#i think she would drape herself over the arm of hades' chair at every opportunity

[saym0-0]

i saw in a fic once that tim was persephone in udad and i cant get the idea out of my head,,

[ratcarney]

the stones wept

also known as papers AU #1! this is the first thing i ever wrote for the hadestown fandom and it will always be very near and dear to my heart. if you’re new here, my papers AUs are several different scenarios that i imagine could happen after the workers leave in “papers,” before “if it’s true.” enjoy!

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persephone liked to take walks on earth. she enjoyed seeing all of the fruits of the mortals’ labor, all in reverence to her. the bright colors, the swirling green, it was therapeutic.

in hadestown, however, walks were less pleasant. everywhere persephone went, she saw dead-eyed workers toiling over one of hades’ new projects. it was definitely unnerving, but couldn’t bar her from walking. it was one of the only things tying her to the surface world.

persephone took her flask out of her dress and sipped from it, letting the sensation lull her into makeshift tranquility before going on her way. she usually avoided looking around her while walking, but something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. a crumpled mass lay on the ground, and upon further inspection, it differed from the other crumpled masses she usually saw. those were usually rocks, or bricks, or oddly-placed piles of pickaxes. but this one appeared to be shaking. persephone stashed her flask back in her dress and stumbled over. this was a young man, thin and pale, and hurt badly. blood marred his face and stained his white shirt. despite her better judgement, persephone touched his face to brush back his hair. it was impulsive, but she couldn’t remember the last time she touched someone with the intent to care. her hand met his forehead and upon contact, his eyes fluttered open. persephone gasped. “the poet.” she murmured. he attempted to speak, but all that would come out was a harsh hissing noise.

“hey, shh.” persephone shushed him. she felt the urge to protect this boy—goodness knew how long she’d been deprived of any opportunity to care for someone, and it was in her blood. she cultivated the earth, she trained the flowers to grow. she felt compelled to help this poet that had always said such kind words about her with his cup raised high. “can you walk, honey?” the term of endearment spilled out of her before she could stop it. she hadn’t called anyone something that tender in…forever. the poet nodded feebly, allowing persephone to pull him to his feet. he held his right side with his left arm and cringed, but allowed persephone to lead him to her bar. “that’s it, yeah.” persephone whispered. “step into my office.” she sat him on a chair and stepped back to find supplies. “i remember you.” she told him. “you’re the poet.” once she had bandages and alcohol in tow, persephone pulled up a chair in front of her patient and started to tend to his wounds. “orpheus.” the boy whispered. the words had no sooner left his mouth when he sat up abruptly. “i’m orpheus.” he said this like it was a revelation and locked eyes with persephone. “i need to find eurydice.” orpheus’s eyes widened. “i…i have to go and find eurydice, excuse me, please—“ he tried to stand, but only fell back into the chair with a sharp cry and wrapped an arm around his ribcage again. persephone placed a pacifying hand on his chest. “whoa.” she said. “slow down, sweetheart. you’re not in any condition to go find anyone.” the poet’s eyes were desperate. persephone hadn’t seen desperation down here in a while, save for in the mirror.

wait. she kept her hand against orpheus’s chest, spreading her fingers wide. to her shock, a fast beating met her fingertips. “you’re alive.” orpheus blinked. “i am.” it was too tentative to be a statement, but not curious enough to be a question. “i, i am.” persephone peered at the poet in disbelief. she took in his thin, trembling frame and the cuts and bruises on his face. had she not felt his heart, she wouldn’t have known he was alive at all. “you can’t be here.” she murmured. “how can you be here?” “there’s another way, a-around the back.” “there’s another way?” she exclaimed, perhaps too loudly. orpheus flinched, and persephone quickly stopped herself from shouting anything else. he couldn’t take any sudden movements right now, not like this. “sorry…what other way?” she had searched everywhere for another way out. never before had she found a back way. orpheus shook his head. “i can’t, i…” he coughed and grimaced at the consequent sharp pain in his cracked ribs. “i can’t tell you. i don’t know, i didn’t look up, i couldn’t, i just—just couldn’t…” he concentrated on regulating his breathing, focusing on keeping his heart rate down. it was clear to persephone that he was unused to feeling like this…whatever “this” was. “calm down, honey. it’s okay. i’m here. i’m here.” persephone murmured with a hand still on orpheus’s chest. sharing escape tips would have to come later. “slow down, hush.”

