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demigod trials: fates intertwined | two

synopsis: you met jungkook at camp half-blood when you were 10 years old. since then, your fates have been infinitely intertwined.

word count: 10k

pairing: son of ares!jungkook x daughter of hephaestus!reader

genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, childhood friends to lovers, exes to lovers , enemies to lovers, jungkook is sooo in love, jungkook is emotionally constipated, THEY FALL INTO TARTARUS TOGETHERR, jk and y/n are supposed to be reminiscent of percabeth, y/n can wield fire 😳 , ANGSTYY, taehyung as a son of poseidon, namjoon son of athena, mingyu son of jupiter, mina daughter of venus,

warnings: death, angst, blood, kinda gruesome, SMUT (not explicit at all- it's told more in a poetic way), v card loss, many percy jackson references, character death (she comes back to life)

author’s note

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 3.5 | chapter four

That morning, Jungkook, Namjoon (son of Athena), Taehyung (son of Poseidon), Jinyoung (son of Hermes), Jennie (daughter of Hades), Jaehyun (son of Apollo), Jisoo (daughter of Demeter), Mark (son of Hephaestus), and Yeri (the satyr) gathered around the ping pong table in the Big House, as called by Chiron.

The purpose of the gathering was to address the need for camp expansion. With the current cabins unable to accommodate all the demigods, it seemed impractical to have 22-year olds like Jungkook share living quarters with ten year-olds.

Namjoon unfolded the blueprints across the ping pong table, revealing intricate architectural designs for every cabin, along with plans to make space for adjacent cabins to accommodate all the demigods.

“So,” Taehyung begins, “We can separate the cabins by, like, minors and 18+?” he shrugs, to which everyone murmurs in agreement.

“Gods, that sounds good,” Jinyoung asserts, “My eight year old brother pulled condoms from my bag and kept asking me what they were! Can you imagine how I felt?”

Jennie swats Jinyoung’s chest. “Seriously? In front of Chiron?”

Jinyoung shrugs, “We’re all grown, I’m sure Chiron is aware of- that we… you know,”

Chiron sighs. “I’ve experienced worse with my brothers the Party Ponies. If anything, this is all the more reason to push for expansion. We must ensure the children are not inadvertently exposed to your... daily activities,” he finishes, eliciting laughter from the cabin leaders.

Jisoo plants her palms on the ping pong table and looks over the blueprints for the Demeter cabin. She bats her lashes at Namjoon. “Any way you can expand our garden, too?”, to which Yeri the satyr joins and uses her puppy eyes on him.

When Namjoon sighs and acquiesces, Jisoo and Yeri interlock fingers and squeal in excitement.

“In that case, can I get a pool in my cabin?-”

“Taehyung, shut up.”

Mark steps through and rapidly scans Namjoon’s blueprints before stepping back and nodding. “The Hephaestus cabin can do this in two weeks min and a month max.”

Jungkook dealt with weird emotions each time he crossed paths with Mark, your younger brother. Seeing Mark earnestly step up to lead the Hephaestus cabin, carrying the responsibilities you once shouldered, filled Jungkook with indescribable pride and sorrow.

“Anything we can do to help, then?” Jungkook offers to which Mark nods

“Namjoon and I can organize a list of materials we need for each cabin to gather. But beyond that, it would be best if you all stayed out of our ways, erm- respectfully, of course,” Mark responds.

Jaehyun laughs at that, throwing a lazy arm around Mark. “I’m so proud of you,” he nuzzles his forehead against the side of Mark’s head, “Our baby is all grown up.”

“Eww, get off me,” Mark responds, lightly nudging Jaehyun away.

Later in the day, Jungkook started collecting the materials Mark had instructed the Ares cabin to gather. He ran into the woods to start cutting wood when he senses another presence.

A monster, maybe, or perhaps a nymph or satyr wandering about. The sound of footsteps rustling through the dry leaves Jungkook further concerned, and he unsheathes his Celestial Bronze knife. “Show yourself.”

You step out from behind a tree in a fresh set of clothes and Jungkook drops his knife.

He looks at you, and you look at him.

In an instant, Jungkook's pupils burst into flaming orbs as he draws his sword, swiftly advancing towards you. The sheer disdain etched on his features is unforgettable, and you quickly realize that he likely mistook you for a monster taking on your appearance.

You turn around and run. You sprint towards the camp barriers, screaming for your life before you trip on a rock, sending you sprawling onto the ground, your face meeting the cold, hard earth.

Confusion clouds Jungkook's features as he slows his pursuit. He looks you up and down, uncertainty written across his face as he assesses the situation.

“Jungkook! It’s me! It’s actually me! Stop!” you scream, desperately trying to make him recognize you.

He assumes a defensive stance, but his voice quivers. “Y/N?”

“Jungkook,” you respond breathlessly, “I can explain. Did Rosie tell you guys about the Physician’s Cure?”

Jungkook comes to a sudden halt. "I... just..." His brain malfunctions, leaving him at a loss for words in your presence.

He pulls himself together. “I’m going to arrest you and take you to the Big House… just in case.”

You appear a little stunned but you nod, reaching into your magic toolbelt to pull out handcuffs, grinning at him a little when you toss them to him.

News of your return spread through the camp like a wildfire. Jungkook guides you to the Big House while a crowd of people formed around him

His heart insists that it’s you, and his soul is screaming at him that it’s you, but after all this time he refuses to believe it.

Camp Half-Blood achieved a new milestone by hosting the highest number of meetings in a single day: 2.

The ping pong table has been folded and moved to the side, leaving a single chair in the empty space for you- or a monster pretending to be you.

All the cabin leaders sprinted to the Big House once they heard the news.

Taehyung and Namjoon, sweaty from sprinting from the pegasi stables, stand in the doorway to catch a glimpse of you.

Taehyung instantly falls to his knees and Namjoon drops the notebook in his hand.

The seas of people part at the sound of Chiron’s hooves, whose face morphed into exasperation at your appearance. “My gods, it can’t be. Y/N?”

You smile shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your air before waving with your fingers, “Hi?”

Jennie peeked from behind Chiron, gasping, and she tried to run towards you until Chiron stuck his arm out to stop her.

Jaehyun stepped forward with a bow strung on his arrow, ready to fire at any moment. “Explain,” he seethes.

“Oh,” you laugh awkwardly, combing through your hair with your fingers, “What a warm welcome.”

A horn blows throughout the camp, signaling the arrival of the Roman demigods, who were alerted of the news immediately after Jungkook made the announcement.

Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood established a teleportation portal between the two camps, allowing instant and seamless communication.

Rose passed through the crowd, gasping when her eyes landed on you. Ignoring Chiron’s warnings, she ran to you, her hands falling on your shoulders.

“The Physician’s Cure?” she asks, breathless.

You nod, and she embraces you tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Fuck, Y/N. It fucking worked It’s a miracle.”

“Rose Park,” Mina’s voice echoes throughout the building, and she assumes an offensive stance with her Imperial Gold spatha. “You’ll be under arrest for treason if you don’t explain what’s going on.”

You rise abruptly, shielding Rose with your body. “I’ll explain. I am Y/N L/N, and it’s true that I died, but I was brought back to life with the Physician’s Cure.”

“On the ship, after Jungkook and I returned from Tartarus,” you begin, your eyes flickering towards Jungkook, “Rose and I began developing the Physician's Cure, an injection that can bring anybody back to life. It was formulated by Asclepius, son of Apollo and the god of medicine.”

Rose nods sternly. “I’d been researching the Physician’s Cure for years,” she adds, “Y/N was the only one I trusted with its formula, and we did it. I thought we had failed, but Gods, it worked.”

You vigorously nod. “And I had this idea- this idea that I had to be the one to kill Gaia. To storm or fire the world shall fall,” you state, recalling the prophecy, “I’m fire. It had to be me. So Rosie and I devised a plan to kill Gaia for good. And I knew the risks, I knew I could die- but when Rosie told me about the Physician’s Cure I knew I had to do it. It was a sign from the fates. I had to get rid of Gaia by burning her to death, and the only way I could do it was burning myself to death. We would fly Gaia away from her home court, burn her to death, and Pulchra would bring me back with the Physician's Cure.”

Jungkook’s features twist in pain, in betrayal. “So it wasn’t an accident? You planned on dying without telling us?”

His attention turns towards Rose. “And you knew?” he seethes, “This whole time, all this pain could have been avoided-“

“I thought she was dead!” Rose responds, “You were so depressed I didn’t want to give you any false hope! That injection had a 10% chance of working- I didn’t know!”

“So you knew Y/N was going to die and did nothing about it,” Taehyung seethes.

“It was my choice,” you interject, “It was for the mission. Gaia is gone and that means it was a success.”

Jungkook scoffs. “To storm or fire the world shall fall,” he recites the prophecy. “Storm would have sufficed. Mingyu and I had a plan, Y/N. We could have avoided all this.”

“But Mingyu would have died!” You respond.

“I wouldn’t have!” Mingyu interjects, “With all due respect, my body could have taken it,” He puts a hand on his heart to convey his sincerity. “You should have told us. Can you imagine how Jungkook and I felt when you fucking died in front of us? And we couldn’t do anything about it?”

“I’m here now, aren’t I? Why does it matter?”

Mingyu looks at you with an especially crestfallen expression and your stomach plummets. You shift your gaze to Jungkook and he looks arguably worse, eyes turning red as he stares at the ground, shaking his head in disbelief.

Chiron steps in the middle to intervene. “That’s enough, everybody. Let Y/N finish her story. Where have you been the past two years?”

Your face falls and your knees buckle. “T-two years? What?”

Rosie hooks her arm through yours. “It’s been two years. Take a minute to process everything.” She leads you to your seat, and you inhale so deeply your chest hurts.

Two years? It was just yesterday that you incinerated Gaia.

“I-I woke up on an island,” you explain, “I don’t know where exactly I was, but it was somewhere in the Indian ocean. I made some tweaks to Pulchra’s GPS system and flew back here as fast as I could.”

Jungkook nods bitterly, tears streaming down his face as he addresses you. “Yea Y/N, it’s been two years- two fucking years. We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re adults and we take responsibility for our actions,” he bitterly states.

“Kook, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

“Did you know that we spent six months looking for you? Traveled every sea, walked every country to find you, even though the Hades kids confirmed your death?” Jungkook adds, voice quivering. “So this information would have been nice to know when were on that ship for six fucking months,” he seethes, redirecting his attention to Rose.

“Don’t blame her,” you interject, “She was in a tough position, she couldn’t have-“

“Oh don’t worry, inferno princess, I blame you too. I must’ve meant shit to you if you were planning on dying without telling me. Did everything…” he trails off, gazing at you with such profound betrayal, “Did everything mean nothing to you?”

You shake your head, unable to conjure a proper response. “I-I thought I’d only be gone for a few hours Kook- I didn’t know-”

“And if the Physician’s Cure didn’t work?” Jungkook asks, staring at you incredulously, “Rose herself said it had a 90% failure rate, so if it didn’t work, you would have just died and expected me to live with myself? To live without you?” The pain in his chest is nearly unbearable, and sadness envelopes your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” is all you say.

“Sorry? Sorry? So that night when we- when you- with the candles, did you know? Did you know you were going to die?” Jungkook asks.

Your face falls, and Jungkook bitterly scoffs at that. “What you did wasn’t heroic, Y/N. What you did was cruel. You’re- you’re crueler than the gods.” And with that, he bitterly stomps away, the crowd parting for his exit.

Chiron clears his throat, walking towards the middle of the room before he announces “Campers under the age of 20, you are dismissed. Return to your daily activities immediately.”

You gaze at your trembling hands, struggling to comprehend everything, when Namjoon engulfs you in the most intense hug he's ever given. In his embrace, you crumble and break into tears.

“Gods Y/N, I’m just- I’m glad you’re back.”

You embrace him with the same intensity, crying into his shoulders.

You refuse to let Namjoon go until you’re ripped from him from the hem of your shirt and pulled into Taehyung’s embrace. He’s crying harder than you, body trembling as he holds you and at that moment, you would do anything to ease his anxiety and calm the tremors coursing through his body. You sniffle, rubbing his back up and down with your palms, and the only thing you can say to him is that you’re sorry.

Mingyu is up next, and as pissed off as he was, he holds you tight and cries into your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says and all you do is cry.

Mina, dropping her Spatha, rushes towards you, throwing herself into your arms. She buries her face in your hair, letting out guttural cries

For hours, you and your childhood friends stay in the Big House, crying, hugging, and catching up.

That night at dinner, you reconvene with your siblings in the Hephaestus cabin, who ardently welcome you home with a toast to your father.

Mark, your younger brother who is now the head of the Hephaestus cabin, receives the biggest hug the moment you spot him. He laughs and returns the hug with equal enthusiasm, saying, "So, does this mean I don’t have to be head counselor anymore?"

You shoot him a playful glare. “Don’t even. You’ve been doing so well. I’m proud of you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to help.”

“Of course, sis,” he adds, “It’s water under the bridge- you did save the world anyway,” he shrugs.

During dinner, your gaze involuntarily wanders towards the Ares table, and Jungkook is noticeably absent.

The thought of what you did to Jungkook makes you sick to your stomach. Back then, your focus was solely on the quest, and you didn't want him to intervene because you believed the mission had to take precedence.

The mission carried immense stress, and you had to devise a strategy to eliminate Gaia. The fate of the world hung in the balance, dependent on your actions. Your friends would've intervened if they knew, and Gaia might have fully come back to life.

Everything he said was true. You were selfish. You knew you were going to die and you pretended like everything was okay because you desperately clung onto that sense of normalcy you had with him.

You were selfish, and you were a coward.

While dying for a noble cause sounds heroic- Jungkook was right, you were selfish. You would rather die than deal with the grief of losing your friends.

Nobody says anything about your encounter with Jungkook, until Jaehyun approaches you after dinner.

As you walk back to the Hephaestus cabin, he scares the shit out of you when he appears from the shadows, “So, Jungkook? Were you guys like …?”

You’re a little taken aback, but you can’t help but notice the crestfallen expression on Jaehyun’s face and all you can do is nod. “He’s it for me. It’s him or nothing,” you respond.

Jaehyun tightens his lips and gives a nod. "I- well- alright. If you ever change your mind... just let me know," he says with an awkward smile. He offers to walk you back to your cabin, and you oblige to catch up with him.

Walking past the Ares cabin, you can’t help but notice two figures convening by its side, one on their tiptoes to kiss the other. You tilt your head and momentarily pause.

“Wait Y/N- we should just go back-“

Your heart drops when you realize it’s Jungkook and a girl, a girl you definitely don't recognize. She’s got her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing his skin soothingly, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off her as they speak to each other.

You shake your head, immediately backing away before you stumble and fall onto Jaehyun. He catches you, gaze immediately sweeping over your face. You collect yourself and wipe the dust from your clothes.

"It-it's fine," you say, but tears are already streaming down your face. You sprint back to your cabin before Jaehyun can say anything.

That night, you can’t sleep. You and your younger brother Mark spend the entire night in the main room of the Hephaestus cabin, poring over a blueprint of a prototype he's working on for the new 18+ Hephaestus cabin.

"Obviously, I'm not sticking to Namjoon's blueprints for our cabin," Mark declares, as if it's the most evident statement, “Since you and I are the only 18+ kids in our cabin, we’re gonna make that shit the best building Camp Half-Blood’s ever seen!” he expresses with a twinkle in his eye.

You smile at his enthusiasm as you scan over his blueprints. “Jacuzzi tub for every bunk?” you express, “I like how you think little brother.”

For hours, you and Mark review blueprints, constructing the best cabin to ever be built.

The next morning, you and Mark look like death, but you insist on heading to breakfast anyway.

