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组. chapter one : nanami kento

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花 ‧₊˚ warnings/includes: mythology! au, mixed and inaccurate information about mythology, god! nanami, nymph! reader, pregnancy, fluff, angst, smut, fingering, piv sex, angst with a happy ending, mentions of death // wc: 4.8k

花 ‧₊˚ synopsis: it's unusual for a nymph to be fond of books and the quietness mostly because your kind is always associated with festivities and merriment. without meaning to, your oddity and wits attract a certain golden haired god who shares the same sentiments with you and whose heart lies within the pages of his books.

花 ‧₊˚ additional info:

⸙. The flower behind Kento is a lotus flower which symbolizes wisdom.

⸙. Yaketsuku, Kento's father in the series, is the equivalent of Zeus.

⸙. Naoya is a distant family of his, a deity that works closely to the realm of death, but he's mostly known as the god of misery, misfortune and grief.

⸙. Zoi, according to google, translates to the word life.

⸙. Kento is given the title Great Sage as the god of wisdom.

⸙. The pink highlighted dialogue is originally from The Lord of the Rings. (I love love love this series so much!)

⸙. We have multiple easter eggs here for the next chapters, by the way. 👀

Kento, despite his stoic front and uncaring facade, is fond of many things. He never thinks of anything or anyone to be less important than others unlike his fellow gods and goddesses who like to divide things: the great and the less. Where you lie between the two has never been a point of discussion. All they know and all he knows is that you have a special place in his heart that no one else can ever replace.

Sure, for others you were the odd one: the only nymph who showed so much interest in the words carved out in his books— but that's what made you exceptional in his eyes. Maybe for others you stick out like a sore thumb but for him, you were special. His special one.

Day and night he would seek you out, longing for the sweet caress of your voice as you read to him— only then he could lay his weary body for a good night's rest. It has become a routine that after you are finished with your day's labor, you would come to his temple either to entertain him with your newly acquired knowledge or simply to chat. He loves it when you talk, when you get lost in your own world and tell him about your day: of how you tended to the blooming flowers or how you whispered to the chilly air to be forgiving to humans and provide them warmth in the cold. You feel like home.

Of course, the other deities are not blind to the treatment you get from the god of wisdom compared to other nymphs. Words got around and Kento's father, the chief of the gods, wanted to see what it is about you that is so bewitching that you manage to thaw the seemingly frozen heart of his third born. Kento, after all, has been around for thousands of years but never seemed to show any interest with anyone.

"My father has called for a family gathering," Kento mentions to you in passing as he browses through his book while you efficiently put back the ones you've read back on to the shelves, "Whatever that means."

"Is that so, my lord? I'm hoping it's nothing to be perturbed about." He smiles at the sound of your voice, so melodious it's almost like a soft breeze of wind whipping past his ear pleasantly.

"He did not mention what it's for and I have not responded. I won't be going." He says, finally closing the book to look at you. His eyes are bright, golden and illuminated by the sun as he takes you inㅡ moving so light as if you were a feather as you walk around his study. You may not notice it but he has long abandoned his book to admire you.

"You say that but you always end up going anyway," you giggle, finally putting away the last of the books before turning on your heels to smile at him, "You must go, my lord. I'm sure it will be a very important gathering if your father has requested only for his immediate descendants to attend."

At this, the god grunts under his breath before crossing the space between you. Within a minute, he has you wrapped in his arms, body almost sagging at the comfort of your warmth and the welcoming heat of your body. "I only go because my brother would not get off my back once I leave him to deal with familial affairs. I once failed to attend and Satoru still brings it up in any opportunity he gets, and it's been a hundred years since."

You chuckle at his lament, rubbing his back in comfort as you hug him closer to you. The erratic beats of your heart banging against your chest is so wild, your head is almost spinning at his homely scent: faint smell of book pages, laden with a hint of cinnamon and fresh summer breeze. He's intoxicating.

You're quickly rid of your hazy thoughts as a loud knock erupts from the barely closed door of the study. Mop of white locks and a pair of azure eyes peeks a little as a teasing grin plays on the lips of the intruder. "Getting quite comfortable there, I see."

"What are you doing here?" Kento detaches himself from you but not before pressing a light kiss on your forehead, a little flustered that his older brother found him in such an intimate moment.

"I'm here to get you so we can go together." Satoru, god of the sun: bringer of light, eldest son and heir to the throne. "I don't really want to deal with all the nagging from father and the rest alone so…"

You and Kento share a quick goodbye as he is whisked away by his brother, arm in arm (much to his annoyance). You hear Satoru's voice from the end of the hall addressing you by saying: "Apologies, pretty! I'll return him within two to three business days!"

