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Music in the Rain

Oh god, this fic is so bad. But I wanted it out of my docs so here you go! 

And I finally wrote about Phoebe so I’m happy!

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Orpheus never minded the rain. He loved the tip taps they made as they fell from the heavens, the lukewarm feeling that sent goosebumps running up and down his arms, the sweet the smell of fresh wet dew on patches of green earth from after the showers had finished and the water’s run out. He loved stomping in muddy puddles, the streaks of dirty residue dripping down his bare skin and staining any fabric possible. Hermes had given up trying to dissuade the boy from his rainy time routine, saying he’d catch a cold and be paraded to the underworld away from the light and green of nature. That only encouraged the child to continue, saying he needed to play more before Hades came for him. 

But thunderstorms… that was a different story. 

Orpheus hates thunder. The booming sounds that shook the earth, rumbling in anger, scaring Orpheus to the core. The strikes of lightning cracked the sky, parting the grey clouds. The trees dancing in tandem to the howling winds somber tune. It was dark, loud, unknown. Everything Orpheus hated. 

It was pouring outside. Fat droplets dripped off the tin rafters, soaking wooden walls, flooding rocky streets. The washed-out denim blue sky was hidden behind near pitch-black clouds, light by stray streaks of light. 

Orpheus sat outside the bar’s back exit, the rowdy musings of the patrons bleeding through the wide-open door. Knees curled tightly to his chest, Orpheus sat on the final of the damp wooden steps and listened to the rhythm of the rain. He couldn’t handle the crowd, their close bodies and sweltering heat caused the boy to sweat. They talked too loud, their laughs and screamed commands never failed to make Orpheus jump out of his skin. He came for Mister Hermes and the band. Music calmed him, the notes swam around him like a school of fish, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. With music, he felt whole, like nothing could hurt him. Not the strongest men nor the most bitter of weather could touch him. 

But the band was late. It was now 6:21 PM. They were due to start twenty-one minutes ago but no, there was nothing. They were off schedule which caused Orpheus to twitch as each minute ticked by. He wrung his hands and turned his head from side to side. No one seemed to care about the musicians' tardiness which only caused Orpheus to panic even more. 

Hermes watched the small child from the corner of his eyes. He watched as he slowly grew more frazzled, hands performing a dizzying routine as he stepped further and further away from the swarming attendees. “Orpheus!” The boy swiftly shifted his head to face the older God. His eyes were wide and teary. Hermes tilted his head in the direction of the back exit. Orpheus seemed to catch his drift as he quickly rushed to the back out of sight. Between a choice of the overwhelming crowd and the looming storm approaching, Orpheus chose the storm. 

A crack of lightning flashed in the sky followed by a thunderous boom. Orpheus whimpered, tucking his legs even closer to his chest, leaving no space to move. The rain soaks his clothes, drops falling from the roof, clinging tightly to his shivering frame. His brown choppy hair, wet and in despite need of a haircut, framed his eyes nearly blinding his vision. 

“Orpheus.”

Orpheus jumped (flinched), turning his body to see a familiar presence standing in the frame of the doorway. “Mister Her-Hermes?”

The God made his way over to the boy, taking slow deliberate steps. Orpheus scooted over, leaving a dry spot on the damp wood. As Hermes reached the edge of the slim porch steps, he debated whether he should sit or stand. He opted to stand. “I see you took my advice, didn’t think you’d sit directly in the rain but I should’ve seen that coming.”

Hermes only meant to tease, get Orpheus to crack a smile but the boy only turned about to face the sky, his face sopping wet. In the distance, there were only towering trees, stray lines of rusty train tracks and a weeping sky. “Orpheus?” 

Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky followed by the sound of thunder. Orpheus flinched, eyes squeezed shut and fingers clenched right to the edge of his ears he curled into himself even tighter. Little wet streams raced down his cheeks and Hermes realized those weren’t raindrops. 