Your expression darkens as you catch sight of Jungkook and his girlfriend walking towards the dining hall. Mark instantly notices the shift in your mood and attempts to divert your attention by sharing another idea he had for the cabin.

Throughout the night, you had confided in your brother about the details of your past relationship with Jungkook, and now he fills you in on the information he gathered about Jungkook's new girlfriend.

A descendant of the Roman Apollo, Sofia traveled all the way to Camp Half-Blood to visit Jungkook.

In Jungkook's eyes, Sofia became a symbol of unwavering support, a pillar of unconditional devotion, and Mark’s verbiage makes you feel infinitely worse, considering that you disappeared after three weeks of dating Jungkook.

You know, maybe you weren’t so in the wrong. Ironically, considering he has moved on, perhaps you weren't as significant to him as you thought, not enough for him to hold on for two years.

Instead, you direct your attention to Mark’s plans for magical laundry chutes throughout the new Hephaestus cabin.

Taehyung and Namjoon join you for breakfast at the Hephaestus table, eagerly spilling everything they’ve accomplished the past two years.

Namjoon is now Chief Architect for Mount Olympus, and Taehyung discovered an underwater Camp Half-Blood for mermen. Mina and Mingyu join later and you immerse yourself in conversation, learning that Mina and Mingyu are the Praetors for the Roman Legion.

You smile at everybody, eagerly chatting and listening along, perceiving exactly how much you missed the past two years, as happy as you are for your friends, you’re heartbroken by the realization of your prolonged absence.

You’re pulled from your trance when Mina makes a damning statement. “Rose is on probation. She’s going to be put on trial for treason against the Legion and conspiring for your death.”

You freeze.

“What?”

Mina sighs. “I’m sorry Y/N, but that’s the law. I can’t bend rules because she’s my friend.”

The tension at the table is palpable, and you stare at Mingyu and Mina with a tenacious reflection in your eyes.

“Where is she?” you ask, adrenaline surging through your veins.

Mina and Mingyu exchange glances, imploring the other to answer the question. “She’s in a jail cell back in Camp Jupiter,” Mingyu finally answers.

You gasp, abruptly rising to your feet before Taehyung grabs your hand to stop you from going anywhere. “Y/N, sit,” he says through gritted teeth.

As you stand, eyes searching for answers, you catch Taehyung's grip on your hand and the subtle shake of Namjoon's head. You glance around and notice the curious and concerned gazes of fellow demigods in the dining hall. Innocent children, still unaware of the haunting reality of being a demigod.

These are the demigods you once swore to protect. You can't afford to disrupt the fragile peace that binds them together, even if your heart screams for justice.

Feeling the weight of the collective gaze, you reluctantly sink back into your seat. The metal chair feels cold against your skin, mirroring the chill that has settled in your heart.

Immediately after breakfast, the head counselors for every cabin meet at the Big House for yet another meeting. You’re back in the middle of the room, all eyes on you as you implore your friends to stick up for Rose.

"You can't go through with this," you express with exasperation, directing your gaze at Mina and Mingyu.

Mina dismissively shakes her head, her expression resolute. "It's not just about you," she emphasizes, "Well, it is but it's also about the principles we stand for in this camp. Trust, transparency, and accountability are crucial, especially when lives are at stake. Rose's actions have raised questions about the very foundations of our community."

The weight of Mina's words hangs in the air, and you can sense the gravity of the situation settling in the room.

“Killing Gaia my way was the only way, and I can prove it,” you counter. “Rose did the right thing. She saved the world.”

Mark, your little brother, steps forward and places a comforting shoulder on the small of your back.

“Jungkook is right,” Mina adds, “We were on a quest for six months to find you. She should have said something, but she didn't. She committed a crime against the Roman Legion."

At the mention of Jungkook's name, your gaze shifts toward him. He's leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, eyes trained downward.

You shake your head. “The Physician’s Cure was a prototype. We both knew that it probably wouldn’t work. What’s the point of bringing it up? To turn the six month quest into a year long quest? You have to understand her-“

Jaehyun grimaces, biting his lip, immediately speaking up. “Y/N, you don’t get it. After you died, it was rough. Really rough. Rose is in the wrong. She should have said something. She alone could have provided us more clarity, more closure.”

"And this isn't just about you; it's about the entire quest, the well-being of everyone involved,” Namjoon adds, his expression grave. “Hiding the details of your death is a serious offense in the eyes of both gods and mortals.”

You pause. “I get it. I really do, but what was she supposed to do? Would she have gone to jail for ‘conspiring in my death’ if she said anything? The reason we planned it out without telling you guys was because we knew you would stop me. The quest takes precedence. We had to put the quest first. And that’s what we did.”

Jisoo intervenes. “Y/N has a point. If Rosie mentioned the Physician’s Cure, would that have made a difference? It would have just left us with uncertainty, and we would have gone in circles around the world clinging on to hope. Isn’t it good that we moved forward?”

The room stills at Jisoo’s comment, silently acknowledging the validity of her point.

Ignorance is bliss, and Rose left both camps blissfully ignorant, free to move forward with the closure that they exhausted all efforts to find you.

You venture to ask something at that moment. “If I told you guys what I was planning… would you have stopped me?” You finally ask, eyes flickering to the demigods present on the quest.

Mina shakes her head almost immediately. “I wouldn’t have. You’re right Y/N. The quest takes precedence and the prophecy clearly states ‘To storm or fire the world must fall’.”

“I would have,” Taehyung states. “100%, and I wouldn't do anything differently if it happened today.”

“I-“ you look around, “I can prove why it had to be fire and not storm. Mingyu, your plan would have never worked in the sense that there would have been too much collateral damage.”

Mingyu tilts his head at your comment, and you whip out a white board marker, approaching the white board on the wall.

“Do you know how hot I burned to incinerate Gaia?” you ask everyone, and everybody’s eyes follow you- even Jungkook’s, listening and watching intently.

In bright red letters, you write 1,200-2,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

“That’s how hot lava burns,” you explain, pausing before you write another figure on the board.

10,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

“I burned at 10,000 degrees when I finally incinerated Gaia,” you state, and everybody looks dumbfounded at the number, unable to comprehend how hot 10,000 degrees actually is. “That’s as hot as the surface of the sun. At 10,000 degrees, matter does not exist, atoms do not exist- it simply implodes.”

The next thing you write on the board is

Saffir Sampson Hurricane Wind Scale.

Pointing to it, you explain, “This is how we measure intensity of storms. It rates hurricanes from Category 1 to Category 5 based on wind speeds. The deadliest hurricane on this scale was Hurricane Mitch in 1998, with wind speeds exceeding 155 miles per hour,” you explain, writing 155 MPH on the board.

Everyone appears to be aware of the direction you're heading, yet you still need to articulate it to drive your point home.

“Hurricane Mitch resulted in 11,000 to 19,000 fatalities, and I’m not even talking about injuries or displacement. So imagine the devastation of a storm with an intensity equivalent to 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit!”

Namjoon tilts his head, rising. “I get what you’re saying but that argument won’t hold up in court. Conversion metrics between temperature and speed don’t exist in Science- but hypothetically, a storm strong enough to kill Gaia would also kill a lot of people in its wake.”

You nod vigorously. “So Rose, by keeping a secret, killed Gaia and potentially saved the lives of thousands! Beyond that, you’re free to question her moral integrity, but it wouldn’t make a difference anyways!”

The features of Mingyu, the man who is responsible for stirring this hypothetical storm, morph into deep contemplation. “You’re free to argue that in court, Y/N. Our job is to uphold Roman law. I’m sorry.”

Your testimony for Rose in court reveals to be successful. The charges are dropped against Rose, and she is reinstated as the Official Healer for the Roman Legion.

However, Rose’s acquittal fails to supersede the animosity, hatred, and damage that have infiltrated the once-unbreakable bond among the seven demigods who triumphed over the Earth mother Gaia.

While the evil primordial goddess was physically dead, she successfully sowed her seeds of disdain within your group of friends.

The tension between Rose, Mina and Mingyu is more palpable than ever. How can a friendship be repaired after your best friends send you to jail? Rose refuses to talk to Mina and you can’t blame her. Nor can you blame Mina and Mingyu. You understand the rigidity of the role of Praetor, and Mina and Mingyu were simply fulfilling their duty.

At the same time, Jungkook still refuses to acknowledge your existence. If he sees you, he turns the opposite direction, not batting a lash at you.

The hurt in his eyes and the bitterness in his actions show how horribly he feels betrayed, and it makes you sick to your stomach. Despite Namjoon and Taehyung's assurances that he'll eventually come around, your intuition tells you that Jungkook's actions aren’t a choice he’s making willingly, but rather a burden too heavy for him to bear.

The bonds that once held your group together are now strained with secrets, regrets, and the harsh realities of the decisions you made.

You can’t even fathom how or if your friendships will ever be repaired. The wounds go deep, leaving scars that aren't just physical – they're emotional and psychological, ingrained in the very essence of your shared history.

It’s only three months after your miraculous return that Jungkook speaks to you.

By this time, the construction of the 18+ cabins were complete, meaning that all demigods over the age of 18 were given their own quarters separate from their little siblings.

Jungwon, a thirteen year old kid from the Ares cabin, established his name amongst Camp Half-Blood as the next best swordsman after Jungkook, of course.

Last month, he ventured on a quest now dubbed the Quest to the City Stuck in Time. Eldritch Haven, a quaint city in Maine, became seemingly stuck in time. The Oracle only called for a 13 year old Jungwon, calling him to eradicate the threat of the Lamented Souls- vengeful spirits ensnaring the city in a temporal web.

As requested by Chiron, you forged Jungwon a brand new Celestial Bronze blade called Kataklysmós, or Cataclysm, the forthbringer of destruction.

Armed with the freshly crafted blade, you secure it in its sheath and make your way to the Ares cabins. Of course, Jungwon resides in the cabin for minors, so you politely knock on the door to present him with his newly forged blade.

The door knob turns and to your surprise, Jungkook greets you.

He gazes at you, his expression devoid of any emotion, and his eyes pass from your face to the sword held in your hand.

“Come in.”

You abhor how he addresses you with such formality.

You follow Jungkook to the living room within the cabin, gingerly taking a seat on the leather sofa before Jungwon pops out from the adjacent room. He greets you with a firm and brief handshake before sitting on the couch in front of you.

Jungkook looms behind his younger brother, arms crossed as he scrutinizes every inch of your face. Gods, as handsome as he was, he also is the most terrifying and intimidating man you’ve ever encountered.

You clear your throat and unsheathe the blade. “Jungwon, I present you with the Kataklysmós. Henceforth, this blade shall be your weapon of choice on quests and your primary tool against monsters. Your skills were recognized by Chiron, and he prompted me to design and construct the finest sword I’ve ever created.”

Jungwon's eyes gleam as they lock onto the sword, sparkling against the silver reflection of the blade. Anyone could tell that this kid has fallen in love at first sight.

Honestly, you feel the same. This blade is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. Kataklysmós is a celestial bronze blade adorned with intricate engravings depicting scenes of Jungwon slicing through the Lamented Souls. Its hilt, crafted from Stygian iron, features a blood-red gemstone at its pommel, a gemstone embedded with divine magic.

“Not only does this sword enhance the weapon's slicing capability, it is magically embedded with divine magic. So, long as you form a soul link with your weapon, Kataklysmós will absorb the essence of fallen enemies, temporarily enhancing the wielder's strength and combat prowess.”

A small gasp leaves Jungwon’s lips and his gaze shifts from the sword to you. “What?” he asks like his breath has been taken away.

“A soul binding link,” you clarify, “You have to form a bond with your weapon for its celestial energy to be channeled,” your eyes flicker towards Jungkook whose features are twisted in a mixture of confusion and curiosity, and his face slightly disorients you so you clear your throat.

“This is new technology. My little brother Mark, Chiron, and I have been working on forging weapons with magical enhancement,” you elaborate.

“Weapons with divine energy from ancient times exist, but creating one has been a significantly challenging process” you continue, looking back at Jungwon, “So I don’t know exactly how you’ll form a soul tie with your blade, but I know you can do it. Chiron chose you to be the first wielder of a magically enhanced weapon for a reason.” You offer Jungwon a sisterly smile, and he appears like a fish, unable to comprehend your words.

“If this is the first weapon, doesn’t Cataclysm run the risk of causing harm to Jungwon?” Jungkook jumps in, question stern and abrupt.

You shake your head, locking eyes with him. “Magical enhancements don’t work that way. It only runs the risk of not working. It can only cause harm to its user if I enchanted it with some evil spell,” you confirm.

“Gonna pull out a whiteboard to explain that too? We have one in the other room,” he shrugs.

You wish there was someone you knew to exchange uncomfortable glances with, because was he cracking a joke after not acknowledging your existence for three months?

“Um-“

“Excuse my brother,” Jungwon intervenes, “It truly is a blessing to be the first candidate chosen to weild an enchanted blade. Thank you, Y/N.”

Observing Jungwon fixedly gazing at you with earnest eyes, you can’t help but think that 13-year old Jungwon is a stark contrast from 13-year old Jungkook. Jungwon is polite, a sweetie pie if you’ve ever seen one. 13-year old Jungkook cursed at Chiron, was a fireball of impulsivity, wreaking havoc everywhere he went.

You smile. “Yea Jungwon. I know you can do it. Congratulations on your last quest.”

“However, I do need you to keep a log of your progress," you add, retrieving a small notebook from your pocket. "Every day, as you work on forming a soul tie, fill out the form in this book. It's straightforward, covering things like the time you spent practicing with the sword and your thoughts during the process."

Jungwon nods, taking the logbook from you before flipping through it. “Got it, Y/N, and can I find you in the Hephaestus cabin if I have any questions?”

You nod. “Any time.”

With that, Jungwon gives you a final handshake before hurrying off to the dueling arena to practice parries and strikes.

You're on the verge of leaving when Jungkook clasps his arm around your wrist. His touch feels electrifying, and you look up at him.

"Let's talk."

Jungkook takes you to the 18+ Ares cabins, where so far, he is the only resident. The cabin looks different from how you constructed it, littered with his own personal Jungkook touch.

A sleek flat screen TV sits in the front of the room of the TV, a leather black couch you don’t recognize is littered with Hello Kitty plushies, probably from his girlfriend. The thought makes you nauseous.

You sit on the leather couch, watching as Jungkook whisks towards the kitchen to fill up a glass of water before handing it to you.

He sits next to you, his hands resting on his thighs. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he states, and you’re a bit taken aback.

“Do you.. do you know what my fatal flaw is?” he continues, addressing you directly, not looking away even when you fail to meet his eyes.

Despite the years of separation, the answer is clear to you. With Jungkook, it was painfully obvious, and you caught on immediately during your adventures in Tartarus.

“Yea,” you respond, “Love. Your fatal flaw is love.”

He nods, seemingly a bit taken aback before releasing a relieved laughter. “Of course.” He smiles cheekily to himself, a wave of nostalgia seemingly crashing over him.

“That’s why..” Jungkook trails off, “That’s why I was so sensitive to… to your death,” he finishes. “I led the quest for six months around the world, and when we couldn’t find you, I left Camp Half-Blood for a year.”

You nod. You heard from the others what had occurred during your absence, but hearing it from Jungkook still makes your stomach drop. “I’m sorry Jungkook-“

“No,” he cuts you off, “I get it. You were right. Mine and Mingyu’s plan would have never worked. In the end, it was my fault,” He looks forward, a gleam of despondence reflective in his eyes, “I couldn’t protect you. It was my weakness that forced you to do something so dire, and you paid the price with your life.”

“This whole thing,” Jungkook continues, “This whole thing is a mess. The more I think about it, we were so young. Why did we have to go through all that?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“If you told me about your plan, I would have gone ballistic,” he describes, face twisting with emotion, “And- and if Rosie told me what actually happened, gods, I would have destroyed Apollo’s shrine with my bare hands.”

