A/N: Spoiler alert on Gone With the Wind and How I Met Your Mother.
Maybe it starts out with nothing more than a thought.
You find a book, a movie, or a television show you love but the ending was… disappointing. So, inside your own head, you change it. Rhett doesn´t leave Scarlett. Barney and Robin doesn´t get a divorce.
You find that the idea inside your own head isn´t concrete enough, so you write it down.
And maybe the ending of the story wasn´t the problem. Maybe there was a character you didn´t like, a choice you didn´t agree with. Or maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just wonder… what if?
Hell, maybe you aren´t even that interested in the story. Maybe it´s the universe you love. Maybe you´re writing a story of the first muggle-born who´s elected Minister of Magic.
You finish your story.
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A/N: Last chapter!
It would have been nice to say that everything after that just worked itself out. But though Persephone had realised that her mother brought her far more misery than joy she found herself unable to truly cut her out of her life. Demeter was, after all, still her mother.
Still, she visited her mother less than ever, and found herself actually looking forward to returning to the Underworld. Primarily because it would mean several months away from Demeter, and partly because of the time she would get to spend with Hades.
Persephone wished that she could say that her and Hermes were friends again, but they weren’t – or perhaps they were, but not in the way they’d been before. She suspected that it would take quite a while to trust him completely once again, but none of the other gods were talking about them, so he had at least held his promise to only pretend in front of Demeter.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 24”
Deciding to get revenge over someone and actually getting it quickly proved to be two vastly different things. Persephone decided to start by figuring out exactly how long Hermes was going to take this charade, and so she invited him to dinner.
They’d had eaten together before, and Persephone had until now thought they they’d had a good time together. They’d joked around, and it hurt to have realised that Hermes had only viewed their time together as a means to an end. Today’s dinner, however, was going to be different.
Preparing for it took far longer than Persephone had anticipated, and she wondered how Aphrodite did this sort of thing on a regular basis. At least she assumed that the older goddess did such things for Ares. Dinner was sent for and candles were lit until Persephone felt that it was a sufficiently seducing atmosphere for what she had planned. She dressed in a red dress with a deep cut, and lined her eyes with Kohl. Though Hermes had made her feel like a little girl, she would never let him know it.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 21”
Another chapter! Written with a sore throat and a running nose, so I hope you guys will enjoy it! Please like and review. Any ideas for future plot will be welcomed with open arms.
During the days that followed, Persephone’s mind often turned to her kiss with Hades. She’d never before understood the temptations of the flesh, but now she thought that she might. She still blushed whenever she thought back on the way her body had tingled in the most sinful of ways. It would only have been too easy to lose her senses and surrender herself to the feeling, and Persephone wondered if she would have done just that if her mother hadn’t interrupted them. It was probably good she would never have to find out. If she had found herself in Hades’ bed come morning, she would have regretted it immensely. She didn’t want to sleep with him, though she wasn’t completely adverse to another kiss.
To say that it’d confused her would be quite the understatement.
Another, more pleasing, outcome of the kiss was the changed behaviour of her mother. It wasn’t that Demeter had magically become understanding and empathetic, but she did attempt to keep herself in check.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 12”
A/N: This chapter was very amusing to write, and I hope you guys will also find it amusing to read! Please like or comment! 😉
Demeter wasn’t hard to find. As the goddess of Earth so often did she was spending her time in Persephone’s chamber – without an invitation – and the already enraged goddess became even angrier with the knowledge. Didn’t her mother understand that she had moved out of home for a reason?! How was she supposed to become more independent if Demeter was always, always there!
“Mother!” she hissed as she entered, slamming the door behind her.
“Kore.” Demeter looked reproachfully at her. “I thought I had taught you that you shouldn’t slam the doors like that.”
“You have been spying on me!” Persephone screamed, barely registering her mother’s words.
Demeter sighed. “Kore, now don’t exaggerate so. I’ve been asking someone to keep a eye on you to make sure nothing bad happens to you. It’s hardly spying.”
“That’s exactly what it is!”
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 10”
A/N: Chapter 9! Yeah! Like, review, and comment any ideas for the story that you may have. Right now I’m basically just winging it (like I did so very often back in school).
