A/N: This is one super-long one-shot for Hades/Persephone themed klaroweek on tumblr. There should be another one-shot coming out soon with the same theme (though not set in the same universe as this one).


The rape of Persephone. A retelling of the myth with Klaus as Hades and Caroline as Persephone / Klaus is a God and gets fascinated by mortal Caroline so he kidnaps her and tries to seduce her.


"Her name is Caroline," he says quietly, making his brother Kol start in surprise and look away from the sheet of glass on which Caroline's current whereabouts were always shown.

She was currently sleeping, her blonde hair spread out across her pillows while her legs were entangled in the sheets of her bed, her lips slightly parted as her chest rose and fell.

"She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?"

Klaus nodded. "Yes. She is."

"Is she the one you want?"

"Yes. I'll have Hayley plant the flower tomorrow. She owes me a favor."

"The flower?"

Klaus nodded. "It will make a portal to the underworld. She'll live here. With me."

Kol nodded before his gaze zeroed in on her chest rising and falling.

"Is she...is she human?"

"What of it?" Klaus snapped.

"Nothing, brother. I said nothing."

XXX

Caroline had been walking through the garden in her mother's backyard minding her own damned business when it happened. The grass had opened and a chariot came out.

A motherfucking chariot.

Now, Caroline was a pretty normal twenty-first century girl, the kind that didn't believe in magic or the existence of Cerberuses, or that Greek gods were, you know, a thing. However, it appeared that they were, in fact, a thing, and that Hades' name was Klaus.

From what she'd gathered during her short interrogation of Klaus when she'd arrived, the myths had apparently been wrong about a few things. Gods weren't necessarily immortal. They had long lifespans, sure, but the "original" Hades and Persephone of the myths had died quite a long time ago. Apparently, the names were more like titles. Klaus was Hades IX (and no, she couldn't say it with a straight face either).

Whatever.

Either way, here she was in a giant bedroom with no cell service or wifi, waiting for her kidnapper to get back from whatever he was doing so that she could get some more answers. He'd left her some food on the side table, but she was blonde, not stupid, thank you very much. She knew what happened when kidnapped women ate food down here.

She wasn't allowed out of the room (as she was told kindly by a tall square-jawed guard who introduced himself as Stefan), but apparently Klaus would be back soon.

She'd paged through a few books and taken a well-deserved nap by the time Klaus got back, and he swept into the room, hardly sparing her a glance until she cleared her throat.

"Why am I here?" she asked, once she'd gotten him to look up at her.

"I should think it would be obvious."

"Pretend it's not for a second."

"You're going to be my wife."

"I think you're generally supposed to phrase that as a question."

He huffed. "Fine. Will you be my wife?"

"No, thanks. Can I go back up to the surface now?"

"Well, it's unfortunate that you don't get a say."

"Excuse me?"

He sighed, walking to her and lightly stroking her shoulders, making her flinch. "Oh, Caroline...So young, with so much to learn."

"I won't stay here," she said, setting her jaw.

He sighed. "I'll make you a deal, shall I?"

She glared at him, not speaking.

"You will stay here for six months. If after six months you no longer wish to be here, then you may go back to the surface, and you will never have to return for the rest of your life."

"That's bullshit! I have school, and...and a prom to plan. I can't just stay here for six months."

"Well, it's either stay here for six months or stay for eternity."

"There's no option three? Like, I don't know, let me go?"

He cupped her chin, giving her a small smile. "Now, Caroline. You're smarter than that. We both know that the only option is really option two…"

She glared at him. "I need to go to school."

He held her gaze for a moment before sighing. "Fine. You will be escorted to school in my chariot, and come back directly after any extracurricular activities you have."

"No. I'm not going to have a curfew like a twelve year old. And anyway, you can't send me to school in a chariot. That's a little bit conspicuous, don't you think?"

"Well, what do you suggest?"

XXX

Caroline bit her lip and looked in the mirror, straightening her graduation cap.

At precisely five o'clock that evening, Klaus's chariot would come pick her up for her trial period in the underworld.

