#orphydice fic

[eurydices-carnation]

My resolutions:finish my fanfiction that has like 2.5 fans, write more fanfiction, get into the school I want, and maybe sit a table away from Reeve Carney

#Realistic enough #I have a clear idea for what I want to happen in my fic I just hate writing it y'know #Words are hard #Anyways I have a lot of fic ideas in my brain rn and it would be nice to just get things out #Also I'm seeing Eva Noblezada in concert in August #And I'm sitting in these front row tables with my friend #And we keep being delusional with shit like “omg what if Reeve's there he would totally sit in that area” #So may all our delulu come trulu #hadestown #hadestown broadway #hadestown musical #orpheus and eurydice #reeve carney #eva noblezada #orphydice #musical theatre #theatre kid #broadway musicals

[anticomedygarden]

graffiti

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everything in italics is taken directly from hadestown the musical

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On the road to hell, there was a railroad car.

The car was nothing special, average faded rusty red, streaked and chipped from time. The wheels rattled on their tracks; steam puffed from the front. It was so average, in fact, it would have stood out had it lived as part of another of its kind. As it was, it stood out in its line.

The train itself was also painfully average, made up of dozens of nearly identical red cars. Where once it would have fit in neatly with its peers, this locomotive now stood out in its mediocrity. This train was simply red. No looping whirls, no vibrant pieces of art scrawled on by spray paint. This train was bare, practically naked. This train was nothing special.

Did you ever wonder what it’s like...

This was the most special train in the world. See, at one point, before, this train was covered in paint. Those still on the other side, the ones without a ticket, were drawn to it. No one knew why. They just went, with their spray cans and their stencils. They flocked to the train and blanketed it with their mortal beauty, lathered it in the art of the living. 

They didn't know why, but they were repelled by it, too, and therefore couldn't stay away. Obsessed with the wrongness, the feeling of everything but life, they tried to cover it in themselves. Maybe, wherever that dark train went, the people on the other side could love the life they tried to instill in it.

And love it, they did.

Why, do we build the wall...

The workers loved the wall, the giant brick monstrosity that contained the fruits of their labor. Figuratively and literally, it was the barrier between them and everything. They needed the wall, and the wall needed them.

There was one section of the wall, though, with a gate just large enough to let the train in. They loved the train because the train let in their lady, but they hated it, because the train also took her away.

At one time, before their lord became obsessed, before the wall was anywhere near the height it was now, the train offered something else to the hunch backed workers. Every six months, the train came barrelling in in all its glory, taking or giving depending on the time of year, and with it, the view of life.

Keep your head...

The workers soaked up that view like the fresh air they hadn't felt since their deaths. That view, full of vibrancy and love, of art and humanity, of everything they lacked. That brought their eyes up and raised their heads from the wall just long enough for their lord to take notice. The next time the train came, the graffiti was gone, washed away by the god that shackled them. 

Ultimately, the workers didn't remember enough of themselves to care. They only felt a sense of longing, as if they'd forgotten something important, but it was quickly replaced by the wall. 

Except for one last bit of paint on the bottom left corner of one particular car, that one that stood out inexplicably against the rest. Just three simple words, painted in black on the rusty red of the train car. 

For some, it served as a bridge between their world and that of the living. For one, it was a reminder to never forget the love he once had. For another, it was a promise from a lover to never lose faith. For all, it was a message of hope. 

Wait for me.

#hadestown #orpheus #eurydice #hades #persephone #orphydice #hades x persephone #persephone x hades #orpheus and eurydice #hadestown broadway #orpheus x eurydice #my writing #my fic #eurydice x orpheus

[starry-bite]

#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

[ostronat]

i wrote a hadestown ficlet! it’s about eurydice’s (slightly complicated) return from the underworld, after orpheus fails to get her back himself.

persephone takes things into her own hands a bit.