As someone who prefers peace and quiet, Kento never liked assemblies, whether its attendees were his family or not. It doesn't help that there are twelve of them: three are his siblings all born from different wombs, their father, and the rest, he never bothered to know due to their complicated family treeㅡ with each of them having different views. Of course, he doesn't mind that they all differ from how they see things but he dreads the unwarranted opinions about his life. Most times, they talk over each other, intimidation edging their voices as they shout to be heard and justified as if their inputs has any significance to himㅡ like it's their business when it's not. If anything, it only gives him an insurmountable amount of headache to last for eternity. No matter, it's not like he bothers to consider their prying to start with. Much like his eldest brother, Satoru, he learned to listen with one ear and out with the other.

This time though, the very subject of said assembly bothered him.

Sooner or later, he knew that your relationship with each other would be questioned by the others but he didn't expect it to be right there in front of his closest kin— the subject at hand brought to the table by his own father. Yaketsuku is not one to meddle with his children's affairs that often so for him to bring it up is something significant to the entire court. Although Kento still wonders as to how it would even concern the rest.

It's been a day and the Great Sage's ire still grows at the reminder of what went down during the gathering. He could remember the indignant tone of his father as he was lectured about nymphs and how they would all perish one day as if he didn't know that already. Naoya even had the nerve to shame him for seeing you because to him, you are nothing but a lower divinityㅡ not that it ever mattered to your lover anyway.

"What's the reason behind all this stiffness, my lord?" Your playful voice sounds like pleasant ringing bells to his ears. The lithe touch of your hands on his shoulders immediately relaxes the tensioned muscles in his body.

With a growing smile to his lips, he looks at you over his shoulder. Although his face looks dimmer than it usually is, the bright freckles in his eyes shine the more he gazes at you. "It's nothing."

He brings you to stand in front of him before bringing your hands up to his lips, pressing kisses to each pad of your fingers. "I've missed you today."

You don't have to wait for another prompt to return his kiss, this time you're the one blessing him with such tender love, placed on his lips, next to his cheeks, then down to the exposed part of his neck— light, playful and yearning.

He brings his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he walks the both of you towards his bed. In each step, you can feel his desire growing to be one with you, to feel every inch of your skin until he's engraved in your soul. He's gentle when he sits you down on the bed with him kneeling between your parted legs, his wandering hands warm against the expanse of your thighs. "Let me show how much I've longed for you."

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You giggle at his words despite the heat on your cheeks. "We've only been away from each other for a day, Kento."

He ignores your quip but with a chuckle as he gracefully rids you off of your gown, meticulous in the way he undresses you before him. "If only you could see how mesmerizing you are," He whispers, admiring your ample bosom before diving in and taking one of your pert nipples in his mouth, never breaking eye-contact with you.

The warmth of his mouth makes you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure as he tugs on your nub with his teeth and then soothing it right after with his skillful tongue. "Oh… my lord!"

He smiles against your skin, proud to have you like you are now. His hands get busy when he pulls your thighs apart wider, gliding in between and towards your heated core. One single flick of his finger on your clit is enough to have you squirming, and he continues to rub on it in tight little circles.

"Please, more. Ken— Kento, more!" He's a great lover, especially when he gives in to your demand by sinking one long finger inside you, curling upwards before getting followed by another. He's not gentle with how he's maneuvering his hand all the while lapping up at your nipples alternately (he knows you don't mind) because he's determined to make you feel good.

White hot pleasure surges within you until you peak, gasping and writhing in his grasp as you bask in the feeling. Kento helps you come back down, pressing reassuring kisses to your collarbones and leaving marks in his wake.

"Beautiful." He whispers next to your ear, loving the way you caress his wide shoulders. He can feel your desperation when you tug his golden robes out of your way, wanting to feel more of him. He doesn't disappoint when he steps out of his own clothes, blessing you with the sight of his sculpted chest and toned stomach— fitting for a god such as himself.

"Let me love on you." He says all the while fitting himself between your legs, the smile on his lips ever present as he admires your flushed countenance. He doesn't have to wait long when you give him the affirmation— a simple nod of your head is enough to let him know.

The sound you let out is lusty and strident, when you feel Kento sliding into your warm cunt, inch by inch, and every vein on his manhood deliciously rubbing all up against your walls. You wrap your legs around his hips, easing him to bottom out until you're completely one.

