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Halloween Treat
Hey y’all. Long time no see! I..love Halloween. It’s my favorite holiday. I realized there was nothing here for it, so this is my little halloween treat to myself. That being said this has some suggestive moments, and there will be a blatantly explicit variation posted on AO3 in the next 24 hours. I wanted to get this up by Halloween being her and I'm going to make that cut by 45 minutes. I have a few more things I’m hoping to get up this week as well, but this one had the most serious time crunch. Theres some Orphydice. Theres some Persephone. Theres halloween.
That being said.
Happy Halloween.
-A
They had no halloween plans when they woke up the day before, nothing set in stone anyway.
They had just been sitting together on the couch, Orpheus on the end with his one year old asleep in his left arm with both his legs tucked underneath him. Eurydice is not far from him in the middle segment, sitting cross legged with various papers balancing on both her knees. She’s flipping through some inventory sheets for the bar- deciding exactly what to feature for November and the weeks leading to Thanksgiving. Hermes had taught her the year prior exactly how much busier they tended to get in the winter holiday season, and she had dutifully made mental note of the increased demands for whiskey, rosemary, and dry red wines. As Eurydice scribbled values into her order forms, she realized the date. She squints, before pushing her glasses back to the proper place on the bridge of her nose as if it would change the dates infront of her.
“Halloween is Saturday?” Eurydice turns her head to glance at him so quickly that her glasses slide back down her nose, this time landing in the papers in her lap. “Like..two days away, Saturday?” Eurydice’s eyes shift to Melody, newly 14 months old, curled up against her father’s chest. Little eyelids barely flutter with her sleep, and if she were to lean in closer she is sure she’d hear the tiny baby snores she sometimes gave in her deepest moments of sleep. Surely she wouldn’t remember any of it- she wasn’t likely to begrudge her parents for failing to dress her as a little pumpkin and traipse her around their little town. Still, it unsettles Eurydice to have forgotten something that should be a childhood staple. Her left hand raises to capture Melody’s onesie clad foot with a sigh. “I’m supposed to be better than this. You’ve been trying to get into it for weeks…I thought we had more time and-”
They had talked about the approaching day of October 31st very casually. Orpheus would hold up tiny baby costumes when they went to get groceries, usually to be met with soft laughs from Eurydice as she shook her head and pushed forward with following the shopping list on her wrist, ensuring they’d grab something for her once they were more sure of the weather forecast for the Halloween Weekend. He had snuck in pumpkin shaped sugar cookies once or twice, a welcome treat Eurydice wouldn’t complain about. He had suggested cutting open a large pumpkin and sitting Melody inside of it for the sake of pictures, which Eurydice promised they would get to in time.
And now that time is out.
“Hey..hey.. it’s okay.” Orpheus reaches his free hand out, taking hers in his own, his thumb rubbing her knuckles in the practiced way of both a musician and a lover. “She’s little! We can put her in one of her little tutu dresses and say she’s a little ballerina baby.” He smiles- one of those genuine, kind smiles that really do convey that he genuinely believes it will all be okay. “She can’t even eat candy! We can watch a movie with her!” Orpheus grabs for the remote, seemingly ready to get a jump on the movie marathon now. “When I was little, Hermes always put on this one movie for me, about a little girl whose grandmother is a witch in a different dimension and could only come for halloween and they have to go save halloween together..we’d come home from trick’or’treatin’ and Seph would sit and sneak me extra pieces of candy. When I got a lil older she started letting me come to her Halloween party too...” Orpheus begins to ramble on about the movies, flipping through their streaming options with a purpose. As he looks for the movie in question, he shifts, as he often does, to her. “What was your favorite part of it as a little kid? The candy or the movies or dressing up or-”
“I didn’t have one.”
Orpheus stops scrolling, that being enough to pull him from his train of thought. “...didn’t have a favorite?” Orpheus, no matter how well he knows what his wife’s answer meant, can’t help but hope for a brighter explanation.
“After my mom died, I didn’t really have halloween. Once I got to college I got to go out once or twice! When I was little though, I don’t know if I ever dressed up. I don’t have any pictures or anything like that. I don’t remember it, if I ever did do anything. I’m sure I did when I was little.” Eurydice shakes her head, hair brushing the tips of her shoulders as she does so. She can see the way his face is starting to fall, and quickly squeezes his hand in response. “I don’t want that for Melody, Orpheus. I want her to have a favorite candy and to light up when she gets to pick her costume and to remember that her Daddy carves pumpkins with her while he watches her favorite movie with her. I don’t want her to end up like-”
She watches as he looks away from her and back to Melody. She can almost see it in his eyes- she recognizes what he is thinking. It’s not a fear of Melody turning up like Eurydice- something Orpheus makes abundantly clear would be one of the greatest joys he would ever have– but rather the fear of her alone. Fear of her losing both of them, somehow falling through the cracks like Eurydice had, being raised without the slightest bit of love or kindness directed at her. It’s an unspoken fear and one that doesn’t need to be said- Melody had an entire family who would fight tooth and nail for her. One that had the resources to do so, if needed, too. Melody wasn’t destined to end up without childhood memories of her own.
“I think this is perfect for her right now.” Orpheus promised, bringing her knuckles to his lips to kiss softly. “Maybe we can even get her a pumpkin to sit in like last year.”
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Eurydice had fully intended to go to the store that next morning, hoping to comb over the leftover pumpkins, maybe grab more of those cookies Orpheus likes, and grab a chocolate bar or two for them to share.
However, when Persephone arrived at her door with a box full of decorations and a brown paper bag full of some fried breakfast selection, Eurydice’s plans were redirected.
She lets herself through Eurydice’s door frame, shoving the fast food bag into her hands. “I come with gifts.” Persephone sets the box down by Eurydice’s doormat, looking around over her shoulders. “Where’s Miss Melody?”
“Good morning to you too, Seph.” Though She doesn’t complain as she fishes a hash brown out for herself. “Melody is down for her nap- what are you doing? What is that?” Her foot nudges the cardboard as she peaks inside, catching a glimpse of something shimmering gold. “Where’s Junie..is that tinsel?”
“Junie’s at school. I had to finish some decorations for the party and I was bored. You’ve never turned me away when I bring you a meal.” Persephone picks the box back up and heads towards Eurydice’s living room area. “Besides. You’ve got little nimble fingers for those tricky details.”
Eurydice follows behind on, hands crossed over her chest. “Party? What party? Why are we threading beads on strings-”
Persephone parks herself on Eurydice’s couch, curling her legs up underneath her as she begins to unpack her box. “The combination Halloween-Birthday Party for my husband. Remember? I married a man who hates his Halloween birthday…I do this every year.. Ringing any bells?” She hands Eurydice some gold painted acrylic and a marker pen, before sliding a paper as well. “You have to come this year. You got a pass last year with the new baby…Can you copy that drink menu pretty please? I hired a couple of bartenders to run the drinks- I couldn’t decide between the pumpkin old fashioned, the witches brew martini, or the mim-ghost-as. Figured bar staff can just make it all.”
She takes the menu and does copy it without resisting, before she sighs heavily, rubbing at her face with the heel of her hand. “I forgot. Just like I forgot Halloween. Go ahead. You can say it. I’m a terrible mother. Last year I at least had an excuse. She was two months old, we couldn't take her out in the cold like that, you know. This time i’m just forgetful and unorganized and-”
“Oh, shush.” Seph waves off with her hand, the others pulling out golden sequins, which Eurydice can tell are strung together by large round rings. “Junie is five and just started showing interest in Halloween. You aren’t scarring Melody for life. Orpheus was terrified of Halloween until he was at least ten years old, really you’re probably doing her a favor. Speaking of Melody-'' She digs down into her box with one hand, before finally pulling back out with fabric balled in her hands. “Isn’t this just so cute?”
In her hand is a little black onesie, covered in caricatures of candy corn. Some smile and some have little pink bows, the feet adorned with embroidered, smiling ghosts. “ I figured you can bring her over in it, I’ll tell Junie she has matching pajamas in her room, and that’ll get her to go down for the night- she loves the attention of a party. She actually thinks it’s for her. Hades isn’t going to correct her either, so she’s been telling all of the kids in her class that her daddy tells her she’s a real princess with subjects who come to see her.” Persephone folds the little pajama set and places it on Eurydice’s thigh. “My mom will be there. She’ll take Melody and Junie up for bed. You can have a little grown up night alone. You’re so welcome.”
