look back." Forcing the memory away, he slightly nodded while taking a slow, calculated breath. "Good." Lifting his head, he gave a reserved smile before guiding her to the large doors of the library. "After you."

The worry melted into excitement as Padmé moved closer to grasp the silver, ornate handle of the doors. Pushing the door open as she stepped in, her eyes widened in awe at the sight of it being three levels and truly expansive in every sense. "I might never want to leave!" She moved inside as he chuckled, following her inside as candles flickered to life, carefully lighting the ancient texts.

"I haven't read ten percent of it yet, believe it or not."

"I don't doubt that. Not with duties in the way, but before you help me understand the Force more, I would like to read a few books about the topic." She turned to face him, seeing him leaning against the side of one of the many pillars in the library with a soft smile on his features.

"Of course. As I said, you can't take anything out of the library, but you're more than welcome to stay as long as you need." Lifting his mug, he sipped while watching her nod enthusiastically.

She couldn't help wiggling her hips in excitement, her features brightening as she looked back at him. "I won't. I would appreciate it if I could visit every Taungsday."

"We can do that," he chuckled," but sometimes that's when Obi-Wan visits me."

"That's alright; I can be quiet. Obi-Wan won't know," she grinned, placing her mug down on a large table in the room used for studying. Padmé moved closer to the shelves cautiously, and her eyes widened more as she scanned along the spines. Books of history, religion, art, and nearly anything else she could imagine were now available to learn. She brushed her fingers against some of the spines slowly while her grin softened into silent wonder, a grin permanent on her features.

He softly chuckled as he moved to sit down at the table, settling with his mug as he watched her excitedly move around to look through the history section. "The oldest book is around thirty thousand years old."

She turned, the stars in her dress shimmering, and her eyes widened before coming closer." How is that possible?"

"A spell has been placed on it to keep it from deteriorating. I still rarely look at it. It's on the third level in a glass case." He motioned to an alcove on the top level, taking another sip afterward.

Her gaze followed before she noticed the corkscrew staircase, whizzing her way up while looking around before spotting the small crevice beneath a window. He watched while she hastily moved towards the glass case, pausing to look outside to see the ethereal trees. Her eyes returned to the soft blue book as a soft gasp escaped with eyes widening. "It's beautiful," she brushed her fingers along the edge of the case, looking over the delicate embroidery on the cover and spine, smiling as she moved to the onyx railing to look down at him. Still seated at the table, he had settled comfortably in the chair, eyes still on her. "You said around thirty thousand years? It doesn't look over one thousand."

Anakin gave a slight nod, recalling what the Father had told him. "According to my predecessor, the mystics at the time recognized the power of the Force and sought to record what they could as they began to learn more. It's a minor glimpse into the galaxy within human history, but I don't believe that humans wrote it. As we know, Terra was approximately billions of years old, but humans, as we know, have been around for three hundred thousand years. For evolutionary traits to happen that quickly in a hundred thousand years is unlikely - at least in my opinion."

She lit up as he spoke, leaning on the railing more as she grinned at him. "I don't believe that a human could write it. The author is unknown?"

"Yes. I've tried to figure it out by seeking guidance through the Force, but I have yet to get far. Only know that it has been written and bound by a woman. As far as the divine know, few ancient sentient species could have made it. It's fascinating, though—and well preserved, spell or not. It's still impossible for me to read for the time being. I can only trust that eventually, I will know everything." He watched her return down the staircase, her dress trailing as she listened.

Nodding while she sat beside him, her hands grasped her mug again, and she let her gaze return to him. "Even with the limited information you know, it's still good. Who was your predecessor?"

"He went by the Father, but little is known of him. He was powerful in the Force and had to keep the balance between his children, who represented the dark and light sides. Now, it's Obi-Wan, Sidious, and I."

Curious, her head tilted as she settled on a chair," Did he ever train you formally?"

"No. I refused then. I did not believe the Father when he approached me." He said, finishing his tea while leaning back in his chair. "I prefer to read the texts anyway. Obi-Wan tried to mentor me, but his

duties with the light side caused conflict. Now, I do what I can."

"Winging it?" She laughed softly, eyes bright, while she watched him laugh.

"Yeah," he nodded," I'm winging it, but nothing has blown up in flames. I think I'm doing alright."

A soft giggle escaped her with a shake of her head," Anakin, that isn't the best way for duties of this importance. I hope that the Force is helping when possible."