“Orpheus…” Orpheus shook where he sat, body trembling so violently, his vibrations stood out against the grey weeping sky and forest backdrop. 

Hermes sighed, opening up his arms just the slightest bit, welcoming the shivering boy to join him. “Come ‘ere.” Orpheus paused for a fraction of a second until another crash in the sky startled him into action. He jumped up from his spot on the bottom step and rushed straight into Hermes’ waiting arms. 

Now, Hermes wasn’t usually an affectionate God. Before Orpheus, he wasn’t known for opening his thoughts, mind or especially not his physical body. He kept his distance, formed his boundaries. But that all changed when the young boy began to live with him. Suddenly, hugs and constant affirmations of love, support and kindness were the norms. Hermes was learning how to be a caregiver but was finding the job to be more rewarding than he’d once imagined. Even if it meant having his meticulously maintained suit get drowned in snot, salty tears and rainwater. 

“You hear the music, my child?” Hermes attempted to steer the boy's mind away from his fear and focus it on something he knew was warmer. 

Orpheus shook his head, “Mister Hermes, the band isn’t playing.”

“I don’t mean the band Orpheus. I meant the rain, the thunder.”

“The rain? The thunder?” Orpheus repeated, confused by what Hermes has meant. Music in the weather? 

Hermes nodded, “aigh. The rain and thunder are the Earth’s music. Mother Nature is blessing us with her symphony. She heard us play our songs with our instruments and bands and decided she wanted to join in as well. She sat us down leaving us no choice but to hear her play. Even added some lightning for effects.” Hermes paused and stared down at the young boy, “you hear it now my child?” 

Orpheus turned his head to the rain, closing his eyes and tuning his ears he tried to hear the song Mother Earth was so desperately trying to play. 

Then, he heard it. 

It might have been his brain, but the sound of hypnotic rain soon changed into the sound of steady drumming, the thunder a quick crash of cymbals. Soon the sound of strummed guitar and bass strings joined the mix, followed by the melody of a piano, lastly joined by the brass notes of the sax and horns. 

It was beautiful. 

‘‘guess the band made it after all,’ Hermes thought to himself. He wanted to get up, tell Orpheus that his patience and waiting had paid off and they could go inside. But instead, the god was greeted to the look of pure enchantment etched upon the child’s face. No trace of fear could be found. Hermes could see him taking it all in- the sound, the picture, the world, and its beauty. 

“I hear it,” Orpheus muttered. “I hear her song, Muster Hermes.” His voice was filled with wondrous marvel. 

“I’m glad, my child.”

The two sat out there alone as the storm continued. The sweet sound of the earth’s falling rain and thunder blending with the band’s music, producing the song of Mother Nature and her people. 

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The soft sound of crunching leaves could be heard from under black faux leather boots. Orpheus trudged his way up the muddy path to his small home where his family waited for him. The smell of rain filled the air and his nose - a storm was approaching. Orpheus wasn’t afraid of thunderstorms anymore, but the thought of facing one still filled him with traces of anxiousness. He shook his head and continued walking, deciding to focus his mind on happier ideas. 

Orpheus thought of home. He pictured his kids spread about the floor, smiles glazed upon their lips. He could imagine Miko, draped in the same navy hoodie he first came home in, and Hyacinth, hair tied up in messy pigtails, making silly faces at one another. The crazier the face the harder the two would laugh till tears formed in their eyes. He could see his youngest snuggled up close in her mother’s lap. One of Eurydice’s warm honey arms loosely wrapped around her daughter's center, the other brushed back short, faintly-wavy locks. Eurydice. Orpheus thought of his wife, his beautiful wife. He’d walked to hell and back as many times as necessary for her and he knew she’d do the same for him or any member of their family. They had been through so much in the past decade, but to Orpheus, it was all worth it. 

Cool raindrops fell, hitting Orpheus’ chilled skin, snapping him from his thoughts. Daydreaming could wait, the real world was waiting for him. 