She'd made a deal with him. She got to finish any and all school she wished, and then she would spend a year rather than six months to decide whether she'd like to stay. She hadn't seen him since the day he'd agreed, but she'd received a gift every year for her birthday since they'd met (otherwise she would have thought the whole thing was just some sort of bizarre dream).

If she was honest with herself, she was interested to see the underworld (though not at all interested in developing Stockholm Syndrome thank you).

Did he really have a giant three-headed dog? Was it the same giant three-headed dog as it had been forever? If so, did the original owner seriously name him "Spot" (she'd seen all those tumblr posts, and frankly she had some choice words for someone that unimaginative)? Did people really ride on a tiny rowboat, or had they upgraded to ships with the rest of the world?

She couldn't stop making a mental list of questions as she sat through the ceremony and received her college diploma.

Liz Forbes had no idea what was going to happen to her daughter, and Caroline had made sure that she never would. Theoretically, even if she were to end up staying in the underworld after a year (which she had no plans for), she'd still get to come to the surface for half the year.

Somehow, it didn't give her much comfort (mostly because she wasn't actually sure what would happen if she were to stay).

And anyway, Caroline doubted that her mother even knew she'd graduated. She'd sent a save the date and an invitation, and the only person that bothered coming was her childhood friend Bonnie.

As soon as she was back to her dorm room, she checked again to make sure that all of her boxes were packed and labeled, and pulled out a notebook and pen from her suitcase, sinking down on the bare mattress on the bedframe, biting her lip and starting to furiously scribble the list of questions she'd come up with, as well as some additional ones.

If she stayed, would her lifespan extend as much as his?

Where did they go when they died? Did they sit in the underworld like everyone else?

Was it actually the underworld or The Underworld? It seemed like a proper noun, but you never knew…

Speaking of, would she go up to the surface for six months? Would she be required to do that? What if she wanted to stay?

She crossed that one out, tempted to shred the paper and start over. Of course she wouldn't stay.

Also how much of the myth stuff is true? Is Zeus also a title role? If so, are there any illegitimate children of the latest Zeus she should watch out for?

She tapped her pencil against her knee, trying to think of more.

"Are you ready?"

She barely managed to push down a small shout of surprise, her head snapping up to see Klaus leaning against the doorway. "Sorry, love. I didn't mean to startle you," he said, though she could tell he wasn't all that sorry.

She frowned. "Will you wait until I'm ready? Because, if so, no, I'm not ready, and I probably won't be for a good seventy years."

He seemed to suppress a smile, but shook his head, walking towards her, and she felt the shiver of anticipation creep up her spine. "No, the question was mostly rhetorical," he said. "Though, if you need help packing, I'm happy to assist you."

"Um. Yeah, sort of. I mean, I need help getting it all to whatever transportation you got."

He nodded and the boxes disappeared.

"Hey! What did you do?"

"I transported it to our room."

"Um. I hope by 'our room' you meant 'my room', and you're sleeping somewhere else. The other side of the house, preferably. Actually, I don't 'hope'. Giving me my own room is mandatory."

"We'll see," he said indulgently, as though he thought her insistence that she wanted her own room was cute or something.

"I'm serious."

"I know, love."

She restrained an angry sigh, knowing that, at worst, she could probably sleep on a couch. Or something.

It's only for a year, she reminded herself, knowing that the mantra would probably stick with her for quite awhile.

XXX

"Nice chariot," she said awkwardly as they walked outside.

It was large, with no roof, cushioned seats and gleaming black walls. The door opened as they approached, a staircase descending, and Klaus held out his hand to help her up the stairs, which she ignored, simply climbing up herself.

People were staring at the chariot in confusion, especially as the horses pulling it were jet black and appeared to have manes made of fire. A few people had their iPhones out and were taking pictures.

"Um, isn't people filming your fire-horses a bad thing?" she asked as he sat next to her.

"They won't show up in pictures or video. They look like regular horses to everyone else."

"Then why don't they look like regular horses to me?"

"I will you to see their true nature."

