Authors note: Welcome and thank you so much for taking the time to read my first fan fiction! I really enjoy lore Olympus and I love the relationship between Hades and Persephone. But, as soon as Ares was introduced there was a strong sexual tension between Him and Persephone. It got my mind working and I became curious what that dynamic would look like. I tried looking up other fan fictions about those two and the few I found were sooo good but just not long enough so, I set out to write my own. Surely I'm not the only one who's a little curious anyway I'm excited to see where this goes and I'm glad you're along for the ride with me!
Chapter one: A New Kind of feeling
Persephone slapped the dinghy white wall in the bathroom and as she felt a strange, violent stinging in her chest and in her now pinker hand.
"Seriously! I don't have any more credits.."
Please not now I have to speak to him right now! "I don't have any more money in my budget to buy credits." She said with a shaky voice near inaudibly.
She began to feel a stinging in her eyes as well. Her body was shaking and her face was hot with embarrassment and in an effort to hold back tears she bit into her index finger being only momentarily distracted from her psychological pain threw the small about of physical pain she caused herself. This feeling was all too new to her and she didn't know how to place these terrifying emotions she felt building up inside of her. Her classmates now all hated her even after her awkward first day and the rumors that had already hung around her like a bad smell. She knew herself back then and was confident in who she was. People saying she was Hades mistress were simply so absurd that it was funny. She remembered how they were surprised to find out that she wasn't what they read in that silly article. She felt like they knew her but instead of asking her what happened, they turned on her like a feral pack of wolves. When she moved to Olympus she was filled with so much excitement and hope for the future. What she thought would be a warm jovial welcome to adulthood, independence and Freedom was turned to a deep feeling of loneliness and frustration and, and, and... Now as she stood pathetically in front of the bathroom mirrors looking at herself she could see it. Something in her tear filled eyes but what. It was new, nothing someone on the street would notice or Artemis or even her mother. But to her, who knew her eyes better than any other could tell, something was different.
The sting in her eyes now overflowing she had never been so out of control of her own life. She now suffered horrible consequences for an action she did not commit nor did she even know was even taking place. She couldn't blame them though. The people she had just hours ago considered her friends. They hated her now because of what Hades did... the thought made her stomach feel like it had fallen out onto the bathroom floor.
What Hades did. What he did... what he had done to someone even after I told him it was okay. That I wasn't upset. That it was fine!
It really had been fine. Even though Hestia gave her a stern talking to and took her beautiful fur coat that wasn't hers to take. And she had felt guilty about the blossoming feelings she had for Hades.Her friends knew the truth, they believed her and that's all that mattered. It was fine. But instead of asking her, instead of checking to see if she was okay with this choice of his, letting her decide her own fate, he did it anyway not caring about her feelings because he is the king. He can do as he pleases, and it should be easy for him to live his life doing as he pleases seeing as how she is the one who suffers those choices not him. She could feel that tight sharpness in her chest again.
"He doesn't give a shit about you... Stupid village girl." Said a shrill female voice, Persephone jerked at the noise looking over her shoulder before realizing that voice had come from inside her.
No! She thought quickly in response. Oh gods, was she going insane!
She heard the voice speak again sounding almost amused with itself. "You must be insane for letting every other person in your life push and pull you like a shopping cart." The shrill voice cackled.
She could see in her mind's eye the greenhouse. A mental safe haven she could go where she felt safe and secure. But after that night... After Apollo, it had been tainted. She remembered the first time she had seen the door. She had been dreaming when she heard a quiet voice beckoning her. This startled her as she was normally alone in that sacred space. However, when she looked expecting to see someone she instead saw a door.
I don't remember that door being there before... she remembered thinking
"Leeettt meeee outttt..." The voice whispered like wind through the forest.
"No, I think you're fine right where you are." She said not even looking at the door.
But now standing in a dirty college bathroom, mentally teleported to her safe space she saw it, the strange door stood slightly ajar she could hear it, the loud cackling echo around her reverberating viciously off the panes of glass around her. It sounded like she was surrounded but in fact the noise only came from a small sliver of space of the open door.
"Come onnn... admit it! You love the attention. Feeling his eyes on you, imagining they were his hands moving up and down your curvy body. Down between your le-"
"No!" Persephone yelled, she slapped her hand over her mouth. Cheeks turning a dark purple with the realization she just yelled out loud in a public bathroom.
"You're not mad he ripped out that pathetic creatures eye, your mad because he didn't invite you to join him." The voice laughed cruelly then slowly went quiet she looked and saw the door in her greenhouse was now shut once again.
I'm going crazy, I'm literally going insane! She thought as she moved her hand from her mouth to wipe away tears when she realized her cheeks were dry. It was then she felt a tingling between her legs, it was as if the voice had said it and then it was. She began thinking about those words. She had never really thought about anyone touching her that way. Not for a long time anyway, not since him. She never allowed her thoughts to become soooo... sexual, maybe? She didn't even have words for it. The thought was intense and she all at once remembered where she was. The awful feeling returned and she felt sick to her stomach her face was hot. All of her was hot all over. She needed something, someone to... She shook her head, she thought about Hades ripping out that guy's eye, now everyone hates her for it. He had no right to do that without talking to me. I need to see him, now.