#ao3 #hadestown #hadestown broadway #eva noblezada #eurydice #orpheus #hades and persephone #persephone #hades #orphydice #hadestown fic

[hadestownmodern]

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

[waitformereprise]

every hyperfixation i have is less popular than the last wtf

#orphydice isnt eeven at 600 fics ao3 and howlsophie just broke 500 i deserve better

[field-s-of-flowers]

❛ we don’t need moons. or stars. or god. ❜ for Orpheus and Eurydice?

This is for that roleswap au that I mentioned a couple times I think

The sunlight was fading from the sky, and Eurydice was getting tired of running. She’d seen the weather patterns: the moon would be new tonight and the sky cloudy. This wasn’t ideal. When you’re on the run from an Olympian, you need to at least be able to see.

“I’m sorry I got you into this.”

Orpheus looked down at Eurydice, clearly the verge of tears. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t sorry too. She was normally no stranger to peril, but this was another level entirely. If she’d known what would have happened, Eurydice was confident she would’ve walked right by that lanky, arrogant boy on the street.

“I mean, we’re running from my crazy Olympian uncle, and we don’t have anyone to help us, and now there’s no moon-”

But that’s not what happened. She’s with Orpheus now, and they’re both so tired, and they still need to keep moving.

“We don’t need the moon.”

He didn’t respond.

“Orpheus, you hear me? We don’t need the moon, or the stars, or the gods, because we have-”

He only turned to stare at her, eyes dull as the dead. Orpheus was a child of the sun. Of course his eyes would reflect the sky. Of course he would reflect the sky, cloudy-minded and hopeless.

Hope, as Eurydice had lately learned, was quite underrated.

“We have each other, Orpheus.”

She wanted to gag just saying it, but she meant it. She really did.

#Soph’s askbox #Kap tag #Soph’s fics #Hadestown #hadestown fic #hadestown roleswap au #Orphydice roleswap au #This was a slay tbh

[windebris]

#hadestown #hadestown fic #orphydice #circular narratives #fanfiction #prose by ani #HEY GUYS I MADE A THING

[wildflowerteas]

first half of our tsp ch15 reactions!!

i make such a big deal of sitting down to respond to these it's so. i have a fresh pot of tea ( Japanese sweet potato and chestnut with black sugar and some cookies, but that's beside the point ) and my hair is washed and my paper outlines are done and i can devote all my attention to giggling at my laptop screen like a freak. okay lets do this STARTING WITH SKK. and Orphydice. Because to love is to turn around. God . . . i really hope my insanity about dazai's suicidality in this fic shows. it's so complicated that it's got my brain going around in circles--at the start of the fic he's just burning through life and his job for mori, hoping that once everything is resolved and the people he loves are safe, he can kill himself as punishment for everything that he's done. but then he meets Chuuya, and suddenly he can feel good and useful for a reason and in a way that isn't so violent, and living for the sake of feeling that is enticing. but at the same time, he keeps pushing, slipping up, losing control, killing, and saying things that are almost incriminating because he wants Chuuya to know him and wants to see what he'll do when he does.

"falling for it just the way he's supposed to" (^_^)

TALS THESTJHGSA! THE TheTJSHJJA Yes they haven't said I Love You out loud yet because even though they're very clearly far gone, that would be too real for the both of them

Gun and No Badge . . . yeah. He was wearing his badge when he went home with Chuuya that first night. ALSO YEAH I realized as I was writing that this is the second New Year's kiss I've written??? how did we end up here . . .

sskk * explodes into red mist**

Woah picking up on the accent mention???? yes. Atsushi's gotten better at it, and at assimilating, but his first language is Japanese like Kouyou. The fact that you know nothing about TSP Atsushi is 100% intentional. even within the story, he's unknown to almost everyone. he's the golden boy at the precinct but there have been no mentions of his previous education, his time at the academy, or where he grew up ( beyond what he mentions himself in his POV ). The character that knows him best, and who he's revealed the most to is actually Mori if you can believe it. Most of the other characters are content to tell him things because of his open nature, and they don't even notice that the conversation is one-way until after it's over.

