#hades and persephone ficlets

[genericpuff]

How do you feel about the other Greek Myth Retellings in webtoon? Like Hades and Persephone ficlets, Mythos Redone and Punderworld.

The only one I'm up to date on rn is Punderworld and it's been pretty cute! Sigeel is a great artist and I adore their work.

As for Hades and Persephone Ficlets, I've started reading it but haven't made it very far yet, I love the style of it though!

I haven't read Mythos Redone yet, but I'll add it to the list! The art looks very charming and cute :00 <3

Honestly I know this wasn't really part of the question but I think it's a shame that a lot of these comics often get a lot of harassment/judgment from the LO fanbase, they're all great comics in their own right and if anything, I think comics like LO should inspire more people to undertake projects like these, not discourage people because "you're just copying LO" because, first off, who cares whether or not someone was inspired by LO, and second, LO is also just fanfiction of Greek myth at the end of the day. That's the beauty of it - the styles and narrative choices are unique, but the recipe underneath is the exact same.

Either way, I'm hyped for Punderworld to come back at the very least, whenever that ends up happening. And I'll definitely be catching up on HxP ficlets and starting up Mythos Redone as soon as I can! <3

[matchingbatbites]

Persephone runs. He can hear footsteps behind him, chasing fast. Hears a voice yell "Come on, little goddess! You can't run forever!"

Tears fill his eyes, blurring his vision, but he continues forward, flees from the man behind him. Suddenly, there! Even through his tears he can see the gate up ahead, and he gets a burst of energy as he bolts for it.

Persephone hurls himself through the opening and trips over something, lands rough on the ground, tearing open the skin of his hands and knees. The hurried footsteps come to a stop and he turns, sees Ares standing just outside the gate, his face red in anger.

"You shouldn't be in there," Ares says, and Persephone shifts into a sitting position.

"Better in here than out there," is his reply, and Ares scowls. The man takes a step forward, a single foot landing inside the gate, and from behind Persephone comes a voice.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Persephone looks back at the speaker, and his heart flips in his chest, because standing there is Hades. Persephone has never met him, only heard stories, really, but he knows in his heart that must be the man standing before him.

The god is stunning, with milky, pale skin, and brown curls that are pulled up into a decorated updo. He's draped in black, with silver jewelry adorning his hands and ears, all signs of his status, but it's his eyes that Persephone is drawn to.

They're so dark, they appear to be solid black in the dim entryway, but as the man steps closer to the gate, they catch the sun and transform into rich, deep brown.

"I was just trying to help him up," Ares says as he gestures to Persephone, "I'll take him and we'll be on our way."

Hades's mouth twists into a sneer. "No. You'll make your way by yourself, Ares.”

Ares scowls, his hand clenches as he says “You don’t want to cross me, Hades. Just give me the boy and I’ll leave you be.”

And for a moment Persephone is worried that Hades will, that he’ll give him up just to have them both out of his hair.

And then the temperature drops.

“What is the domain you command, Ares?”

Hades pauses for a moment, like he’s waiting for the other to respond, and continues when he only gets a growl in response.

“War. Something so terrible, and so temporary. Humans can go years, decades, without war. Many prefer to avoid it. But death is not so fickle. It does not stop, it does not rest.

"It will continue forever, and when the final human takes their final breath, the concept of war will die with them. It would do you well, Ares, to remember where dead things go, and who tends to them in the afterlife.”

Ares' face twists in rage, and Persephone is surprised when he simply turns and stalks off without another word, looks back up to Hades to see him smiling, satisfied.

And then he looks at Persephone. He reaches out a hand, says “Come now, such a lovely thing doesn’t belong on the floor.”

Persephone flushes and takes the offered hand, cautious of the bloody scrapes on his palm. Hades frowns when he sees them, helps the other to his feet before cradling the hand in his own.

“I have some salve for these, if you’re willing to take a trip to my home?” he says, looking up at the goddess, and Persephone nods.

“I am. I- Thank you.”

Hades smiles. “You’re very welcome.” He holds Persephone’s hand as he leads them further into the gate, heading deeper into the Underworld.

Hades glances back at him. “What’s your name, little goddess?” And oh, that sounds so different coming from his mouth, more like a term of affection than the taunt Ares had made it.

“Persephone.”

Hades shakes his head, glances back again, like he can’t help it. “I already know your title, what I wish to know is your name.”

And Persephone stops in his tracks, pulling the other to a stop with him. The others have only ever referred to him by his title, no one has ever asked for his name before.

“Steve,” he says, and Hades beams at him, and it’s like a little bit of sunlight in this dark place.