She nodded, trying not to think about what else he would be able to 'will' and subtly scoot away, and she could see the smile he was fighting. She glared at him. "So. How long is the ride?"

"I can transport myself or inanimate objects to the castle, in other words anything not technically alive, but in order to safely transport a living human we must travel to a portal first."

"What do you mean a portal? Like the one I got pulled through in the first place? And do we have to do that on land? Because I know it's weird, but even though people don't see fire horses, traveling around a populated city in a chariot doesn't exactly blend in."

"Yes. Exactly like that, although that specific portal only worked once. I had Hayley—Eris IX—plant it for me to pull you to the underworld. She owed me a favor."

"Okay," Caroline said slowly. "So, where are the normal portals?"

"Every 200km or so. 125 miles to you."

"How far away is the closest one?"

"It will only be a half-hour ride."

"So we're actually taking the chariot? With the horses?"

"Yes. We just need to ride to a secluded place to take off."

"Okay," Caroline said.

She wouldn't waste energy fighting about whether she was going to the underworld, because at this point it seemed inevitable. But once she got there, she'd fight every step of the way to be able to leave.

XXX

The sheets were soft.

That was the only thing that passed through her brain before she was jerked back to reality, back to whose sheets were soft. She had agreed to share a bedroom once they got to the castle (which was not as dark or gloomy as she'd expected) and after threatening him with severe bodily harm if he came within a foot of her body (to which he gave her that infuriating indulgent smirk). He had simply nodded agreeably, telling her that he would ask someone to unpack for her if she wished, but she told him she'd do it herself.

Consequently, everything stayed in its suitcase or box, no matter how much her eye twitched whenever she remembered her things weren't unpacked.

She felt the mattress move slightly as Klaus stirred a few feet away on the other side of the large bed, and she froze, trying to even her breathing so that he'd think she was asleep.

"I know that you're awake, Caroline," he said quietly, and she sighed softly.

"If you really do feel this uncomfortable, I will have another bedroom made up for you."

"That would be nice," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to pressure you."

She suddenly felt anger well up in her, and she turned over to glare at him. "Seriously? Of course you meant to pressure me. You randomly pulled me out of my backyard and told me that I was supposed to live with you and marry you, and then only 'let' me go to school as long as I came back when I was done. You have taken away all of my choices for how I want to live my life, and it's wrong. So don't tell me that you didn't want to pressure me, because I don't buy it. Don't play the 'I'm-sorry-I'm-a-nice-guy' card, because you're not, and I don't want to hear it."

"I never claimed to be nice, Caroline. I'm not at all a good person, and I recognize that about myself. I'm possessive and jealous, and you happened to get caught up in that, and I'm not sorry."

"So then why are you apologizing for pressuring me if you supposedly didn't mean to?"

"Because I don't want to pressure you. I want you to come to me, and I want you to choose me," he said, and she saw the earnestness in his eyes and she scoffed.

"Well not giving me my own bedroom isn't exactly conducive to that outcome. Neither is kidnapping, to be honest."

"I see that. I made a mistake. I will have Stefan give you a tour, and you may choose whatever bedroom you want. Most rooms are being used by members of the staff or guard, but they are all comfortable and come with an ensuite bathroom. I understand that it is not my decision, but if possible I would rather that you stay in the guard wing rather than the staff wing. It would be safer."

"Safer from what?"

"Enemies. People that want to hurt me, and therefore would want to hurt you."

"So what you're saying is that you kidnapped me, gave me a forced choice to stay with you, are trying to get back on my good side by giving me my own bedroom, which is something that any decent person would do, and now there are people who are going to kill me because you're obsessed with me. Do you see why I'm angry, yet?"

"Yes," he said quietly. "Especially when you put it like that."

"Good."

She was escorted around the castle by Stefan, who was quite nice to her, if a little stoic, and she chose a room in the guard wing. She was tempted to go with a room in the staff section just to spite Klaus, but decided that her safety was worth more than petty statements of her annoyance.

XXX

Klaus was a bit more respectful of her in terms of allowing her space and time to herself (and the fact that she used the word "allow" scared the fuck out of her), but he did ask (demand) that she join him for dinner every day, and a date every week.