"Of course, I'm not entirely helpless," he snorted briefly, sipping his tea. "Younger me would have hated it, but I do a lot of meditation now. Especially with trying to understand more of this library."

She let out a soft laugh, nodding," Good."

"Maybe, but what about you? Do you have a predecessor?"

"Yes, I did. Sanandrassa was very kind in my training and told me how complicated things can be. It was enlightening but terrifying to get to the mortal realm finally," she said, taking another sip and settling back more. Padmé was quiet momentarily, smiling as she looked over to him. “Thank you for letting me stay and talk to you.”

"Of course. I don't believe you weren't seeking a way to come." He only grinned wider as she flushed, finishing off her tea.

"I didn't believe it would lead me here." She absently began to brush her fingers through her hair, glancing up as he leaned over the table more with a chuckle.

"Why did you want to come?"

Her flush worsened, and she bit at her lower lip." I wanted to see you. You're the only god I hadn't met before, and it seemed like nothing would bring you to Coruscant. I had to take matters into my own hands."

His brows raised as he spoke then, fighting back another smile wanting to form," Oh, you had to take matters into your hands to meet me? Why did you wish to meet me so urgently, my lady?"

"I've never properly met you, so I was curious," she said while still playing with her hair, suddenly interested in the ends. I wanted to see if you were as handsome as they said."

His grin widened as his head tilted," Do I meet the expectations?"

Padmé’s eyes flicked up to his, glancing over him playfully," perhaps you have, but you won't know. However, I'm afraid I must return before Sabé begins to panic. Next Taungsday, yes?”

Anakin wanted her to stay, talk more, and ignore her duties. Still, he pushed back the thought of convincing her to stay, finishing his tea. Placing the mug down, he nodded, standing to offer his left hand to her again. "Yes. I can come to the Netherworld so you won't be lost."

Taking her hand into his, Padmé grinned brightly," Oh, a personal escort?"

"I can't have you getting lost. The Council won't be happy about that." His brows raised with a grin to her as she laughed, nodding.

"Yes, especially Windu. He wouldn't like to see if I'm suddenly back in the ancient times by using the wrong portal. You can get me at midday if you're free."

"Perfect," he gently led her out of the library, giving her hand a soft squeeze. But I will warn you that it might be in our best interest if no one was aware."

Looking up at him, she thought momentarily, knowing how wary the Council was and the rumors circling Coruscant. "For now, I agree." If only this had kept her from hearing protests about being involved with him or in unnecessary drama and gossip.

"I prefer to keep myself distanced from Coruscant, especially regarding my business," he said softly, guiding her back to the World Between Worlds. While he stepped onto the starry bridge, his steps echoed on the surface with soft, blue light, and she carefully stepped back through the portal after him.

"I do not blame you for that, especially with their current isolation for you as if they haven't made mistakes before."

"With Sidious being alive, they have," he grimly murmured, pausing to push the bubbling anger away by forcing a smile on his features with her. But for now, every Taungsday will be yours to learn about the Force." He led her to a circle-shaped gate, the familiar image of the Netherworld's library on it, as he lifted his hand to press another kiss to her hand softly.

"I'll come to this spot near midday," she smiled, watching as he straightened up and let go of her hand with a soft smile.

"I'll be waiting," he watched as she stepped through the gate, pausing to look back at him with a final wave before the portal changed to another point. His smile faded once he couldn't see her again, and his thoughts began to race about the information she had said. His hands balled into fists while his shoulders squared as his gaze fell to the starry bridge.

Sabé had been searching for Padmé, trying to figure out where she had vanished for an hour without warning, pausing as she saw the gate open within the library. Creeping closer to the large doors, she stayed out of sight while observing her speaking to Anakin. Her brown eyes widened, lingering back when the gate closed to leave Padmé alone in the expansive room. She watched as the goddess grabbed the book on the table, looking over the soft blue glow before closing it with a smile. Opting to make herself known, she entered the library, where Padmé looked at her with widened eyes.

“Hello, Sabé. How long have you been there?” she flushed softly, holding the book to her chest as the handmaiden approached.

She lifted her hand, motioning to the space where the gate had been,” Long enough. I’m curious why you’ve taken a sudden interest in Skywalker.”

“He has always been interesting,” Padmé replied,” but you have nothing to worry about, Sabé. It was only a social visit.”