"By the gods, you feel amazing…" He groans, a stutter to his words as you clench along his girth. One single move and the both of you are keening into each other's mouth, moaning the other's name.

With a shaky hand, you rub along the expanse of his back. Your words breathy and teetering on the edge of a whine. "Please… darling, move."

Ever the gracious lover, he doesn't hesitate to pull his hips back before thrusting back into your warmth, building a pace to reach both of your orgasms. Looking at him through your hazy gaze, there's nothing more majestic than he is— passionate and giving as he drives into you without fail.

He slots his lips against your own, kissing you with feral intent and dominating your mouth though the sounds of your lovemaking doesn't falter because if anything, it only gets louder. His thighs meeting the back of your own and the squelches your connected parts make is distinct in the air.

"Love you, oh I love you so." Kento claims once he's had enough of your lips before attacking your neck and the skin of your chest with kisses, nipping and leaving marks as he pleases. He's relentless in his work, his cock still easing in and out of your wet heat and hitting the very same spot that makes your toes clench and your moans to raise a pitch higher.

Despite the high within your pleasure, you flash the god a shaky smile before uttering the words that make him grow more hard and stiff inside you. "Fill me with… with your warmth. I need to—" Although you don't get to finish your words, he understood you loud and clear.

For a moment, he stills so he can maneuver one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, that way he can go deeper and feel more of you. His other hand not supporting your thigh leads to your clit, rubbing it in perfect rhythm to his thrusts.

"I'm close, Kento! Please, please, please—!" Your voice falters the same with his moving hips when the blinding apex of your climax reaches the both of you. Kento's got a tight grip on your thighs, moaning breathily in the air with his head thrown back as he finishes inside you like you asked.

You shake under him: your back arched and knuckles almost turning white with how much you're gripping the silk sheets of his bed.

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It's slow when you come back down, a little lightheaded and lost as you lay in the comfort of your lover's bed. "You alright, love?" His words bring you comfort, like a hand reaching out to you in the blank slate of elevation.

You blink your eyes, adjusting to the emanating light through him before you feel the gentle hand caressing the side of your face. "Hey, look at me." The words are soft as he talks to you and then he's peppering your entire face with kisses. The cold of his nose feels like a sudden zap against your skin and with a hoarse throat, you try out a weak mumble of his name.

"There you are." Kento is filled with relief when he hears you, a smooth laugh filling your ears and stimulating your senses.

Despite the tiredness, you pull him closer by the neck when he flips you both casually so you end up laying on his chest. There's a contented smile splayed along your lips while he traces your exposed back in soothing lines.

"Rest, darling." At his words, you allow yourself to ease up in his arms, your body loosening on top of him to doze off without any worry. With a final, tender kiss pressed on your temple, your lover joins you to sleep.

The next few weeks are a blur, Kento dealing with his realm and godly affairs while you tend to your own labors. You, seeing each other barely has never been a problem in both parties but lately, you've been missing him a lot more— the urge to be near him is so great, it's starting to affect your mood.

"You've been sighing since earlier. Did something happen?" One of your older sister nymphs mentions, worried etched in her tone but you dismiss her with a hand and a gentle smile.

"I think I just really want to see these dewberries blooming already." You grin at her to which she giggles at.

"You still have at least fourteen moons left before they grow." A smooth voice adds from behind you and you quickly lower your head when you see the goddess of life striding in towards your direction with grace, accompanied by her husband's cousin, Naoya.

"My lady." You address, finally looking up to greet the goddess. She nods at you and your sister before the older nymph excuses herself with a final curtsy.

Toji and his wife have decided to visit Kento's temple after meeting up with Yaketsuku. Liking the calm and the lack of absurdity from the others are a thing your lover and the god of the underworld both appreciate which made them get along quite well. The life goddess, Zoi (Yaketsuku's endearing epithet to his second oldest), is a dear friend to you as well. Long before she was married to Toji, she frequented Kento's temple and befriended you. Naoya, on the other hand, has become a second shadow to his older cousin, always following Toji and Zoi around.

"Are you not going to address me, nymph?" The latter haughtily asks with a brow raised, head tilted upwards as if to intimidate you.

You clear your throat before bowing your head in his direction despite the urge to step on his foot. "My lord." You never really liked him and his arrogant attitude.

Beside him, Zoi sighs before taking your hand in hers, leading you away— steps ahead from Naoya but of course, the younger follows behind like a tail. "Ignore him. Tell me how you've been, we haven't seen each other in a while." She smiles, her arms looped around yours.