As Orpheus inched closer to the rickety steps that led to the front door, he swore he could see the shape of something, no someone? 

“Phoebe?”

The small girl turned her head and smiled sweetly at her father, flapping her chubby fingers up and down in a childlike wave. In one hand was a bath towel that spilled out partially onto the ground. 

Orpheus sighed, letting a small chuckle escape from his lips. “Why are you out here by yourself, Bee?” 

Phoebe pointed back at him. Phoebe rarely ever verbally spoke. The three-year-old had trouble producing certain sounds and letters and preferred instead to communicate with body language: her eyes and hands. Orpheus never minded this, whatever made his child more comfortable the better. 

“Were you waiting for me?” Phoebe nodded, twisting the towel in her hands before offering it to Orpheus. He graciously grabbed the towel from her waiting hands and began to dry himself off. Drying his hair and exposed skin, even his lyre case, he asked, “were you waiting out here by yourself?” 

Before the toddler could respond, the sky growled letting out a roar of thunder that shook the trees. Phoebe jumped before rushing to hide in the solace of her father's legs. Her grip was tight. If his pants weren’t already wrinkled, they would definitely be some noticeable additions. He could feel wet spots began to form from where his daughter’s tears fell. “Oh, baby,” Orpheus wrapped the towel around his neck and shoulders and bent down to scoop his little girl in his arms. Phoebe immediately hid her head in the crook of his neck, half against his skin, half against the sopping wet towel. “Phoebe,” Orpheus cooed, gently rocking the sobbing girl in his hands, “baby did the thunder scare you?” Phoebe didn’t respond, choosing instead to cling even tighter to Orpheus’ shirt. “Thunderstorms can be kinda scary, huh? I used to be scared of them too. But then, your uncle Hermes taught me something about storms that made me not scared anymore.”

Phoebe lifted her head slightly to stare at the dad, tiny tears glazed her misty eyes. She cocked her head as if to ask what he meant. Orpheus swiped the stray tears that trailed down her cheeks, “Did you know that rain, thunder, and storms are songs that are being shared to us from Mother Earth?” Orpheus placed his daughter on the ground and removed his lyre off his back. He sat on the porch steps and guided Phoebe to his lap, laying the wooden instrument over both of them. “She sits us down and graces us with her song. A song that is different every time and only here for a short time. The rain and thunder come together and create a beautiful sound we get to hear.”

Orpheus begins to strum, playing along with the falling rain and thundering storm. He feels his daughter begin to relax against his chest as his fingers stroke against familiar strings. He tries to match with the tempo of the rain, humming a soft and sweet melody. 

Suddenly, the sound of buzzing and rattling joined in the mix. Orpheus craned his neck back to see the rest of his family peeking out from around the door frame - Miko blowing away at his kazoo, Hyacinth wildly shaking her bean shakers she made in school. Eurydice stood there with her arms crossed, grinning at the scene playing out in front of her. 

Orpheus winked at his wife and smiled brightly at his two other children before turning back to his lyre and the child in his lap. Their music was chaotic - the shakers were off-beat and the kazoo was off-tune and overpowered the soft sounds of the lyre. It was more noisy racket than actual music, it wasn’t a traditional song by any stretch of the imagination, but glancing down at Phoebe, that didn’t matter. The tiny girl’s face lit up with astonishment at the sound her family was making. She didn’t care about the quality, she was just happy the ones she cared about most were around her. Storms were a lot less frightening when loved ones were with you. 

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God this fic was terrible. I’m so sorry.

#hadestown #miko and company #miko and company au #I stop writing for a month and lose all skill

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I headcanon that lil phoebe LOVES playing with and tending to baby animals especially in the springtime

IS THAT A PHOEBE HC I SEE????

Oh god I’ve been waiting for thsi day!!

Sunny yes, absolutely yes!!! Phoebe loves baby animals!! All animals just end up gravitating to her especially baby animals. She best friends are a baby doe, a baby squirrel (which she definitely tried to keep as a pet and it borderline is) and an old barn cat.