Sabé stared at her blankly for a moment before closing her eyes with a soft inhale and shaking her head.” Be careful of him, my lady.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “He’s caused a lot of damage on the mortal realm, and who knows what he will do in this one?”

“I trust he’s understood the mistake he made.”

She still knew better than that, knew Padmé better than that. “You’ll see him again, won’t you?” Crossing her arms over her chest, the handmaiden scanned over Padmé’s familiar form as she placed the book back.

“Perhaps. I would enjoy learning more about the Force through someone who knows both sides.” Moving closer to her body double, she murmured,” and I would wish that no one else knows. It’s already challenging to have Coruscant agree with my approach to mortals. Most gods won’t approach their devotees - it’s disheartening.”

“And he approaches his? With all due respect, my lady, I find it hard to believe he could be someone worth being around. He’s arrogant and caused so much damage. Force knows what he would do to you.”

“He shouldn’t be isolated.” Padmé said, facing Sabé more. “He has had the mortal life many of us have not had to experience. He’s faced loss, grief, and trying to make sense of justice from the horrific way his mother died. While it wasn’t right to slaughter the whole village, I can understand why it happened.”

Disbelief coated her features while watching the goddess, “This isn’t being objective, My Lady.” She made sure the door was closed before stepping closer, worry on her features,” he slaughtered the entire village and then further committed atrocities for years after.”

Quiet for a moment, Padmé thought back to when Anakin was alive. There was a sudden influx of death once the Sith gained political control in the mortal realm. It took Ahsoka nearly dying at the hands of the Emperor to cause Anakin to stop. With his sacrifice to keep her alive, to at least stop the horror, he was redeemed. Even after the destruction and the painful repairs, the Force still accepts him into the position. Taking a slow breath, Padmé looked at her with a reserved smile,” I can take care of myself, but do not tell anyone about this, Sabé.”

Fighting back a sigh, she could only nod to the goddess. She was only a handmaiden and couldn’t control Padmé to keep her safe. Her voice was soft as she gave a soft bow of her head. “No one will know. Please, be careful.”

“I will be,” Padmé promised, offering a softer smile before exiting the library. Moving out into the hall, once she was sure she was out of sight, her shoulders fell with a soft sigh. She would have to speak more in-depth with Anakin—once he was willing to. Hopefully, then, she could understand why the extent of the genocide and atrocities had continued. She doubted that it would have continued merely from the loss of his mother.

The sweltering heat on Tatooine had burned into his scalp and shoulders while Anakin had found the owner who had once held the property rights over his mother and himself. Watto had become wary of the sudden, aggressive inquiries of his former slave, and he tried to stop him as Anakin leaned down to the droid in disrepair. He ignored Watto’s protests, quiet while making a few adjustments before a beep chirped from the droid suddenly.

Dark eyes narrowed as he took in the taller human, yet familiarity existed. The realization came, but Watto was still wary. “Ani?”

Anakin silently placed the droid back down, letting his eyes lift to the Toydarian while he hovered in the air with leathery wings beating. Looking down at the droid that moved off to fulfill its duties, Watto only stiffened as blue eyes pierced into him again,” Where is my mother?”

It is him. Maybe I shouldn’t have let him win his freedom. Then, nothing would be out of order. Shaking the thought away, Watto thought for a moment. “I sold her to a moisture farmer. I don’t know where she is.”

“Who?”

Watto searched his memory for a moment, scratching at the scruff on his face, “Eh, a man named Lars.” Shock crossed the junker’s features as Anakin abruptly walked away, not caring to finish the reunion.

It was hours until he located the camp, sneaking into the house that Shmi was hidden in. Horrified at seeing her tortured, he rushed over to her, trying to comfort her. Upon seeing her son, Shmi had begun to let go, happy that her silent pleas to the Force had brought him back to her. Even if, for a moment, she just wanted to see her son one last time. As she whispered her love, she couldn’t finish it from the relief of him holding her in the final breaths. His eyes widened as her head rolled to his chest, her body still as he could feel the shift even in the Force.

His hands began to tremble before he moved her body down carefully, covering her before he made his way outside of the hut, igniting his saber. After the massacre, he had been found by Sidious, which only turned into a long apprenticeship spanning twenty long, cruel years. From his sacrifice, the Force seemed to take matters into Her hands despite the Council’s protesting for redemption.