“So maybe you were right to hide it from me. It sucks to say it, but our relationship was a small price to pay for saving the world, and as demigods we have to bear that burden.”

Your hands still, and this impulsive little demon living inside you is screaming tell him you love him, tell him you want him! Instead, you shakily exhale, blinking tears from your eyes.

Usually, when you cry, Jungkook wipes your tears or counsels you with his embrace.

This time he does nothing.

“We were kids,” he concurs, “The gods put us in this situation. You did your best, Y/N. Thank you for serving diligently.”

Unknowingly, your hands grasp onto the Hello Kitty plushie by your side, mistaking it for a pillow to hold. When you realize what you're clutching, you quickly set it down. “Sorry. That’s from... your—your—“

“My girlfriend?” Jungkook finishes, “My girlfriend…” he trails off, “Do you think I would even be speaking to you if I still had a girlfriend?”

You blink at him. “Did you guys.. break up?” You don’t realize you're holding your breath until you sigh in relief at his response.

“Yea,” he agrees. “Sofia’s a good girl. She needs someone who can love her, take care of her. I guess a kid of Ares isn’t that guy. She said I was too emotionally unavailable and found some other guy in Camp Jupiter.” He shrugs it off.

You’re a bit taken aback by that. Sofia seemed so enamored with Jungkook; you can’t fathom that she was the one to break it off.

Jungkook bitterly laughs. “The gods fucked us up so bad no one in our generation will ever get married.”

You know Jungkook is doing his Jungkook thing by coping with humor, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh along. Looking down with despondency at the Hello Kitty plushie, a sad “Yea,” is all you’re able to conjure.

As you both stare at the Hello Kitty plushy, Jungkook breaks the somber atmosphere with a casual tone. "So Y/N, friends?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "It sucks to not talk to you—I mean, I still use this stupid knife all the time," he says, pointing to the Celestial Bronze knife you crafted for him all those years ago.

You smile, nodding at Jungkook. “Yea,” you concur, “Friends.”

Rebuilding your friendship with Jungkook was a lovely experience. You loved him and wanted him in any way, and if that was to be platonic, you would take it.

Countless hours were spent in the 18+ Poseidon cabin, immersed in the cool waters of Taehyung’s pool. Jungkook joined you in the forge, learning how to craft magically embedded weapons, and for an Ares kid, he wasn’t so horrible at it. As counselors for your cabins, you both emerged as pillars and leaders for the young demigods, echoing the very positions you once occupied years ago.

Neither of you dared to cross the boundary between friendship and love, and maybe it was better that way. It was too painful to love. There was too much at risk.

At 23, Jungkook embarks on a one-year journey to Camp Jupiter, assuming the role of Assistant Commander for the Roman Legion. A Greek in the Roman Legion was almost unheard of, but Jungkook who was highly respected for everything he accomplished, seized an unprecedented opportunity.

At 24, you find yourself presented with the opportunity to work in your father Hephaestus's forge for a year. Immediately, you accept it and bid goodbye to your friends in Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood.

And at age 25, you return to Earth, reuniting with Jungkook at Camp Jupiter for a meeting- a meeting of seemingly great importance, considering that the most powerful demigods have been summoned to gather.

25 years old

As Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, and you meander around the grounds of New Rome, you explore the coffee shops, savoring the thrill of the bustling city and immersing yourselves in the rich tapestry of its culture.

You’re standing by a statue of your father in his Roman form Vulcan, posing with Namjoon for the photo while Jungkook snaps a shot.

You skip over to Jungkook, looking over his shoulder to view the photo before you’re tackled to the ground.

“Y/N! You bitch!” Rose, daughter of Apollo, is on top of you, holding her Imperial Gold dagger to your neck. She’s fuming, her face scrunched in hatred, and you already know what this is about.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Taehyung aren’t sure if they should intervene; perhaps this was the cute new way you girls greeted each other (?)

Namjoon intervenes only when Rose starts drawing blood from your neck, and somehow, Rose has acquired monstrous strength, as she doesn't budge an inch when. Instead, she elbows him in the crotch and Namjoon falls to the floor with a thud.

Apollo: 1. Athena: 0.

“Y/N, you fucked my dad?!” Rose seethes, threatening to push the dagger further into your neck.

“Get off!” You employ your feet to push her away from your body and start wiping the blood from your neck.

Romantic entanglements between gods and demigods weren't uncommon. In various stories from Greek mythology, gods were known for their pursuits of mortal beings, including demigods. Quite frankly, the gods didn’t care that demigods were children of the other gods- they really had no decency. Anyone was free game.

“I did not fuck your dad!” you enunciate, “He came after me. I turned him down every time.”

“You liar!” She hisses, and suddenly she eerily resembles Lamia- the same demon who tried to kill you multiple times- before she pounces after you. Before you can comprehend it, you’re sprinting away.

Thank the gods Taehyung, your knight in shining armor, restrains Rose, locking her wrists behind her back. “Gods Rose, it’s not Y/N’s fault your dad is a slut,” Taehyung murmurs, looking up and raising his brows in amusement.

Rose quite literally growls at that, trying to release herself from Taehyung’s grip, and honestly you’re scared she’s going to kill you.

“Y/N, I swear to the gods- if you fucked my dad, I’m going to murder you,” she hisses, fuming from her ears.

“I did not fuck your dad! Are you insane?!”

“Taehyung, let me go!” Rose screams, “I’m not going to do anything, just let me go!” She screeches. Taehyung obliges and she falls on her face.

Her chest rises up and down while she catches her breath. She looks up at you, murderous intent still in her eyes. “Tell me everything that happened.”

During your time on Olympus, the god Apollo approached you in the forge multiple times, attempting to coax you into sleeping with him. You weren’t flattered, nor were you offended. It was Apollo being Apollo.

Under the protection of your father, you were able to pretend that he didn’t exist. Hephaestus soon got fed up and engineered a metal net to put an end to Apollo’s visits.

That’s how you, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and Rose end up at a nearby cafe, chowing down on pizza while you retell the story.

“Why are you blaming me for this?” you deadpan, “In what world would you be blaming me for your dad trying to sleep with me?”

Rose slams her face on the table, “I had a dream, Y/N. Not a dream, a fucking nightmare. I had a very vivid and repulsive dream of you and my father and I- I- Gods, my daddy issues are so horrible,” she mutters into the metal surface.

Jungkook places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Yea, me too,” he concurs, blankly staring into the atmosphere.

Taehyung dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand, “You should’ve known it was a dream and not a vision. My Y/N’s a good girl- she doesn’t do stuff like that.” Teasingly, he inches closer towards you and drapes an arm over your shoulder.

Your features twist in disgust and you whack him in the head with a rolled up newspaper.

Jungkook shrugs, "Y/N is beautiful. We all know that. It was bound to happen eventually," he takes a sip from his iced coffee, so nonchalant, like he doesn’t know how you desperately cling on to his every word, dying a little inside at his little compliment.

Namjoon side-eyes you.

Rose scoffs, glaring at Jungkook, “My father. My father tried to fuck my best friend. That wasn’t just bound to happen.”

Taehyung grins, “Y/N kissed your brother and then fucked your dad. Are you sure she’s your best friend?” he muses, so blatantly trying to trigger another cat fight between you and Rose.

Instead, you both frown deeply at him.

“So are you going to apologize to me for elbowing me in the balls or-”

“Gods Namjoon, I’m sorry. I was in the wrong. Blah, blah, blah,”

While Taehyung, Namjoon, and Rose bicker amongst each other Jungkook turns towards you, pointing to his neck, prompting you to look down at yours. “Want me to bandage it for you?” he mouths, to which you shake your head.

Rose didn’t cut you that deep. A sip of ambrosia would do the trick.

“You sure?” he mouths.

You nod. “It’s all good.”

The Senate House is home to important gatherings, crucial decisions, and the collective wisdom of the Roman demigods who shape the destiny of New Rome.

As you enter, you can feel the palpable tension in the air, making it seem colder than the rest of New Rome.

Jennie, daughter of Hades, stands at the podium, her stunning features clouded with pure exhaustion. She looks like a walking corpse with her cheekbones caved in and a gray shadow casting over her face. The aura she exudes is so dark that you can feel its weight from meters away.

She locks eyes with you but quickly averts her gaze, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead. She begins trembling intensely, and Mina, daughter of Venus and the Praetor of the Roman Legion, rushes over to hand Jennie a bottle of water.

In the corner of your eye, you notice Mingyu conversing with another soldier in the Roman Legion. He seems taller and more muscular, his usual playful demeanor crushed under the weight of a serious expression on his face. He oddly resembles Atlas, a titan forced to hold the weight of the sky, and it sends chills down your body.

Timidly, you take a seat in the audience and wait for the meeting to be called into order.

Mina and Mingyu step in front of the podium. "Senators and esteemed demigods of Rome and Greece, your immediate attention is required. We gather here not in routine matters, but in the face of an unprecedented and dire threat. Our very existence is under siege, and the safety of our camp hangs in the balance,” Mina begins

“I beseech you, lend me your ears and hearts, for what I am about to reveal is of utmost gravity. Recent developments have uncovered a menace that surpasses any we have faced before. The threads of fate are unraveling, and the forces that threaten us are ancient, powerful, and malevolent,” Mingyu continues before glancing at Jennie.

With a gulp, she addresses the assembly through the microphone. “Hades, my father, has lost his reign over the Underworld. The primordial god Tartarus has plunged the Underworld into chaos and is plotting to ascend to the surface, aiming to annihilate both demigods and gods.”

Her gaze shifts towards you and Jungkook. "He has somehow taken control of my body, sending me vivid and disturbing dreams. He's furious and demands a sacrifice – a sacrifice of the demigods who once intruded into Tartarus six years ago. If we don't comply, he threatens to rise to Earth through the surface of Camp Jupiter, annihilating Camp Jupiter completely upon his return."

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MASTERLIST 🖤🤍

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☆ HONGJOONG

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Secret Santa | Fashion designer!Hongjoong x fashion designer!fem reader

Runaway | Pirate!Hongjoong x pirate!fem reader

Polyjuice Potion | Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

A Quest for Love | Half-orc!Hongjoong x Elf!fem reader D&D/fantasy AU

Hades | Hades!Hongjoong x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SEONGHWA

Scrooge | Grumpy Seonghwa x Christmas enthusiast fem reader

Nights Like These | Seonghwa x fem reader drabble

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

Captive | Pirate!Seonghwa x fem reader

Stargazing | Hufflepuff!Seonghwa x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Maleficent | Maleficent!Seonghwa x Princess!fem reader Disney Villains AU

Towards The Light | Sith!Seonghwa x Jedi!fem reader Star Wars AU

☆ YUNHO

Snowman | Snowman!Yunho x fem reader

Pillaged | Pirate!Yunho x barkeep!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Home for the Holidays | Hufflepuff!Yunho x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Captain Hook | Captain Hook!Yunho x fem!reader Disney Villains AU

☆ YEOSANG

A Christmas Wish | Cheer elf!Yeosang x fem reader

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

My Treasure | Pirate!Yeosang x Princess!fem reader

Trading Cards & Chocolate Frogs | Ravenclaw!Yeosang x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Evil Queen | Evil Queen!Yeosang x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SAN

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

Mall Elf | Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

My Gem | Pirate!San x pirate!fem reader

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Quidditch Championship | Slytherin!San x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Cruella de Vil | Cruella!San x boutique owner!fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ MINGI

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Elf in Training | Elf!Mingi x elf!fem reader

Beached | Pirate!Mingi x Siren!fem reader

Niffler Nabbing | Slytherin!Mingi x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Dr. Facilier | Dr. Facilier!Mingi x fem reader Disney Villains AU [NEW]

☆ WOOYOUNG

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Rosy | Elf!Wooyoung x Elf!fem reader

The Hourglass | Pirate!Guerilla!Wooyoung x fem reader

Forbidden Forest | Slytherin!Wooyoung x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

☆ JONGHO

Grinch AU | Grinch!Jongho x Martha May Whovier!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Stowaway | Pirate!Jongho x stowaway!fem reader

Opposites Attract | Gryffindor!Jongho x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

☆ OT8

Living with 8 Vampires | Vampire!ATEEZ x fem reader

⤷ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [this series is my baby and I want it to be perfect so I take my time writing each part. Part 2 literally took me over a year to finish and post oof. Hopefully the next parts don’t take that long but regardless, pls be patient with me]

When You’re On Your Period | ATEEZ x fem reader

☆ JUNGKOOK

Through Thick and Thin | Vampire!Jungkook x human!fem reader

☆ JIMIN

Change of Heart | Vampire!Jimin x human!fem reader

☆ YOONGI

Flowers In Your Hair | Yoongi x fem reader drabble

Not So Bad | Vampire!Yoongi x human!fem reader

☆ TAEHYUNG

Lost Control | Vampire!Taehyung x human!fem reader

☆ NAMJOON

Blood Bags | Vampire!Namjoon x human!fem reader

☆ HOSEOK

Different | Vampire!Hoseok x Vampire Hunter!fem reader

☆ JIN

The Invite | Vampire!Jin x human!fem reader

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Alice in Wonderland AU | BTS x fem reader

☆ CHAN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

Cherry Chapstick | Chan x fem reader drabble

☆ CHANGBIN

Pool Hall | Changbin x fem reader

Irresistible | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Fuzzy Socks | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Late Night Ramen | Changbin x fem reader drabble

☆ HYUNJIN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

My Muse | Hyunjin x fem reader drabble

☆ JISUNG

Stupid Cupid | Cupid!Jisung x fem reader

☆ GUNIL

Drum Lessons | Gunil x fem reader

☆ JOOYEON

Practice Room Kisses | Jooyeon x fem reader drabble

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amygdala

genre: angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, romance, greek god au

pairing: hades!min yoongi x oc (persephone)

summary: while they met under the most unconventional circumstances, there seemed to be a spark bloom about which each was uncertain. what can the future hold for them?

rating: 18+

warning(s): swearing, mentions of an orgy, greek gods being over-excessive, jealousy, drinking, self-consciousness, mild depression

word count: 1.9k

credits: thank you to @okiedokrie for beta reading

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

a/n: this is for @k-vanity summer event "A Midsummer Night's Dream"

prompt(s): love affair; "I’ve been alive for seven hundred years, and you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met."; "Why are you falling for me?"

this is a prequel to dionysus and jamais vu, my own little hades and persephone universe. def more to come in the future 🌼

Why?

Why was he here?

He watched with bored scrutiny as his brothers mingled among the partygoers. Why had they talked him into this, he’d never know.

He would have much preferred the solace of his home, his dogs by his side, and the comforting glow of the cooking channel. A faint frown creased his face as the raucous laughter filled the air.

He needed alcohol. And tons of it.

Pushing himself off the wall, he made his way over to the bar. With some effort, he squeezed through, waving his hand to get the bartender’s attention. Just as he was about to order, someone slapped him on the back, making his knees buckle. Yoongi’s expression darkened as he turned to the culprit. The party host himself, Taehyung, stepped back with his boxy grin.

“Why the long face, Yoongs?”

“Trying to get a drink,” he mumbled.

“We gotta get you the good stuff,” his speech slightly slurred as he gestured to the vast array of drinks.

“I’m not trying to get fucked up like you,” Yoongi warned.

“I’m pretty sure no one can out-drink the God of Wine,” Taehyung teased.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as Taehyung ordered a bottle of Ambrosia, filling his cup to the brim. “Stop mopping around and go mingle. If your brothers can do it, so can you!”

“I wouldn’t call what they do mingling,” Yoongi muttered.