“It’s nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Eddie.”

(Later, when Eddie asks about the flowers in his hair, Steve will stare at the coreopsis he'll pluck from his locks, and flush when the flower whispers to him love at first sight.)

Part 2

[suzannahnatters]

Flash Fic: The Gardens of Hades

The gardens of Hades are barren when I come.

He snatches me from the sunlit lands and carries me to the underworld, a dark chasm lit only by the distant flames of Tartarus. His house is of black marble, and as he drags me through the shadowed halls, I try to empty my mind of everything but this moment.

I know the stories. I know that the gods have cruel desires.

Instead, he opens the door to a walled garden. A black pool glitters at the centre. Naked sticks rattle in the earth, but nothing lives here.

“This is yours, Lady Persephone,” he says.

Then he leaves.

.

I’m just glad Hades leaves me alone, so I don’t ask questions. I infuse the pool with light and call grass and asphodel from the dead soil.

When he visits again, he comes with a gift.

“I have brought you a servant.” A veiled shade follows him into the garden.

I wonder if he wants me to thank him for giving me a slave when I once had friends, a desert when I once had flowers.

I wonder why he took me.

Hades inspects a young shrub. “What’s this?”

“A pomegranate,” I say.

For a moment, I think he’s going to speak. Then he swallows the impulse and leaves.

.

On the day my pomegranate tree blooms, I find the shade sitting beneath the tree wiping her eyes with her veil. She says her first word: Springtime.

Little by little, she remembers how to speak. She talks about finishing this garden and moving on, the underworld blooming under my touch.

She doesn’t remember her name, so I call her Lethe.

.

My pomegranate tree bears fruit, but as I peel it open Lethe grabs my wrist. “If you eat, you will become a creature of his realm.”

I hurl the fruit at the wall.

.

It’s only a matter of time till my mother finds me.

Hades keeps sending gifts: servants, seeds, pruning-hooks and shovels. As the garden fills with life, so do the shades. The third time he visits, he dismisses the servants and looks at me with tired eyes. I wonder if he is always this sad.

“Your mother grieves without hope. Crops and men die, and no one sacrifices to the gods.” He sighs. “I am to send you back.”

Back to the home he took from me. Back to mother and wind and sunlight, but first I have one question.

“Why did you take me?” I spit.

He is the lord of the dead. He cannot sugar his words, as other gods might. “I need you,” he admits.

I think of Lethe, and to my surprise, I understand. I am springtime, but he is pain. No wonder the dead suffer, if that is all he can give them.

Before he can stop me, I rip open a pomegranate, and the juice is sour on my tongue.

The gardens of Hades are barren when I come.

But where I tread, they bloom. ---- I wrote this flash fic for the Pilgrim Artists' Festival, a small Christian festival of art, music, and words which runs every year in Tasmania's Huon Valley. The theme for the 2019 festival was "Grief and Hope", and I at once thought of Dorothy Sayers' poem, Rex Doloris, which imagines Hades as the King of Grief. This is the 500-word short story that resulted. I'd been looking for a way of retelling the story for nearly as long as I can remember, and this ficlet is the first step in that process. I can promise you that it won't be the last.

The 2023 Pilgrim Artists' Festival is now open for submissions of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, art, and music from Christian, Nicene-Creed-affirming artists, including children and adults, anywhere in the world. This year's prompt is "Beauty in the Everyday" and there is a 500 word limit on literary entries. There are also dozens of prizes available - check them out and submit here.

[clem-chan]

Flash Fic Weekend Event Part 1

organized by the @ino-supremacy server

Prompts: “It hurts.”/“I know.” & strawberry field

Title: Awakening

Pairing: GaaIno

Summary: The Lord of the Underworld picked his queen in a greenhouse the same way he would have picked a flower.

Rating: T

Word count: 491

Read it under the cut

In the greenhouse, there was no wind, but his robes billowed with each step.

Ino watched him through heavy lids. The humidity of the greenhouse lulled her mind, stretching past her defenses; she was dizzy, too relaxed, barely hanging on to the strong scent of soil and leaves.

At the back of her throat, Ino tasted rot. It drenched her. It drenched the air.

Gaara walked past her, and Ino rolled her shoulders back, tasting her sweat on her upper lip. Him. It was him who smelled of rot, she thought wildly, and her body sank deeper, her mind drifted.

A smile floated on his lips, fleeting.

And a part of her awoken briefly, terrified, gripping at her plants, clawing at reality.