THE CROSSWORD. CRAZY. YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO NOTICE THAT. Yes...it's a gambling term. And the opposite is 'All on Black'

'fic author made for me' . . . (￣▽￣*)ゞ blushing and giggling and kicking my feet. WAIT WHYAM I GETTING CURSED?

that party image is exactly what it feels like when i see that I've been name-dropped in the discord gc.

i left the way they ended the night of new year's up to interpretation, because anything could have happened, really. they could have snuck off and left their dates behind to be in each other's company ( kouyou and yosano were bound to meet, anyway, considering Dazai's payment for her coming with him to the party was drinks at the Double Black -- which is coming up soon!! ). Or they could have gone back to the party, Dazai trying to shake off the feeling of having forgotten about something important, too caught up in the relief of having convinced Chuuya of his innocence. they really are unsalvageable, and were bound to end up like this regardless.

"you're an angel." was 100% intentional and you will be seeing it again because I'm insane

'I feel like the party was some fucked up fever dream' <- EXACTLY HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO FEEL. THATS WHY I STARTED THE NEXT SKK SCENE ON A CLASSIC ‘WAKING UP' MOMENT. OOHHH MY GOD THANK GOODNESS.

aha . .. ha..

anyway.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ask

[eurydices-carnation]

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

[joyfulsongbird]

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

[lady-of-the-upside-down]

I just made my first fic in a long time, and my first fic for this show. Two chapters are out now

Idk what my update schedule for this will be but I hope I can do it regularly

A shoutout to @flowers-inthepieshop for the incorrect quote that inspired this :))

#hadestown #orpheus #eurydice #jason of Argo #orphydice #orphydice fic #hadestown fic #hermes #persephone #hades #hadestown musical #patrick page #reeve carney #incorrect quotes #broadway #Hermes #hadestown au

[ostronat]

orpheus doesn't know what to do with himself without her. when he starts feeling a dull pain in his chest, he thinks of the stories he heard when he was young of soulmates.

chapter two is out of my silly goody hadestown fic! if you saw me forget how to spell orpheus while i was editing then no you didn't

#hadestown #hadestown fic #hadestown broadway #orpheus #eurydice #orphydice #hadestown orpheus #hadestown eurydice

[ivegotaheadlineforyou]

New Year

Some canon era Orphydice fluff. A few days late, but here it is! 

The bar was loud. The musicians were playing, and the mingling of voices led to the creation of a beautiful harmony. Hermes was milling the dance floor, flitting between tables checking up on everyone and everything, making sure the year was ending on a high note. From her spot behind the bar, Eurydice watched as faces brightened when they saw the God approaching them.

It was a celebration for the ages. The end of the first year with the world back in tune. No one had been turned away — families gathered in booths, children dancing to the raucous music by the stage. Friends toasting to one another, and lovers pressed tight together.

All but one couple.

Orpheus and Eurydice were working the New Years Eve party — gladly volunteered, knowing they would get to see their friends, as well as earn some decent tips. They were still working on building up savings, so they couldn’t turn down any work. Eurydice was behind the bar — her fingers nimble and quick enough to pour drinks without spilling. Orpheus was delivering drinks and clearing tables, and every so often he’d be pulled up onto the stage to play. Everyone in the bar knew that Eurydice would slow her service down when Orpheus was playing.

“You two gonna kiss at midnight?” A voice caught Eurydice’s attention, and she turned to face Kimberley and Afra. Eurydice laughed and shook her head. “It’s good luck,” Kimberly continued.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Eurydice asked, grabbing the girl’s empty glasses and setting about refilling them.

“Course I do,” Afra laughed, sitting up a little straighter. Her eyes were bright, but a little distant — the side effect of the bubbly she had taken a liking to.

“Well,” Eurydice said, placing their glasses back in front of them. “I got no plans to kiss anyone else.” Both girls smiled at Eurydice, and they each dropped a coin in the little tin jar on the bar, before pushing away and onto the dance floor.