Sure enough, Namjoon whispered to a giggling nymph–shocker–and Hoseok had two sprites in his lap. No doubt they’d be leaving soon, if not now. Figures the God of Thunder and the God of the Sea would abandon their brother in his time of need.

He glanced at his phone with a sigh. She wasn’t coming. He should have known he’d get stood up. It wasn’t like he and Minthe were “official”, but it would have been nice for her to attend the party with him. Secretly, he felt things were going downhill over the past year. She became distant, always having an excuse to reschedule a date.

Yoongi thanked Taehyung for the Ambrosia, sipping it slowly. It perked up his mood a bit as he walked around the party. People would attempt to bring him into a conversation, but he shied away, giving them a sheepish wave.

Instead, he walked into another part of the house, looking at the paintings and sculptures with interest. He had to give Taehyung credit for his collection. Of course, Athena and Apollo deserved their flowers, too. After all, he bought some of their pieces from them. Just as he entered another room, his eyes met bright ones…in a state of undress. She shrieked as he spun around, red blooming on his face.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry. I didn’t think anyone was in here!”

The voice that spoke almost put him in a daze. The melodic tone reminded him of wind chimes. She rambled on as she slipped on the white strapless dress.

“N-No, I should be apologizing! I spilled red wine on my dress…well, my friend's dress, and I couldn’t find the bathroom–gosh, why did I come here? I’m not supposed to be here! I can’t believe Artemis talked me into coming and her stupid brother, argh…my mother is gonna kill me!”

Tears began to form as she started to hiccup.

He turned to look at her, breathing a sigh of relief to see she was fully clothed. Her beauty enchanted him. Yoongi blinked as the haze dissipated, set his drink down, walked up to her, and pulled out a handkerchief.

“It’s going to be okay. The stain isn’t so bad.”

She took the handkerchief, mumbling out a thanks, and plopped down on the couch. “It’s a silly thing to cry over. I just…I don’t know, but I feel like I don’t belong here.”

He snorted, grabbed his drink, and sat beside her. “Don’t I know it?”

She glanced at him curiously. “What do you mean by that?”

Yoongi took a sip of his drink before answering. “I got dragged here by my brothers. Apparently, I've been sulking too much than normal.”

“It sounds like your brothers and my friend could be friends. I got dragged here by her, too. For her, it's because I don’t get out enough and only study.”

“What’s wrong with studying?”

“That’s what I said! I’d rather be in my garden or curled up on the couch,” she pouted.

Wow, she looked cute, pouting like that, he thought. Even the flowers in her hair seemed to move on their own. Fluttering their petals whenever she spoke, or her expression changed. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m missing my dogs right now.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You have pets?”

“Uh-huh,” he pulled his phone out, searching for a picture to share, “Too many to count. They’re my babies.”

She scooted closer to look at his phone screen. She let out a squeal as he flipped through the pictures. “That’s Cerberus. Don’t let him fool you; he’s the sweetest. That’s Holly…the brown one. He’s spoiled…well, they all are. And that lil furball, the black cat, is Pluto.”

“They are the cutest! I love animals. Never got to have pets growing up–mom wouldn’t allow it, but I love them.”

Yoongi smiled, putting his phone away. “Whose your mom? Have I met her before?”

She bit her lip, looking away from him. “Well–”

“Persephone!!”

Panic crossed her face at the sound of her name. Just then, a muscular man stumbled in with an equally attractive woman in tow. His face was completely red from the ambrosia, and he pointed at her before looking at the woman.

“See sis, I found her!”

The woman sighed in exasperation, walking over to her. “Persephone! Is this where you’ve been hiding the whole time?!”

I’ve been alive for seven hundred years, and you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met, she thought to herself.

Persephone seemed to shrink away on the couch. “Hey, Artemis.”

“Don’t ‘hey Artemis’ me. I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I’ve been babysitting this dweeb for the past two hours!”

The man’s face twisted in annoyance. “Listen, no one told you to watch me.”

“I told you not to try to drink with Dionysus, Apollo.”

He sucked his teeth before settling his attention on Yoongi. “Uncle Hades!”

Yoongi’s lip slightly twisted as the God of the Sun lifted him in a bear hug. “I didn’t think a sourpuss like you would come to one of these!”

Persephone watched in wonder as he was lifted like a ragdoll. She tried not to snort at the expression on his face. He was anything but amused.

“Hello, Apollo, Yoongi is just fine.”

Once he was set down, he brushed his jacket with a frown. “I see you’re starting to take after your father.”

“Not too much, but that’s what everyone else says.”

“Uh-huh,” he glanced at Persephone with a tiny smile. “Nice meeting you, I’m gonna go find Namjoon and Hoseok.”

Stay.

The thought crossed Persephone’s mind as she watched him walk away. There seemed to be an ache deep down. But why? Why did she want him to stay?

Artemis poked her friend with a frown. “Earth to Sep. You in there?”

She shook her head. “Y-Yeah.”

“Let’s get you a drink. A real one this time.”

She let Artemis and Apollo lead her back to the bar. By now, things had taken a wild turn. People’s inhibitions were loosening more. Persephone stayed close to Artemis as she ordered them drinks. She tried looking for Yoongi in the crowd but couldn’t find him. So that was Hades. The big evil God of the Underworld, at least that is what her mother had been known to say.

”Stay away from those Olympic Gods!”

Persephone held back the urge to roll her eyes. Sure, Zeus and Poseidon had a less than savory reputation, but Hades…Yoongi didn’t seem like that. Artemis handed her a champagne flute and turned to observe the rest of the party.

”Are you alright?”

”How do you mean?”

”Yoongi didn’t try anything, did he?”

Persephone blinked at her in disbelief. “Why would he?”

Artemis shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “He is one of the big three; they got a reputation.”

”He’s different. I don’t think he’s like them,” Persephone thought aloud.

”Whatever. They’re all the same,” the Goddess of the Moon grumbled.

Persephone loved her best friend, but she didn’t get it. Artemis made a vow of chastity long ago, as did her mother, Demeter. While it had been an option for her, there had to be more to life than vows and rituals. She felt she was destined for something greater. It didn’t take long for her to be shaken from her thoughts as the host returned to the crowd.

Taehyung appeared, jumping on the bar. “I hope everyone is enjoying themselves! It's that time of the night when it's about to get nasty!”

The cheers grew louder as the young Goddesses watched everyone remove their clothing.

“What the hell–”

The lights darkened as the music took a sensual tempo. People began pairing up all around the room. Persephone tried not to gasp, seeing what a particular nymph and Zeus were doing in the corner. Moans grew louder, making her discomfort grow. Naked bodies writhed around her. She backed out of the room, reaching out for Artemis until she got pushed backward. She almost cried out until someone caught her. The warmth of their hands radiated on her skin. She could barely make out who it was until she was led outside to the backyard.

She blinked a few times as the torches surrounding played tricks in the night.

“Y-Yoongi?”

He nodded, still holding her hand. Persephone glanced down at it, and he dropped it, as red covered his cheeks.

“Sorry. Are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine; just was not expecting all that.”

He chuckled nervously, pushing his hair back. “Yeah, I didn’t sign up for that.”

She returned a smile. “Same.”

He cleared his throat trying to grow the courage to ask her more questions, something about her. She wasn’t like her. Far from it.

“So Persephone–”

“Sep!”

Fuck.

She turned away from him to see Artemis running towards her. She carried two coats and purses in her hand. “We’re leaving now! I’m gonna kill Taehyung for that! Wait until Athena and Hestia hear about it!”

She continued to fuss as Persephone gave Yoongi a look, making him snort.

The Goddess of the Moon punched in a number angrily. “Damn, rideshare won’t be here for another ten minutes! I’m going up front. You coming?!”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll follow you out.”

“Better be. Bunch of horny, sweaty gods ruining a perfectly good party. Stupid orgies!”

As she stormed off, Persephone gave Yoongi a pout. “I guess I gotta go.”

“Oh, I understand. It’s crazy in there. Don’t want to get caught up in all that.”

“Agreed.”

The flowers in her hair closed slightly as her mood saddened. But why? Yoongi wished she could stay outside with him and talk all night, but it was selfish of him to think that. He didn’t deserve any happiness, and that wasn’t in his future.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongi,” she whispered.

“You too, Persephone.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said, her eyes hopeful.

Damn. What was happening to him? She seemed to have him under a spell.

Why are you falling for me? He wanted to ask.

“I–”

“Persephone! Hurry up!”

She winced, frowning at her friend’s voice. Glancing at Yoongi, she took a purplish flower from the ground and handed it to him. “It’s a pomelia. It kind of reminds me of you. It means kindness. You’re not like your brothers; you’re more than that.”

She squeezed his hand before running off in the direction Artemis called her in. Yoongi glanced down at the flower as a small smile appeared.

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bangtanwritershq · 10 months

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Golden Works of Art" Masterlist

For November 2023, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase the number 7 for Bangtan and Jeon Jungkook, and the release of Golden, Jungkook’s first album! There are many different AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things SEVEN & GOLDEN, this masterlist is for you! Note: All fics are OVER 7k in length, and many feature Jungkook as their focal point but are not limited to being Jungkook-centric

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞💖⚠️ Promises, Promises (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Jimin x Jeongguk AU Type: Mail Order Husband, S2L | fluff, angst, mild smut Rating: MA WC: 11,280

🔞💖⚠️ Make You Mine | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader AU Type: A/B/O, E2L | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 11,231

🔞💖⚠️ Lights, Camera, Action | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: Actor!Jungkook x Artist!Reader (ft. Director!Namjoon x Artist!Reader) AU Type: Poly/3way Relationship, Coworkers/Strangers to Lovers | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 22,484

🔞💖⚠️ Slow and Steady | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x female reader/Jungkook x female OC AU Type: Art | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 7,137

🔞💖⚠️ Mirrors: What Becomes of Us | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Friends w/Benefits to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 8,454

🔞💖⚠️ In Motion | @yoonia [14/14] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Sex Club | smut Rating: MA WC: 175,587

🔞💖⚠️ Song of You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: 1930-40s Romance | smut, angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 8k

🔞💖⚠️ Let Me Heal You | @bethschamberoftales [1/1] Pairing: ex!bf Jungkook x reader x lawyer! Taehyung AU Type: Coming of Age, Infidelity, Crime, Thriller | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 26k

🔞💖⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Demon!Jimin x Witch!f.Reader x Vampire!Jungkook AU Type: Demon/Witch/Vampire Halloween | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞💖⚠️ Chasing Shadows | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: Sherlock!Jungkook x Journalist!f.Reader AU Type: Modern Day Sherlock Holmes | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 21,511

🔞💖⚠️ Flowers of Fate | @colormepurplex2 [4/4] Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) AU Type: Strangers to Bonded Mates | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 56,072

🔞💖⚠️ On Wings of Mist & Memories | @colormepurplex2 [3/3] Pairing: DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader AU Type: Enemies to Lovers, Exiled Royalty, Fantasy | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 39,753

🔞💖⚠️ Seeds | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Persephone!Yoongi x Hades!Hoseok AU Type: Modern Greek Mythology, Strangers to Lovers, Mafia | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 7,902

🔞💖⚠️ Lifeline | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Reader AU Type: First Responder | smut, light fluff Rating: MA WC: 7,157

🔞💖⚠️ The Agile Fox | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x OC (named female character) x Yoongi AU Type: Shifters, Werewolf | fluff, angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 51,966

🔞💖⚠️ Bad For You | @yoonia [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader AU Type: Stripper | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 11,340

🔞💖⚠️ To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: tatbilb!au fake dating!au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 30,586

🔞💖 Laundry Love | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: s2l, non-idol au | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,983

🔞💖⚠️ Bangtan Scouts | @hisunshiine [20/20] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: sailor moon au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 48,937

🔞💖⚠️ College Nights, Diner Fights | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: e2l, diner au, college au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 9,841

🔞💖⚠️ Seven Days | @hisunshiine [7/7] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU Type: f2l au, fwb au | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 34,607

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layin’ low → kth (M)

Inspired by the queen Hyolyn’s release ‘Layin’ Low’.

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♢ Pairing: Taehyung x Idol!Reader ft. Jeongguk and Jimin as dance partners

♢ Word count: 4.4k

♢ Genre: fluff, smut, secret relationship Warning: swearing, jealous/possessive behavior, female & male oral sex, quickie, backstage sex, dirty talk, slight dom Tae

↳ Hyolyn always has me hook, line and sinker for every comeback she does. So here’s a one shot inspired by the dance of her new song cause I’m a thirsty bitch :´)

Blankly staring at the surface of the table beneath your laptop, you took a slow, contemplating sip of your now watered coffee in the tall, slim glass, matching clear straw to follow. The screen of your laptop stared back at you as you grumbled again.

The paused frame of the dance practice to your newest song was currently your largest annoyance.

The finished product of practicing and recording it with your dancers ended last week, and not even a whole week later, your management informed you of a scheduled invitation to a special stage collab for an upcoming award show.

The deal breaker?

You had complete control over the collab, in terms of inviting who you wanted to join you. The show executives arranged a meeting with you and requested you made it into a ‘star studded’ stage if possible. You had said yes, cause why the fuck not? It was the perfect opportunity for promoting the newest song, and you needed clout at the end of the day in this crazy industry.

The process of recruiting people was tricky, you decided. Especially without the assistance of a whole team or management behind your back. You had many friends, no secrets there. Male and female idols alike from numerous groups in the industry.

But the condition had been ‘star studded’ to the point that would get the whole industry and tabloids talking. So you were forced to start ranking your friends on a popularity poll.

And as much as you tried to be objective and not a rude friend, the end result had been obvious before you even started researching. Your most famous friends were at the end of the line; BTS.

Now you were in the position of how to ask two of your boyfriend’s groupmates to perform a very, sexual and questionable song with you live on stage in front of his face.

You had tried to the ends of your abilities to try and switch Taehyung’s schedule with his manager and personal team, to the point of nearly whining like a literal child with the manager and begging for him to have time to practice with you. But, alas, it had been a fruitless try. He was packed with personal schedules and was not able to change the schedule for your dance.

Sighing to yourself in misery, you took a look around the HYBE canteen around you and instead tried to admire the vast space, grey wall and floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the entirety of Yongsan district to your view.

The coffee had been very tasteful when you first ordered it. But the amount of time sitting here had watered it down like any other iced coffee. You were a self-appointed caffeine addict and were picky with your choice of drinks even if they ended up being the same ones. But you had been impressed knowing they were experienced baristas hired to work in the canteen’s coffee bar rather than just random part-timers.

Quantity over quality, you supposed. Even for coffee making.

The surrounding people were only staff, to your understanding. All are either working or eating lunch with colleagues. Some had greeted you in passing, but not other idols in sight.

Finally determined, you made up your mind before chickening out and wrote a quick text to Taehyung about his whereabouts. He was always quick at replying when it came to you, saying, ‘Lounge with jk, jm and Hobi Hyung.’

With that, you packed away your things and made your way toward their private lounge.

The current company you were signed with hade made HYBE their new home after its finished renovations. It had been a positive change for you as a small solo artist, as well as your relationship with Taehyung. The company building was large enough for both of you to be at work at the same time without feeling forced to be in each other’s presence every day.

Both of you had the freedom to work by yourselves and see each other when the need for a quick cuddle, lunch, or coffee date arose and go separate ways again. It was the ideal setting for your secret relationship.

Arriving at the massive, private practice room labeled for BTS - you walked through the empty space littered with some of their personal belonging before entering the closed door of their lounge, greeting the sight of the four men relaxing in various places around the room on their phones.

“Hey Y/N.”

“How’s it going, Y/N?”

“Hey, beautiful.”

Returning the greetings warmly, you dropped down next to Taehyung on the couch with a peck on his cheek as his hand laced through yours naturally, lifting it to his mouth for a soft caress.