Gaara’s fingers trailed on the table, fluttering, hunting. He hummed as he made his way between the potted plants, only pausing to admire the burst of colours of the flowers. Quietly to himself, he said the names of some of the plants before turning back his gaze toward her.

She fought against his gaze, and the overpowering rotting scent he carried.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she sucked in a deep breath. Weakly, her fingers searched behind her for support. They shook, they probed. They found nothing.  She sat down. And down, and down.

Her feet went through the ground, soil piled up on top of her.

She startled awake again, and again, griping at a drifting soil, her nails biting, black. In front of her, Gaara was now inches from her, towering over her. His pale eyes expanded, swallowing her whole.

“It hurts,” Ino mumbled through ashen lips, shivering, tears rimming her eyes.

She could feel herself dying, her body half-way through the ground. The soil shifted, ceding and receding, and it pulled and pushed and crushed her.

“I know,” Gaara said gently, and his hand pushed her farther down, to the underworld.  

Later, when Ino woke up, she was lying in a field of strawberries, her lips puckered, reddened. She could almost still taste the strawberries on her tongue.

She turned her head, her vision whirling. The sky was wrong, too red. The soil was too dry, only the strawberries moved, while the rest was terribly still.

The wind caught the overwhelming scent of strawberry, shaking the rooted limbs of the plants, agitating their leaves.

Ino blinked.

She barely remembered her greenhouse; it pierced through her mind in flickers, a distant dream.

Her hands curled by her sides, digging through the soil.

Ino looked down at them. They were sticky, painfully red, from the juice of the strawberries she had eaten. She raised her hands to her face, blocking out a blackened sun, and when she did, darkness fell upon her and the strawberries.

“Welcome to the Underworld,” Gaara said, by her head.

She shivered as he combed through her long golden hair.

“This is your home now,” he added, and Ino’s soul flicked out of existence.

[quill-pen]

"So, what relationships inspire your Ebeness ship?"

^^^(Thinking more of them from the actual novel.) Because you bet your patootie Eb and Bess would go all badass and take on an ancient, dark force of evil and kick its ass together. (Note to self, make an oc to use Anthony Hopkins as faceclaim.)

^^^I've never been an Addams Family fan--just not my cup of tea. But even I'm aware of Morticia and Gomez's relationship. If that ain't Ebeness, idk what is.🥺

This amazing art AND This amazing art

[rakshaspeaks]

"My dear wife, I hope you don't plan to accomplish anything for a few days. I intend on taking you to bed and keeping you there. I want to lick the sweat from your skin while I reaquaint my cock with your sweet cunt. If you thought I was insatiable before, you will see me ravenous."

[chthonic-kelpie]

Every time Zagreus dies, he leaves behind a body. Someone has to clean up behind him. For a small fee, of course.

I’m posting two ficlets on this premise every week until Halloween. The rest are on Ao3 (link above) and posted here with the tag “charon’s disposal service.” Happy spooky month!

8. A Natural Death

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1,199

Summary: Zagreus finally reaches the surface.

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The noise of battle quieted outside. That meant Lord Hades was done with Zagreus, and it was time for Charon to go clean up after him. He wouldn’t get much in exchange this time. Zagreus had already spent most of his obol in the Temple of Styx, and Charon knew better than to ask Lord Hades for payment, but it wasn’t a matter of money anymore. Most of Zagreus’s deaths nowadays happened right at the threshold of Charon’s primary job, which meant that if Charon didn’t want to look at a pile of rotting corpses every time he rowed into and out of the Underworld—which he didn’t—he’d need to get used to disposing of those corpses for pocket change.

Still, pocket change was better than nothing. That was what got when Zagreus died in the Temple of Styx. By the time Charon noticed that Zagreus hadn’t come out of the satyr tunnels in a while, it was usually too late. The vermin would eat anything if it stopped moving long enough.

Now, with the quiet winter breeze wafting between the open doors of the temple, Charon packed up his wares, stepped onto his skiff, and rowed upstream. The chill didn’t bother him, and his hat kept the snow out of his eyes, but it did tend to weigh his hat down if he stayed outside long enough. He was glad the river wasn’t too frozen to traverse.

The skiff bumped against the riverbank beside the clearing where Zagreus and Hades had fought. A hundred footsteps pockmarked the snow, which had melted and re-frozen over and over again into bumpy, uneven shapes. Splashes of blood, both red and gold, stained the ground. Zagreus’s body wasn’t there.

“Hrrr?” Charon tied the skiff to a bush and stepped ashore. A trail of footprints led out of the clearing, away from the temple, each print melting deep through the snow to the grass beneath. A trail of cherry-red blood followed the footsteps. Did that mean…Had Zagreus done it? Would he finally get to meet his birth mother?