"I have been well, my lady. Kento is treating me with so much care." Your response earns a scoff from the male behind but just like what your friend said, you ignored him.

Zoi nods in approval, pausing when she sees the figures of her husband and her brother under the pavilion near the lake with a gleeful expression. "Well, as Kento should. Especially now that you're with child."

Her words seem to have buffered your mind as you stand still beside her, your entire figure going rigid as you repeat her last sentence over and over again until you're snapped out of your daze by Naoya's heavy hand on your shoulder, manhandling you to face him.

"This lowly woodland sprite is carrying the Sage's heir?" Naoya asks, not you directly but to Zoi although his burning eyes remain scrutinizing you.

"Naoya, do not speak of her in that way." Zoi narrows her own eyes towards her husband's cousin, her usually bright eyes darkening as a disapproving frown marrs her face.

"How are you so accepting of this—!" The younger deity doesn't get to finish his insult when the thunderous voice of Zoi interrupts him unapologetically. "You will not shame my friend and the mother of Kento's heir any longer. Are you forgetting that my mother was a nymph too?"

Their argument seems to fall into the background as you take in the words you've been trying to understand, the realization hits you so hard you almost fall to your knees in astonishment. You are pregnant. You are pregnant with Kento's child.

You don't notice but your lover senses your quiet distress as he looks at you over the field. He gestures to his friend to follow him in your direction, his pace quickening the more he sees you stare into nothing while the other two bickers beside you.

"No, my lady but—" Naoya is once again disrupted by a deeper voice. Kento and Toji step into the scene, your lover hiding you behind his large frame and glaring at your perpetrator.

"What seems to be the matter?" The ravenette god inquires, eyeing his wife's defensive demeanor and his cousin who looks both infuriated and guilty at the same time.

Naoya sighs, promptly glaring at you which causes Kento to tense up, his arms curling behind him to keep you close to his warmth. "Naoya, I don't appreciate you causing mayhem in my domain." The golden haired god scolds.

"I don't mean any disrespect but how do you expect me to accept this… this absurdity!" Naoya exclaims, pointing in your direction. "A lowly nymph, pregnant with the Sage's child!"

Kento freezes in his place before slowly trailing his eyes towards your smaller form, protectively hidden away from the furious slander of Naoya. This is great news— a gift to him! In other circumstances, he would've showered you with kisses and a hearty laugh but due to the commotion, it took away the surprise and the supposed memorable moment from you and him.

"If you would please excuse us." His voice is shaky, ignoring the others around you as he fully faces you, both of his hands placed on your shoulders before leading you away towards his chambers. Before fully disappearing out of sight, he looks over his shoulder, piercing eyes targeting the youngest god. "We are not done, Naoya. I will deal with you soon."

None of you sees the way the latter cower slightly before getting hit in the head by Toji. "We will talk about this as soon as we get back to the Nether."

You're silent as you sit on the foot of the bed, Kento kneeling in front of you while caressing your knee lovingly. "I apologize for how Naoya acted." He sighs, this time, placing a chaste kiss on your thigh. "Are you alright, love?"

At the reminder, your lips quiver but you bite back the urge to spill your tears. You have more important things to discuss. "I'm alright, my lord… but we have something else to talk about. Don't we?"

At that, he nods and a gentle smile finally grazes his lips. "Yes, we do. Did you know you're carrying?"

You quickly shake your head in shame, eyes trailing downwards to your feet. "Only now that my lady Zoi has mentioned it."

Kento hurriedly sits beside you and pulls your body into his arms, consoling you from being upset. "Hey, there's no way you could've known this early. Zoi's the goddess of life, it's only normal for her to sense our child's presence before anyone else could."

Your heart stutters not only just because of the way he's treating you so kindly and affectionately, but when he claims your unborn child without any hesitance— you could feel the love in his tone.

"So do not fret anymore, hm?" This time, he leans back to take your chin in his hand to make you look at him. "I'm taking care of you and our baby until the end of time."

With the promise of forever, you pull his head down to kiss his lips in passion.

"Father, I need to speak with you." Kento unabashedly enters the enormous atrium in his father's temple, looking around to spot the king in the midst of deities gathered in the place.

"My son!" Yaketsuku greets with a laugh, appearing behind his own sculpture, followed by his entourage.

Kento rolls his eyes but a fond smile passes along the downturned quirks of his lips. He doesn't shy away from stating the reason for his sudden appearance as soon as his father stands face-to-face with him. "My love is with child, I wish no further discussion about her kind for I do not care that she's a deity of a lower divinity. No one is allowed to shame her or my child, anyone who would dare to would be punished accordingly."