“Were you working on something?” Jimin glanced at the laptop you put on the table, as well as your poorly hidden disgruntled appearance.

“...just figuring something out,” you replied vaguely, casually trying to glance around the room and get a sense of the mood they were in.

They all seemed to be in a relatively good one, so maybe it was your chance to ask them about it.

“Actually guys…” leaning forward, they all turned their attention to you. “Are any of you free to do a collab stage with me for the upcoming award show?”

“Why not Taehyungie hyung?” Jeongguk questioned what you had expected to begin with.

“I’m too busy,” he replied, rubbing an apologetic hand on your back, but you already understood him.

“What kind of collab?” Hoseok asked. “I’m a bit busy working on some songs with Yoongi hyung right now.”

“It’s a dance collab to my new song, you know the one I showed you guys a few weeks ago.”

Jimin lurched up from his lounging position with a giggle. “You mean that crazy, sexy song? Taehyungie said it gave him bedroom vibes.”

The two men proceeded to share a snicker at the memories as you rolled your eyes good-naturedly in return. “Yes, the very sexy song - which is why I asked you guys, 'cause you’re basically like brothers to me so it wouldn’t be awkward.”

“That’s not exactly how you ask us to perform a sexy collab with you, Y/N,” Jeongguk pointed out with an amused tilt of his lips. “I’m sure that’s illegal.”

“Oh shut up, you know what I meant,” you whined in return, collapsing back into Taehyung’s chest as he chuckled at your expense, hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his side - an action that always made your stomach flutter not matter the time spent together.

“Sure, I’ll do it - I’m not too busy besides the usual work we do before an award show,” Jimin offered with a grin. “How many people do you need?”

With a thankful grin, you then turned to the youngest, “Two?”

He returned the look knowingly before giving in quickly. “Fine, I’ll do it - just because it’s you, Y/N.”

“You’re the best!” With a cheer, you jumped up to hug them both tightly.

“What’s the choreography like?” It was Hoseok who had asked in interest as your smile slightly dropped hesitantly.

“It’s…uhm, emotional?”

At their quizzical looks, you couldn’t help but flush slightly in embarrassment. “Uh, you can watch it on the laptop, it’s unlocked,” you said before quickly addressing your boyfriend. “Tae, can we talk?”

Before he or the others could comprehend, you had pulled him out of his seat and out the door inside the empty practice room.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just wanted to check if you were alright with all of this.”

His confused look eased the slight pressure you felt. “About the collab?”

“Well yeah,” you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. “You remember I told you it was quite a mature concept.”

He must have sensed the anxiety as you spoke those words because Taehyung pulled you into a hug before pressing a soft kiss on your lips which you returned almost gratefully.

“Y/N, I’m okay. So all you need to do is concentrate on that performance and do your best. Don’t worry about me, really.”

Resting your head against his chest, you sighed happily. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too,” he laughed softly, pecking the top of your head.

Taehyung couldn’t believe that the one time he lied his fucking ass off would be to your face. But following the current dry rehearsal to the upcoming collaboration between you and two of his brothers, made him consider if it was a mistake to lie.

To be completely honest with himself, he had been against it the moment you had mentioned it in the lounge and he knew where it was going. Was he against it because it happened to be his group mates? Of course not, he trusted them with his life and they were among the few people that knew about his relationship with you.

Was it the fact that someone else got to put their hands on parts of your body that only he was privileged to? Fuck yes.

The only reason he had decided to lie to your face and encouraged you to do it was due to the reminder of your excitement months ago - When you had basically come to him running with a childlike grin full of excitement and babbled off about this new outline you had to a song and the mature concept that you couldn’t wait to try out for the first time in your career.

Taehyung had always considered himself to be a supportive boyfriend and fellow artist, but he never realized how fucking hard it would be to watch you grind against someone on the floor that wasn’t him.

If it weren’t for it being Jimin and Jeongguk, he probably would have jumped on stage and pried you away from them. But BTS were praised for their professionalism for a reason - they all knew to separate personal lives from work, and the performance was just that; work.

But this was also the only time Taehyung felt himself getting annoyed over how amazing performers they both were. With their gazes roaming your body, hands clutching at your hips and thighs, he could have been convinced they were ready to fuck your brains out.

It didn’t help that your stage outfit consisted of a skimpy glittering, nude bodysuit with a thong that showed off that perky ass and your smooth legs wearing a pair of stilettos he was sure would break any other normal person’s ankles dancing like you were.

Jeongguk and Jimin wore silky satin shirts in black and white respectively matching the glittering fabric on your body, and black jeans belted around their hips. The clothes were made to show off the sensual, silhouettes of your bodies and add to the sexual tension showcased on stage. Their shirts also happened to be unbuttoned at the top to show off a teasing amount of skin.

The only positive thing he could take away from this was that your bodysuit was a high neck and was long-sleeved, but its skin-tight quality didn’t help in his brain.

But all he could do was stand and watch blankly - playing the role of a fellow artist and not a jealous boyfriend.

“Wow, she really went all out this time,” Hoseok praised, watching the performance intently with the eyes of a fellow dancer. Damn his hyung, and his ability to objectively watch a performance that was making his own dick hard.

“Mhm,” the mumble was all he managed to reply with.

The original choreography had only lasted a minute or so including the male dancers in your music video - but because it was such a rare and special collaboration, you had lengthened the performance and added more choreography to make the stage more worthwhile.

He understood why. It wasn’t often BTS accepted collaborations at award shows, especially not on their own home turf with the hateful scrutiny of the public and fans alike. As well as the notorious rule of not interacting with the other sex, besides professional greetings.

The last run of the dry rehearsal started again while he was lost in his thoughts, and Taehyung snapped his focus back on the stage as the song started over with you kneeling on the floor, before snapping your thighs open and the BTS duo smoothly slid in on each side of you, grinding their bodies against you as you sang effortlessly into the mic taped against your cheek, returning their smoldering gazes.

‘1, 2, 3, 4 You, I, Live, For 1, 2, 3, 4 Watch me, Burning, Screaming

Boy, cause you You got me layin’ low You got me layin’ low

My tears are running down Such a bad habit, boy’

Your solo dance break in the middle had actually been the strongest struggle of his yet to date. The way Taehyung had fought to not react more than a raise of his eyebrows, watching you rolling around on the floor, your ass in the air and sensual body rolls that sent his mind right into the gutter.

Releasing a low groan that could be interpreted as exhaustion by those around him, Taehyung let out a long sigh, tongue poking the side of his cheek to showcase an air of nonchalance. The rehearsal was finishing up in a few minutes so with a casual stretch of his legs, he spoke to Hoseok.

“Gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

Hoseok stared at him with a long, knowing look, brow flicked up with a smirk. “Oh yeah? Your stomach must hurt real bad, huh?”

Knowing he was already busted, Taehyung played along. “Horrible actually, might take a while.”

Hoseok glanced casually to the side at the crew and staff getting ready to clean up and prepare for their own rehearsal before shaking his head. “You got twenty minutes.”

He knew if he was a minute late, the dance leader would kick his ass ten times over.

Taehyung returned the smirk with a shrug while walking backward. “More than enough for me.”

“You did good.”

Snapping your head up from your mindless scrolling on your phone, Taehyung was standing in the doorway of your dressing room, hands lazily in the pockets of his dark forest green suit pants. Black curly hair strands framed his face, and looking outwardly handsome as he always did.

You grinned proudly at the compliment. “Thank you, babe! Jeongguk and Jimin were crazy quick at picking up choreo, like-”

He walked inside leisurely, closing the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking in place made your eyes glance in the direction of one of his hands behind his back.

“-not that I was even worried to begin with, it’s them after all,” you continued slowly, slightly tensing up at the flat look on his face and straightening up on the leather couch.

“They looked great. You all did,” Taehyung agreed.

Your brain was whirring in your head, not sure how to depict his current mood. At first, you thought he was angry - but taking a closer look it seemed more like a fleeting annoyance.

Slightly fumbling with the half-folded blanket on your lap, you let your confusion show. “Is everything okay?”

His tongue swiped across his upper lip in what you assumed was a nervous action before he spoke, a voice deeper than you expected to hear. “No, I’m quite pissed off actually.”

Not having been a person to ever take bullshit from someone, especially not your own boyfriend with his unreasonable mood, you replied back with a flat voice. “I can see that. And you better have a damn good reason, especially because of the agreement we had before this.”

But rather than speaking, Taehyung suddenly stalked closer and dropped to his knees before you, causing your back to completely straighten as your eyes widened from anger to shock and trying to read him.

Throwing the blanket aside, he parted your legs with his large hands and pressed closer before muttering. “I’d rather show you.”

Okay, so angry wasn’t the only thing he felt, you realized.

With a surprising firmness he hadn’t used on you often, his hand wrapped around your throat from the front and yanked you into a bruising kiss that made your breath hitch. His tongue parted your lips impatiently, teeth clashing for a moment before caressing your own tongue as your eyes fluttered shut and a small sigh parted from you.

Your burning annoyance was always so easily extinguished and melting into the tingling want, your boyfriend was expertise in coaxing forward with a single touch of his tongue anywhere on your body.

From splaying across your neck, the same hand went up underneath your jawline and forcefully pried you away from him as you stared back with a clouded gaze, still recovering from the aggressive kiss. His fresh breath fanned across your lips in what seemed like a teasing caress.

“Tae…” the whisper from you came out breathless. You wanted to stop him because this was public. Even with the door locked, it wasn’t soundproof as you heard several muffled voices walking passed the door. But it was hard for you to breath, let alone speak at this point.

“Thought I wouldn’t mind, did you?” He muttered back, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the column of your throat as your eyes fell back shut, swallowing back a hum. “Thought I’d play the perfect boyfriend while watching you grind against my friends in front of me, huh?”

A low whine escaped from his onslaught of sensual kisses against your skin, some firmer than others.

A reprimanding hiss from between his breath accompanied by a gentle nip made you nearly stutter. “Answer me properly.”

“Yes,” you breathed out harshly. “Thought you were fine.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung hummed before you felt a smirk and goosebumps peppered your skin with his next words. “Then I’ll just have to remind you.”

Without a single pause, he straightened up and gripped your ankles, pulling you forward with surprising strength as the back of your head rested on the back of the couch, your bare legs over each of his shoulders and spread wide apart for his eyes.

Dark brown eyes were taking in your stage outfit with a hungry expression. Licking his lips, he came closer, mouth forming a path up your inner thighs as your chest heaved in anticipation. Experienced hands popped open the buttons of your bodysuit, revealing the thin nude thong underneath already damp and darkening the fabric.

“Always so quick to get wet for me,” Taehyung’s deep voice scratched against his throat in satisfaction.

Too impatient and short on time, his kisses finally reached their intended target, pressing firmly against your mound and over your underwear as his tongue came out, licking a stripe up your pussy. Not bothering with his usual favorite pastime of teasing and edging you - Taehyung began mouthing at the fabric covering your clit.

Your breaths turned positively erratic with the way you tried to keep your sounds down to a minimum and not alert anyone on the other side of the door. Your hands finally flew up to grip at his perfectly styled hair, pulling at the strands desperately as he continued his ministrations, your panties already soaked and ruined.

Almost leisurely, he pulled the offending fabric aside and leaned forward to suck against your clit with a pleased hum as a high-pitched moan managed to tear from you, your spine tensing in slight fear from the volume. The pleasure pulsing through your lower body was making you sweat in anticipation. The sudden warning scrape of his teeth against your mound made your eyes flicker down to meet his own raised to watch you.

“Let me hear you, princess,” he separated away from you long enough to utter those words before going straight back.

“But Tae-” your words turned into a moan at the feeling of a finger pressing inside of you, easily finding your g-point with its familiarity and length.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear who you belong to,” Taehyung praised, tongue moving in and flicking in synchronization with his fingers, your thighs tensing around his shoulders and head.

With one finger holding the fabric of your panties to the side as the other continued slipping in and out, a second one following quickly making you twitch and stutter out a breath of his name. His fingers started pumping in and out almost vigorously, the obnoxious sound of your wetness being the loudest sound in the room as your breathing increased, gripping his hair even harder, nails digging into his scalp as Taehyung groaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, you're dripping all over," he moaned, teeth scraping against your skin as his thumb returned to your clit with new fervor.

The added sensation made your moans louder, hips moving, intensifying the pleasure flaring up inside. His fingers dragging against your inner walls made it even harder to resist as you felt your resolve falling.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

You didn’t know who you were talking to, the words falling out in a breathless mutter as Taehyung continued to fuck you with his long fingers. You could feel it coming, body gradually losing control - mindlessly trying to chase that feeling of completion as he had to pin your hips down against his mouth, grabbing both of your asscheeks tightly to hold you still.

His thumb rubbing at your clit oh so skillfully was making your mind hazy. Taehyung was feeling it too - the way your whole body was starting to tense. Thighs shaking as you begged him to finish it. His dick was so fucking hard while kneeling on the ground that he could almost come just from the motions of your continuing to rub up against his mouth.

"Cum for me, princess."

There was that damned name again. The moment he uttered the sentence, you felt your orgasm wash over you, walls clenching the thread of control snapping as your body trembled and tried to muffle the cries by biting down on your lip. But Taehyung wouldn’t let her. He continued to draw out your pleasure, fingers slowing down and thumb circling slower.

Your chest was heaving, trying to catch your breath with strands of hair plastered to the sweaty skin.

His fingers slipped out as you watched him lift them up to his mouth, sucking the taste of you clean with a pleasing hum, as you stared intensely at the erotic sight.

“Delicious,” he mumbled.

You genuinely thought he was done ravishing you, but as he stood up and started to undo the belt around his hips, the pounding of your clit flared up again in anticipation.

“Come here, baby.”

With slightly stiff legs, you obeyed him and stood up. The tall heels still strapped to your feet gave you the extra advantage as you were only an inch away from being eye level with him.

As your bodies brushed up against each other, Taehyung didn’t have to worry about your balance, well aware of the levels of your flexibility even in heels as he grabbed your right leg and wrapped it nice and tight around his hipbone. You leveraged yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck as he reached down to press the head of his freed cock against your hole.

“Fuck, need you so bad,” he muttered almost in pain and followed with a relieved groan as he bottomed out with your breath stuttering along.

You don’t know how you managed to stay firm in those stilettos heels as Taehyung began to fuck you in earnest, not holding back as your nails dug into his skin and his own hands kept you balanced by cupping your ass that would bruise later.

Your thighs were burning in their position, but you had no fucks to give with the way you were losing your mind at his rough, shallow thrusts, meeting each of your low moans as your head fell forward into the nape of his shoulders, kissing and sucking the skin to keep your mouth occupied.

Suddenly you were airborne, Taehyung having lifted you up as both of your legs wrapped his hips and found a new position as he pressed you against a free space of the wall, forcing your head up against and kissing you messily.

You thought he was fucking you earlier? Now with the new leverage of the wall against your back, he was ready to demolish you.

His hips and skin slapping against yours were making you dumb of any thoughts, the restrain of remaining silent gradually slipping away as your moans went from low to who-the-fuck-cares.

Your face was morphed in constant pleasure as you were turning positively desperate. “Tae, Tae…please, need to cum!”

You knew your positions were in the same boat with the way he didn’t even bother to tease you any longer, only moaning himself as he nodded. “Shit, me too, baby, me too…cum for me alright. Be a good girl and cream yourself on my cock.”

One of his hands went to your clit, rubbing it as he continued to pound into you without mercy. And this time the thread didn’t simply snap, it splintered into pieces, your orgasm seemingly endless and spreading down to your toes and stomach as you stiffened, legs shaking as you whined.

Taehyung followed quickly, as your cunt fluttered around his cock, groaning and moaning into your open mouth as his hips stuttered and slowed down. Minutes must have passed as both of you calmed down, when a light knock came on the door, startling you both and sending panic through your still-intertwined bodies.