Bleeding like that, would he make it that far?

The wind picked up, whistling through the trees. Snowflakes dusted the patch of grass inside each footprint, threatening to hide them completely if Charon didn’t act quickly. Pressing his hat to his head, Charon followed the footsteps into the forest, towards the one place in the surface world that he was never supposed to visit.

*

Persephone patted the last of the earth into place, drew a shuddering breath, and got to her feet. That made two times now that she had buried her son. At least this time she knew his death wasn’t permanent. It was a cruel trick of the fates to give them so little time together before Zagreus’s body failed him, but he would return. He had to. They had so much to catch up on.

She marked the spot with a stone and stood back, leaning on her spade. It was harder work digging a grave for a grown adult than for a newborn. There was plenty of room beside the grave, in case she needed to bury more bodies. She never thought she’d find herself hoping for that. “Come back soon, Zagreus,” she said quietly. She never prayed for things anymore, only wished for them. She was very, very careful never to invoke the other gods.

“Huaaagghhhh.”

The spade slipped on the Earth, and Persephone nearly fell over. Spinning around, she saw a dark figure lurking at the fence, and screamed.

The figure took a step backwards. “Uueeeehhhhhh.”

Pressing one hand to her racing heart, Persephone took a second to catch her breath. Those gold-plated robes, that purple glow in his eyes… “Is that…Charon?”

The ferryman shuffled and nodded, holding his boater hat one hand and his oar in the other. Goodness, it really was him. Persephone laughed with disbelief. “Isn’t this a day for surprises. You scared me half to death, you know.”

“Ghhhhnnnnn,” Charon groaned in what Persephone assumed was apology.

She chuckled. Charon’s wasn’t the friendliest face in the Underworld, but it was still a wonderful surprise to see him. It had been so long. She’d grown numb to how much she missed everyone, Nyx and Cerberus and—

No—no, she couldn’t think about him now. What was done was done. “It’s good to see you, old friend. Come around, I’ll meet you at the gate.” Wiping her hands on her skirt, she crossed the garden to let him in at the entryway. “What brings you here?” she asked, when he had caught up. “I assume you’ve not finally decided to make a social call after all these years.”

Charon stepped into the garden and looked around. “Zhhhuuuughhh?”

“Zagreus?” Persephone deciphered. Her smile faltered. “Yes, he was here. But…well, I’ll show you.”

She brought Charon to the newly-filled grave. Thankfully, he understood without needing to explain anything. “Rhhhaaaauuuughhhh,” he said mournfully, holding his hat to his chest.

Persephone nodded, drew a deep breath, and plastered on a smile. “I’m sure he appreciates you looking out for him. He’ll be regenerating at home soon, won’t he?”

“Hshhhhh.” Charon put his hat back on, reached into a pocket of his robes, and pulled out a small rectangle of stiff parchment. He held it out.

“Oh?” Persephone took it, turned it around, and read, “Charon’s disposal service?”

“Ghhhhnnnghhhh.” Charon put a hand to his chest and bowed slightly.

Persephone turned the card over, but there was nothing written on the back. Disposal of what? What sort of things would she need disposed of by someone else?

Oh. With a glance at Zagreus’s grave, she laughed nervously. “I think I’ve got it handled, but if I run out of burial space I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

Charon turned and walked back to the gate. He was never one to leave work for long. Persephone followed him back to the gate to see him out. She waved with a smile, and Charon disappeared into the trees.

It was odd, how a familiar face could send you back in time. And she hadn’t even spent much time with Charon. Zagreus was different, she’d never really gotten a chance to know him, but now…the encounter with Charon dredged up old thoughts and doubts she’d thought were long since settled. Her life in Greece was peaceful, but it could be so terribly lonely. For just a moment, she let herself remember what it had been like at the House, Cerberus running amok, shades constantly filtering in and out, Nyx’s children always around, and Hades…

Her chest hurt. She pushed the memory aside and looked down at the card that Charon had given her. Would he ever consider ferrying her back to Tartarus? Just for a brief visit, just for a day?

No, that was likely to make things worse. Hades must have moved on long ago, if he had kept even her son from her. There was no sense in risking her life here, the little corner of peace and quiet she’d carved out for herself.

Still, she tucked Charon’s calling card away in a safe place in her cottage, just in case.

[ssj2hindudude]

Ok, with the "Hades" game finally getting a sequel and the "Hades and Persephone Ficlets" Webtoon going over the story, I present the following idea for Rick Riordan should he see it:

*cue Nico and Mr. D sitting on the porch playing Mythomagic*

Nico: And I place down Hades. And with the Persephone card next to it, they both now deal double damage.