There’s a really cute picture of Phoebe in a patch of grass surround by her animals friends and spring flowers and every time Orpheus sees it, he cries. Without fail.

#i love my phoebe #miko and company #miko and company au

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out of the three kids who is the most likely to stay out after curfew? who needs the most pushing to get out of bed? who has the weirdest hobby?

Most likely to stay out after curfew?

That’s Hyacinth. Absolutely Hyacinth. Like Miko and Phoebe will stay out after curfew by accident but Hyacinth would do it deliberately and constantly. To her the fun stuff happens at night and she runs on reverse psychology rules: of you tell her not to go/do something, she’s gonna go/do it.

Needs the most pushing to get outta bed?

Again Hyacinth lol but Miko prefers to sleep in as well. But the one who has to get talked into sleeping in is Phoebe. The scale goes like:

Deepest sleeper/will sleep the longest if you let her: Hyacinth

Middle sleeper: Miko (he used to be a super light sleeper but after a few years he was able to sleep better)

Lightest sleep/god why are you awake??: Phoebe

And weirdest hobby?

I’ll tell you one weird/fascinating hobby for each kid!

Miko: has a serious obsession with bandages and will always be wearing one even if he doesn’t need one. Like Miko will ask for bandages for nonexistent injuries but Orpheus and Eurydice just give him some because they knew there’s a deeper reason for why he does it.

Hyacinth: not particularly a hobby but Hyacinth will constantly go to the bar and help Hermes with stock and finances (well as much help as a child can do). Even from a young age she’s extremely good at math and memorizing where things go or how much of something is left so Hermes gets her to count for him and she loves it.

Phoebe: every morning and night Phoebe will walking into the neighboring woods and tell each animal, which of course she has named, good morning/goodnight. And she can tell the difference between each animal! No one knows how she can but she does it!

#miko and company #miko and company au

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I’m writing the next installment for this au (it’s centered on Orpheus, Hermes and Phoebe!) but I need motivation.

Can I get some questions for this au?

#sweetly (begging) asking #hadestown

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Guess what guys??? After weeks of no content and school (and my mental health) kicking my buttocks...

I’M BACK!!!!!

I’m gonna start uploading content to this blog again so if there’s any story ideas or headcanon prompts or even just questions you want to do send it here!!!

#im be on spring break by wednesday the latest #so after that IM READY!! #hadestown

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Orpheus and Hyacinth vibes

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Instead of continuing this poetry project and reading this book that makes me feel like I’m having a stroke

I want to answer questions and headcanons instead.

Please send some, I’ve had a rough day.

#hadestown

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Eurydice (and Orpheus, of course) Weep at a School Presentation

I’ve had this story written for months now but I’ve hesitated posting it. But now I’m like WHATEVER! Dedicated to @dilforpheus for guessing right (and plus you beta-read it months ago before I finished it).

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Eurydice wasn’t an easy crier- she kept her emotions in check, never wanting to be vulnerable in front of others. It was never her forte to break out and sob. But things change. If someone five years ago, would’ve told her she would cry at her adopted son’s school presentation on his family, she would’ve thought that they were insane. Yet, here she was, standing in the back of the new schoolhouse, dabbing her eyes with one of her husband’s spare bandannas as her son held up a large sheet of paper with a hand-drawn family portrait on it in front of an audience of fellow classmates, teachers and parents. The presentation had barely started and was already a mess. She wanted to blame her reaction on the pregnancy hormones, her chubby fingers cradling her protruding seven-month baby belly or the dust in the air, but she’s sure no one would fully believe her even if she tried. 

Orpheus wasn’t fairing much better either- full, fat tears streamed down his red, blotchy cheeks. A wide smile took up nearly his entire face, and a sense of sheer pride radiated from his body. 