But then Jimin’s voice called out in obvious amusement. “You got five minutes to clean up, Kim Taehyung.”

“You told him!?”

“Of course not,” Taehyung grinned sheepishly. “But Hobi hyung probably did.”

“You should have worn a condom to avoid this mess,” you frowned in reply, glancing down before meeting his apologetic gaze.

“Sorry, baby. I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

“Obviously,” was your dry, yet amused response as he finally put you down and you stumbled towards the makeup table and grabbed a pack of wet tissues.

As you both finished cleaning up, you couldn’t help but shove him in slight annoyance. “The next time you feel like being jealous, tell me honestly, idiot.”

With an innocent smile, he pulled you into a snuggly hug, voice muffled against your neck. “But baby, I love our jealous, angry fucks.”

You couldn’t disagree as you grumbled. “At least give me a warning next time.”

Straightening back up, he pecked your still-swollen lips with sparkling eyes. “Deal.”

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How’s that for a little comeback? lmao

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little flower - chapter three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~🌸~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~🌸~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dalinzm · 1 year

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#hades greek mythology #taehyung #greek myth moodboard #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #hades #hades greek god #god of death #god of darkness

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studio-multi · 5 months

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Half Baked #4

Title: Asphodel

Characters:

Namjoon as Hecate

Hoseok as Helios

Yoongi as Hades

Jimin as Persephone/Kore

Taehyung as Adonis

Jungkook as Hermes

-all gods, goddess or deities are gender neutral because they don’t always reproduce the traditional way, if you have issues with gender neutrality in any way this is not the idea for you-

Notes:

They cheer when Yoongi lights the ceremonial fire and he laughs shyly.

The colorful flags of the May pole and Yoongi and Jimin meeting eyes through it

Yoongi is sad that Jimin is away, pops up to see them being celebrated at Beltane. Jungkook lets Jimin know, and he takes Yoongi around the festival.

Yoongi getting flower crowned.

Jealous of Taehyung hitting on Jimin.

Joon and Hobi roasting Yoongi as they join the festival once the sun goes down.

Yoongi gets very drunk on the seasonal Meade (look in festive drinks) and Jimin puts him to bed.

They have a cute make out and conversation about having children.

Yoongi: “We could adopt” Jimin: “No I want them to be a part of us” Yoongi: “I don’t know if any child should be curse being a part of me” Yoongi/Hades self-loathing. Jimin: “I want nothing more than a child that is half you, Yoongi”

Yoongi agrees to discuss it when Jimin returns in the fall.

Jimin: “Really?!?” Yoongi with a nod: “Mmm.”

NSFW Notes under the cut:

Jimin attacks Yoongi with kisses and ends up getting Yoongi aroused now that he has sobered up.

Jimin offers to give Yoongi head. Yoongi agrees and Jimin sucks Yoongi off, swallowing all of the seed.

Jimin didn’t expect anything in return, but Yoongi quickly puts Jimin on his back, Yoongi’s back arching as he sucks Jimin off too.

Jimin’s orgasm magically "calling" in the late spring rain, bursting flowers into bloom around their hideaway as Yoongi swallows down his release.

Jimin returns in Autumn four months pregnant and finds a glowing pregnant Yoongi as well.

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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Maritober 2022

This is my own lil version of the kinktober phenomenon. Each one shot is featuring a human reader and a supernatural member of BTS.

Warnings include smut, angst, fluff, kidnapping, blood, violence, stalking, amongst others individual to each story.

All of these stories could very well be made into stories or continued on later. I purposefully wrote these with that intention.

My Queen

Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.

Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human Reader

Out Now (posted 9/16)

My Home

It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.

Pairing: Dragon Yoongi x Human Healer Reader

Out Now (posted 9/23)

My Prisoner

You were trying to buy a new notebook for your writings, not expecting to get lost in a forest you didn’t recognize from your map. After passing the same tree multiple times, you stop to rest for the night, only to be captured and taken to a King’s castle for judgement. You weren’t expecting a Fae King to keep you as his…prisoner?

Pairing Fae King Hobi x Writer Reader

Out Now (posted 9/30)

My Goddess

You tried to escape again, only to epically fail. Nothing seemed to work, and Hades just smiled as he watched you walk away. He knew the real reason you kept trying to run away, and was just waiting for you to realize it.

Pairing: God of the Underworld Namjoon x Human Reader

Out Now (posted 10/07)

My Light

“Your beauty brought out the light in him, made him see how dark the world truly was He couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you in the dark.”

Your uncle had left you a home in some seaside town you hadn’t heard of. Moving out there was easy, but living there was harder. Until he found you, then…you didn’t know what to think.

Pairing: Mermaid Prince Jimin x Human Reader

Out Now (posted 10/14)

My Witch

It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.

Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader

Out Now (posted 10/21)

My Mate

Your village was surrounded by a never-ending forest. Every 20 years, for as long as the village people could remember, offerings were held for the beast who roamed the forest. It was the only way your village could remain safe. This times offering, you were one of the women being offered up to the beast. You only hoped that you could make it out alive.

Werewolf Jungkook x Human Sacrifice reader

Out Now (posted 10/28)

#bts #bts au #bts one shots #purpleyoonn one shot #oneshots #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts fantasy au #angst #fluff #bts x reader #purpleyoonn #maritober

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aphroditelovesu · 2 years

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Hi honey, I hope you don't mind, but can I ask what you're working on right now?

Yes, of course you can. This list that shows in general, without including HOTD (because I already made a list of them, if you want to read, just click here). For now, these are the pending ones:

Yandere Percy Jackson Headcanons (General) (Percy Jackson) (POSTED)

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson with a reader with a sire bond | Imagine (Romantic) (The Originals)

Yandere Nico/Hazel with a Shy!Child of Pluto (Headcanons) (Platonic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Apollo with a Child of Ares Headcanons (Romantic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Zeus/Poseidon Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Athena vs Aphrodite | Imagine (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Artemis/Athena Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Jake Peralta | Imagine Angst (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) (POSTED)

Yandere Ares w/Pregnant Reader | Imagine (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Apollo w/Forced Marriage | Imagine (Greek Mythology)

Yandere!CEO Taehyung w/Married S/O | Imagine (BTS)

Yandere Icarus Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Leo Valdez Headcanons (General) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Artemis/Apollo Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology) (POSTED)

Yandere Ladybug/Cat Noir Headcanons (Romantic) (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir) (POSTED)

Yandere Percy Jackson w/Another Child of Poseidon Headcanons (Platonic) (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Jennie w/Unwilling Male!Reader | Imagine (BLACKPINK)

Yandere Grover Underwood w/A Careless!Child | Imagine (Percy Jackson)

Yandere Julius Caesar Headcanons (General) (Historical Characters) (POSTED)

Yandere Wednesday Addams Headcanons (General) (Wednesday)

Yandere Tyler Galpin Headcanons (General) (Wednesday)

Yandere Rosé Headcanons (General) (BLACKPINK)

Yandere Xavier Thorpe w/Innocent!Reader Headcanons (General) (Wednesday) (POSTED)

Yandere Greek Heroes (Male) - Profile (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Thanatos Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

Yan!Mom Hera w/Yandere Apollo Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Damon Salvatore Headcanons (Romantic + NSFW) (The Vampire Diaries) (POSTED)

Yandere Artemis Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Egyptian Gods - Profile (Egyptian Mythology)

Yandere Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons (General) (Lucifer)

Yandere Morpheus/Sandman Headcanons (General) (The Sandman) (POSTED)

Yandere Helen of Troy Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons (The Sandman)

Yandere Maze Runner Boy's Headcanons (Romantic) (Maze Runner)

Yandere Winchester Family Headcanons (Platonic) (Supernatural)

Yandere Jamie Fraser Headcanons (General) (Outlander) (POSTED)

Yandere House Lannister Headcanons (Platonic) (Game of Thrones) (POSTED)

Yandere Hades/Persephone Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Athena Headcanons (Romantic) (Greek Mythology)

Yandere Hermes Headcanons (General) (Greek Mythology)

~ Lady L

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demigod trials: icarus falls | three

synopsis: you met jungkook at camp half-blood when you were 10 years old. since then, your fates have been infinitely intertwined.

word count: 7k

pairing: son of ares!jungkook x daughter of hephaestus!reader

genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, childhood friends to lovers, exes to lovers , enemies to lovers, jungkook is sooo in love

warnings: multiple mentions of deaths, dangerous quests, QUESTS TO TARTARUS, violence, killing, monsters, ANGST, this chapter is fluffy tho, nct mark as a son of hephaestus, enhypen jungwon as son of ares, broken friendships

demigod trials masterlist

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter 3.5 | chapter four

With a gulp, Jennie addresses the assembly through the microphone. “Hades, my father, has lost his reign over the Underworld. The primordial god Tartarus has plunged the Underworld into chaos and is plotting to ascend to the surface, aiming to annihilate both demigods and gods.”

Every single eye in the room flickers towards you and Jungkook.

At that moment, incomprehensible dread permeates your system. Like a broken cassette player, memories of your little vacation to Tartarus rewind in your head: drinking from the river of fire, the child eating demon Lamia, Damasen the friendly giant, and so much sheer terror you wouldn’t have survived without Jungkook’s protection.

However, the anxiety, the dread- it’s bearable.

Your window of tolerance has extended to Mount Olympus after narrowly escaping the clutches of death multiple times.

“So what?” Jungkook responds, “You gathered the whole assembly here to announce that you’re sacrificing Y/N and I? A heads up would’ve been nice,” His features are hardened, and the glare he sends Mina and Mingyu, the Praetors of the Roman Legion, is terrifying, resembling his father Ares.

“Jungkook,” Mina seethes, “Do you know how many people live here in Camp Jupiter? There are thousands of children, elderly, and innocent people who live on these grounds. We must publicize the threat and ensure that it is taken care of, for the safety of the camp.”

“And how do you think Camp Half-Blood will feel?” Namjoon intervenes, “You think they’re going to be happy that you sacrificed two of their head counselors? I guarantee you. You don’t want to fuck with us.”

Mina narrows her eyes at Namjoon. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning,” Taehyung immediately steps in, rigidly serious aura clouding his eyes, “We’re not letting you touch Y/N or Jungkook. Camp Half-Blood will go to war over this.”

“Okay everyone chill,” Mingyu arbitrates, his booming voice echoing off the walls, “If there’s a way we can resolve this without sacrificing Y/N and Jungkook, we’ll take that way. 1000%. That’s why we’ve gathered: to discuss.”

Eunwoo, son of the Roman god Mars, clears his throat. “My wife is pregnant. We need to do everything we can to negate this threat. Look, I’m not comfortable putting lives on the line so what about evacuation? We can evacuate the entire city and rebuild somewhere else.”

“No,” Jennie cuts in, a tremor running through her body. “He’ll follow us- wherever we go- he’ll ascend to the surface and kill us all.”

Mina tilts her head, “Any other ideas?”

“Oh fuck you,” Rose scoffs, “You’ve lost yourself. Completely. Being Praetor doesn’t mean rejecting all your morals. You called an entire assembly here to announce you were going to kill two of your best friends? You sure Venus is your parent and not Narcissus?” Rose cocks her head to the left, raising her eyebrows in anticipation for Mina’s response.

“You-”

Mina doesn’t get a word in because Jennie’s body falls onto the concrete with a thud. Immediately, her eyes and mouth emit a red glow. The glow rapidly intensifies, transforming into a blazing red glow from her eyes and mouth.

Like a possessed spirit she ascends into the air and to middle of the Senate House. Her mouth begins to move, and Tartarus himself begins speaking through Jennie.

“Demigods, behold," the resounding voice sends shivers down your spine.

"I have at last arisen from my slumber, seizing dominion over the Underworld," an ominous cackle reverberates through the walls. "The offspring of Hades have been severely weakened, now feeble and enfeebled. You are next. Offer the children of Ares and Hephaestus, who dared encroach upon my realm, as sacrifices, and I shall spare your lives, permitting you to become my slaves after I claim dominion over the world. Refuse, and face your demise."

The red glow disappears from Jennie’s face and she plummets back to the ground before Mingyu catches her.

Mina’s features harden. “Jungkook, Y/N! You have the rest of the day to bid goodbye to your families and friends. At midnight, we will personally arrest you to prepare a sacrifice to Tartarus. That is the best we can do for now. Meeting dismissed!” She roars, before marching out the Senate House.

Mingyu shoots you an empathetic look before following Mina’s lead.

Annd to think, you didn’t get one word in before it was decided that you were to be thrown on the altar as a sacrifice.

Immediately proceeding the meeting, you take the portal from Camp Jupiter to Camp Half-Blood.

You, Taehyung, Namjoon, Rose, and Jungkook skirt through the sides of strawberry fields, past the pegasi stables, until you reach the cabins. The sun sets beyond the horizon and the sky is arrayed with hues of purple, orange, and pink.

Your fingers are intertwined with Rose’s, and she is seething in disdain over Mina’s behavior. You’re the one who wields fire manipulation, but you’re a little scared she’ll burst into flames.

“Gods, when did she turn into such a bitch?” Rose seethes, squeezing your hand hard enough for your bones to crack.

“Rosie, it’s okay,” you offer, “I died once. Who cares if I die again, right?”

At that, the three men in front of you stop in their tracks, whirling around to blink at you incredulously.

“Y/N, you’re not funny,” Taehyung frowns.

“I’m not trying to be funny,” you deadpan in return, “Isn’t it true? It’s not like I’m going to the Fields of Punishment. I’ll be in Elysium and we’ll eventually reunite there-“

“Okay,” Jungkook intervenes, “Then kill yourself right now.”

“What-“

“If your life doesn’t matter, then kill yourself right now,” Jungkook repeats, unsheathing his Celestial Bronze knife- the very knife you forged when you were ten- before offering it to you.

You remain still, and Jungkook re-sheathes his knife. “Exactly.” His voice is stern, but delicately infused with the right amount of warmth. “Y/N, there are people who love you. There are people who need you here, so don’t take your life so lightly. Okay?” His features soften and he turns back around, “Now let’s head to the Hades cabin.”

Jungkook surges forward and Rosie has to tug you in his direction to get your feet moving.

She side eyes you, verbal communication not necessary when her eyes tell all, full of pure skepticism. You shake your head, following Jungkook’s lead towards the Hades cabin.

Upon arrival, Namjoon knocks on the door to no avail. The Hades cabin has an eerie and somber appearance, constructed completely from dark stone. Skulls adorn the door frame, and an even larger skull embellishes the cabin above the entrance.

After its initial construction, the cabin’s somber presence sent chills down your spine. Now, everyone seems largely unfazed as Namjoon persistently bangs on the entrance, impervious to its eerie aura.

“Okay, fuck it,” Namjoon grumbles before kicking down the door. You and Rosie yelp, flinching at the thud before entering the cabin.

To your surprise, an eerie emptiness greets you — not a single soul is there.

The cabin’s interior directly mirrors its exterior. It’s characterized by dim lighting, dark décor, and symbols associated with the Underworld.

While the Hades cabin is one of the least populated cabins in Camp Half-Blood, it’s unusual for none of the members to be present.

The five of you conduct a thorough investigation of the cabin, flipping over mattresses, looking under shelves- just to realize that there are no traces of anybody ever living in it. It’s like a ghost cabin.

You repeat the process with the 18+ Hades cabin to no avail. Both cabins are completely inhabited.

Taehyung settles on one of the mattresses and rests his head in his hands. “Fuck guys- these are kids we’re talking about- where did they go?”

As far as you know, there are only six kids in the Hades cabin: two in the 18+ cabin and four in the cabin for minors. Jennie and Soobin are the only adults, whereas Hyein, Ni-ki, Danielle, and Ricky inhabit the cabin for minors.