Mr. D: Not a bad move, kid. You even changed your Demeter card from a Grass variant to an Ice variant.

Nico: I gotta say, this is nice. As much as I like hanging out with Will, it's nice to just spend a little quiet time with a fellow introvert.

Mr. D: Kid, if you've seen some of my parties, you would NOT be calling me an introvert. But yeah, you are one of the more tolerable campers.

Nico: Thanks, I guess?

Mr. D: You know, you actually remind me of myself when I was your age.

Nico: Isn't that just something old people say to feel young again?

Mr. D: I'm trying to compliment you, don't blow it. Anyways, we really have more in common than you think.

Nico: What, you like Happy Meals too?

Mr. D: No. Well, maybe if there's a good prize inside, but no. I'm saying you're not the first son of Hades to get stuck somewhere and essentially lose your old life.

Nico: Son of Hade- but you're the son of Zeus!

Mr. D: I wasn't always

Nico: Wait, so you got stuck at the Lotus Casino too?!?

Mr. D: Not exactly, kid. You see *places down the Dionysus card* this wasn't always my name

Nico: What, you mean this is about your Roman form?

Mr. D: No. This is something else entirely. My name actually used to be-

*places down the Zagreus card and the camera zooms in on it and the story begins*

I call it Kid Z: Mr.D Origins

[gilbirda]

Dead Tired fic rec list!

Is time for some DannyxTim content.

Ghosts Don't go to High School by Evandarya (Danny and Tim have to do a school project together) - some art by goingtoast!

Pearls and Pomegranates by Evandarya (Hades and Persephone inspired. Good stuff)

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend) by Half-dead Ham (Grima101) (I haven't read it personally, but I've heard good things)

family friction by halfagone (milkywxy) (with a side of Anger Management (Jazz/Jason))

Inflatable Unicorn Suprise by Evandarya (first part of Evandarya's Summer fics, with a side of Anger Management and Double Trouble (DamianxDani)) - some Art by goingtoast!

BONUS: Some popular posts & art for them!

Project GH05T - Art by Hleb: This piece and this one

Danny and Tim are online friends since before Danny's accident and Tim becoming Robin

Tim becomes Danny's sugar daddy by accident - Art by Hleb

Danny has a popular coffee shop that Tim frequents

Tim summons the Ghost King with his blood, revealing they are dating to the Justice League - check the reblogs!!! lots of amazing art like this one and this one

This blog (totally not an alien 2) has a lot of DannyxTim posts and prompts.

This blog (stealing your bones) has some DannyxTim prompts (a lot to navigate through), as well as SuperDeadTired (dannyxtimxkon) if that is something you like. Everything is tagged if you don't.

BONUS: Everlasting Insomniacs (aka Everlasting Trio x Tim, DannyxSamxTuckerxTim poly ship)

A Halloween in Amity by petitechatonne (Hallmark movie style plotline where Halloween is at risk)

Third Law of Motion by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt (First part of my Summer fics, with a side of Anger Management)

Short fluffy ficlet by me

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There will be more to come! (Suggestions are welcomed)

Part 2!

[a-gnosis]

I wanted to ask about Aphrodite and Persephone relationship in Eros and Psyche myth. I know it's probably not so supposed to be but I find it funny that Aphrodite sent Psyche to retrieve Persephone's make up box(?) but it's filled with darkness(poison?) that could put Psyche to sleep.

Cuz in context Psyche told Persephone that Aphrodite would like to borrow some of her beauty kit. So I've wondered if Persephone knew of Aphrodite's intention on harming the girl? Or did she expect for Aphrodite to be the one to open the box? Did Aphrodite request for a beauty box knowing Persephone would put something else in it?

Is there any explanation why Persephone gave that or is it just how her "beauty" is?

It just seems like Persephone tried to pull a prank on Aphrodite😆

I have to say that I've never really studied this story, since (unpopular opinion) I think that Eros and Psyche are a bit boring. From what I know, the only account of this story comes from Metamorphoses (also called The Golden Ass) by Apuleius. The text itself doesn't explain Proserpina's motive.

In the underworld Psyche repeats what Venus has told her. "The box was at once filled and closed out of her sight, and Psyche took it." Before she entered the underworld she had been warned about opening the box or trying to find out what was inside. When she did so anyway it says: "But inside there was no beauty-lotion or anything other than the sleep of Hades, a truly Stygian sleep." Is this what happens if the wrong person opens the box? Is the beauty-lotion of gods harmful to mortals? Or was the Stygian sleep in fact intended for Venus? After Cupid releases Psyche from the sleep he tells her to "hurry to complete the task imposed on you by my mother's command". He sees no problem with Venus receiving what is in the box, so it is probably not harmful to her.