“Seph…it’s too late for us to come. We don’t have costumes. We don’t have time to get them. We’re just going to stay in, Orpheus has some movie he wants to watch. We’ll be okay.” Eurydice draws a little ghost caricature next to one of the signature drink names. “I will cash in that adult night next month though-”
“Eurydice, baby, do what every other girl your age does, throw on some lingerie and a headband and call it a day. You have your whole lives to watch movies on the couch,” Seph goes back to her task of attaching what Eurydice now recognizes as a photo backdrop together, shooting a teasing smile towards her younger counterpart. “You could put on that black corset from last year, some bunny ears. Little playboy bunny moment. Orpheus could be-”
“Excuse me, isn’t that more appropriate for you?” Eurydice interrupts, just as teasing towards Persephone. “Actually, I’m more shocked that you haven’t pulled that-”
“Seven years ago. The theme that year was a Casino.” Persephone admits, coy grin on her face. “This year is the 1920s. Prohibition. All that fun stuff.”
“Persephone, I am a mother. I am a wife. I can’t wear those things in public.”
“And you’re also like..twenty three. You’re young. You’re hot. Besides, you really don’t think it’d be fun to watch Orpheus try to avert his eyes and be gentlemanly all night? You can even stay over after. It’s not public. It’s my house. Wearing that would not be the worst thing you’ve ever done in my home.” She shifts the decorations back into the box, standing up off of the couch and heading towards Eurydice’s bedroom. “In fact, I even know exactly what you could be.”
“Yeah I'll think about- Seph, where are you going?”
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“Orpheus, are you almost ready?” Despite her better Judgment, Eurydice decided to go to the party with Orpheus. Seph was right- not only right but also offering free babysitting and a place to stay at the end of the night. They had stopped by the town costume pop up 15 minutes before closing, frantically searching for anything left they could combine into something resembling costumes. She exits their bedroom in the exact thing Seph had suggested, and Eurydice is sure that Seph was not right about this.
The scarlet lace bodysuit is cut to the bottom of her sternum, a wide and deep V held up but the flimsy lace straps that sit on the edges of her shoulders. Under the bottom of the bodysuit she wears red fishnet tights they grabbed at the store, though it isn't as though the minimal coverage leaves much to the imagination. Much like was suggested to her, she wears a headband with little devil horns on top, the same shade of red as the lipstick on her lips.
Persephone had loaned her red patent knee-high boots (when asked why she even had them, Seph reminded her not to ask questions she didn’t really want answers to), that click as she walks across the apartment in them. “Orpheus? Baby, do you need some help?”
Eurydice catches her reflection in the mirror as she walks through the kitchen and nearly shrinks back into their bed and refuses to leave. It felt like too..much. She turns to the side, ready to pick apart her appearance when she hears soft little coos of mama babbling for her from the living room.
She crosses over to her baby, crouching to her level to scoop her from where she sits in her playpen. Melody simply lights up as she sees her, clapping her little hands as she reaches up towards her mother, the widest smile on her face. “Hello my little angel girl.” Eurydice settles Melody on her hip, squeezing at her chubby baby cheeks to elicit a little giggle from her. Little baby hands grasp at the straps of her bodysuit, Melody’s little face burying itself against the skin of her chest. “Are you almost ready for bed? You’re gonna have a little sleepover.. Mama’ll be right down the hall though. I promise.” Eurydice kisses the top of Melody’s curly covered head, debating whether to feed her and put her to sleep now or wait. “Orpheus? Baby, do you think I should feed her or are you gonna need some help-”
“Can you help me with the pink stuff on my face, I think I got it but-” Orpheus finally peeks his head out of the bathroom, the white feathered halo attached to his headband bobbling with his abrupt movement. “Oh my god.” Orpheus literally drops the pink makeup compact in his hand the instant he sees her, suddenly seeming to forget whatever he was about to ask for. He goes to exit the bathroom only to get his little glittery white wings caught in the door frame. “Eurydice..oh..um..oh my god.” He stutters out again, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he stares at his wife. Orpheus tugs the hem of his white shirt down over the front of his jeans, debating between trying to adjust or simply saying screw the party and carry her right back to their room. “You look…you’re so..”
“Is it too much?” Eurydice turns, red lips dropping into a pout as she is suddenly even more aware of exactly how much of her skin is visible. “I can try to find a shirt or something.”
“You are flawless.” He finally manages, running his hand through his hair in a characteristic display of shock and awe. “Flawless. Stunning. Gorgeous. Pick one. Not too much. Not too much at all.” Orpheus composes himself- as much as he can when he sees Eurydice in the way he does now. “God you’re so- fuck you’re my wife.” He steps forward and stares, awestruck. At her. His face is flushed now, even without the blush eurydice suggested to give him that..angelic..look he was going for.
It’s Eurydice who now feels warmth spread across her cheeks, at Orpheus’ oh so earnest reaction. Okay, maybe someone was right in suggesting this for the night out. “You aren’t sounding very angelic right now, my love.” She teases, turning to face him full on. “I’m not even sure you need the blush now.” She walks towards him anyway, kneeling gracefully to grab the makeup compact. One hand holding the baby, with the other she opens the compact and coats her finger with product. Using her middle finger, Eurydice swipes some glittery pink over the bridge of his nose to complete the warm look. She notices the darkness in his eyes- eyes that were glancing right past her face and right down the front of her top.
“Hey. Eyes up here.” She teased, snapping the makeup compact and giving him a smile that dances between teasing and coy. “You’re a good boy, remember.”
As if he doesn’t hear her, Orpheus’s hands settle around her waist, pulling her hips flush against his. His hands trail just a little lower, fingers dancing along the- very high- cut lace on her hips. “You wore this before, on um..at..uh…our uh..”
“Honeymoon.The Last night. I remember. And clearly you do too.” She remarks, commenting on the obvious effect she had on more than just his loss for words. Eurydice threads her arm around his waist, biting her lip as her fingers hook under the spandex straps of his little wings. “I like this look. But you aren’t pulling off..angelic..very well when you look at me like that.”
“Mmm, we could stay in..that plan still sounds good..” Orpheus mumbles as he leans down, lips finding the side of her neck just below her ear. “I think I know what a good Halloween treat would taste like-”
“We promised.” Eurydice whines, breath hitching in her throat. “Well, I promised- and we got a babysitter out of it. We’ll have all night..” She leans her head back and pulls away with a sigh, “Come on. Be a good boy and maybe you’ll get an extra treat.”
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Somehow they make it to the party.
Eurydice wears an oversized leather jacket of his as they take the walk to Persephone’s. They do not stand out by any means- the streets are filled with people wearing less than them both, though Orpheus wouldn’t know. His hand strummed on her hip, hand trailing lower every few steps forward. He nearly stepped off the sidewalk multiple times from his lack of attention to his surroundings. His eyes- and mind- were elsewhere.
The music can be heard even before they enter the house, and when the door swings open they walk directly into the gold sequin wall decor Persephone had been making only the day before. They are greeted by a waiter with a tray full of champagne flutes, dressed as if he himself walked out of the Great Gatsby and into Persephone’s hallway. Orpheus takes two- holding one for Eurydice whose hands are full of a now sleeping baby that is draped over her chest. He is helping her slip out of his jacket when a voice calls out to them.
“There you finally are. I started to think you weren’t coming.” Persephone greets them from the end of her entry way, shining brighter than the crystal chandelier she had hung above her stairs. She’s wearing a black fringed-flapper style dress with feathers in her hair. Stealing the show is the flashing emerald jewelry from her neck to her fingers. Everything in the room dulls in comparison to the way she herself glimmers, even against what Eurydice would bet are real crystals decorating half the home. “And look at you Eurydice. She’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she Orpheus.” Persephone teases, holding out her arms. “Here. My mom just took Junie upstairs. She tried to make her father’s colleagues bow to her, introducing herself as the princess and in line for the throne and thus would be their boss. I figured that was enough Junie for the night…I promised her Melody was coming soon in her matching Pajamas.” Seph gently takes the baby– wrapped in her little purple blanket– and cradles her to her shoulder. “Go, have fun. My mama’s got her for the night.”
Eurydice is only slightly reluctant to hand her over to Persephone, kissing her temple as she does so. “Goodnight baby,” She whispers, though Melody was long since lulled to sleep by their walk over. “I can’t believe Demeter didn’t dress up and just came to watch Junie..”