Tartarus said it himself: “The offspring of Hades have been severely weakened, now feeble and enfeebled”

Where could they possibly be? Without a shred of doubt, you know that there must be a quest: a quest to locate the children of Hades. Jennie’s current state- deteriorating weakness that rendered her unable to stand or exist without exasperating herself- was already a bad sign.

It hurts to think about what may have happened to the others.

The five of you exchange ominous looks before breaking to the Big House to discuss the present situation with Chiron.

“Chiron,” Taehyung cuts in, “Mina and Mingyu didn’t have any qualms about sacrificing Y/N and Jungkook. I think that’s enough to cut ties.”

You shrug, “I don’t know. Mingyu looked like he kinda felt bad.”

All eyes in the room flicker towards you incredulously. “Y/N. This is serious,” Namjoon scolds. “We lost you once and we’re not about to lose you again. Chiron, we must employ every defense mechanism to keep Y/N and Jungkook safe,” he implores.

“What matters more is finding those kids!” Rose interrupts, “How old is Hyein? She’s like 13. It’s our responsibility as older demigods to look out for them. We have to do whatever we can to find them.”

“Even if that means sacrificing Y/N and Jungkook?” Taehyung questions, “We have to find the sweet spot: saving the kids, preserving Camp Jupiter, and keeping Jungkook and Y/N safe,” he enunciates.

“Which is why we need to employ defense mechanisms,” Namjoon argues, “to at least buy us time so we can figure out where the Hades kids are. Then we can spring into action.”

“But that’ll just lead us to war,” you argue, “For the first time in a millenia, the Greeks and Romans have peaceful relations. We can’t do anything to jeopardize that-”

“Yea, well I care about you more,” Taehyung intercedes, “I care about you more than the Romans and more than the Hades kids, so I choose you. Fuck everybody else,” he shrugs, and you meet eyes with Namjoon, turning red at Taehyung’s words.

Greek heroes were known to have fatal flaws: a fundamental imperfection , vulnerability, or moral weakness that, despite the hero’s strength, ultimately contributed to their tragic fate. Jungkook already confessed to you that his fatal flaw is love.

With Taehyung, you already knew. His fatal flaw is his blind loyalty to his friends. He’d watch the world burn if it meant keeping his friends safe.

“While the chivalry is appreciated,” Chiron adds, “It is imperative to do the right thing, objectively. Ask yourself, is it moral to declare war on the Romans? Is it moral to abandon the children of Hades? Is it moral to sacrifice Y/N and Jungkook? Child of Apollo, what do you think? You are of Roman descent and are able to offer a unique perspective.”

All eyes flicker towards Rose, who accepts the challenge. “We can’t declare war on the Romans,” she argues, “Y/N is right. We all know what happens when Greeks and Romans go to war. People will die and the world will probably go up in flames. But that doesn’t mean we can’t trick the Romans,” a mischievous smile creeps onto her face and she bites her lip.

Jungkook speaks up. “I have a plan.”

You tilt your head at Jungkook. His features are hardened- rigidly serious at the prospect of what could be going on.

His brows are furrowed in angry little Nike swooshes and all you wanna do is run your thumb over his brow to ease its arch.

He turns his head to you, his right hand man, and his features soften, like he’s signaling to you that everything will be okay.

WIth a deep breath, he explains the plan definitively. The way he speaks, the way he commands the attention and obedience of everyone in the room makes it seem like you don’t have a choice but to follow this plan.

At that moment, Jungkook’s little brother Jungwon and your little brother Mark step into the Big House.

Within the past year, Jungwon seems to have skyrocketed in height. He looks so big, for lack of a better word- nearly the same stature and height as Jungkook.

Mark grins at you, his cute features beaming with a sense of readiness- to accept any and every challenge. “Hey sis, welcome back. How was Olympus?”

He envelopes you in a hug, and as happy as you are to see your brother, you can’t help but eye him with a hint of skepticism.

Suddenly you connect the dots and your face falls. “No,” you express grimly.

“Yes,” Jungwon cheekily responds, throwing an arm around you.

The kid is lightyears taller than you now, and you hate it.

What Jungkook proposed- you also hate it. It’s the worst plan in the history of the universe and you want to sew his pretty lips shut so he’ll never speak again.

Jungkook’s plan involves offering a sacrifice to Tartarus- and it won’t be either you or Jungkook.

He professes to sacrifice decoys- and at first you’re on board because you’re confident that you can engineer mechanical versions of yourselves- but when Mark and Jungwon make their entrance, the gears in your brain begin churning.

“Does it make sense for us to send our siblings as sacrifices? We ourselves might as well go to Tartarus. What difference does it make?” you argue, frowning deeply and glaring spathas into Jungkook’s face.

When it comes to you, Jungkook’s mind always automatically masks your anger in a dewy haze. All he sees is a pretty girl pouting at him, and he has to choke a smirk back so you don’t actually stab him with a spatha.

Jungwon smirks, “It makes all the difference. We all know that you and my brother are the best duo Camp Half-Blood’s seen. We need you to figure shit out while Mark and I distract Tartarus.”

Your jaw drops. There was no way the sweet, kind, polite Jungwon just cursed in front of Chiron.

You whip your head towards Mark. “I don’t feel comfortable with that,” you state, “I’m not sacrificing my little brother so I can be free. That’s pure cowardice.”

Mark shakes his head.

“It’s not,” he declares, “I wouldn’t be willing to sacrifice myself like this if I wasn’t capable of being a good distraction.”

With that, he fishes for something in his pocket before pulling out a remote. He presses a bright red button, causing mechanical wings to erect from his backpack as Mark starts flying around the Big House.

“See? I’m a pretty good distraction! And I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve!” he grins.

Jungwon points to a flying Mark before shrugging smugly. “So Y/N, what do you think?”

“Guys, this isn’t a fucking joke,” you scold, turning more rigid by the second. “Tartarus.. it’s a horrifying place. And quite frankly, I don’t think either of you are capable of surviving his domain.”

Mark lands on the ground next to Jungwon, expression now shrouded with concern.

“Y/N,” Mark argues, “We’re prepared,” he claims.

“Since you came back from the dead- like Jesus or something- I’ve been studying your journals on Tartarus, and Y/N, we’re prepared. Jungwon is the strongest warrior of our generation- he and I are a good team. We can do it,” he finishes his declaration with a sweet smile, but you still shake your head.

“Y/N, what did you say to me when you first handed me this sword?” Jungwon asks, partially unsheathing Cataclysm. “You said I was the only demigod from my generation you deemed capable of wielding an enchanted weapon- and didn’t I prove myself? I soul linked with my weapon in days and slaughtered so many giants with this baby,” he animatedly offers, patting the scabbard of his sword.

You soften a bit but still shake your head.

“I just- look- I-” you trail off, rubbing your bicep as you shift your gaze apprehensively, “I strongly believe that Jungkook and I only survived Tartarus for a single reason,” you inhale deeply, momentarily shifting your gaze towards Jungkook who is observing you with furrowed brows. You inhale. “Love.”

“If he didn’t love me or if I didn’t love him, I really don’t think we would have made it,” you elaborate, “I mean- Tartarus sucks the soul out of you.”

You redirect your gaze towards Jungkook, whose jaw is clenched whilst he leans against the ping pong table. “Jungkook… what do you think?”

Your declaration is bold, and you can’t help but think you might be crossing the line- but it’s true. Simply being in Tartarus drains one’s celestial energy, and the only reason you and Jungkook survived was because you desperately wanted the other to live.

“You’re right,” he offers, lifting his gaze from the ground. “But that’s the thing: we were the first to do it and now we can share our knowledge with the next generation- so they can do it without love,” he explains, motioning towards Mark and Jungon.

“You and I, we need to figure things out above Tartarus. And we can only do that with love,” he smiles, and it sparks a flint hope within your system. You soften infinitely at his proclamation.

He looks at you with soft eyes, their warmth mirrored in the tender curve of his lips. In that moment, it feels as if the fates have conspired to weave this moment into their tapestries. The outside seems to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

“Besides,” Taehyung cuts in, “It’s not like these two don’t have a bromance going on, right?” At that, Jungwon and Mark fist bump each other.

Namjoon intervenes, pushing up his glasses. “Y/N, this plan makes sense. Jungwon and Jungkook emit the same energy. So do you and Mark. We can fool Tartarus with this,” he claims.

“I just- I don’t know I feel comfortable with sending my little brothers down there,” you sigh, rubbing your biceps like you can still feel Cheimarrhus’s frigid winds freezing you to the death..

“Oh? Am I a little brother too?” Jungwon teases, pulling you in for a side hug.

“We’ll be alright, sis. We can handle it. Just worry about figuring out how we’re going to kill another primordial god,” Mark offers, tweaking with the little remote in his hands.

Jungwon and Mark are like sunshine, and suddenly you’re warm.

“Okay.. fine,” you acquiesce “But that doesn’t mean that suddenly you look exactly like me,” you point out, “I mean- Jungkook and Jungwon look kinda similar, but Mina will know that it’s clearly not me,” you state, gesturing towards Mark.

Rose smiles, stepping in. Between her palms, specks of magical energy whirl from her fingertips, emitting a celestial pink glow.

So as it turns out, Rose has developed the ability to alter the Mist.

Mist is a magical veil that conceals the true nature of the world from mortal eyes. It is a form of magical manipulation that alters the perception of regular humans, making them see things differently from what they truly are.

A minotaur wreaking havoc downtown? The mortals will see a wild giraffe on the loose.

That’s the power of the Mist- and sometimes, if the wielder is powerful enough, it can coerce gods and demigods into perceiving illusions rather than reality.

And that’s what exactly Rose does. With a snap of her fingers, Mark and Jungwon turn into identical replications of you and Jungkook, perfectly resembling your features, statures, and movements.

The transformation is uncanny, making it nearly impossible to distinguish Mark and Jungwon from you and Jungkook

“Hi?” Mark giggles (mocking you), twirling a strand of hair around his pointer finger.

You blink at your brother Mark, who looks and sounds exactly like you. It’s like looking in a mirror.

Taehyung shakes his head. “No, you gotta do more of a-“ He pouts his lips into a duck face, theatrically tucking a strand of hair behind his hair.

You smack his arm before you hear Jugkook’s voice.

“That’s fucking crazy,” Jungkook murmurs in awe.

Jungwon and Jungkook stand side by side, and it’s like there’s a pair of identical twins standing together.

“Okay, now practice trying to be them,” Rose muses, and after a brief moment of silence, Mark and Jungwon pull out all the acting cards.

“Oh, Jungkook, kiss me!” Mark mocks in a high pitched voice (which wasn’t necessary because he already adopted your voice), facing Jungwon and jumping on him.

“Oh Y/N!” Jungwon mocks back, making his voice obnoxiously deep and baritone. “I still love you! I’m just too emotionally constipated to express my feelings!”

After pretending to make out with each other, Mark (you) pulls himself from Jungwon (Jungkook). He clears his throat.

“And scene.”

“That was perfect!” Rose squeals, clapping her hands as she jumps up and down in excitement.

Jungkook smiles to himself, shaking his head in disbelief while he rubs his palms over his face- but you certainly don’t miss the way his ears turn red.

You feel the same way, unable to control the crimson spreading through your cheeks.

After establishing that Mark and Jungwon would be sacrificed to Tartarus as decoys, you gather everyone at the 18+ Hephaestus cabin for further preparations.

As the cabin doors gracefully slide open, Mark steps inside, greeted by the hum of machinery. The automated system, recognizing him through a full-body scan, seamlessly grants access to the demigod.

The Hephaestus cabin is reminiscent of a palace, where celestial bronze embellishes every architectural detail, providing extra protection against monsters.Each room is the epitome of celestial innovation, featuring amenities catering to yours and Mark’s individual preferences.

The training arena, for example, has a chamber of fire, adjustable at temperatures above 300 degrees.

You sometimes just sit in there and build up your immunity to heat. It’s like your personal sauna.

You and your friends whiz past the lounge/entertainment area, which is equipped with the comfiest red sofa that can morph into a loveseat, lounge chair, or bed.

With a scan of your finger, a 127-inch flat screen TV can unfold from the walls, running entirely on celestial wi-fi.If you or Mark weren’t in the mood to watch TV, the holographic displays can project immersive gaming environments that respond to the player’s movements and actions.

Your robot on wheels, Reginald, whirs past your friends, holding champagne and water on a tray.

Taehyung and Namjoon stare at Reginald in awe, eyes following him as he rolls around and occasionally tidies up the cabin.

“Would you care for a drink?” Reginald asks, to which Jungkook (Jungwon), attempts to grab a glass of champagne.

You swat his hand. “Jungwon! You’re not of age.”

“How’d you know it was me and not Jungkook?” Jungwon questions in return.

You purse your lips, not answering his question. You know Jungkook so well that you can just tell- but some things don’t need to be verbally expressed.

“So when I asked for a pool in my cabin, you bitched about it for weeks-“ Taehyung begins.

Namjoon continues looking around the cabin. “Gods, this is crazy. Leave it to you guys to make your two-person cabin the most luxurious in camp.”

Mark shrugs, “It’s what we deserve after building all your cabins.”

It’s so weird watching Mark talk. He looks and talks exactly like you. A smile graces your lips as you walk past the arcade room, moving on to scan your finger on a fingerprint sensor.

The bookshelf rotates 180 degrees, unveiling an elevator as it completes a full 360-degree turn.

"Come on in, everyone," you invite, pressing the down button on the elevator.

As the elevator descends, the sound of muzak plays through space. Namjoon shoots you a glance that seems to question the necessity of the muzak. You shrug.

The elevator doors part, revealing Bunker 9, a secretive location known only to you and Mark.

Upon entry, dim lighting unveils a colossal workshop adorned with celestial bronze schematics and intricate blueprints. Automated crafting stations hum with activity, surrounded by shelves of rare materials and celestial artifacts.

Holographic displays flicker to life, projecting encrypted messages and strategic maps. The bunker features a secure communication hub, allowing demigods to coordinate covert missions and exchange vital information without detection.

“Welcome to Bunker 9,” Mark muses.

“Gods,” Rose expresses with awe, “Do you guys even need all this space? This place is huge.”

Mark shrugs, “Yea, but here’s where we do all our top secret Hephaestus kid work. We need space.”

From the end of the bunker, a mechanical murmur fills the air.

"Pulchra!" you exclaim joyfully, hurrying over to affectionately nuzzle your forehead against your mechanical dragon. She responds with a comforting purr, clearly missing you during your year on Mount Olympus.

Jungkook joins in, offering the dragon a warm hug as she continues to purr and emit contented mewls. “How’ve you been girl?” Jungkook teases, to which Pulchra mewls affectionately.

Namjoon toys with a gaming controller directly connected to a holographic display of Camp Half-Blood. Mark approaches him from behind.

"This," Mark explains, "controls a simulation for various emergency scenarios. Chimera attacks, minotaur invasions, even war with a god— it replicates the emergency plans we'd need to implement."

As Namjoon maneuvers the controller, the holographic display responds in real-time, projecting dynamic scenarios that demand strategic thinking and swift decision-making. “You guys should have called me down here years ago,” he expresses, “We could have accomplished so much together.”

In the lull that follows, you delve into an industrial cabinet, rummaging for something before retrieving two rings.

Hurrying to join the rest of the crew, you share, "These rings are equipped with sensors— not ordinary ones. They use a new prototype technology Mark and I are working on,” you exchange a somewhat embarrassed glance with Mark before continuing.

“We call it WhisperTech. They'll capture every sound in your vicinity and transmit it to us in text format. The rings use a discreet audio-sensing system that captures and transmits environmental sounds in text form while monitoring physiological indicators such as heart rate and nerve levels. Make sure to keep them on."