Now, he faced the Council again, arms crossed over his chest. Obi-Wan made his way to his seat at the last-minute gathering, and Yoda watched Anakin curiously. Windu nodded once everyone was seated, motioning to Anakin,” You’ve gathered us for an inquiry?”

His anger was tangible, refusing to mask it within the Force. His brows furrowed as he glanced over them. “I’ve learned that Sidious is still alive. I deserve an explanation.”

Yoda made a soft sound of slight amusement, brushing his fingers over the wood of his cane absently,” Think you were the only one to return after mortal wounds, did you? No. Sidious lives.”

Mace nodded, not surprised by how blinded Anakin still seemed. While he was the youngest of them, he still struggled to see the larger scheme of things despite his belief that he already could. “While in the mortal plane, if our mortal bodies receive enough damage, we return to our realm. That is what happened with him, and currently, he is weaker.”

Anakin’s gaze moved to Mace, lips pursing a moment,” why was I excluded from this information?”

A heavy silence hung in the air, but the exchanged glances made Obi-Wan speak up,” Your need for revenge. Learning he is alive—“Will not keep people safe. While Sidious is weak, he should be found and destroyed before he’s recovered.”

While Mace agreed, he knew that if he led it, it would be more violent than it needed to be. Pausing, he let out a soft exhale:” Anakin, we understand he must be held accountable, and he will be. This needs to be dealt with carefully in order to keep the balance between the planes. The mortals are still recovering from the Empire’s destruction.”

Staring at him momentarily, Anakin nodded,” Is that what this is about?”

Obi-Wan had to refrain from sighing, glancing at the other members briefly before returning to Anakin,” Yes, we cannot ignore the destruction you caused. You are more powerful than we realized, but your emotions easily blind you.”

Blue eyes melted to yellow, and his gaze soon bore into Obi-Wan while his shoulders squared.” The war was inevitable.”

“For humans to experience, not to have two gods to interfere and worsen the chaos of it. More died at your hand, and we cannot ignore that in our decisions regarding you within your duties.”

His hands gripped his biceps more, and his voice grew louder. “Our duty is to follow the will of the Force, not politics. Sidious is still alive and must be dealt with while weakened.”

Yoda hummed then, watching as the younger god bristled,” if he lives, will of the Force this is? Hmm. Lesson to learn, not yet learned.”

Anakin's yellow eyes moved Yoda, piercing into him while his voice was low. “I’m a slow learner,” he glanced around briefly before looking back to him,” I will take care of this.”

“No,” Yoda said quickly. “Engaging with Sidious, you will not. Foolish to face him, it will be.”

Squaring his shoulders, he lifted his head more, scowling. “As if I would easily believe anything he says knowing what I know now.” However, there was still a belief that he had been correct for how the Empire enacted order, finally bringing censored peace and obedience.

Shakin his head, Mace folded his fingers,” Anakin, there is more for you to learn of the Force beforehand. You’ve been placed into the Father’s position, and while we cannot understand the Force’s decision, we accept it. You must learn the knowledge he wanted to pass onto you.”

“How can I when many aren’t translated? Tell me how to do this when I cannot read the texts.”

“That would be a journey for you to uncover yourself,” Mace said, unfazed by his anger,” the Force will guide you if you listen. With this, your duties will become clear.”

Staring at him for a moment, Anakin looked away, his eyes returning to the familiar sky blue. “I should have been informed. I’m just as much a god as the rest of you.”

Obi-Wan had been observing him, seeing the familiar hot-headed padawan he had tried to train into the ways of the light to keep him on his path. What they had been pushing for may have been wrong. If he were to bring balance, he would have to be able to use both sides accordingly without completely falling — but that was the issue. His passion was too strong, and it blinded him. “Anakin, we accept your return, and you have been aiding with the aftershocks of the Empire. However, we cannot risk another collapse.”

“It has already begun. The mortals continue to walk away further from the Force and will continue to wage war upon each other.”

Mace straightened while shaking his head. “Had the Empire not done the same? Sidious used politics to secure power, but the Force was left behind. We know the mortals have begun to lose faith in the

Force, but that was because of the Empire’s doing.”

Taking a slow sigh, he shook his head, curls bouncing momentarily in disbelief,” the Empire brought order and peace.” Had they indeed been blind to what he had accomplished?

“It brought fear and oppression, which turned people further away from the Force when all they saw was the dark side. How can you expect them to follow that if no one can guide them to see the light?”