But it is tempting to see this as Proserpina trying to pull a prank on Venus (the webcomic Hades and Persephone and other gods ficlets by Gau meo used that interpretation in their take on the story). Psyche was also told to decline the soft cushion and rich food that Proserpina would offer her. Does that mean that those are traps and that the queen of the underworld is a deceitful character?

But I also really like the interpretation that Persephone's beauty is poison to others. ^^

[tennessoui]

I think that I read an au from you with... uh... god Obi getting jealous of Anakin, who when he was little, promised Obi wan (in the form of Old Ben) something (probably like a vow or what not)...

I wonder if you might go into that AU some time...

also the new fishy au you got... obikin being silly XD

hello yes i think this is in reference to the zeus!obi-wan & ganymede anakin fic i wrote as i haven't written much god obi-wan (the other closest would be persephone!obi-wan & hades!anakin)

this au is actually on the shortlist of ficlets i want to lengthen (by 3-4k) and add to my prompt collection on ao3! it's already pretty long for my tumblr aus (2.3k) and i think it's a good stand-alone fic

but honestly the future of this au is just a ton of anakin trying to convince himself and also his godly partner slash ruler slash literally god that anakin should have autonomy

also god obi-wan decides to take padmé's twins because they're also of anakin and anakin promised himself to him so everything that is anakin should be obi-wan's. rightly so.

[genericpuff]

Genuinely curious as to if you asked permission to use Rachel’s characters and she said yes or if you just decided Lore Olympus is popular enough to make a fan comic of and are hoping you don’t receive a cease and desist? Can anyone create a remake comic of original content and just change what you don’t like about it and it’s considered legal if you say the characters belong to the original creator? There is plenty of disappointing media out there that could be remade. I understand you cannot use their characters for profit so is just posting it ok?

Yes, anyone can, because it's called fanfiction lmao Obviously in my case the term "fan" is being used loosely here as at this point it's more like "foe"fiction LMAO but the same principles apply. Unless I try to claim LO is my own creation or make a profit off Rekindled, I should be in the clear. If legal action was taken against me then it would set a precedent against all forms of fanfiction, rewrite, redraw, etc. content around LO which are all essentially doing the same thing Rekindled is doing. I think people tend to view Rekindled as somewhat of an "exception" that's vulnerable to legal action because it's an actual weekly comic put into practice in the same playing field as LO (though they're on massively different bases obviously LOL), but there's not much more separating it from the LO redraw accounts or even the genuine fan accounts that have learned how to draw in Rachel's style (and use it to make their own LO self-inserts and whatnot). I had the time and resources and experience to do what I do through Rekindled, but every redraw, rewrite, fanfiction, etc. account are making the exact same statement I am, whether intentionally or not - "I do/don't like the canon, but/so here's what I think it would be like if it went like this".

There is definitely plenty of media out there that could be remade, and a lot of them are by the fanfiction writers out there who are filling that niche within their respective fandoms. LO is the one I want to do because it's the one that interests me and compels me the most to rewrite.

Not to mention, it's already a bold statement in and of itself to say that I'm "using Rachel's characters", a statement that likely wouldn't hold up in court LMAO Her "characters" are literally just stylized self-insert versions of public domain figures. She did not write The Hymn to Demeter. She did not create Hades, or Persephone, or Hecate, or any of the other characters she writes about. She does not own an entire religion or its deities. The only thing that she really "owns" is the licensing rights to the name "Lore Olympus", and while the style of LO is very unique and identifiable, you can't trademark/copyright a style because that uproots the entire foundation of what art is (ironically no one has had an original idea SINCE the Greeks, we all just learn and adapt our styles based on other artists that we get inspired by and learn from).