You slide the rings onto the fingers of Mark and Jungwon.

“Let’s test it out,” Mark suggests.

On the holographic display in front of you, Mark’s dialogue appears on the screen.

Mark:

Let's try it out.

Biometric Analysis:

Heart Rate: 78 bpm

Mood: Eager

Thoughts: “I’m hungry”

Stress Levels: Low

Location Data:

Current Location: Bunker 9

Longitude: 155.789° E

Latitude: 36.432° N

Environmental Analysis:

Ambient Temperature: 22°C

Oxygen Levels: Normal

Light Intensity: Dim

Activity Insights:

System Status:WhisperSyncRings: Online

Connectivity: Stable

Encryption Level: Secure

Recommendations:

Continue monitoring for real-time data.

Encourage interaction to gauge response.

Await further commands or inquiries.

“Holy Hera,” Jungkook muses, “There’s no way- so this thing can read someone’s mind?”

On cue, the ring catches onto the dialogue and updates in real time

Jungkook: Holy Hera! There's no way—so this thing can read someone's mind!

Mark's Thoughts: I'm hungry

Biometric Analysis:

Heart Rate: 82 bpm

Moods: Intrigued

Thoughts: Curious about the technology

Stress Levels: Moderate

Location Data:

Current Location: Bunker 9

Longitude: 155.789° E

Latitude: 36.432° N

Environmental Analysis:

Ambient Temperature: 22°C

Oxygen Levels: Normal

Light Intensity: Dim

Activity Insights:

Recent Movement: Stationary (within Bunker 9)

System Status:

WhisperSync Rings: Online

Connectivity: Stable

Encryption Level: Secure

Recommendations:

Continue monitoring for real-time data.

Address Mark's hunger to maintain optimal conditions.

Anticipate further inquiries or commands.

Namjoon tilts his head. “I wonder what the location data will read from Tartarus.”

“As long as I’ve programmed it right, it should read Tartarus as the location. I’m not sure about longitude and latitude, though.”

Taehyung reads the screen. “Address Mark’s hunger to maintain optimal conditions- that’s funny,” he laughs, to which you nod.

“See? The rings will be helpful. We’ll know everything that’s going on, and if something happens, we’ll run in after you,” you exclaim.

Jungwon cocks his head, somewhat unsure. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you guys knowing my thoughts all the time.”

“Yea,” Namjoon concurs, “but what if you guys are in a situation where you can’t speak or talk? We need to know what’s going on somehow.”

“Swear we won’t tell anyone all your little secrets,” Taehyung jokes.

Rose places a comforting hand on Jungwon’s shoulder and you nod your head, “I swear we won’t pry into your personal life. I can design an algorithm to immediately delete all your personal thoughts and keep records of thoughts related to the quest,.”

Jungwon seems more assured. “If it’s for the mission, it’s fine. It’s not like I have any explicit thoughts anyway.”

You meet eyes with Jungwon, and you kinda wish that you didn’t because he seems unreasonably paranoid.

“Y/N, make an extra one for me,” Taehyung asserts, “If I ever get married I’m gonna put one on my wife’s finger to make sure she’s not thinking about any other men.”

Namjoon scoffs amusedly at that, “I’ll be praying for her in advance.”

You pout at Taehyung and give him an oh so platonic pat on the back. “You’ll find her soon.”

Taehyung smiles. “Thanks inferno princess,” he teases, using Jungkook’s nickname for you, “Just make sure you take of your inferno prince for me.”

Jungkook lifts his head and wraps an arm around you, giving you a side squeeze. “Yea inferno princess, take care of me.”

After bidding goodbye to your friends at the portal to Camp Jupiter, Jungkook suggests that you indulge in something you both rarely have time to do: sleep.

The anxiety of sending Mark and Jungwon as your decoys is killing you, and you can’t help but to pace around Bunker 9 while Jungkook blinks at you from the sofa.

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he offers but you shake your head in disbelief.

The dim lighting of the bunker shines eerily above you, and you don’t even realize where you’re going until you walk right into an industrial filing cabinet.

“Ow!” you yelp, to which Jungkook sighs.

He gets up from his seat on the couch and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Inferno princess, calm down. Everything will be fine. Just look at the screen,” he offers, pointing to the holographic display project Mark and Jungwon’s thoughts.

Taehyung: I’m thinking of going for a swim after they sacrifice you two.

Mark: Gee, thanks. That’s super comforting

Mark’s thoughts: I need to pee

“See?” Jungkook offers, “There’s nothing wrong. The kid needs to take a piss is all.”

You laugh, your shoulders relaxing a bit as you wrap your palms around Jungkook’s wrists. You stand there for a moment, reveling in the safety of Jungkook’s embrace.

Jungkook is your calm before the storm. He’s always there before you go on a potentially life ending quest , comforting you to reassure you that things will be okay.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” he whispers into your ear.

“Don’t know. ‘s been a while,” you mutter.

“Think you need to rest first. A nice long ten hours of rest before we do anything else,” he offers.

You hate the prospect of sleeping while your little brothers plummet into Tartarus because of you, but Jungkook’s right. You’re exhausted.

You wiggle out of his embrace and face him, placing your hands on his shoulders. Your eyes glaze over his face before you impulsively ask him a question. His eyes, nose, mouth- there’s a scar on his left cheek acquired during the two years where you were dead. You never had the chance to ask him what happened.

It’s been six years since your fiery dalliance, and the flame of your affections refuses to be extinguished.

You purse your lips.

“Jungkook, what are we?” you ask, features morphing into confusion as your eyes scan over his face.

He looks taken aback at that revelation. His pretty brown eyes widen, coupled with a slight parting of his lips. He doesn’t say anything so you take the chance to elaborate.

“Why are you wrapping your arms around me? Why are you entertaining our friends’ teasing? Are we- are we back again?”

A fleeting pause ensues- like a suspension in time- before he gathers his thoughts to respond.

“Y/N, you know how I feel about you,” is all he says, and his voice wraps around you like a familiar embrace, offering a comfort that no other sound can match. It's so familiar, and the sweetest things he says to you create a flutter of butterflies in your chest.

Warmth spreads through your veins and you suddenly feel like Icarus- the same Icarus who got high on the intoxication of flying and flew too close to the sun, plummeting to his demise when the sun’s rays melted the glue on his feathers.

Jungkook’s kinda like the sun. Last time you flew too close, you literally died.

Luckily, you’re immune to fire.

Jungkook continues, toying with his lip ring. “I’ve been holding back all this time, y’know. But if we’re going to die, do I really have to hold back? I want to be with you, Y/N.”

You face crumbles into disappointment before you actually laugh at the irony. The fates are cruel. “So is that how our stories go? We only get together when facing impending death?”

Jungkook says nothing.

This time, you’ll take the initiative.

Your features morph into desperation. “Jungkook, if we survive this, marry me. If we get rid of Tartarus for good and everything is okay, marry me. I’m sick of pretending that this isn’t real, like I don’t still love you. I want you, and I want you forever.”

Jungkook says nothing, just presses his lips against yours for a sweet and brief kiss- the first kiss you’ve shared since you were 19.

He withdraws, fingers playing with a bolt he had picked up from a nearby shelf. Then, lowering himself to one knee, he presents you with the bolt. “It’s whatever you want, inferno princess. Marry me.”

He slides the bolt on your ring finger before rising, strong arms around your waist before he kisses you again- for the second time in six years. You snake your arms around his neck, letting him take the lead as you literally have not kissed anyone since kissing Jungkook before you died.

In the trenches of your heart, you hate knowing that Jungkook has been with other people besides you. Nonetheless, you like letting him take the lead so you can be his pliant little inferno princess.

He pulls back a bit, his tattooed hand creeping up to smush your cheeks so your lips pout out. He laughs. “Gods, you’re cute. Now let’s get some rest, baby. We have more gods to kill.”

Finger intertwined and full of unnecessary giggles, Jungkook leads you to none other than the Hypnos cabin.

Hypnos is the god of sleep, a gentle and soothing presence in the realm of Greek mythology.He holds the unique responsibility of overseeing the tranquil moments when both gods and mortals find respite in the embrace of slumber.

Jungkook raps on the door several times, his fingers securely interlaced with yours as you both patiently wait.

No response.

Jungkook knocks again, and you can faintly hear the sounds of the locks turning before a very sleepy Sana opens the door.

Sana is the daughter of Hypnos and the head counselor of the Hypnos cabin. She rubs at her eyes, eyes barely open.

“Hello? Mommy?”

Jungkook purses his lips. “No Sana, it’s me and Y/N.”

At that, she forces one eye open. “Oh! Jungkook and Y/N! Long time no see! How was Olympus?” Though extremely groggy, she gets her words out before sleepily pulling you in for a hug.

You smile and return the hug. “It was great Sana. Is it okay if Jungkook and I come in to get some sleep?”

At that moment, a sudden surge of energy seems to rejuvenate Sana, and she perks up with newfound vitality. “Oh wow! You guys have never asked me to help you sleep! Come right in!”

You walk into the Hypnos cabin, where you’re greeted by two dozen more Hypnos kids dozing off in their beds.

Cabin #15 is often occupied by demigods with the ability to manipulate dreams and induce sleep. It’s a quiet place with dreamy, soothing colors.

The walls are adorned with calming murals depicting various dreamscapes. The beds are comfortable, and there’s a subtle scent of lavender in the air to enhance relaxation.

Sana leads you to a pair of guest beds before rumbling in a mini fridge for Hyponos’ Sleepy Milk. It’s a unique concoction made by the cabin members to help everyone relax and ease into a peaceful sleep.

She throws you and Jungkook baby bottles of milk. “This will put you right to sleep. I’m so happy you two finally came for a visit!”

“Thanks Sana,” Jungkook smiles, before trailing off, rubbing his bicep, “but could we actually share one larger bed?”

Sana beams at that. “Oh absolutely! There’s the couple’s suite down the hall and to the right. Does that finally mean you two are together?-“ Sana cuts herself off, collapsing onto a nearby bed and drifting into a deep sleep the moment her head hits the pillow.

You and Jungkook look at each other, shrugging before going down the hall and to the right where the couples suite resides.

The couples' suite in the Hypnos cabin has a more intimate setting within the tranquil atmosphere. The color scheme includes soft hues like lavender and indigo, creating a soothing and romantic ambiance.

The bed is larger and adorned with dream-themed decor, such as elegant drapes and dreamcatchers. Subtle lighting in the form of fairy lights and dim lamps add to the dreamy atmosphere.

A large, cozy white comforter adorns the bed, and Jungkook pulls it over, throwing his shirt off and at you.

It hits you in the face.

“Aren’t those jeans tight? Just take off your clothes and wear my shirt. It’ll be more comfortable that way,” he suggests, sliding into the bed.

You owlishly blink at Jungkook.

Gods, there’s no way this man is real and that he chose you.

Jungkook is the epitome of a Greek god. The lines of his eight-pack are so clearly defined, and you instinctively turn away, mentally and physically weak.

And Jungkook- the man has the audacity to laugh. “What, inferno princess? Never seen a shirtless man before?” A teasing lip graces his lips.

Your mood does a complete 180, and your features morph into pure petulance and displeasure.

“Just because you’re used to being naked around women doesn’t mean that I am,” you enunciate, pointing your finger in his face before you whirl around, blazing into the restroom.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, it’s not like that,” you hear Jungkook’s unserious voice reverberate through the wooden door.

You know it’s irrational to suddenly care about Jungkook’s activities after asking him to marry you- but peering into the mirror, you realize that your eyes are glossy.

It's not that Jungkook explicitly shared everything he was up to during your time apart; rather, you only became privy to the truth when Taehyung inadvertently spilled the beans during a drunken night.

His hookups, one night stands, friends with benefits- you’re aware of it all.

That evening, you joined in the laughter, feigning nonchalance. But an overwhelming sense of dread seeped into your system whenever the thought of Jungkook with another woman crossed your mind. It’s nearly unfathomable.

You hurriedly wipe your eyes, undressing yourself before sloppily throwing on Jungkook’s shirt.

You swing the door open to find Jungkook propped up on his elbow, lying on his side, patiently awaiting your return to bed. He raises his brows inquisitively at you. “Jealous, inferno princess?”

He’s such an ass.

You scoff at him, casually settling your left knee on the bed. “Jeon Jungkook, you’re a slut,” you seethe through your teeth.

Jungkook shrugs. “I’ve heard worse, now come lay with me, baby.”

Your features harden, and you stoically grab a pillow before placing it in between you and Jungkook.

Your father Hephaestus crafted an actual net to physically catch his wife Aphrodite and her lover in the act. Of course you’re petty enough to pull the makeshift pillow barrier move.

“Oh c’mon Y/N,” Jungkook scoffs in amusement.

You narrow your eyes at him, sliding under the covers and turning on your side with your back facing Jungkook.

Slyly, Jungkook removes the pillow barrier and closes in on you, enveloping you in his arms. He sighs into your hair.

“Since we were ten, you’ve owned me,” he confesses, “every part of me belongs to you. No other woman will ever compare.”

A heaviness settles in your heart. You and Jungkook have endured so much, suffered through so much. Jungkook has done well.

Sensing your body slightly tremble and hearing a sniffle, he tenderly cups your cheeks and gently cranes your head towards him. “Got it?” he confirms,a smile playing on his lips as he notices the tip of your nose turning pink.

You exhale, and he uses his large palms to force a nod out of you. “Got it,” you respond softly, “It’s just- I haven’t been with anybody but you. I guess it makes me insecure knowing how many women you’ve been with.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften, and his eyes become so clear that you can perceive your reflection in his irises. “That’s my fault, baby. I guess I did anything I could to fill the void,” he explains, “But being here with you, our first time- nothing compares.”

You pout, lifting your gaze towards him. “Do you mean it?”

He places a kiss on your nose. “I’ve been in love with you this entire time. Of course I mean it.”

You soften, fluttering your eyes shut as you revel in the feeling of Jungkook peppering kisses all over your face.

“See how natural it is with us?” he continues, “The gods made you for me.”

You pout, throwing your arm around his torso as he pulls you closer. He lets you rest your head on his bicep, and you look into his eyes.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel more secure with me, baby?” he offers with a kiss to your eyelid.

To Jungkook, it’s like your mind has gone blank, observing the contemplative pause as you search for an answer to his question.

“Hmmm… maybe just tell me you love me from time to time?” you suggest, to which Jungkook bursts into laughter at how adorable he thinks you are.

“Alright, I’ll do that,” he instantly agrees, entertaining your suggestions.

“What’s funny?” you ask, to which Jungkook dismisses it with a nonchalant wave.

He raises the arm that you're resting on, causing your head to gently nestle into the crook of his armpit. “Drink up,” he offers, placing the baby bottle of Hypnos Milk to your lips.

Pliantly, you sip on the bottle and seconds later, you’re out like a light.

That night, you don’t have any unusual dreams, granting you the best fourteen hours of sleep you've ever experienced. When you wake up, a sense of rejuvenation washes over you, but a quick scan of the room reveals that your man is not beside you. Your eyes rapidly dart around the room in search of his presence.

At that moment, Jungkook walks out of the restroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.

His eyes glaze over you, admiring how you look in his shirt, still beautiful with boogers in your eyes. He casually saunters over to you, extending a hand with an invitation card gracefully held between his fingers.

You are invited to our 2000th year anniversary party in Mount Olympus!

A +H

author’s note: aphrodite and hephaestus are a and h

ALSO TJE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A DRABBLE FOR EITHER jungwon x reader or mark x reader,

and the fourth chapter will be a son of poseidon!taehyung x reader 😌😌 jk and y/n’s story will resume in chapter five when they go to aphrodite and hephaestus’s anniversary party

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