“it’s my fault she’s down here, it’s my fault, i need to tell her that i’m sorry.” orpheus was shivering, but it was far from cold. persephone took her hand off of his chest to get the faux fur coat she always brought down with her. orpheus didn’t turn to look and cast his eyes downward, his arm tightening around his body. persephone draped the coat around the boy with a tutting noise of sympathy. poor kid. he really did look like he was falling apart at the seams.

“when was the last time you ate?” she asked. she wasn’t a mother in the biological sense, but every bone in her body was screaming at her to tend to this poor, lost boy.

orpheus shook his head, dazed. “i, i dunno. i don’t remember.” persephone felt a pang of guilt strike her heart. she knew it wasn’t really her fault, but she did feel guilty for everyone on earth that had to deal with the dead harvests and unforgiving weather while she was in hadestown, fighting with her husband. “here, i can get you some…” she slipped behind the bar and kneeled down. “i have some bread—it’s not old, i just smuggled it in.” persephone took it, unwrapped it, and spread a generous pat of butter on two slices. “here.” orpheus’s hunger was nearly palpable; she could feel it in the air.

he hesitated, looking at persephone cautiously. sympathy filled her heart, mixing with the guilt. “go on, honey, eat. i won’t do anything—you can eat.” orpheus lifted the bread to his mouth and took a bite. his eyes widened, and in a few seconds, the bread was gone. he devoured it practically whole. persephone chuckled despite herself, sat, and began to clean orpheus’s wounds with alcohol…not the fun kind. he winced, but didn’t have enough strength to really pull back. “is everyone as hungry as you up there?” orpheus nodded and met her question with a tentative one of his own. “does everyone get…get food like that down here?”

persephone thought for a moment. “i suppose so, yes.” then again, no one working down at the factory necessarily needed food—the nonstop labor sapped them of any hunger. nonetheless, the poet deflated before her very eyes, breathing a quiet sigh of relief. “so she’s being fed.” he whispered, half to himself. persephone tilted her head. she knew who he was talking about. the look on his face said it all. “you really love her, don’t you.” orpheus touched his right hand to his chest. “with all my heart.” persephone nodded, a ghost of a smile on her lips. she remembered feeling like that about hades—like there was no one else, nothing else that could make her feel the way he did. she missed it. “how did you get in here? other than the back way.” she looked around the bar as a precaution before continuing. “the fates are not known for their forgiving nature. atropos, especially.” orpheus blinked. “the fates?” persephone nodded. “three ladies, all dressed the same.” she set a gentle hand on his knee in her attempt to jog his memory. “never liked them, myself.” “i sang a song.” orpheus said, sounding far away. “i sang a song so beautiful, the stones wept.” he directed his intense gaze at the bewildered persephone. “and they let me in.” “must have been one hell of a song.” just like that, he stared at the floor again, avoiding any possible confrontation. “i wrote it so spring would come back.” before she could stop herself, persephone laughed. “to make spring come back?” “it’s a foolish idea, i—“ “no! no. it’s not.” persephone regretted laughing immediately. she had never seen someone so unabashedly filled with hope, she didn’t know what else to do. “how long did it take to write?” what started as trying to keep the boy distracted from his wounds has blossomed into real curiosity. she was touched that he cared so much, and not just about the weather. “it’s not finished, i still can’t…” orpheus swallowed and shook his head. “…i can’t get it quite right.” something in his eyes told persephone that he wasn’t disclosing a very important part of the story. she’d seen that look glinting in hades’ eyes every time winter ended. something like regret. “and the girl? eurydice?” she fought to keep an edge of disdain out of her voice. it wasn’t orpheus’s fault that he was starting to remind her so much of her husband.

orpheus understood the question immediately—much to persephone’s dismay. “i thought i could bring spring back, i really did. i couldn’t think about anything else. i didn’t eat, or, or sleep, but neither did she.” he raised his head weakly and made a fist just to do something with the hand that wasn’t pressed to his side. evidently, this wasn’t his favorite thing to talk about. “i couldn’t provide for her. i was blind, i couldn’t…i was so caught up in…” his dull eyes suddenly shone in a moment of temporary clarity. “ in the world that could be—“ “—that you couldn’t see the world that is.” persephone finished sharply. “the world that was right in front of you.” orpheus blinked.