“Oh she did. She’s been Mother Earth every year since I started this party fifteen years ago.” Persephone explains, turning to take Melody away from the excitement. “If you need her she’ll be in Junie’s room. You know where your room is.”
Eurydice watches as Persephone carries her daughter off, feeling the cool glass of a champagne flute slipping into her fingers. Orpheus smiles at her as he laces his fingers into her own, leading her forward into the depths of the house.
Eurydice was having more fun than she expected, she realized a few hours into the event. Plates full of cookies and treats pass her at intervals too perfect to resist, and trays full of drinks are never absent when she is finishing one, always ready to pass her another. She’s on her fourth- maybe fifth- witchy themed cocktail, laughing as Hermes (dressed head to toe in a gold sequined suit, mind you) tells her yet another story about Orpheus’s halloween antics as a little child, when she catches Orpheus' gaze across the room.
He’s talking to someone she recognizes as Demeter, who has returned to the festivities after getting the children solidly to sleep. He isn’t looking at her though. No, Orpheus is leaning against the wall, half empty glass in his hand, eyes locked on her. Even from across the room she can see just how dark they are, how something beyond his usual admiration fills them. She catches as he licks his bottom lip when she turns to face him, watching the way his chest heaves while his breath catches in his throat. Lust, Eurydice realizes. He’s got pure, unfiltered lust in his eyes.
Eurydice excuses herself from the conversation, taking one final sip of her drink before she struts towards him. She isn’t sure if it’s the drinks or the way he’s looking at her, but as soon as she reaches him she’s pulling him by the neck of his shirt to her height. She’s got her lips on his in a matter of moments, her back to the wall as she pulls him flush against her.
Nevermind that they are in a room full of people- including his family- Orpheus’s hands firmly come to rest on her hips, sliding lower in the back as soon as he was sure his body obscured any view of them. In a minute or so she pulls back, head leaning against the wall. She notes the way his lips are now covered in her red lipstick, and she is sure hers look no better any more.
“You look like you like what you see. You like the little devil on your shoulder then?” She taunts, her hands threading up to grasp at the roots of his hair.
Orpheus dips his head back to her neck, leaving a trail of her own lipstick down to her collarbone. “You’re just….you’re irresistible.”
“Mmm..why’re you resisting then?” Eurydice teases, her other hand dancing along the hem of his jeans, hidden from view by his body between them and the other party goers (who, may it be said, weren’t even paying attention with the flurry of activities to distract them). “Do something about it, then baby.”
When his hands start to tug at her tights, it is Eurydice who pushes him off of her. She takes him by the hand and leads him towards the corner of the kitchen. Her hand fumbles for the door knob of the same pantry they had found themselves in last thanksgiving, and she pushes him inside.
When Orpheus stumbles out not too long after, with red lipstick marks from his lips to his collarbone, across the front of his white shirt, and -unashamedly- along the top, button, and pocketlines of his jeans it appears that no one had noticed their absence.
When Eurydice stumbles out behind him, one arm over the top of her chest to hold herself in, her lipstick smeared around her once lined lips, she takes his hand once more with her free one. “Come on. I think we have a bedroom to get to.”
#orphydice#orpheus and eurydice#orphydice fanfic#hadestown au#hadestown modern au#hadestown modern#persephone#eurydice and persephone#halloween#halloween fic
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Don't look back
Part 3
Percy walked through the skeletal garden, gazing in awe at the black petals blooming and the pollen glowing like jewels. Bone-white trees arced up and out of the ground like twisted skeleton arms. He shivered. Sometimes such beauty yet macabre decorations were unsettling.
Finally, he reached an open throne room. It was remodelled from the last time he had been here, he noted. Hades sat on a throne of black, withered skulls, absentmindedly twirling a bronze hoop. Quiots. Hades looked up from his game, and the set vanished.
"Nephew," he boomed. His voiced echoed around the room. "i know why you have come."
"Well then," retorted Percy, "you know what I want. Hand her over. It was an unjust death. She deserves..." His voice cracked ever so slightly. "She deserves better."
Hades frowned. "You understand that other heroes have come here before , seeking your exact same request. I turned them all away. She is safe in Elysium. You will be able to meet when your time has come. There is nothing you can do-"
"Orpheus!" Percy shouted. "You offered Orpheus a challenge. His wife's time was not yet as well, wasn't it? So you offered him the challenge. I believe I am entitled to try as well."
Persephone, now seated at her husband's side, gave him a look.
Hades sighed. "Very well, oh annoying nephew of mine. Poseidon will strike me down if I do not. you know the challenge. Walk out of the Underworld. Take three steps into the sunlight. Do you accept?"
Percy had no hesitation. "Yes."
"Then go, little hero. And whatever you do," Hades called, "Don't look back."
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James walks away, leaving pieces of his broken heart as he does.
He walks, each step heavier than the previous one, like he was chained with metals Hephaestus himself created. And the thing is, he didn't want to be freed.
He walks away from the gravitational pull of Regulus' presence. Even if all his thoughts are screaming at him to go back , go back, go back.
He didn't.
So he walks.
He wants to look back. To see, if Regulus too, was affected by him walking away. He didn't.
Because James wasn't Orpheus after all. He may have gone to the depths of hell, trying everything to get the love of his life out of it. He may have suffered every millisecond after he found out what happened to Regulus. Still, he was no Orpheus.
So he didn't look back. But he knows, even after not looking back, he still lost his Eurydice.
Maybe it was like that all along. There was no chance for Orpheus to get his Eurydice back. The test was just a trick. By Hades, by Persephone, by the fates. He was always meant to lose Eurydice.
Losing her by looking back. Losing him by not looking at all.
What's the difference? Nothing.
Because in the end, the only conclusion of their myth will forever end in one word,
tragic.
At least Orpheus' Eurydice wanted to leave hell.
James doesn't know If Regulus could say the same.
#not betad#dhhdhdhd#I JUST SPENT A WEEK READING PJO FANFICS AND GOT GREEK MYTH FEELS#greek mythology#jegulus#regulus black#james x regulus#regulus x james#marauders#hp marauders#regulus headcanon#hp#slytherin skittles#orphydice#IDK WHAT I'M DOING#mauraders#james potter#starchaser#sunseeker#I HAVEN'T BEEN ACTIVE#I'm sorry#regulus kinnie
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what would y'all do if I said fuck it and wrote an orphydice 10 things I hate about you AU
#hadestown#orphydice#orpheus and eurydice#hadestown musical#hadestown broadway#fanfic writing#hadestown fanfiction
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I know I already sent it but now that rules are clarified
Trick or Treat! (Hadestown!)
WAY DOWN HADESTOWN FOR YOU THEN!
Orpheus was a poor boy, but he had a gift to give. And bringing the world back into tune was what he did. With his wife, now rescued from Hadestown's dark clutches, the world breathed easier with spring and fall brought back.
So much so, in fact, that Persephone invited the lovebirds to her fall departure party.
"Oh, you came!" The hostess and Goddess of Spring eagerly handed the couple cooled glasses of wine to enjoy during the festivities.
"Couldn't miss an invitation from the Lady of Spring herself," Orpheus said brightly. Eurydice smiled warmly.
"We couldn't thank you enough for inviting us."
Persephone smiled. "Well, of course, sweetheart! You brought the world back to life again, you deserve endless celebrations."
And celebrations there were. Without the Fates and their tricks to spoil their fun, the lovers danced, laughed, drank, and sang with the rest of the partygoers, including Orpheus' caretaker, the god Hermes.
"Sing it, Perse," Hermes was shouting, as Persephone laughed crisply and continued her loud song and dance.
Midway through the party, Persephone asked Orpheus to provide a speech, one the poet was eager to deliver. Eurydice watched in pride and love as he spoke of the falling leaves and abundance in harvest.
"And we owe it all to the lovely Lady of Spring, who always fills our cups as she lives it on top, Orpheus finished with a warm smile. Persephone beamed, her face slightly flushed from dancing and drinks.
Eurydice pulled Orpheus away from the crowds. "You were beautiful," she said happily, and Orpheus just smiled.
They danced together, in love and in happiness, as the setting sun set the orange leaves ablaze.
#hadestown#hadestown fanfic#hadestown au#drabbles#halloween#orphydice#orpheus#eurydice#persephone#hermes#syds treats for halloween!!#dney responds!