One date night she'd come back to her room from the library to find a box on her bed, which had a new, rather tight pair of what she recognized as riding pants. She looked through the rest of the box and realized he'd given her everything necessary to ride a horse.

That afternoon had been one of the best she'd had in the underworld. Klaus had been almost sweet, and he'd showed her how to ride and told her she was welcome to come back any time. The way he looked at her warmed her insides, made her feel special and wanted. Needed, even.

He showed her how to take care of the horse he'd picked for her, saying that she could come without him, as long as she brought a guard.

It was the last part that jolted her back to the reality of the situation. She really was a prisoner, he was her kidnapper, and this wasn't right. She was developing Stockholm Syndrome, and she was so not okay with that.

She refused to come to dinner that night (because really, what was he going to do to stop her, exactly?) and the day after. When Stefan asked why, she shrugged and said that she didn't want to see him.

The next night, Stefan asked if she would be coming down to dinner, and when she declined, Klaus had food sent up for her. That weekend, on the night of their weekly date, she didn't come down to meet him. A half hour or so after their usual meet-up time, he knocked on her door, looking a bit confused. "I don't want to see you," she said immediately, starting to close the door.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I thought last week went well. Why are you hiding from me?"

"Because it went too well," she said, her words bursting out in a rush. "I can't like you. I can't let myself like you, because you kidnapped me, and you're controlling and possessive and creepy, and that's not a good thing."

He looked frustrated at her words and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Caroline, I understand that you're afraid to take a chance, but I assure you that I would treat you well."

"That's not the point, okay? The point is that you're controlling me now, and I can't deal with that. It's not good. It's not healthy, and I can't let myself give into you. I just can't."

"Why? What are you so afraid of?"

"You, obviously. I'm afraid that you're going to control me and my choices and my life. You already do, and I just can't let it happen."

"You're afraid of me?" he asked, and he sounded a bit vulnerable, as though he'd never expected it to be her answer.

"Of course," she said exasperatedly. "You're king of the underworld. You have the power to hurt me whenever you want, and you're unpredictable. I don't want to live here in fear forever."

"I wouldn't hurt you."

"I don't know that. All I have is your word, and proof that you want to control me. If you won't hurt me, show me. Show me that you like me enough to let me be, to let me make my own choices."

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "But you won't come back. If I let you go, you won't come back to me."

"Probably not, but if you really like me, you wouldn't want me to be miserable here for eternity."

"All right."

"What?" she asked, a bit surprised.

"All right. You can leave. If that's what you want."

"That's what I want," she said immediately.

"I'll call the chariot to take you," he said quietly, and she almost (okay, fine, she did) felt sorry for him when she saw his face.

But she had to do what was best for her.

He returned a few minutes later, and she followed him to the front doors. He pulled out something from his pocket. It was a necklace, delicate with a silver chain, a pendant on the end shaped like the infinity sign, tiny diamonds filling the outline. "What's this?" she asked, studying it.

"If you ever want to come back, it'll take you," he said.

"I won't need it."

"Then you don't have to use it," he said, "But take it, just in case."

"Fine."

It was pretty, okay? Sue her.

He helped her fasten it and she tried to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine when the skin of his fingers brushed against her neck, the longing in his eyes as he let her go, the burn of his lips against her knuckles when he kissed them.

"I'll wait for you," he said quietly.

"You'll be waiting quite awhile," she said, trying to joke, though he didn't smile.

"However long it takes."

She climbed in the chariot and didn't look back.

XXX

It had been six months that she spent in the underworld when she arrived at the surface, and she wasn't quite sure where to start. She stayed with Bonnie for a month or two, promising to pay her back for her half of the rent, and once she got settled she got a job as a waitress.

Bonnie was a great roommate, and Caroline's life was looking up.

She didn't tell Bonnie what had happened no matter how much the other girl asked, and Bonnie eventually gave up on trying to find out, simply saying that if Caroline ever wanted to talk, she was there.

Somehow, Caroline felt like explaining the problem to Bonnie would only make it worse.