“This is me, my Mama Euri, my Papa Orphy, Unkal Hermes, Auntie Sephy, and Unkal Hades,” the boy quietly pointed at each carefully drawn figure, all standing side by side with big smiles except for Hades who had a much more modest line with a tad curly end. “Uhh, don’t worry doe, Unkal Hades seems scary but, but he’s very nice!” Miko focused back to the two bodies in the center, a tidal wave of confidence seemed to flow through his body at the mere sight of them even in crayon form, “my Mama and Papa are the bestest in the world! Mama is strong! She fighted mean people and saved me! And she always kisses my booboos when I get hurt. Papa is super kind and really good at music. He sings me songs when I get nightmares and lets me perform with him at unkal Hermes bar! They let me say jokes and cook and we all get to be silly! Unkal Hermes tells me cool stories and Auntie Sephy dances with me. And Unkal Hades saved me from a snowstorm!” 

Miko slowed his words and dipped his head down, gripping the paper tighter in his balled fist, “sometimes...I’m no good for Mama and Papa. I’m shy and cry a lot and cause trouble. I not a good boy. Not good enough...they uhh, adapted me and Mama is gonna have a new baby and sometimes, I ‘fraid they won’t  want me anymore...” Miko’s words slurred and his lips began to quiver. Concerned and confused murmurs began to arise from the crowd. It took every ounce of strength for Orpheus and Eurydice not to run-up to the front of the classroom and yank the small child into their arms and affirm none of that was true. They loved him and that would never change.  

Suddenly, Miko’s eyes meet with Orpheus and Eurydice’s and without any words, a sense of understanding course through their bodies. The young child took a deep breath, “Unkal Hermes says that family is deeper than blood. He adapted, no, a-dop-ted, my Papa when he was my age and they love each other very much. And my Mama and Papa say they love me lots just like I love them, so it’s okay! My baby brother or sister comes soon and I’m not scared anymore. I wanna be the best big brother ever! I’m gonna teach them to paint and play the kazoo and love them lots and keep them safe. Just like Mama and Papa do for me. My family is the bestest and I would never ever never change it!”  He lowered the paper and gave a deep bow. 

Thunderous applause broke out over the room, a few children screamed, and even a whistle or two rang through their ears. And as if the invisible restraints had been unlocked and lifted, Eurydice and Orpheus jumped from their seats and tore upfront, gently bumping and pushing through the sea of bodies and chairs with fumbled “excuse me’s.”

Orpheus gets there first. Miko barely had time to acknowledge his parent's arrival before he’s raised into the air and pulled close to Orpheus’ chest, the portrait slowly falling to the ground. Eurydice is a mere second behind. Miko smile quickly morphs into a frazzled frown, “Papa, Mama? You’re crying...you upset? I make you sad?”

“No, no, no,” Eurydice hastily objected, smiling wide, “the opposite baby. We loved it.”

“They’re happy tears,” Orpheus added, voice hoarse from crying. Hefty tears still poured down his face and dripped into his clothes. 

“Really?” Miko asked astonished. 

Eurydice nodded, cupping the side of her son’s face in her hands, “really and truly. We’re so proud of you, Miko. We couldn’t have asked for a better son.”

“Not in a million years,” Orpheus kissed the dark brown skin between Miko’s temple and cheekbone. 

The tears Miko had been holding back promptly began to flow. The boy brought his tiny fist up to his eyes as he sobbed. “Mama, Papa!” Orpheus and Eurydice held the boy tight in their arms, whispering soft and assured ‘we love you’s’ and others sweet affirmations. None of them cared they were still standing front and center in the schoolhouse. This moment was more important than the public’s perception. 

“You’re gonna have to do that presentation again for Uncle Hermes,” Eurydice chimed, bending down to pick up the forgotten picture on the ground. 

“And Lady Persephone when she returns,” Orpheus added wiping a stray line of tears from his and his son's cheeks.

“You think they’ll like it?” Miko asked quietly, a hopeful expression glazing his face. 