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#hadestown#keeping in mind my other hadestown fic will be happy open-ended#originally this one was going to be too but i had a sick idea for an angsty ending just now and im curious about the people's word#fanfic#orpheus#eurydice#orphydice#hades#persephone#hadesephone#too i guess#grem leans
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Part 3 of my ‘Child Ballads (of the poet and songbird)’ series is now up! ❤️ leave a comment if you like it!
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Heyyy anybody up for betaing a post-canon au for Hadestown/the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice? Aka Orpheus and Eurydice survive and end up with immortality because their souls have already been to the Underworld once and thus they can’t die again. ~2.9k
Send me an ask or a dm even if you’re interested
#beta wanted#hadestown#greek mythology#orpheus#eurydice#orpheus x eurydice#orpheus and eurydice#orphydice#didn't know there were all these ship names for them lol#eva noblezada#reeve carney#fanfic#fanfiction#ri's ramblings#sorry for all the tags but i want people to see this
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me after reblogging a few gif sets that i have already reblogged a thousand times and opening my drafts without changing or posting any of them: I am a vital member of this fandom
#fandom#fanfiction#fanart#blogs#newsies#newsies fandom#newsies fanfiction#sarah jacobs#newsies imagine#newsies x reader#newsies fanfic#jack kelly#katherine plumber#katherine pulitzer#hamilton fanart#alexander hamilton#les mis#hadestown#orphydice#harry potter#marvel#incorrect mcu quotes#mcu
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How? It Just Happens
Mmmm Persephone and Eurydice time? I think so.
-A
“how do you do it?” It’s half of a question, half true astonishment in Eurydice’s voice as she watches Persephone so intently. They are surrounded by incredibly tiny clothes, one that once belonged to Persephone’s daughter that would soon belong to Eurydice’s. The scent of baby detergent is strong, as Eurydice sits amongst the little bits of fabric and frills, overwhelmed by the mix of folded and unfolded around her.
“hmm? do what? fold clothes?” Persephone responds, absently folding yet another tiny onesie and placing it in the accordingly sized pile. she leans on the bottom of the couch, legs straight out on the floor in front of her. In her lap sleeps Junie, with her legs wrapped around her waist and her head on her shoulder in a way that has Persephone’s neck extended just a little so that she does not sit inhaling the messy, ringlet curls of her sleeping daughter. “it isn’t very hard. I know you prefer to avoid clothing all together most days but-“
She’s cut off by a little pair of socks rolled to the size of a golfball hitting her in the temple and laughs.
“not funny, seph.” Eurydice rolls her eyes, pulling her tshirt down indignantly. She doesn’t remember when she stole the long sleeved tee— or the grey sweat pants she wore for that matter— from Orpheus’ set of drawers, as that seemed to be her favorite place to find comfortable clothes these days. For mid summer they kept the apartment cool, in an effort to keep Eurydice from melting out of her skin. “You know what I mean. This. How do you do…this?” She holds up a hand and with an open palm she gestures in the general direction of Persephone and sleeping Junie. “this whole mothering thing. you’re just so…good. you’re so good at it and it looks effortless. I mean, Seph, you’re sorting, folding, and organizing all while keeping her asleep... how do you learn this? How do you learn how to be someone’s mother?
“It just happens,” Persephone assures the younger woman, though the discussion has her hand coming to rest on Junie’s back, patting just gently. “You live. You learn. It isn’t as if one day you wake up just knowing. The only thing you know is that you love them and want the best for them. And it’s enough.”
Eurydice fingers at the tiny footed sleeper in her hands, no bigger than the length of her forearm. It was frightening, truly, to realize that something so small would come to rely on her entirely in such a short time. “..but when they mean so much isn’t it scary to not know if you’re doin’ it right?”
“It is. The only thing you’ll want in the world is to make sure she doesn’t want for nothin’. And then she’ll look at you and make you feel like you’re everything she needs.” Seph leans down, then, to kiss the top of Junie’s curls, the toddler not even fussing in her sleep anymore at the touch. “You gotta remember though, Eurydice, Junie isn’t my first trip around the sun with this. I wasn’t much older- actually, I was a few years younger than you— when Orpheus came around. None of us had the slightest idea what we were doin’, and don’t you think he turned out pretty alright?”
Eurydice doesn’t get a chance to respond before Persephone gives a little chuckle as she continues. “Infact, you wouldn’t have believed the things we got into with him. Picture it for a minute. Hermes, 20 some years ago, serving the bar with Orpheus propped on one hip. Truth be told it drew in a crowd, he was the cutest kid. Wide eyed. curious. But at least once a night he’d knock a glass outta Hermes hand. And would you know that when those glasses shattered, he’d get all watery eyed and shriek as if weren’t the consequences of his own damn actions. To calm him down we’d have to plop him down with the band. Noisy as hell but he’d sit there with a starry look in his eyes.”
Persephone gestures for Eurydice to come closer, patting the ground next to her. Eurydice crawls over and with no sense of grace, plops herself down beside her, stretching her legs out alongside Persephone’s. Seph brings her other arm, the one not holding Junie up, to rest around Eurydice’s shoulder and bring her in for half of an embrace.
“And then me? don’t even get started on me at that age.” She admits with a nostalgic grin on her face. “Guess I was closer to your age here but, we know your man has always been a sensitive one. Little thing would follow around my mama’s chickens to thank them for their eggs. Mama let him pet them and take the eggs for his little basket all sweet and innocent like. Naturally she told him that chicken nuggets came from the same kind of chickens as paisley or whatever he named them. That boy was inconsolable for weeks over it. We already struggled to feed that.. skinny, picky little kid. Not to mention I couldn’t cook then, either. I had him on my own for a weekend. Hermes was off on some convention, or somethin' like that, and he had caught something from some little snotty kid in his class. I was so desperate and all I could feed him was canned chicken soup. I never told him what kind of of soup it was. He called it sephy soup and I ran with it. It got food in him. We lied to him for years about that soup— truth be told I don’t think we ever told him. I always felt a little bad about it but hey- he turned out okay. It’s no where near as bad as when we let him play T-Ball for one game, he got smacked in the eye with a ball, and I told him it was because the other kids on his team were jealous of him.”
Eurydice snorts and brings her hand up to run over her belly, which at this point pulls Orpheus’ shirt taut around her midsection, feeling the delighted little tumble her daughter does under her fingers. “I don’t think you fooled anyone there.” She notices now the way her heart flutters when talking about him translates to other fluttering feelings and she can’t help but wonder if her own feelings of love somehow translate and are shared with her future child.
“We all had moments with him. Hell, one time I left him with Hades because I had class and he had been fussing for hours. I came back to him reading case briefs aloud to Orpheus, who was quiet for the first time in days. bored him right to sleep, but at the time it did not matter. Used that trick for years. If he was just too fussy, he bored him to sleep.” Persephone is smiling at the memory of so long ago. It feels like another time, now. “We tried it on Junie once. She hadn’t been sleeping well, but it backfired. instead of sleeping she laid there just starin’ up at him and gigglin’ like she was giving her approval. You’ll figure out exactly what will work for you In a moment of desperation or exhaustion. It will just happen.”
Persephone doesn’t realize that she is brushing Eurydice’s hair like she does so often to Junie, holding her head against her shoulder. Eurydice isn’t daring to mention it, the comfort too great despite that she would not admit it, not now.
Eurydice lifts her head only briefly to look to her friend with bright curiosity in her eyes. “What else was he like? as a baby, I mean.”
“he was exactly the same, just smaller and cuter. I bet still to this day if you gave him banana with peanut butter he’d gag like you were tryin’ to poison him. He was sensitive and sweet and the most lovin’ little boy you ever did meet. All things considered with his mom and dad, he turned out pretty good if I do say so myself.” Pride drips in her voice the more that she talks about the boy she helped raise, and her grip on her own daughter tightens just a little. “He’ll be a good dad. That boy has wanted nothing more than to be a father from the time he met Junie. Now I told him not to be going and knocking up some girl to make that happen and well— well at least I hand picked the girl he ignored my advice with.” Seph takes her finger and gently brushes the tip of Eurydice’s nose playfully. “he’s proof, that even people who have no idea whats going on, we all figure it out. And he’s a good man. Who will be a good dad. You’re gonna figure it out. You both will. And you’re gonna be a wonderful mama, Eurydice. All three of y’all are going to be just fine..”