A year passed, and Caroline applied for a few internships, and it was right after her second interview (which had gone quite well), when it happened.

She was running late for the bus, and texted Bonnie to say that she might have to catch the next one twenty minutes later. She glanced briefly to either side of the street before moving across, and she only felt the pain of a collision briefly before everything went black.

XXX

The first thing she felt was the bump of being in a car as it drove, and when she blearily opened her eyes, trying to become aware of her surroundings, she realized that it wasn't a car, but a boat.

She sat up, seeing a few people beside her, all looking around in wonder, and realized what had happened.

She was dead.

She felt panic well up inside her, and she looked wildly around, trying to figure out what part of the underworld they were in, and where she was going.

"We're arriving at the first dock in a moment, and if I call your name, please leave the boat," the old man in at the front of the boat said, holding a clipboard.

She didn't want to go to the afterlife. She needed to go back. She couldn't help but wonder what her life would have been if she'd stayed. What would she end up doing? What had her future held?

And had this been planned? Was this Klaus's fault? She suddenly felt the need to ask hi—

A rush of warm air surrounded her briefly before she felt her body thump onto a soft surface.

"What the—"

"Caroline?"

Her head snapped to see Klaus in the doorway, looking quite surprised to see her, but hopeful all the same.

"Not on purpose," she muttered, pushing herself off of what she recognized as his bed.

"You had to have wanted to or the necklace wouldn't have activated."

"I wasn't even wearing the—" she started, before realizing that there was a weight on her neck that hadn't been there before.

"It didn't matter if you were wearing it or not," he explained absently, walking towards her to tuck a curl behind her ear.

She didn't even flinch, but his hand passed through her, and he frowned.

"You're dead," he whispered.

"Yeah. I got hit by a car. I think. Did you do this?"

"No. When I told you I wouldn't hurt you, I meant it."

He seemed confused. Disappointed. "You can either stay here or move on," he said. "Though, if you move on, we'll never see each other again."

"Oh."

She bit her lip, considering her options. "Can I move on at any time?"

"It's entirely your choice," he said, and the weight of his words crashed around her.

"I'll stay. For now."

He gave her a dimpled smile.

XXX

He couldn't touch her. They'd known that from the first moment she returned, but it still took some getting used to. She couldn't interact with objects as she could before, though she could watch movies (they didn't have cable) if someone else used the remote for her, or read if someone turned the pages (though that hardly ever happened, as it was too much work for her and the person helping).

She ended up talking to Klaus a lot, finding herself a lot more open to interacting when she knew that he couldn't touch her, and that she could leave anytime she wanted.

She learned about his past, his family, and his interests. They talked at length about her life and things she was interested in, and he tried to arrange things for them to do together that matched her interests and didn't require touching.

She felt her doubts about staying lift without noticing, and at some point, about two years after she'd come back, she realized that she wanted to stay.

It was torture sometimes, though.

The way he looked at her, like he wanted to worship her, stroke her skin and brush his lips across her face...And he couldn't.

And she couldn't touch him in return.

She sat on the couch in his room with him one day, more floating in the air in a sitting position than actually being supported by the furniture, and she blurted the words without thinking.

"I want to stay."

He looked at her a bit confusedly. "You're here already."

"No, like...The past two years have been so different than the first time I was here. I feel like I got to know you, and that you actually know me instead of the person you thought I was. I think I love you, Klaus, and I want to stay forever, but I don't know if I can."

"I love you too," he said immediately. "But what do you mean you don't know if you can stay, love? You can stay for as long as you want."

"I can't touch you," she said, looking away. "I want to be able to sit against you when we watch television, and to kiss you, and…" she trailed off, blushing slightly, though she knew that he knew what she'd meant.

She wasn't any stranger to sex at all, but with Klaus, it seemed a bit intimidating. He was quite a bit older than her, and though she wasn't quite sure how one would have sex in the underworld, considering everyone was dead, she had a feeling he was quite experienced.

"And if you could?"

She bit her lip. "I would want to stay here with you. For eternity."