Persephone’s resolution to find Hades and ask him if he ever felt guilty didn’t last long. Of course her mother was right. He was going to guess which answer she preferred and answer her that. His words weren’t trustworthy and so Persephone was forced to find a different way to learn if her husband ever regretted marrying her or not.
For many days she kept changing her mind on whether or not she wanted to hide out in her chambers or wander the halls in the hope of running into Hades and simply improvise after that.
As the days went by she started to feel uncomfortable whenever she left her chambers. She felt watched and often the thought made return to her chambers.
Perhaps she was merely being paranoid. She was a daughter of Zeus. Few would dare to truly harm her. In fact, the only ones who could get away with it was her father, her husband and finally Poseidon, though she couldn’t imagine any use he might have of her.
Ultimately the feeling was unpleasant enough that she decided to tell her mother. She knew that Demeter would take even the suggestion of a possible threat to Persephone deadly serious. She was the only one Persephone was sure wouldn’t merely brush her off.
“It’s probably nothing,” Demeter said, proving Persephone entirely wrong.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 9”
A/N: Finally, chapter 8! I got up at seven this morning in order to write this, so I surely hope it’s good. I honestly have no idea where I’m going with this, so if anyone has any ideas, feel free to comment any ideas you might have!
Persephone stared at the wall dully. Her mother was visiting her – again – and Persephone truly wished Demeter would stop coming around so much. Demeter had always demanded a lot of patience to be around, but lately it had been just ridiculous.
For the last three days Demeter had come by her chambers in order to scold her. For three days. The longest three days Persephone had ever gone through. All for talking with Hades.
And so Persephone had spent the last three days listening to what she, Persephone, had apparently told Hades by having a somewhat pleasant conversation with him. According to her mother Persephone had, evidently, practically given Hades permission to rape her.
“I meant nothing of it!” Persephone had protested. “I was merely being polite.”
“For men there is no such thing as merely being polite! Everything but a direct no is an invitation. Honestly, Kore! I really thought I had raised you better than that!” And so Demeter went on.
For three whole days before she finally felt satisfied that Persephone had understood why talking with her husband was so very horrible. On the fourth day Demeter smiled once again and wanted to talk about flowers and gardening and relief filled Persephone. Relief and annoyance.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 8”
A/N: Please let me know what you guys think!
When Persephone had been a little girl she had dreamed of what it would be like when she grew old enough to live on her own. She imagined how she would always have bowls of sweets on every table, how she would wear clothes in every colour of the rainbow and how she would be able to stay up for as long as she pleased.
Then, after she’d gotten old enough to realise that Demeter was never going to allow her to move out of her childhood home, her dreams had died a quick, but painful death.
Now, however, they’d resurrected, and for the first time ever Persephone discovered what it felt like to decide things on her own.
She decided when she wanted to sleep, what she wanted to eat, whom she wanted to invite for a visit, and what to do with every second of every day. Well, almost at least.
For the one thing that Persephone hadn’t taken into consideration was her mother.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 7”
A/N: I was actually half way through this chapter before I decided that it sucked and started over.
Though not completely satisfied, I’m happier with how this second try turned out. I wanted to paint Zeus as intelligent, and Persephone as caught between childhood and maturity.
And as an extra treat for the guest who wondered about Hades, I put a short scene in starring him. Enjoy!!
Getting an audition with Zeus turned out to be surprisingly easy. She supposed being his daughter did have some benefits. Nevertheless Persephone hesitated as she stood in front of her father. What was she doing? Running to her father with complaints about her mother as if she truly was the little child her mother treated her as. Maybe she should just go home and apologize.
Except that Demeter had done something horrible, and wouldn’t even take blame for it.
Except that Persephone was dressed in clothes she could hardly breathe in and wasn’t allowed a single moment alone in peace.
Except that she had more freedom trapped in the Underworld than she did with her own mother.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 6”
The next morning Persephone woke up well-rested and excited. She’d missed the sun, and though she’d seen it only yesterday, she’d been too preoccupied by her mother to fully appreciate it. Now, however, nothing would stand in the way of basking in the feel of its warm rays on her bare skin.
At least that was what she thought.
“What is that?” Persephone asked in horror, staring at the garment Demeter held up for inspection.
Continue reading “Loved By Death; Chapter 5”