Shit, there are series completely unrelated to LO that get harassed or otherwise warned that they could cross into "legal territory" with LO just because they're Greek myth comics. Punderworld, Theia Mania, H x P Ficlets, all of these are comics that also tackle the H x P myth, and while they aren't attempting to do the same thing as Rekindled (as they exist on their own terms) it's really disappointing when I see people talk about these comics purely through the scope of Lore Olympus as if LO invented Greek myth. If WT/Rachel tried to pull rank over the story's "characters", they'd be picking a fight with every other Greek myth comic, book, movie, etc. and they oughta know that's not a fight they're gonna win lol

So everything beyond LO's branding is, in and of itself, fanfiction. Rekindled is just another level deeper by being fanfiction of a fanfiction. As long as I'm not profiting off Lore Olympus' namesake or distributing my work with the misconception that I created LO, it's legally fine. Morally, I'm sure it doesn't exactly make me a saint to do it, it definitely took a lot of hubris for me to say "yeah I don't like how you wrote your story enough that I felt the need to rewrite it completely" and I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking doing so is icky. There are certain lines I won't cross - I don't use the general LO hashtags because my content is very critical and my work isn't really for the fans, I don't encourage anyone to "show Rachel" what I do here because none of what I do here is obligated to be seen by her (and I know it wouldn't be in her best interest to see it anyways, she's literally said that she doesn't like criticism so why tf would I wanna show her a comic that exists to criticize her work lol), and I'm not planning on posting it to Webtoons because that's Rachel's territory. I don't want to overstep both in the legal sense and in the moral one. I think it's more than enough for me to just post my stuff here for the people who are seeking it, and not profit off it or directly affiliate it with LO/Rachel beyond crediting.

All that said, in a moral and legal sense, what I'm doing is literally the basis of fanfiction, and I wouldn't be going to such lengths and spending this much time every week putting out episodes every week if I never cared about LO and how it made us all feel, even if some of us don't love it as much as we used to.

[matchingbatbites]

Part 1

Steve visits Eddie often. He loves being around the other man, loves how kind Eddie is, how funny he is for someone who rules the dead. He seems to love making Steve laugh and is always cracking jokes that send the goddess into giggles.

Honestly, Steve spends more time than he should in the Underworld, but Eddie has so many duties to tend to, it makes more sense for Steve to come to him than the other way around.

It’s nearly a year since he met Eddie that his joy is brought to an end. Steve is summoned to Olympus, is told that his visits are sending the world into chaos.

He didn’t know that traveling to the Underworld would cut the human world off from his magic, that the plants that bloomed with his presence would die off when the connection is severed.

Zeus bans him from visiting Hades, and Steve ignores the smug look on Ares’ face, the pitying looks from Hera and Aphrodite. Not all of the gods are here to witness his humiliation, but there are enough to make him flush with shame, to have him leaving as soon as he's able to.

Aphrodite catches him before he gets too far, her hair and robes both immaculate even as tears stream down her face. “Ares told them where you were going. I tried to stop him, but he’s… bitter. Jealous.”

She takes his hand, holds it between her own. “I can tell that your feelings are true, and that Hades feels the same for you. I wish I could help you, Persephone. You both deserve happiness.”

And like a stroke of lightning, Steve knows what must be done.

He thanks her and leaves Olympus, finds the nearest gate and descends into the Underworld. Cerberus is given three loving pets as Steve passes by, heading to the garden behind Eddie’s home.

The plants have been thriving thanks to Steve’s frequent visits, the flowers are in full bloom and the plants that can fruit are full and heavy with produce. He plucks a pomegranate from its branch, and stares at it as he remembers.

The goddess had found Eddie eating one on his third or fourth visit, and the older had stopped him when he’d gone to grab a few of the seeds for himself.

“You can’t eat anything grown in this realm. You’ll be stuck here if you do.”

Eddie had looked almost sad as he’d said it, and Steve had tipped his head to the side.

“Are you saying you don’t want me around?”

“No! I mean, I would-” Eddie stopped himself, took a breath. “You don’t belong down here. This place is far too dark, too bleak. It doesn’t deserve you.”

And Steve could read between the lines, could hear what Eddie wasn’t saying. He had ignored it at the time, let Eddie be right, but now? Now Steve knows that Eddie is the only one who deserves him.

Call him selfish, but no one has ever treated Steve the way Eddie does, has cared for him so, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in the Underworld, side by side with the man he loves.

He tears open the pomegranate as a voice comes from the house.

“Steve? I didn’t realize you were here.”

Steve turns to face him, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s hands, dripping with red as he holds the fruit in his hands. His face pales and his eyes jump back to Steve’s.

“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a cautious step forward.

“Do you love me?” Steve asks in return. Just seeing Eddie has firmed his decision, and he stands, unwavering as he watches the other man pause at the question.

“I do. More than anything.” Eddie seems nervous, but his voice is steady, and Steve knows he's telling the truth.

“If I asked it, would you let me stay? Let me stand by your side for the rest of time itself?”

Eddie steps closer, now in arms reach. “I would. I would not turn you away, even if it meant my life.”