Caroline felt a strange warmth creeping over her body, and she could have sworn she saw her skin glow for a moment before she felt the air around her for the first time in years, letting out a soft squeak of surprise when she fell on the couch cushions, bouncing slightly, the fabric scratchy against her skin.

The heat in his gaze was all-consuming and electric, and he reached over to stroke her cheek, and she closed her eyes, his touch filling her with warmth.

"You'll stay?" he asked, and she knew that he just wanted confirmation again. He wanted to know that she wouldn't take it back now that she was apparently corporeal.

"Yes. I'll stay."

She opened her eyes and his lips descended on hers, claiming her, his palms resting on her hips as he pressed her against the couch cushions. She moaned softly, tilting her head to the side as his lips trailed down her neck. He felt so right, his hard, angled body perfectly pressed against her, and she could feel his cock hardening against her thigh.

She was robbed of coherent thought, his hand sneaking below the hem of the top to stroke the smooth skin of her abdomen, the movement of the tips of his fingers sending shivers up her spine. He lightly ran his teeth over the skin of her neck, and a stab of arousal shot to her center. She couldn't help but rub her thighs together, trying to obtain some kind of friction, and she felt him smile against her skin before he ran his tongue down the hollow of her throat, making her moan.

"Spread your legs for me."

She shifted under him on the couch, trying to make room so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, and couldn't quite manage it with the lack of space. He moved off of her and she tried to follow him on wobbly legs, but he caught her immediately, supporting her lower back as he drew her towards him, roughly pulling her lower lip with his teeth, his palms moving down to squeeze her ass and lift her to wrap her legs around him.

The bed was only a few yards away, and walked backwards until the fell down with her sprawled on top of him, the mattress bouncing as she rolled off of him, giggling and dodging his hand when he tried to pull her back. "Move up," she said, pushing him lightly so that he was leaning against the headboard and straddling him, rolling her cloth-covered center against the bulge in his jeans.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down on top of him as he rubbed against her, and he kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as she tugged at his hair. He moved to unfasten the button of her jeans and she sat up on her knees to help him tug them down before tugging them off, her blouse and bra following. He pulled off his shirt as well and she tugged off his jeans and boxers.

He gripped her ass, and she moaned softly as his nails raked pleasurably across the flesh as he took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around its peak. He hooked his fingers around the string of her thong, tugging it to rest around her knees, and she let one hand rest on his chest to keep her balance, the other wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly.

He moved his mouth from her breast and let his forehead drop against her shoulder, groaning as her thumb ghosted over the tip of him. His finger circled her entrance, and he pushed two inside her, and she moaned as her core clenched around his fingers when he flicked them over her g-spot. She arched her back, panting out his name as he ran his teeth across her shoulder.

"Caroline put your hands on my shoulders," he said, and she obeyed.

He pulled his fingers out of her core and easily ripped away the lace still resting at her knees before positioning himself at her entrance. Both of them groaned softly as she sank down onto him, and she clenched around him as he filled her.

She rocked her hips against him, her fingernails digging into his back as she rode him. "Fuck, Caroline. Yes, just like that, love."

She moved faster, rocking on top of him, and she felt the tight coil in her belly tense completely. "Come for me, Caroline."

His voice was soft but demanding, and her breath was ragged as they moved, his cock hitting her in all the right places as he whispered how hot and tight she was around him and it was when he groaned her name low in his throat that she felt herself snap, coming hard around him, moaning his name as she writhed on top of him, her breasts heaving as she gasped out his name repeatedly as she scratched at his back.

His eyes were tightly shut as he gripped her hips, fucking her hard through her orgasm, and it was only a few more thrusts before he spilled inside her. She slumped on top of him, their sweat-slicked skin still pressed together, and she buried her face in his neck as she caught her breath.

"I love you," she mumbled.

"And I, you."

"I just...what happened? How can you touch me?" she breathed, almost unable to think coherently at just the feel of him.

"You agreed to stay here. With me. You chose me," he said again, as though it explained everything, and she realized it did.

She became Persephone IX.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Please tell me what you think :)
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-Angie