Eurydice smiled, reaching out to take her husband's hand, “I’m sure they’ll love it.” The three make their way out of the schoolhouse building, the sun peeking out from behind the clouds to shine down on the path back home. 

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#miko and company #miko and company au #orphydice #hadestown

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This will be going into effect on here and my main blog as well.

Announcement: I will be taking a break from writing fanfiction for a bit.

I’m not sure how long the break will be but due to some personal reasons and factors, writing fanfics have been more harmful for my mental health than fun. I’m sorry if I’m letting anyone down but I just really need this break to focus on other things.

But with that being said: I will be writing during my break, maybe some fics but I’m gonna mostly try to focus and get some work done on my personal story/ animated pitch.

But I do need help deciding which story to focus on and develop further so I might post my ideas on here. If anyone would like help me in my decisions/suggestions I’ll gladly take them!!

Thank you and I’m sorry again.

#this break probably wont last long #but who knows?

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Uh Sparrow...

The groundhog not seeing it’s shadow means spring is gonna come, not six more weeks of winter...

So yay Orpheus!

The goundhog didn’t see his shadow yesterday, aka: Hades and Seph are fighting again and WE NEED TO HELP THEM FIX IT

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Guys class is halfway over and I have no prompts...

I will literally take any!!

I have an extremely boring class so instead of focusing I want to write some prompts focusing on either Orpheus or Eurydice with/without one or more of the kids to pass the time!

Send me prompts please and thank you!!

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Phoebe vibes

#shes babey #miko and company au #miko and company #phoebe

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I have an extremely boring class so instead of focusing I want to write some prompts focusing on either Orpheus or Eurydice with/without one or more of the kids to pass the time!

Send me prompts please and thank you!!

#hadestown

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I’m surprised how fast I wrote this story…but here it is!!

Miko is about 6 here. 

Keep reading

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Phoebe with Cerberus vibes!!!

B I G  boys 😍 by @mvp_bullies

#the other head is just hiding lol #miko and company au #miko and company #phoebe

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Hyacinth Fistfights an Asshole Kindergartener

That’s the title in my google docs and I’m gonna keep it that way. This is the first story staring my chaos causing child Hyacinth! And yes, she gets into a fight...What is this au...?

Enjoy Mama Eurydice and chaos child Hyacinth!!!

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“So, you wanna tell me why Miko had to run over from your school to go get your father at the bar during his shift today?” Eurydice’s harshly whispered, rocking a passed out Phoebe in her arms. 

Hyacinth said nothing, swinging her dangling legs wildly back and forth from on top of the old wooden seat. Her face, covered with minuscule scratches, wrought with hot frustration. In her hand she nursed a dull pencil, a sheet of paper lay blank on the table in front of her. 

Eurydice placed her youngest daughter in her crib. She had moved it out into their living room area earlier so she could keep an eye on the child as she cleaned. The sleeping toddler’s chest rose and fell, small soft snores slipping from her lips. Brushing down tufts of caramel brown hair, Eurydice turned to face her eldest daughter, a stern look of disapproval etched on her face. “You need me to fill you in?”

Hyacinth shrugged, pushing the wooden stick back around the table with her finger. 

“You got into a fight with one of the kids in your class!”

“No, I beat up a stupid boy in my class!”

“That’s not-” Eurydice sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her five-year-old was gonna be the death of her… “why would you do that?”

“It’s his fault!” The girl protested, slamming her hands on the table. Her face, beet red with anger. 

“Shh, I just managed to get your sister to sleep,” Eurydice shushed the girl, tuning her ears to see if she could detect a spare whimper or whine from the crib a few feet away. Today has been a rough day- the youngest baby of the bunch had woken up with a fever leaving the mother of three to stay home from work and look after her. Orpheus, with Eurydice’s insistence, went to work his shift at the bar alone.she has just gotten Phoebe to eat something when suddenly the rest of her family burst through the door. Their faces said it all - Orpheus: concerned, Miko: frantic and tear-stricken and Hyacinth’s busted you with cuts and bruises. Eurydice sent Orpheus back to work with Miko tagging along, she needed some one-on-one time with her daughter to figure everything out. 