His eyes searched along the ornate tiling of the floor, letting his gaze move between the Council members. “If Sidious is not taken care of, he will return more powerful. Then how can we protect them if he destroys the Divine? Who will stop him then?” Taking a step back, he ignored Obi-Wan as he began to speak, exiting the Council’s room while uncrossing his arms.

Ahsoka had been lingering in the hall further down, straightening up once she noticed he had exited. Grinning brightly at the familiar sight of him, she made her way closer, “Hey.”

He paused a moment when he saw her, giving a reserved smile as he moved closer to the white-adorned togruta.” Lingering?”

“I heard you came to Coruscant. I needed to see for myself.”

Nodding, he gave a small shrug before his features relaxed. His voice was quiet.” Did you know about Sidious?”

Hesitating, Ahsoka nodded, dark lips pursing as she glanced around before looking up at him,” We’re unable to locate him, but you need to promise me that you won’t try to.” The anger only began to bubble up more as he gave her a nod while stepping back. Obi-Wan would have had her promise not to tell him, intentionally excluded from anything regarding the Sith out of fear of what he would do. A portal opened up behind him as he let his eyes meet hers again.

“Anakin, I mean it. Do not try to find him.”

His hands went up in defense,” I won’t, Ahsoka.” Stepping through the portal, he glanced back as the portal shut and vanished, and she stared at where he had stood.

Slowly exhaling, she opted to linger for when the rest of the members came out, wanting to hear what Obi-Wan would have to say. “Please, for our sakes, don’t.” She straightened up as she saw the meeting finally come to a close and moved to speak to Obi-Wan immediately. “What does he now know?”

Blue-gray eyes moved to the togruta, worn and tired as he spoke,” what he wants to believe.”

They still mistrust me after all this time. The anger was still fresh, burning in his chest as he paused in the hall briefly. Though, should he truly be surprised since he simply came back just the same? Before, Sidious had taken the wool off Anakin's eyes, showing him how Coruscant was wary about him and his abilities even as a demi-god. For what? If they had truly worried about that, they had been more skewed than he realized.

Walking through the shifting corridors of the monastery, he made his way to the golden body of 3PO, looking over the loose circuits, boards, and pieces. Taking a slow breath, he got his lightsaber unclipped and placed it on the table, getting seated on the chair. Still, while he worked on the droid, his mind wandered back to Padmé and how she would meet up with him every Taungsday. Still uncertain about her motives, he was sure it was only to learn more about the Force. If he had to admit, it was nice not to be lonely for the entire day with people rather than his Loth cats, hidden away in the monastery.

Getting his sodering tool out, he paused his tinkering to remove his belt and obi, getting the first two layers of his robes off to have just the simple undershirt on while rolling up his sleeves to avoid another small fire. The tanned skin of his left arm was exposed, while the black and gold of his right arm's cybernetic gleamed despite the various scuffs and marks from fighting. Carefully, he began to fix one of the circuit boards, which was entirely wrapped up in it, even when Obi-Wan suddenly stepped into the space.

He watched him momentarily, head slightly tilting to the unwavering focus. "If only you were that focused on your studies," the Jedi remarked absently, ignoring Anakin's look while moving to the tea cupboard. "That was certainly a spectacle at the meeting; care to explain?"

"I should have been aware that Sidious was alive," he said instantly, not even bothering to look up.

Obi-Wan paused, looking back at him as his brows furrowed. "What would you have done had you known earlier? We could not tell you within good conscience, Anakin. Not with the power you possess." A scoff came, and Anakin paused to look at him. "Everyone believes I'll simply go on another rampage? I am more than the worst of me."

He nodded while cleaning and refilling the kettle's water, glancing over to the younger god." Yes, you are more than your emotions, Anakin. That is what I have been trying to train you to understand—to put those feelings aside to see things objectively, especially within conflicts."

Anakin's expression blanked before returning to the circuit board," It's difficult when the power aids in dueling. Considering the new enlightening news, it's more important when we have to defend ourselves."

"We do not indicate that anything will happen anytime soon." Obi-Wan moved to sit with him at the table, eyes slowly scanning over the repairs already conducted on seventy percent of the droid. "However, I am wary of the decision to wait and see simply. As you've said, Sidious would be better to face while weak."