Eurydice scrunches her nose in response to the tap before she rests her head on Persephone again. She can feel the never ending doubt and fear creeping in as always. And yet, somewhere beneath the movements against her hand, the home she is surrounded with, and the hope in the man she so quickly fell so deeply in love with— she just might be starting to to believe in the good too. Eurydice sighs and picks up another single, tiny sock, her thumb running over the length of it. “yeah. maybe we’ll okay.”
“You will. And if you aren’t, I bet next time you’ll remember a condom.”
“not the time, Seph.”
#yeah I'm still doing this#hadestown#hadestown au#hadestown fanfic#hadestown fanfiction#persephone#eurydice#orphydice#orpheus and eurydice#hades and perspehone#Persephone and Eurydice are besties
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When the Dark Clouds Roll
Here’s an orphydice winter fic.
Demeter to the rescue.
Weather can be unkind, this Eurydice has known her entire life. Weather can still be unkind, even in this new world, Eurydice finds out as the dark clouds roll in.
It had been easier, ever since Orpheus had journeyed to Hadestown and saved the world and, more importantly in the eyes of Orpheus, his wife. Milder winters, longer spring, pleasant falls with gentle rain storms that had Eurydice wanting nothing more than to lie in bed next to her husband and listen to the sound of raindrops on their window. Weather could be faced with a thick pair of socks, a sweater stolen from Orpheus, and a heavy pot of soup bubbling all day long in their kitchen.
This weather felt different down in the core of Eurydice’s bones. It was not going to be a storm that could be weathered safely from in front of the fire with a warm bowl of soup with two spoons.
This weather led to the first time since their journey home that Eurydice felt the beginnings of true panic.
She’s standing close to the window, hands tugging the edges of her sweater— Orpheus’ actually— tighter to her body, as if the cable knit will ward off this storm that seems to roll in faster than any she remembers in recent times. She considers for a moment what to do next. Light all of their candles? No, they have to conserve some just in case. Start heating food? No, save those for the coming days of no heat. Eurydice is standing next to the kitchen window for what feels like hours, lost in the world before Orpheus and his song that storms in her head.
She startles like a cat, when she feels a broad hand on her shoulder. Even though rationally she knows it can be no one but her Orpheus, she still jumps out of her skin, brought back into her body and out of her thoughts by the contact.
A ceramic mug is slid into her hands as lips brush her forehead momentarily. The smells of cinnamon and bergamot rising from the cup warm her soul as the cup does to her clasped hands.
“You alright?” Orpheus asks, though the concern in his voice reveals that he already knows the answer is not what he hopes it to be. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Eurydice does not ease into his touch as smoothly as she usually does, instead tense shoulders betray that she is feeling anything but serene. She does not quite inch away from his touch, but does look down at the tops of her sock clad feet in order to avoid the sweet look of concern that now graced Orpheus’ face.
“There's a storm coming.” It is barely a whisper as she thumbs over the handle of her mug, bringing the warmth to her lips. Her eyes rise to glance ahead and out the window, wide and glistening with the beginnings of what Eurydice knows is fear. She raises her voice just a little as she nods towards the world beyond the windowpane. “The wind changed today, don’t you feel it?”
Orpheus hands grasp her upper arms, rubbing both hands rhythmically over her shoulders. He leans down to kiss her cheek, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. “It’s nothing we haven’t handled before, we’ll be okay ‘Rydice.” His left arm moves down to rest on her hip, fingers drumming lightly over the skin above her bone. “We’ve made it through lots of storms, haven’t we?”
“it’s different this time.” She shakes her head as she speaks, resting her left hand on top of his. “This is different. Like an old storm. A bad one. I’m..i’m not sure the windows can handle a storm like this.” Eurydice moves then, towards a cabinet full of well used, mismatched kitchen towels. She is pulling them out in handfuls, before she begins packing in the window frame above the slln with them. “We need to insulate.”
Orpheus grabs her hand, though, and inches between her and the sink. “Hey, hey..” The hand that had rested on her hip raises to caress her jaw, thumb tracing the bone next to her nose in the way that always relaxes her. “if you want, we could go somewhere! I’m sure we could stay above the bar tonight-“
“No heat there.” Eurydice just shakes her head, trying to get back to her urgent task. “We shouldn’t leave, what.. if we get caught in the storm?” Eurydice knew, all too well, exactly what could happen if they got caught in this storm.
Orpheus is not so easy to relent this time, though. He had decided quickly that he was never again going to let her needs go unmet. Not food, not shelter, and especially not safety. He is unsure about this next suggestion, not sure how to approach the subject without making her feel like their own preparations were insufficient, or worse, like they were someone’s charity project.
In this moment, though, their safety rose above any potential injury to her pride.
“We could go stay with Persephone’s mom. She offered this summer, and said we could stay whenever, remember?” Orpheus suggests, though he braces for the convincing he will have to do. Eurydice is not one to take the kindness of others easily, never wanting to feel like a charity nor an inconvenience.
He can feel the way her body tenses, knows the way she is preparing to gently turn down his idea. It is in that moment, though, that thunder cracks through the sky and lighting spreads like the web of a spider weaving in the clouds. She pushes back into his chest, the noise and reminder of nature’s aggression scaring her away from both the door and her upcoming rebuttal.
For once, Eurydice relents without argument, nodding silently as she swallows the lump forming in her throat. She isn’t going to verbalize it, and Orpheus loves her enough not to comment on it, but Eurydice is frightened. She is frightened in a way Orpheus never wanted to see again but in a way he is prepared to fix this time around.
Orpheus moves away from her, only for the briefest of moments, but she does not have the capacity to ask where he goes off too. She is frozen in place, eyes wide and uncertain as she watches the lighting crawl across the sky, closer and closer and closer to them. Her unspoken question would have been answered, when a wool coat is draped over her shoulders, a scarf that had been hand -made by Orpheus himself is wrapped twice around her neck.
He is dressed similarly, in his coat over an already oversized sweater, when he grabs both her hands in his and brings them to his lips in a gentle kiss. He locks eyes with his wife as he does so, giving a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go.”
And go they do. Out into the cold and dark, wind stinging the skin of their faces as it whips around them. He leads her by her hand, leading her forward from her place beside him. Never behind. She never walks behind, never out of his sight for the slightest moment, even when her voice and touch can assure him that she is there.
They walk this way, side by side, nearly all the way to their town. They turn before reaching the populated area, though, to hike up over a hill. There is a house there, out of town and in the country like their own , but that is where the similarities stop. The old farmhouse is older than Orpheus himself, with no road leading to it. The brown house, with the cream colored window frames and doors, is large and makes their humble home look more like a garden shed than anything. The window boxes are filled with the only living plants this time of year that can be found for acres, as is expected for Mother Nature herself. The lace curtains are reminiscent of the sleeves of Persephone’s summer dresses, either an homage to the goddess or the inspiration to her style, exactly which they cannot be sure. From the well maintained roof arises a chimney, with steady, light smoke rising despite the now falling rain.
They had been there once, maybe twice, visiting with Persephone and Demeter over the summer before. After a filling meal from the goddess had left them content on a couch, she had insisted that they come over more, especially in the winter months when she felt the bitter cold of Persephone’s absence in her heart and in her home.
The rain begins to fall, in cold sharp drops. Orpheus turns to ask Eurydice if she is ready to go in, though her appearance of red tinged cheeks and chattering teeth stops his question and has him rapidly knocking on the door with more than a little anxiety.
There's fire burning; she has to be home, Orpheus thinks to himself, squeezing Eurydice’s hand to reassure them both.
He knocks again, and again, and faith is draining with each passing moment and absence of Demeter. Eurydice’s skin is draining of some color, he is sure he doesn’t look any better, though she doesn’t comment. He raises his hand to knock a final time when the door swings out of his reach.
On the other side of the door is a woman who resembles Persephone in so many ways it would seem Persephone had just aged a few decades overnight. From her long, ringlet curls pinned back by flowers — Holly, this time of year— to the same welcoming, inviting smile Seph offers the first day of spring from the very moment she begins offering treats at the bar, the women are identical.
It’s that same smile and open arms that embrace them both as if she’s known them their whole lives, pulling Orpheus and Eurydice both into a hug and into her home. “Oh I was hopin’ you two would come! I was thinkin’ of y’all when this storm rolled in, I don’t know what that girl of mine is up to with this weather right now.”