Steve’s eyes don’t waver from Eddie’s as he scrapes a handful of seeds from the fruit and shoves them in his mouth.

The juice is tart at first, but is followed by a delicious sweetness, something that reminds Steve of Eddie himself, and as he swallows, Steve can feel the shift within him.

Hands grab his face and the fruit falls to the ground as Steve grabs Eddie in return, both meeting in a desperate kiss. Magic flows between them, invisible threads tying them together in a bond so concrete, even the Fates themselves could not cut them.

They pull back after a moment, and Steve’s eyes drop to the red smear across Eddie’s mouth, something that is surely mirrored across his own.

“My wonderful little goddess,” Eddie mutters, awestruck as he places another kiss to Steve’s lips, more tender than the last.

“You're stuck with me now,” the goddess responds, sending them both into giggles, and yeah. It feels good to be selfish.

(Later, Steve will cut a deal with the rest of the gods. He will come back for half a year at a time and tend to his duties, leaving his beloved twin Demeter in charge while he’s gone, in exchange for Zeus’ blessing to have children. Zeus will have no choice but to agree.)

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Tagging @stardustonpages because they respectfully asked for more <3

[christinesficrecs]

hello again! can you rec some Hades and Persephone! sterek au... it can be both ao3 fics or tumblr ficlets 🤭

sending lots of love <3

Hey!

Well, I have some greek mythology AUs. There is a post here and also these ones. I love, love, love this one. ❤️

The Flower That Blooms In Adversity by CelestialVoid | 12.2K

When Stiles Stilinski – the God of nature and harvests – is bitten by a viper, Derek Hale – the God of the Underworld – fights to keep him alive, taking him to the Underworld where he can keep him safe. However, the Heavens are not happy.

Of Love & War by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 9.9K | Explicit

“Why? Why can’t I have what the others have? I don’t want this.”

He wanted the flowers and festive wine; the vows of chastity and marriage. He wanted the menageries of animals that were given sanctuary in the temples of other gods. He did not want blood or pain. He did not want the fear he had seen in the animal’s eyes.

“War is an ugly thing when humans have nothing to respect. You will be that rallying point that brings stability to the chaos.”

Derek clenched his eyes shut, knowing that he’d never have a moment’s peace if his life was to glorify such carnage.

A Declaration Of Might by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle | 14.8K | Explicit

Stiles and his father were moving to a new town, along with Scott and Lydia. The three of them being demigods, at times, tended to complicate things. Especially since Stiles' mother was an elder goddess. He only hoped that if there were any gods that nestled in their new town, they would at least be able to get along. As it turned out, there was one. And they got along more than well. And Stiles had no issue with that whatsoever.

The Longing Of Rebirth by MelodramaticSalad | 4.3K

The role that Derek played was guardian to the underworld, a place that chilled one to the bone at the simple thought of it. For the most part, he lived there alone with the souls of those that had passed to keep him company. The work was always busy and always thankless, colder than the ground one was buried in.

He longed for the warmth of the sun, for springtime when the flowers bloomed. Was his role a mistake? He'd always wondered if he was cursed and if this was how things would always be.

[titanlord231]

I’m gonna start posting some Ficlets from a possible future AU for the show Kaos on Netflix (please go watch it y’all, it is so good and needs a season 2 after that ending). The AU is gonna be called Godfall, it takes place after a potential war between the gods that leaves all of them mortal, and gives us a few cute couples.

My current plans are for a Eurydice/Caeneus ficlet, a Dionysus/Orpheus ficlet, and a Persephone/Hades ficlet. Please support them if you enjoy and I might post some full fics on AO3 for the show.

[the-reincarnated-princess]

My weekly recommendations to you:

If you loved Your Throne but found it a bit too violent/dark/gory, check out From a Knight to a Lady, and if you loved either but wanted a bit more humor, try out A Martial Master Wakes Up as a Concubine (really, don't let the title fool you it's really good).

If you loved Remarried Empress but are a bit sick of how Rashta is getting dragged and the whole classism in RE, try I abdicate my title as empress.

If you loved the early artstyle of Lore Olympus go for Mindful Love, and if you're more into the greek myth aspect, check out Hades & Persephone and other gods ficlets and anything related by Gaumeo, in canvas. If you want other myths revisitied, have a look at To You Who Doesn't Love Me or When Jasy WHistles

Loved UnOrdinary? Go check out City of Blank.

Loved The Guy Upstairs or My Deepest Secret? Check out Silent Screams.

Loved ORV? Check out The Greatest Estate Developer! Questism might be your thing too.

Loved Dear Nemesis? Have a look at I'm the Queen in this Life!