"It would be, but they don't care about that until it's too late, and since Sidious was starting to get devotees, it would be disastrous for the mortals. They would not be able to survive from that chaos and darkness." Anakin's lips pursed a moment as he thought over the few books he had been able to read," I've had some artifacts of the time when the Sith dominated over the mortal realm. The details aren't entirely translated, but there was enough information about Darth Nihilus, who could absorb energy from beings and objects."

Obi-Wan stopped mid-sip, looking over to him as his brows furrowed," do you believe that Sidious knows how to do that?"

"I wouldn't doubt it. The Dark Side can easily cause bodily harm to others through the Force, and I don't doubt that Sidious would know that power. I'm sure there are archives that the Sith have, just like the Jedi. Probably more hidden than the holocrons." A smile played on his lips briefly as he glanced at Obi-Wan before setting another board into the droid. "No, I will not let you borrow the book either. If he does know the other abilities I've read about, then a worse war will come."

"You wound me. What else do you expect?"

"Sidious would easily know the other Sith from artifacts and be tuned to the dark side. Plus, we know that he will most likely seek out an apprentice again this time. If concealed properly, they could cause hell in both worlds when he makes his move."

Nodding, Obi-Wan thought a moment as he brushed his fingers through his beard, "What did he tell you when you were human?"

"Half-human … Mostly, the Council is wary of my abilities, considering the details of my birth. They would want to hinder my abilities rather than grow them—which they did and still do. The only helpful thing has been this library and the few notes I find that the Father made presumptuously."

Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly to the side, a brow arching up as he glanced down to Anakin, soldering the board in place. "The Council tries to assess the situation from all angles before deciding." While he didn't entirely understand Mortis or the Between, he at least knew that Anakin belonged here. Still, he was curious about one thing. "You aren't able to fully read the books?"

Glancing at him, he gave a slight shrug. "Many are in ancient languages that I don't know. I won't know everything unless I get a magic key from the Force."

"Or, perhaps you cannot read it because you're not ready. Either way, I agree that this situation must be cautiously approached." Finishing his mug, he stood up to take care of it," Nor do I agree that the Council treated you well. Especially when you were half-human - we hadn't seen a half-god in a long time, especially when Qui-Gon had mentioned that you were the Chosen One at hearing details of your birth."

Another prick of grief panged in Anakin's chest, lips pursing again while he carefully repaired more wires from the chest plate to the band around the droid's hips," I'm not the Chosen One."

"You wouldn't be in this place or the Between if you weren't," he said, taking a soft breath as he looked out the window to the ghostly trees below.

“But how can you be so sure that it’s him?” Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon into the archives of the Temple in Coruscant, still unsure of the small boy that Qui-Gon had found in the sandy wasteland in the mortal realm. The older god looked back to his apprentice, momentarily amused by how irritated he was becoming.

“You said the circumstances of his birth were strange, and upon speaking with the boy’s mother, I believe that Anakin is. He’s born without a father, and his midi-chlorian count is the largest quantity I’ve seen.”

Obi-Wan paused while looking at his mentor, taking a slow breath before he shook his head,” there needs to be more evidence than that. I can’t just accept this on faith alone.”

“The boy’s abilities should show now, so we’ll stay here, observe, and see what happens.”

Apprehensive, Obi-Wan could only nod,” very well.”

Turning, he faced Anakin again, watching him continue repairs for a moment before he spoke,” It is rare in Coruscant for a god to have a mortal experience. I believe that’s why they may fear you more than they realize. You know about emotions and experiences more than many of us do. Many refuse to go directly to the mortal realm to be more ‘objective’ in their duties, but I’ve seen more hypocrites than I would like to admit. It’s time for things to change in the capitol and the Council.”

Catching Anakin’s attention then, he looked over, pausing his repairs,” Oh? Why the sudden change?”

“Should the Council know my doubts, they would not respond well just as they had with Qui-Gon. I was there when he approached them about you, Anakin. Even though I had doubts about this prophecy, I admit there was something different about you. You are more than what you know and what I can even know.” Moving back to sit with Anakin, he sighed slowly,” I am glad that you have come back.”

“I don’t need to be saved.” He asserted, blue eyes glancing over to him before he took a slow breath. “I don’t…” He remembered his mother, holding her in his arms while she struggled to get her last words out from the bleeding wounds and aching broken bones that enveloped her whole body in steady pain. The blinded rage that consumed him was something darker than he had experienced before, but through the anger came a power that kept him moving and slaughtering every member of the village. Once the anger had cleared, he saw the little blood that did manage to stain his sleeves from more brutal attacks that he had done with his hands. Pride? Strength? Horror? He knew that, above everything else, there was no regret for his actions. Pulling himself back to the present, he shook his head,” I can handle myself.”