Throughout the night, Eurydice tried to sneak glances at Orpheus. When he would come to pick up drinks, she would squeeze his wrist, or he would nudge her as he walked past. And the girl’s words rattled around in her brain. She wanted to kiss him at midnight. She imagined what it would feel like, to kiss her lover while everyone cheered, nothing but hope and anticipation in the air. What would it feel to, for one moment, be carefree and warm, held by her lover?

But the closer it got to midnight, the busier they got. It wasn’t until she felt the buzz in the bar, and a countdown beginning at ten did she realise that she wasn’t going to get her kiss.

nine… eight…seven…

Eurydice turned and put down a bottle, looking around to try and catch her lovers eye.

six… five… four….

When she caught sight of him, he was looking right at her, smiling his beautiful smile, his eyes soft and focused on her. She saw his face brighten as their eyes locked. they weren’t close enough.

three…two… one…

As the bar rang out with cheers, and as people threw their arms around each other’s necks, Eurydice mouthed i love you at her poet, and watched a blush rise up on his cheeks. happy new year he mouthed back.

He could, in his periphery, see couples embracing — young lovers embracing each other like the new year was already fleeting and they wanted to hold onto it. Older couples holding each other gently, lingering touches, soft as first snow. And Orpheus watched his lover across the bar, watched her shoulders slouch as she went back to work, wanting to reach out and hold her. To kiss her in front of everyone; in front of gods and men and the new year dawning before them. This is our year, their kiss would say to anyone in the vicinity. This will be our year.

The night passed on. The entrance of the new year did nothing to calm the party. Instead it elevated it. The music got louder, the singing more off key, and Eurydice was kept busy behind the bar.

Orpheus was pulled over to the stage, his lyre thrust into his hands, and who was he to object. He looked over at Eurydice, a sweet and flustered look on his face, but she just winked at him and started cheering with the crowd.

She loved looking out and watching Orpheus play with a sense of reckless abandon. She didn’t often see him in that state — wild and free, love and music dripping from his voice.

The night wore on — Eurydice cleaned and Orpheus played, until soon it was just a small bunch remaining. Orpheus thanked the musicians, one by one, as they packed up to leave with their family. They nodded and waved to the young couple as they lifted sleeping children into their arms, or wrapped themselves in warm coats to stumble home in.

“Just you and me now, Poet,” she said, finally leaving her spot behind the bar to cross over to him. He stretched out his hands and arms a little, walking to her. He relaxed when he finally had her in his arms. His love, his Eurydice.

“As it should be,” he whispered, voice full of song and sweetness. She smiled and leaned her forehead against his.  

“We missed midnight…” She said after a few minutes of just holding her poet close. Her voice trailing off, her fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What if our new year starts right here,” he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. He blinked and she felt his eyelashes against her skin. “What if our new year starts right now. Just the two of us.”

Eurydice lost her breath, unable to figure out how to respond to him. Unable to find the right words to say yes. To say this is all i’ve ever wanted. So she nodded and started at ten.

Orpheus smiled as she counted, and held her closer. Their knees pressed together, and his hands on her waist as they counted. When they reached one, the only space left between them was removed as they pressed their lips together softly.

Their year started here — surrounded by dim lights, and dirty glasses. Broken guitar strings, and flecks of confetti. Their year started as they held each other close, bracketed by dirty tables and empty wine bottles, and the sweetest air of love one had ever seen. They held each other tighter as they silently toasted to a year of warmth and love — to stability and new chapters.

And brother, do you know what they did? Pressed to one another, drunk on the possibilities of new seasons, of a new year?

They danced.

#please be gentle i haven't posted any canon era orphydice in a long time #orphydice #hadestown #orphydice fic #orpheus #eurydice #hadestown fanfiction #hadestown fanfic

[whorphydice]

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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ravenous, ravenous

one | two

When he looks up and spots her, standing paces away, his whole face lights up. “Eurydice,” he says, breathy and hopeful, and damn him for how her name sounds in his voice.