With that she off to the underworld hair much longer then when she left her house that morning fluttering like silk in the wind behind her as she flew. She needed to see Hades. Set straight this misunderstanding.
"Oh fates! Please let this be a misunderstanding..." her wish was spoken almost silently out loud for only the wind around her to hear. A single tear began to roll from her left eye. Blowing away with her hope for what was to come at their meeting.
When she arrived at tower 1 she landed swiftly and steadily onto the ground. Her white high heels clicking as she walked in to the tall sleek building walking straight through the simple lobby up the escalators before she saw a group of people just standing there. As she went to move past them she realize they were standing in a line of some sort.
I don't have time for this why is everyone just standing around! She could feel her face twist with frustration as she moved around the line of people walking quickly passed all of them till a large centaur with long curled white horns raised his voice shouting at her.
"Hey, you have to wait like everyone else!"
"Sir please, I really need to see Hades!" Her voice was louder then she meant it to be but the centaur did not seem impressed.
"To bad! Look around you everyone is waiting to see His Royal Majesty." She could feel her confidence begin to drain away as the centaur just looked down at her. "What's the matter princess, never had to wait in line before!" He more spat those words then said them. Persephone turned and began walking towards the back of the line and like he wanted to kick her when she was retreating he yelled after her loudly, "Back of the line!"
Persephone looked over her shoulder at the centaur and yelled "Yeah! Obviously I heard you!" But as soon as she turned back around she ran straight into a nymph holding an extremely hot and very large cup of coffee spilling it all over both of them but most of it landing on herself.
"What is wrong with you? Watch where you're going!" The green nymph hissed at Persephone. Who was now trying to keep herself from breaking down on the spot.
"I-I'm I'm so sorry miss let me-"
"Save it!" The nymph said throwing a flat had in front Persephone's face as she walked by like she didn't even want to look at her. Her mind was blank she was unsure what to do. Her body kept walking to the end of the line. Her mind finally caught up as she stood there unsure what to think about the day's events so far. In the cold of the underworld she felt the once burning hot coffee cooling giving her chills. Her tight white knee length dress was now covered in coffee stains her bare arms where cold and she shivered a little as she began to wring out her dress discreetly. This day could not get any worse. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cr-. Then behind her she felt familiar Warmth on her back. The heat was like a fire had been lit just for her, to keep her warm. As she began to feel like she could breathe without breaking into millions of pieces she heard a whistle then a strong, deep, smoldering voice.
"This sure is a long line, you should really consider cutting." That voice she thought. It sounds like… No, there's no way.
"We can't cut," She said dryly not even bothering to turn around.
"I can't believe you let that guy talk to you like that. I don't think your crying because he was mean to you… You're upset with yourself for letting him do it." She felt he sadness and angst give way to something vicious that quickly swelled up inside her. Red vines with small green buds began to creep around her head. She felt her face pulling of its own volition into a scowl. What was this? It was consuming her. For maybe the smallest of moments it felt good. She snapped her head to the side looking straight back into the eyes of whoever dared speak to her, not even trying to soften her face and allowing her voice to pierce whoever it may with it sharpness.
"What makes you an authority-!" She wanted to be intimidating but when she saw into the eyes of the person behind her she couldn't help but to gasp. "Ares!?" Breathlessly she spoke his name almost to convince herself he was really there while, simultaneously, asking herself if he was really there. She was already hearing voices today was she hallucinating too?
"Mmmmmm…." He hummed to himself looking at her hungrily. A dark haze of red around his eyes that spread to his handsome, golden face making his skin look like a bloody sunset. He stood at least a foot taller than her and she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. His eyes looking right back at hers. She didn't realize how close he had been to her till she turned around and he was inches away. She felt the heat rolling off of him onto her face and body. That explained the warmth she thought. I knew it was familiar.
She moaned internally looking at him made the red vines on her head retract. The way he looked at her, was like she was the most desirable creature on this planet, like he wanted her, badly. It made her feel powerful and beautiful. Not in a wholesome kind of way either. Not the way your mother tells your beautiful while she brushes your hair before bed. He makes her feel beautiful in a transcending space in time kind of way. A feminine, gentle but deadly kind of beautiful like it could burn him alive if he touched her the wrong way. But he wasn't afraid of her, oh no. Not the God of war and fury. He loved nothing more than to stoke that fire that she had no idea burned deep within herself. Oh yes, he would love to stroke her hottest parts to the point of combustion
"W-what are you doing here?"She stammered
"Hello Kore." His voice smooth, brimming with confidence, lustful. A new band of lush dark red carnations grew around her head like a crown. Matching the same fiery red of his eyes.
"It's been awhile."