“Your teacher said you launched yourself over the table and punched the boy repeatedly?” Hyacinth lowered her head and shrugged once more. Eurydice continued on, “she had to pull you off of him?”

“Maybe…” Hyacinth whispered back quietly. 

“Oh honey,” Eurydice sighed bringing her hand to squeeze the sides of her face near her eyes. “Why? You’re usually such a sweet girl.”

Hyacinth kept her silence, picking at a stain on her shirt that was either a drop of dried juice or blood. Oh please let that be juice...

Eurydice crouched down on her knees, not exactly eye to eye level with her daughter. “Your daddy was scared,” Eurydice spoke softly. 

Hyacinth glances up, “really?”

Eurydice nodded, “he thought you were hurt bad. Your brother was pretty distraught as well.”

Hyacinth cocked her head to the side looking like a confused puppy dog, “dis-trot?”

“Upset,” Eurydice corrected. 

Hyacinth dipped her head once more, tiny tears fell from her eyes, “I made Mi-Mi sad?” she asked through feeble sobs. 

Eurydice pulled her daughter close, wiping away streaks of tears, “oh Firefly, it’s okay. Daddy and Mi-Mi were just worried about you that’s all. No more crying okay?”

Hyacinth nodded pulling away from her mother’s embrace, weakly scrunching up her nose as she sniffled, “okay mommy.”

Eurydice smiled, running her hands through loose strands of her daughter's jet black previously pigtailed hair. “Can you tell mommy what made you so upset?”

Hyacinth gave a quick shake of her head and took a deep breath, “show and tell.”

Show and tell?”

Hyacinth nodded, “I took Mi-Mi’s picture he made of us to show and tell.” The picture was a family portrait Miko has done a few weeks back, showing off not only the immediate family of five but the Godly relatives of Hermes, Persephone and Hades as well. “Cyrus kept saying that it was dumb and that Uncle Hermes and Auntie Seph weren’t our family. I told him to shut up. But he didn’t stop! Then he said Daddy was a sissy boy and Mi-Mi wasn’t my brother ‘cause he don’t look like me and started calling him a street rat! I got really mad and started beating him up real good...I’m sorry Mommy I didn’t mean to make you and Daddy and Mi-Mi sad.”

Eurydice felt very blood boil under her skin, her face grew scorching hot and fiery red, “no baby, you’re fine. That boy deserved it.”

“I know! He’s the worst!” Hyacinth yelled, raising her arms wildly in the air. A stray squeal broke out causing Eurydice and Hyacinth to jump. They turned in the direction of the forgotten baby but her eyes were shut tight, babbling in her sleep. 

“The absolute worst,” Eurydice agreed at a much quieter volume. “You still shouldn’t go around punching other kids though.”

“Even when they deserve it?”

“Even then.”

“Okay…” Hyacinth agreed dejectedly. The two smiled at each other, “do I still have to write an ‘I’m sorry’ letter?” 

“No, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Good, stupid Cyrus doesn’t need one anyway,” the child folded her arms dramatically with a huff. 

Eurydice laughed, “how ‘bout instead, you help me make dinner to make it up to Daddy and Miko?”

“‘Kay!” she agreed hopping down from her spot at the table and racing to the kitchen. 

This child will be the death of me, Eurydice thought to herself with a smile, walking over to make sure her excited child doesn’t harm herself any further.

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Tag: @hollywoodx4 @dilforpheus

#miko and company #miko and company au #eurydice #hyacinth

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List of credits for every icon:

I’m an idiot who forgot to put the credits...

https://picrew.me/image_maker/4826

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#picrew credit #i didnt make any of these besides some edits!!! #picrew #i hsve so msny picrews of miko/everyone