She pulls back from her hug before stepping back to look at them both. Orpheus’ nose and cheeks are a cherry tinted red, and Eurydice’s body shivers from the cold drops of rain hitting any of her exposed skin. “Now both of you come on inside before you catch your deaths and pay her a visit down there.”
They are both ushered inside, and immediately tugged forward into the depths of her kitchen, which is attached right to her entry hallway. Eurydice is skeptical as she looks around, taking in the colorful combinations of pots, pans, mugs, and dining wares scattered in the kitchen. There are floral hand towels, and a window box growing fresh herbs that is entirely out of place considering the weather. She’s got bowls of fresh fruits and vegetables on the countertop next to her sink, undoubtedly grown freshly by herself despite the seasonal changes.
Must Be Nice, Eurydice thinks to herself, though it is not at all a scrutiny of the goddess. Still, it is not something Eurydice takes lightly, the ability to provide for herself and her family forever being one of her most important goals.
Orpheus is already unraveling his scarf, gingerly folding the article and tucking it into his coat pocket , before rubbing his hands together to create friction. “Thank you so much, Lady Demeter.” He is always so earnest in his appreciation, and his smile is kind and appreciative as always. He takes Eurydice’s hand again and kisses her palm, before wrapping both of his hands around hers in order to speed up the process of warming her.
“Yes, thank you, really. We really do appreciate this-“ Eurydice agrees, and while she may not be as expressive with new people as Orpheus is, her genuine thanks is apparent to Demeter.
Asking for help does not come easy to this girl. Trust does not come easy to her, either, Demeter determines from the way she glances at every angle of the kitchen, soaking in every detail.
“Now, there's need to thank me. The world should be thanking Orpheus here, and I personally would like to thank him for making sure I get more of my time with my girl. Wasn’t easy, you know. We’d just settle into routine again, i’d just have her back when he’d come callin’ for her.” Demeter is settling a floral mug in each of their hands, before grabbing her kettle from the stove pouring steaming water into them to not only make their tea but thaw their skin. “lonely enough around here half the year. Even harder when I get even less time with her.” She settles the hot kettle back onto cooler burner. “It’s nice to have y’all here. Bring some life into this house.”
Demeter turns with fists on her hips, to face them as they spend more time warming their hands on the cups than drinking the contents. Eurydice sips slowly, never one to waste a drink, and the way she relishes in it is enough to bring a smile to Demeter’s face. “Y’all hungry?-“ The question is answered by the way Eurydice’s eyes widen alone, and Demeter does not go on with her convincing. “now what kind of question was that, of course you are. I’ll bring up a tray. Now. How about I show y’all to your room? So you can settle in in the meantime.”
Demeter bustles forward through them, to a set of stairs that empties into the back of her kitchen behind the dining table. She gestures for them to follow her, Eurydice trailing behind her by only a few steps. They ascend the stairs, turn right, and follow her quietly to a room at the end of the hall.
She stands at the side of the doorway and lets them pass her to go inside, before flicking on the light.
Orpheus and Eurydice both stop the second the light flicks on, stunned being an understatement.
In the center of the room is a large bed on a wooden frame, covered in a thick, cream colored duvet, with tiny vines embroidered on. The bed hosts more pillows than they have in their entire home, and a knitted throw sits at the foot of the bed. On the wall in front of the bottom edge of the bed is a roaring fireplace, with wood crackling angrily inside. A stack of extra wood sits next to the brick foundation, dry and ready for use.
Eurydice steps closer, kneeling in front of the warmth and immediately letting out a sigh of pure relief.
“…maybe I hoped y’all would come.” Demeter speaks, answering any unspoken questions as to how the wood was already burning, or how the corner of the duvet was turned down to reveal just a peak of soft sage colored sheets.
“And right through that door over there is the bath. There's towels in there already, go right in and warm yourselves up. Should have some soaks and soaps in there for ya.” Demeter points at a slightly ajar wooden door in the left wall. “take your time, warm up, and i’ll bring up something for y’all to eat to hold ya over until breakfast.” She offers them a smile, tapping the door frame before turning and going to leave. “i’m glad y’all came.This home could use more life in it.” Demeter shuts the door behind her, and they can hear the way the old wooden floor creaks with her steps away.
Eurydice turns to look at her husband, then, and feels herself smiling before she realizes that the expression came to her face. She sits firmly on the ground then, rubbing her hands together before extending them out in front of the fire. “Guess we should’ve brought dry clothes..”
Orpheus lowers himself- less than gracefully— and sits cross legged beside her. “we could leave these ones here to dry…” He suggests to her, leaning down to kiss behind her ear in a way that is not quite innocent. “she said we could take a bath if we wanted…”
Eurydice tilts her head away when she feels his lips on the top of her neck, sighing in contentment and relief at being safe from the weather. “Strip down in this weather? My love, it’s far too cold for that.” She cranes her neck to look at him and her hesitance drops when she sees the way he looks at her, with reverence and adoration practically dripping from his face. “though…I suppose no socks are better than cold and wet ones?”
Her coy smile reaches her eyes and as a result he immediately stands, pulling her up to a standing position as he does. Playfully, Orpheus takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground beside him. He starts to walk backwards, leading her towards the bathroom, never once looking away from her face.
With a laugh, a smile, and no complaints, Eurydice lets him lead her out.
The water that Orpheus fills the bathtub with is hotter than anything they can produce in their home, and the rich lavender scented soap that creates the bubbles is a true luxury.
Eurydice runs her hands through the bubbles, blowing an open handful of them towards her husband as he undresses himself, before he tugs her sweater over her head for her.
Orpheus lowers himself into the water first, leaning against the end of the bathtub opposite the faucet. Eurydice sits in front of him, her back to his chest, and nearly moans at the way the incredibly warm water catches her skin. Her head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, and his hands rub her upper arms to coat them with the water
He hums as he presses his face into the side of her throat, both of them relaxing into the fresh, floral scent of the steaming water. He takes it upon himself to pour some of the soap into his hands, and takes to gently combing it through her scalp, the other hand scooping fresh water to wash away the suds. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a bath like this.” Whether he meant the temperature, the size, or the luxury, he did not elaborate upon, though Eurydice could guess that it was a mix of all of the above.
“Puts our little tub to shame, doesn’t it?” Eurydice turns her head towards him, nuzzling into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. “Do you think this is Persephone’s room? Is that why it’s so nice?”
“Oh, that could be.” Orpheus nods, but as he looks around, he can’t help but feel like this is something unique for guests. It did not have the bright, floral touches they had come to expect of the springtime goddess, nor the kind of energy that seemed like someone’s childhood home. But still, it was cozy nonetheless.
Eurydice hums in agreement, and just closes her eyes as she further buries herself into his chest. Her hands rest onto of his that rest on the edge of the porcelain rims, threading through his fingers with her own.
The silence is peaceful, comforting, as they lay together in the water. Their bodies rest pressed together long past the point of water being warm. They don’t know quite how much time has passed, but they weave in and out of sleep as the bubbles fade away.
At some point the coolness of the water wakes them, and they rub at tired eyes with the heels of their hands. She offers him a sleepy smile as she pulls herself up and out of the water before extending a hand to her husband to help him to stand as well. Eurydice wraps the luscious towel around her, shivering as the cool air hits her once more. Orpheus follows, the white linen hung low around his hips, reaching out to take her hand when she leads him back to the bedroom.
On top of the dresser is a tray of pastries and fruits Demeter must have left for them, though their hunger has long since dissipated in exchange for exhaustion.
Orpheus lays their clothes before the roaring fire with care, hoping the articles will be dry in time for them to inevitably trudge home in the morning. He is not sure what to suggest they wear to bed In the meantime, and when he turns to face Eurydice he realizes she has ideas of her own,
The white towel is on the floor, and Eurydice is curled up underneath the embroidered comforter in nothing but her bare skin. She lifts her head off of one of the many pillows, her dark, wet hair fanned out like a halo around her face. “Come hold me, love.”
He does not need to be told twice, dropping the towel in front of the fire to dry as well before crawling into the king sized bed beside her.
Despite all of the space, he is pulled to her like a magnet, wrapping his arms around her torso, lacing his legs between hers. Eurydice kisses the center of his chest, right over his heart, before resting her forehead in the same spot.
They are wrapped up in the sheets, skin to skin with the other, and they are ready to face another storm.
This time, this storm, they are prepared.
This time, as the storm comes on, they find all the shelter they need in each other's arms.