Home, he'd promised her.

“Eurydice,” he says gently, prying her hands off his shoulders and clutching her fingers. “Do you want this with me?” 

chapter two - read here on AO3

The lock on Orpheus’s door is rusted over. He fumbles through his pockets with one hand, dropping crumpled scraps of notepad paper on the dusty floor, apologizing with every breath. Still, he holds her hand tight, as if she might make a break for it if he lets go. Even as he struggles, reaching crosswise to his left pocket, he refuses to release her.

“Hold on a second,” she tells him, swallowing the ridiculous giggle that bubbles up in her gut.  

With her free hand, she reaches into his pocket, digging through the copious amounts of crumpled newsprint, until she finds something cold and metallic, with teeth on the end. It’s a skeleton key tied to a length of torn red cloth, frayed along the edges.

“You can open it,” he offers, “If you’d like.”

A door for her to open; Eurydice can’t remember the last time she’d had one of those. She fumbles with the key, using the end to push aside the flap. She jams it in the wrong way on her first try, the metal creaking angrily in protest. She turns it to try again, the end of the key scratching hideously against the surface of the lock. It takes try after try, of turning the key clockwise and then counter-clockwise, and then back again. Orpheus is entirely unhelpful, holding her left hand sandwiched between both of his, when she pulls her right out of his grip.

Finally, a wiggle and a twist to the right and the pins click. The doorknob turns and the hinges on the door groan as the door swings open. He beams down at her, eyes alight.

Eurydice swallows another ridiculous giggle.

Orpheus’s apartment, a second floor walk up on top of the liquor store, is little more than four walls and a roof. The door opens to empty space, a kitchen and what must be a dining area with a makeshift table; a piece of plywood over a rusted metal frame, and a single stool. There’s a trio of chairs lined up one side, each with a bent leg or a slanted wooden seat or a contorted backrest. Scavenged furnishings and do-it-yourself projects; she isn’t surprised. She’d expected as much, when he’d offered her that paper flower.

And still; it’s four walls more than she’d had, wandering the streets.

“Well?” she slips off her coat and hugs it to her chest, setting her bag down at her feet. “What can I do?”

“I can take your coat,” he offers, taking it from her and draping it over a hook on the barren tree in the foyer. “Do you want some tea? Lady Persephone left me some from her hibiscus garden, before she left for the winter.”

“Orpheus.” Six steps and she’s crossed the room to where he is. She curls her hands around the leather straps of his suspenders and yanks him close. Until he’s standing flush against her, so close she can feel the thrum of his heart. “You wanted me to come home with you.”

He swallows. “Yes. Yes I did.”

“Well then, lover,” she purrs, “What do you want me to do?”

“I…I don’t know,” he stutters.

“What about this?” she leans up on tiptoes and presses her mouth to his jaw.

His breath hitches. “Is this what you want to do?”

“That’s not important,” she takes him by the hand, leads him to the rightmost chair. It creaks when he sits, the legs teetering like a seesaw when she gently pushes him down with her hands on his shoulders, standing between his legs. “You brought me home. Tell me what you like.”

“Eurydice,” he chokes out. “I didn’t ask you to come home with me because I wanted this.”

Her grip on his shoulders tighten. “Well why did you, then?”

He looks down at his hands. “To talk to you, I guess. I just feel like I need to know you.”

Need; she could scoff. How fanciful a life did he lead if he had the luxury of using need in the context of this? A musician with his head in the clouds, by the state of his apartment, she should’ve guessed his grasp of the reality of this broken world to be less than practical.

“You want to know me,” she corrects. “Need is something else, lover. Let me show you.”

“Eurydice,” he says gently, prying her hands off his shoulders and clutching her fingers. “Do you want this with me?”

“You’re giving me a choice?” She chokes on a laugh. “There is none. Not for a thing like me.”