Brows furrowed as Obi-Wan watched him, unsure of what to make of the moment of silence. “As of now, perhaps. As for when you were only a demi-god, you needed someone, Anakin. If you let me, I will still be there to help you when I can. For now, I’ll leave you to your work. Hopefully, when I return, I’ll be able to see 3PO up and worry.”

Snorting, blue eyes glanced at him briefly, “We’ll see about that.”

He slowly lifted a hand to pat his shoulder while he thought a moment, and his eyes glanced over him. Things would be better if Anakin would listen and not search for Sidious. However, the worry betrayed him within the Force, causing Anakin to turn his head to look at him better.

“I’m alright, Obi-Wan. I won’t search for him.”

“I know you are, but it still wouldn’t be wise, even if he is weak.” Stepping back, Obi-Wan pulled his hand away, taking a slow breath. “I will visit again soon.”

As he vanished from Anakin’s sight, he slightly shook his head, sensing once the Jedi had returned to Coruscant. He reflected on the day in the new silence, but his thoughts wandered back to Padmé and her unexpected visit. A low hum rumbles in his throat momentarily while placing the tools down, leaning against the chair’s backing. She wanted to learn about the Force and thought he was a good fit. He would have to figure out how to explain if she would learn since it would only go smoother if he could translate more of the library.

His brows furrowed as he stood, exiting out of the dining area and further into the monastery. Navigating through the hall, he paused once the familiar pittering of paws could be heard approaching. Two Loth cats bounded over to him, their fur shimmering like stars. Watching their approach, he gave the duo a softened smile. “You like to wait until no one else is here.” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes as a grin formed at their antics.

The white one looked up to him with large crimson eyes, brushing against his boot with a tiny meow in response as the black one soon darted to his other leg, bonking her head against it. “Oh, thank you,” he chuckled, moving up the staircase carefully with a slight hum as he got to the third tier, returning to the embroidered book with a hum. Carefully getting the glass case open, he used the Force to lift and guide the book out, levitating it in front of himself while he absently used it to flip the pages.

The two cats soon joined him once again, curiously investigating the places where Padmé had been. Anakin glanced down at them, smiling a little at seeing them sniff at the pedestal the glass case was on, letting his gaze return to the text. He paused when a page’s text shifted, watching as it suddenly translated into Huttese. His brows raised in surprise momentarily, lifting the book closer as he skimmed the page. Looking over the various diagrams and illustrations of multiple figures utilizing the Force's abilities, his brows furrowed as he read about the earliest records of Force abilities and connection. As far as he could tell, there was nothing he hadn’t already known, but he wasn’t surprised, considering the age of the book. However, perhaps it would be something to look into later. Getting the book carefully back into the case, he locked it before Castor leaped up on it with a pleased purr at himself.

Anakin arched a brow, watching as the white cat settled into a loaf, pleased with his position, before watching Anakin walk away to look over the books. There had to be more that he could read—anything to help him understand what he was supposed to do. Worrying about the mortals could only take up so much time, and he needed to figure out what the hell the Force wanted him to do. However, he had a feeling that no matter what it was, somehow Padmé would be part of it.

Padmé was settled on her balcony, overlooking the sunset within the Netherworld as she watched the mortal souls absently go about their day in paradise. Sipping at her glass of wine, she could only think back to her interaction with Anakin. It was nice to finally talk to someone who wasn’t too involved in politics — to her knowledge. It wasn’t a secret in Coruscant that Anakin came only when necessary. Still, he often was silent in meetings, and she wondered if it was because he already knew that what he said wouldn’t be considered.

It was clear to the goddess that there was hesitation by the Council, even with just letting him sit in during more critical meetings. However, to withhold that Sidious was alive, she couldn’t see a reason to rationalize that decision. The fear that seemed to blind them would perhaps be their downfall, and she was determined to make sure that what they believed about him would immediately be squashed. She only had to know him more, to see what drives him, to see him.

Not his anger or hatred—only Anakin. Then maybe she could understand the reasoning for his redemption. Even if she could only accept it instead of understanding, she wouldn’t mind as long as she knew more about him.

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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.

———

“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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