Yaketsuku is taken aback by his son's tenacity, a fine brow raised in amusement. He knows his son has always been firm but he's never seen his third born be this determined in his resolve— especially not in his presence. "Anything else?"

Kento takes quite a while to answer, not believing that his father is letting him speak without so much as a regard to his title as king of the heavens. "Well… there is one last thing." He clears his throat, trying to word out his thoughts properly. "Naoya has verbally made his distaste known towards my darling on multiple occasions. Yesterday, he confronted her with such malice, all the while knowing she is pregnant with my child. I wish for him to be dealt with— on my own terms."

This time, it is Yaketsuku who takes longer to respond. In the middle of his musing, he gestures for his son to follow him, leaving the entourage behind as he leads the Sage to the large window overlooking the entirety of Ether Domain. "Thousands of years in peace, we've established that with our rules. Didn't we?"

Kento furrows his brows, assuming that his father would lecture him again about the edicts, most especially the law about the war between gods being prohibited. "Father, I do not seek war with Naoya. I only wish to—"

"Let me finish," Yaketsuku starts, "I know that he's wronged your lover, his ideals are valid but he used his sharp tongue in getting his point across. That is why I am letting you punish him on your own terms but you must know the limitations, son."

The Great Sage sighs, tilting his head back in frustration. "Are you still against her, father? I don't understand why."

"It is not that I am against her— she is lovely and wonderful, I can see that in your eyes everytime you talk about her. All that I have been trying to say is… what happens then if she passes on? Here, you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent." Yaketsuku doesn't look at his son but the sadness in his tone is palpable. Unconsciously, the king traces the silver bangle decorating his wrist in a lonesome manner.

The younger god freezes, his heart aching at the thought of losing you, but he quickly erases the negative idea out of his head. If has to slay a million gorgons just to be with you forever, he will do it. He will find a way. "I will never part with her, father. She will remain by my side."

The king nods with a reminiscent smile to his lips before patting his son's shoulder. He doesn't want to snuff the fire out of his son's determination any longer. Changing the subject of the conversation, he asks, "Have you thought of a punishment for Naoya?"

"Is this really necessary?" Naoya grumbles under his breath, impatiently waiting at the steps of Kento's temple with Toji by his side.

"Quit your whining, kid. You're not even halfway through your penance."

"Penance? I didn't even do anything wrong!" The younger rolls his eyes though he doesn't get to complain more as the sight of you and Kento emerging from the entrance hall greets him. Half-heartedly, he smiles your way with a bow.

"What is it that you have to disturb us?" Kento asks, annoyance in his tone evident as he addresses Naoya.

The latter grins sheepishly. "I… I would like to apologize to you, my lady." He turns to you and as soon as his eyes land on your form, you protectively hug your slightly protruding belly away from his sight.

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out, still pretty intimidated by the younger divinity so you opted to nod your head. A meek "I forgive you" rolling past your lips.

"You don't have to forgive him now, you know. He has all the time in the world to grovel and beg." Toji smirks at the way his cousin glares at him before smiling at you kindly. "It's best we get going. My wife is waiting for me." He bids you and Kento farewell before conjuring a portal to travel back to his domain with Naoya on his trail, as usual. Though this time, his tailing now has a purpose. He is to stay in the Nether until your child comes of age and receives their epitaph. He's also prohibited from indulging in his desires— whether it be excess meals or to lay with anyone, so long as the binding of the punishment remains. The curse upon him will lift if your heart has fully forgiven him, a hex conditioned by the goddess of sorcery and witchcraft, Nobara. At first, you thought it was quite cruel but with enough persuasion by Kento, Zoi, and even Toji, you agreed. Once it's just the both of you, your lover hugs you by your side, placing a butterfly kiss on the top of your head with his arm securing your space beside him. His large hand is splayed on your stomach, comforting and warm. His unyielding resolve to many things, especially when it comes to both you and your child brings you so much joy. You feel so safe with him, like there's nothing wrong that could happen. Then again, he is the god of wisdom. He is both wise, calculative and smart, but most of all, he is loving, astute and kind to those he loves.

"Let's go back inside, my love." Your murmur as you pull Kento to walk alongside you. You're sure, you'll live a joyful life with him— long or short so you will make the most of your days with them. No matter what happens, your love will remain immortalized by the life growing inside you.

note: here it is, finally! so sorry for the long wait, lovelies. took me an entire year to write this one, but hey, i did it! oh, and the taglist is open! ♥♥♥

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