#orphydice#orphydice fanfic#orphydice fic#orpheus and eurydice#hadestown#hadestown fanfic#hadestown fic#hadestown fanfiction#I dont even know why I post these to Tumblr when I also post to AO3#but im sure there are people who like to read on Tumblr better so#demeter#orpheus#eurydice#happy winter y'all
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Don't look back
Part 2
"Annabeth."
The name echoed around the Underworld, the weight of this one word carrying throughout the realm. Percy glanced around him, waiting for a horde of monsters to come screeching after him. None came. He took this as an ok, and made his way to the palace of Hades.
After arriving at the gates, he was immediately greeted by two skeleton guards, carrying vicious pistols. Percy raised his weapon, ghostly glowing in the dimness. before he could strike, a beautiful woman walked through the gates, flanked by two snarling hellhounds. She wore a black dress of lace, with a crimson red train and a woven crown of withered branches. Her face was a perfect oval, with pouty pink lips and almond shaped amber eyes that kindled with godly power. It was Persephone, the bride of Hades. She clicked her fingers, and the guards lowered their weapons.
"Come, Perseus Jackson. I believe you and my husband have much to discuss."
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Bruises And All- Chapter 8
I've moved a couple things around so that I don't have to commit to decisions in the story I'm anxious about quite yet. enjoy this chapter!! after months of silence!!
here's a link to chapter 7!
ao3 link to chapter 8!
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ORPHEUS knows he’s naive.
Knows he doesn’t have a perfect understanding of what the world is really like. He’s been told enough times. Mister Hermes says he’s different, says he’s special. That doesn’t feel right. He’s not any more special than anybody else, than Persephone, or Hermes himself, even Hades. He’s just a boy. Not much else matters, as long as they’re good. Good people aren’t special, they’re just people. They look like anybody else.
“Eurydice?” he catches her hand when she’s passing by the bar after lunch, she’d disappeared for awhile, he doesn’t know where to. But he doesn’t stop her because of that, he stops her because she looks upset. Her eyes are ringed with pink, like she’s been crying recently. He doesn’t like that, he doesn’t want her to cry. He just wants her to be happy, to stay.
“Are you okay?”
She slips her hand out of his, smiling softly. “Perfectly fine. Thank you.”
In the moment between her saying that and her stepping to leave, he follows her eye line, confused at minuscule pause. And even more confused to find that she, though very briefly, catches Hades’ eye. He’s frowning, deeper than usual, and dipping a mug of what looks like black coffee.
She’s turning to go before he says her name again. “Eurydice.”
Her eyelashes are so long. And they’re wet.
“Did- did Hades say something to you?”
She’s quick to reply, quirking her lips into a smile. “No. No, he didn’t. Don’t worry.”
“But he-”
“Nothing happened. Okay?” her expression turns stern, as do her words.
“Um- okay.” he starts to turn away first this time, hurt bubbling in his chest that he doesn’t want to show on his face.
“Hey. Hey, Orpheus.” she reaches for his hand first this time, taking it in both of hers. “I’m sorry. I’m just- I’m tired. I’m stressed and tired. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”
“Why are you so stressed?” he asks, still relishing in the way she hasn’t let go of his hand yet, and doesn’t seem to want to.
“No specific reason, really.” even he can tell she’s lying. “Just about the future.”
“The future?”
“Like I said, nothing specific. Just… a lot of thoughts.”
“Well that’s gotta be tough.” he aims for lightness but it falls flat, she just smiles weakly at him, dropping his hands and walking towards the bookshelf against the wall. When the bar is open, they always pride themselves on having other things for people to occupy themselves with besides getting drunk. Books on history fill the walls, some fiction mixed in, but mostly old school books Orpheus read after he’d dropped out of school and the occasional folk story Mister Hermes had collected over the years. He liked to do that, to listen to people’s stories and write them down. Keep them as reminders of the past. He claimed he didn’t really read them after he’d first written them down but sometimes, Orpheus saw him leaned up against the wall, holding a book in his hands and his eyes skimming down each page hungrily. He loved those stories, though he didn’t want to admit it.
She picks out a thick book from the wall, holding it gingerly. Orpheus tries not to look like he’s staring at her, he’s really trying not to, but the way she moves just constantly draws his eye. Gracefully, she floats about, but with a heavy air to her. Like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders but she has learnt to bear it so skillfully. So beautifully.
“When do you think the storm will let up, Hermes?” Persephone calls from her table where she sits, playing solitaire by herself.
“Shouldn’t be more than a day, by now. Hurricanes like these leave a lot of damage but never last too long.” he says, as he dusts off a couple glasses. Orpheus isn’t watching Hermes or even Persephone, his had been on Eurydice even before Persephone had started speaking but her reaction to Hermes’ answer makes him frown. She briefly clenches her fist over the sides of the book and glances up, eyes scanning across the bar, stopping once more on… Hades.
Orpheus may be a little naive, sure, but he can figure out when something strange is going on.
He can’t bring it up though, until almost that night, when he finally gets a moment alone with Eurydice. When they’re cleaning up after dinner, put in charge of washing and putting away the dishes. The three others are scattered upstairs and downstairs, Hades and Persephone turning in for the night upstairs in bed. And Hermes is downstairs tending to the furnace.
As she cranes her neck over the sink, reaching for the sponge that she had dropped, she pauses.
“What is it, Orpheus?”
“W-what?”
“You’ve been acting weird all afternoon, what is it?” she straightens up, her jaw set tightly, her arms up to the elbows are covered in suds and soap and it only looks a little ridiculous to see her stony expression and then take in the rest of her.
“You keep- every time anyone seems to say something about the storm ending or anything like that, you look at Hades. Why?”
She freezes, everything in her body turning taut for only a moment before it all releases but for a moment, there was genuine panic in her eyes. Fear like he hadn’t seen before. Like an animal looking for an escape route, a fear he can barely even comprehend.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not.”
“We just had a conversation, it’s fine. I’m handling it.” She turns back to wash the dishes some more but Orpheus catches her wrist, not hard, gently so she could pull away if wanted to. And she does, after a moment or two, but doesn’t continue with washing the dishes, she just stands there, head bowed slightly.
“Does he want you to leave?” Orpheus asks, outright.
She swallows slowly. “No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I told you, it’s nothing.”
“Eurydice-”
“For gods’ sake, Orpheus, can you just leave it alone? I’m not going to bear every inch of my soul to you.” he steps back at the harshness in her voice, how… angry she sounds. Pain ripples through his chest and he steps back, leaning against the back counter of the bar. Things go on in utter silence for a while, Eurydice washes the dishes and places them on the rack. He’s supposed to be drying them but he’s afraid she doesn’t want him close right now. They’d have to be standing almost hip to hip for it to work well and she’s already so skittish… and angry… he doesn’t want to upset her anymore.
After too long, she turns off the faucet, and braces herself against the sides of the sink. Her exhale is loud enough for him to hear, before she turns around to face him.
“I’m sorry.” she says quietly. “I feel as if I’ve been so terrible to you today. And I really am… so sorry, Orpheus. I don’t mean to lash out. There’s no excuse, really, I just don’t know how to cope, it’s ridiculous. One thing starts upsetting me and it’s like I have to burn all of my bridges and hurt everyone around me.”
He stays silent, what can he say to that? What can he say to console her? To tell her that he’d never, ever blame her for her past bleeding into the present? Tell her that he’d forgive her a thousand times over?
She wipes her nose with her sopping wet hand, which does nothing to help. “I told you I wasn’t very nice.”
He doesn’t want to cry in front of her, though it’s an inevitable end, but when she lets her eyes rise to the ceiling and her arms come around her torso, trying to soothe herself. He can’t help it.
“Can I hug you?” his mouth comes out strained and like he’s on the verge of tears (because he is). Her eyes snap to him suddenly, her mouth forming a perfect O in surprise before she nods once, stepping forwards.
She’s warm. And much smaller than he thought. It takes a few moments before she relaxes into his embrace befores she stands on tip toes to bury her face into his shoulder. He sniffles, trying not to pay attention to the way she wraps her arms so tightly around his neck, like she never wants to let go. The way he holds her around her midsection, he doesn’t want this moment to end. Where they’re both just teary-eyed, affection starved kids who need a damn hug. Instead of a… whatever they are now. Something worse. Something far more complicated.
When she pulls away, she’s smiling. Her thumb brushes a tear from under his eye, he wants to replay that moment of tenderness a hundred times.