“What do you want from me, then? What did you want with me?” he swallows. “You came back, you said you wanted to come home with me. Why?”

That she’d been cold and hungry, and he’d seemed decent enough that she might offer herself to him to solve one of those problems—she can’t explain that to him. He, who doesn’t understand the difference between need and want, or perhaps just places want before need. The wants of his mind over the needs of his body. She’d resigned herself to bartering her flesh. Her body for a place to sleep, it’d seemed reasonable. But it’s her he wants and not the physical of what she’s willing to trade. She’s not for sale. She’d come to him as her last resort, but she’d sooner freeze than barter her soul.

Eurydice can’t stay.

She picks up her bag, heaving it up over her shoulder, wincing as the strap bears down on that line of muscle in her back that’s ready to give out. “This was a mistake. I should go. I’m going to go.”

“I’m sorry,” he says in a rush, “If it’s something I’ve said or done, please, I’m sorry. You don’t have to go.”

“Look, I’m offering you sex and only that,” she squints at him. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

He runs his fingers up his hair, mussing it even more. “Where will you go?”

What he doesn’t say: he doesn’t want sex, if it’s something she’s offering for trade.

She could laugh at his privilege.

“I’ll figure something out.” She picks her coat off the hook he’d draped it on. “Goodbye, Orpheus.”

The door closes gently behind her. She’ll find a way. She’ll have to.

  The doors to the train station close at eight in the evening, but there’s no lock on the door. Just a deadbolt on the outside that slips open with a tug at the latch. The lights are turned off, and the heating system’s creaky old pipes that had whined all day are silent. Eurydice exhales in a huff of frost. The place hadn’t been inviting in the light of day, but in the dark of night, it’s downright haunted.

There are slabs of wood on concrete blocks serving as benches, placed intermittently along the station’s walls. Glass panes form the exterior walls, and the black sealant is broken in places. Day had brought a touch of warmth, the furnace heating the space, but the nights are colder and with the heating powered down, the chill creeps through the cracks.

Eurydice picks the bench farthest from the windows and sets her bag down. Months ago, she’d had bedding, a roll of blankets with a pillow sandwiched in the hollow. No bed of feathers, but something to lie on, something to cover her legs. That’s gone now, lost on a train somewhere in the Midwest. All that remains are the clothes off her back. The wool on her coat unravels in tufts, the silk slip she’d repurposed into a dress offers no warmth. Her stockings have runs, where they’d caught on hooks and nails, gauging the skin underneath. She’d bled and then healed, the torn flesh scabbing and then scarring, but the wounds to the delicate nylon weren’t so easily healed.

Her coat is her blanket, her bag, a pillow. She clutches it to her stomach, curling her legs up and around all her worldly possessions. Eurydice yawns, wincing as the movement sends a fresh wave of pain through her stomach; she’d journeyed so far and so long, and all for this. A bench in a train station and a worthless three quarters to her name. She’d slept sitting up on dirty hay, dozed off while standing, holding onto a railing inside a train car. There’d been a rhyme and a reason to that struggle then, she’d given up her feather bed for—honour. There’s no honour to being homeless in the winter; pride will neither feed her, nor provide her shelter.

Fatigue pulls her under now, she drifts, her eyes heavy.

But the wind picks up, the building rattles. Something tugs at her bag and she jerks awake, clutching the coarse canvas satchel so tightly her knuckles turn white. The door to the place had opened easily for her, it would be just as easy for someone else to come in take all she has. A meagre nothing, but her nothing all the same.

And though the day—the days—had been interminably long, her eyes stay glued to the horizon as the morning light bleeds through the night.

She can’t do this again.

#hadestown fic #orpheus #eurydice #hadestown #orphydice fic #i'm the flakiest flake and i'm deeply sorry for how flaky i am lmao #i figured the tag could use a lil rejuvenation today given the strange other that popped in there #but srsly someone slap me and force me to write #update is also under the read more