“You’re so nice, ‘rydice.” he murmurs. “I really like you.”
“I know.” she whispers back.
“I can’t force you to stay, I can’t ask you to give me an answer, but… I don’t want you to go.” it’s the truth. It’s one of the most truthful statements he thinks he’s ever said. Nothing he has said before this moment has ever been more true.
She nods, unable to speak even a word. He does not ask again, doesn’t ask about the side glances between her and Hades, doesn’t ask why she’s crying over this simple confession. Doesn’t even ask why she’s so on edge all the time, when she’s safe here with them. He wants to tell her she is safe but he has a feeling she wouldn’t believe him.
She places a hand on his cheek, his eyes follow that slender arm down to her shoulder, where once again, he sees those prominent bruises. He tries, he really does, to tear his eyes away from her pain. It doesn’t last more than a few moments, before Eurydice lets her hands drop away from him.
“Come on, we’ve gotta finish up.” she says and he nods silently, moving to pick the rag up off of the counter and begins drying the dishes. After a long, painful silence, in his peripheral vision, he sees her jump up to sit on the counter, not too far away from him. Just swinging legs back and forth, looking awfully young.
“Thank you, by the way,” she says finally.
“For what?”
“For being kind. For making me feel… safe.”
He can’t help the smile that creeps up onto his face, he hums quietly under his breath. “I’m really glad you feel safe.”
Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. He wonders what she looks like when it does.
#god. I'm really posting another chapter after giving up for months#I cannot promise this au will ever finish#but god dammit if im not trying#my one thing left from the hadestown fandom#hadestown#hadestown fanfic#orpheus#eurydice#orphydice#bruises and all#orphydice fic
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guys don't get mad at me if I name my fanfic chapters after falsettos songs
#I know for a fact there gonna be a chapter in my new fic called you gotta die sometimes#Also I may be getting obsessed with falsettos#oopsie#hadestown#hadestown broadway#orphydice#orpheus and eurydice#musical theatre#theatre kid#broadway musicals#hadestown musical#falsettos#fanfic#ao3fic
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Summer Songs
Writing Request #2
Musical: Hadestown
Ship: Orphydice (Orpheus/Eurydice)
Requested by: @gayandtrashy
The summer sun was refreshing and bright from the frozen snow and bitter winds. Eurydice, the hungry young girl, felt full for the first time in years, not of food and drink, but of adoration and love.
As she walked through the grassy fields and rows of delicate flowers, she spotted Orpheus, the poor boy with a song to sing, sitting and playing his guitar, the flowers swaying along to the breeze.
"La, la, la, la, la, la, la..." he sang, the telltale sign he was working on his precious song.
Eurydice gently sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, then turned and smiled.
"Eurydice! What are you doing here?"
She smiled. "I just wanted to watch you work. Don't stop on my account, love."
Orpheus smiled as well, and continued to play his fractured song, adlibbing notes and phrases, trying to make his lover smile.
And in that summer day, where the flowers and trees all bloomed and grew, where two lovers sat in pure peace and love.
Unaware of the fact that they'd sung this song, danced this dance.
Locked in an eternal cycle of love.
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Some Musical Fluff
I've never really done fic before but Eurydice and Orpheus are overwhelmingly sweet and need to be shared.
SFW, Lite Spoilers?
Eurydice had just gotten used to that little Hades Kid showing up almost like bad clockwork. It added spice to an unfortunately bland afterlife, and if nothing else, the feedback on her recipes was enough to re-energize her, break her from her internal monotony.
That didn't mean his visits always left sweet, though, as much as she liked the boy, he had a distressing habit of adding a bitter tang of her late mate, the singer Orpheus. Still, she was learning to work it in, smooth it down, as he was only asking innocently- Why wouldn't a husband and wife long to be together, after all? What was cute was to watch Zagreus' bravado rising, this injustice flaring at his nose and thickening his brow, just like his father.
She wasn't brave enough to mention it, but maybe this time, as she heard the Phlegathon hiss and bubble under a craft, she would flip the conversation, dig a kernel of something deeper out of Zagreus instead of the other way around. The song that flowed from her lips like thoughts from her mind quieted as she listened, and she stirred absently, waiting for the sizzling smack of burning feet run up her stairs- He was forever in a hurry. She had forgotten what it felt like to rush-
But instead, she head the faint grumble of Charon, a distinct wooden thud, and the mutter of an answering voice. Then, tentative silence as unsteady feet ground into the ashy mess at the river's burning banks. Charon grunted something, and his boat ground off into deeper magma, back to whatever it was the Boatman did when he wasn't escorting souls.
While the nymph's mind wandered after the mysterious figure, she slowly realized she was not hearing the tell-tale signs of her new friend. Something he had said rang within her ears, and while her heart hadn't beat in ages, something in her still twinged and clenched. Who else would visit her? Who else even knew she was here?
The gentle tap of a sandal on her stone stairs made her freeze. Only the hiss of her protesting food reminded her hands to continue to move. No. He wouldn't get to do this to her again. He had his chance. She'd moved on! And yet.. A gentle, slender hand graced over the few plants she'd saved from the burning river, and they cried out to her in joy. She knew that hand, and so did the plants, as much of herself as she'd put into them. The tremble in the fingers that shivered through the plants shot up the nymphs spine, shaking the odd leaf from her branches, and she absolutely melted as her ears caught the soft hum of the man who'd gone through Hell itself to try and bring her home.
Orpheus had always been a man of peculiar talents and preoccupations. Many of them had been the very reason the Muse chose to grace him with her constant presence. The fact that he hummed to plants, because everyone enjoyed a song, was one of them. She couldn't deny it. Orpheus was here.
At her home.
To be at her side.
Again.
She could have sworn her heart beat again in time with the gentle taps of his feet up her stairs. That as he approached her false door, she almost thought she might bloom on the spot. The humming stopped as he pushed his way shakily through the stone, and he tripped into her sight. She meant to move to catch him, but she'd found herself partially rooted to the spot, and-
They stumbled together. Like clumsy yearlings, like the ground was not as rock solid as it had always been. Orpheus caught at Eurydice's shoulders, his grip still powerful even while the rest of him was not. Eurydice's strong arms circled his waist, one foot planted securely for him to land against, pale skin and thin cloth pressed against warm bark and thick furs.
Like not a day had passed. How many times had they come together this way, for so many reasons? When Orpheus turned his face up to her, a spot of something wet landed on it, but he only had eyes for her beautiful face.
"My love... my Muse.." His voice cracked, but with joy, a sound she'd never experienced, and instantly, she drew him into herself, pressed him tight and sank to the floor, shading him from the river's burning light.
"My silly little man." She cooed, and it was rough, her own throat clenched. And now they were both marked with wet spots in a joy that no living mortal could properly explain.
It was like they were starving, both sets of hands roaming over familiar shoulders and arms, stroking hair and petting faces, staring abjectly at the one thing they wanted to see most of all. Eurydice vaguely remembered the light of Ixion just beginning to brighten when she'd heard the boat arrive, but neither one cared to mark the passage of time.
Orpheus sat curled, cradled against his wife, pressing his face to her neck, her shoulder, kissing any browned barklike flesh he found, as though he feared it would vanish if not held in place by affection. Eurydice's hands couldn't stop moving, roving over her mate's pliant arms, hands. Underneath her awe, she cared enough to wonder how he had been treated in servitude, but found no new marks.
Neither one noticed when their tears dried, and it was much longer than it should have been before Orpheus finally broke the sound of another being's presence with a small, wavering question.
"My love... Do I smell burning?"
A squawk of surprise answered him, but frankly she found herself sluggish to act, and finally settled on simply turning the stove off and pulling her bundle of musician onto the bed with her.
"I can fix it later. I can't make this moment come back." She murmured, and he was grateful to accept the sentiment.
Neither one could have told Zagreus how long, how many times Ixion brightened and dimmed to mark the time, but when his cobbled raft of skulls slid against the shores, immediately the godling knew that there was nothing for him here. The beautiful melody that drifted from the house on this burning island made him feel light enough he didn't even want to ask if anything was cooking.
Zagreus settled, as quietly as he could manage, on Eurydice's stairs and gave himself some time to rub down sore muscles, his heart flying on the joy that enveloped the island. Nothing marked the Prince's quiet, smiling exit on another raft, as both musician and muse were lost in eachother's eyes and voice.
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