“you remind me of my husband.” persephone took her hand off of his knee. “of hades?” the poet’s voice broke on the god of the underworld’s name.

you’ve scared him, persephone. he’s already scared enough, he doesn’t need more. she shook her head, taking his hand and stroking the back of it with her thumb. “i didn’t mean it badly, sweetheart.” persephone backtracked. “i promise.” orpheus shuddered, but didn’t take his hand back. persephone didn’t blame him for being scared. hades didn’t used to be so hell-bent on his factories. there was something new in his eyes that she had never recognized before. something without any reservations. something dark that didn’t used to be there. it was all about the machinery, all about the wall. what hades didn’t understand was that it wasn’t going to help anyone on the surface. making the underworld into a sauna wasn’t going to make summer come back. building a wall wasn’t going to fix the barrier between him and persephone, either. persephone pushed that out of her mind. only room for one hades-related breakdown a day, remember? think of the mortals. besides, this is about orpheus. “and eurydice…is she…?” now orpheus took back his hand and pressed it to his mouth. persephone watched as tears pooled in the corners of his eyes. he was so sensitive, this boy. when he felt things, he felt them with his whole heart, his whole chest. she could see it in the way he spoke about the girl he loved. she could see it in the way he physically ached for eurydice but barely flinched when persephone tended to the cuts on his face and his bloody nose.

a tear slowly rolled down orpheus’s cheek, seeping into the gash on his cheekbone. persephone swallowed the urge to cry with him. i was wrong. he isn’t like hades at all, she thought. hades would never feel remorse like this for me.

she pulled the fur coat tighter around his shoulders. “hey. hey, hey. honey, listen…” her hand found orpheus’s knee again. “orpheus, it’s going to be okay.” a sob escaped his lips, shaking his whole body with its force. the poet shook his head and pressed his hand tighter against his mouth. persephone could do nothing but watch as he broke down in front of her. she knew that there was nothing she could say or do that would calm him. after a minute or two, he gathered himself. orpheus risked a glance at persephone with red-rimmed eyes. upon seeing her concerned expression, he let go of the tension in his shoulders and exhaled. “it was gonna be the two of us.” he murmured. “if i had finished the song sooner, i could have…she wouldn’t have left.” “can you sing it for me?” orpheus’s expression changed from one of sorrow to one of confusion. “sing it for you?” persephone offered him a sad little smile. “you don’t have to, but i haven’t heard anything good in a while.” she shrugged. “and i’d like to hear it straight from the poet himself.” after a moment. orpheus tightened his grip on the side of his body and took a careful breath. with that, he started to sing. it was a gorgeous melody. it truly was. there weren’t any words as far as persephone was aware. it didn’t matter. he didn’t need them. every few seconds, orpheus took a pause and changed a note or two. it was a broken melody, and definitely more of a work in progress than persephone first thought.  but it was breathtaking.

every time he paused, she could see his brain working. she saw the poet writing and rewriting, crossing out and composing in his mind. she had never seen anything like it. orpheus held his next note out, long and glimmering with a gentle vibrato unique to him and him only. he repeated his previous unsuccessful melodies again after the first long note, decreasing in volume. there was a few seconds of this, and suddenly persephone watched something click in his head. something had just come together in a spectacular way. she listened closely. this tune was different. still gorgeous…but different. persephone felt it in her chest, each beat of her heart echoing every note. it was familiar, and sad, and filled with what sounded like buried affection. orpheus trailed off, eyes wide with the shock of this new development in his song. “i think that was it.” he mumbled. “that was the rest of it. that was it.” a spell that persephone didn’t realize orpheus’s voice had cast over the room broke. “orpheus, where did you get that melody?” she asked quietly.

he stared at persephone with a mixture of fear and wonder on his face. “i, i don’t know. i don’t know, i…” orpheus blinked. “it’s not mine, i know that, but it’s something i’ve felt for a long time. it’s in my heart.” persephone considered the boy, taking in his tear-streaked face and awe-filled stare. “it’s in mine, too.” the silence that fell following her words was almost comfortable. before they had really met, persephone had liked orpheus. she had liked his music. but seeing him up close, observing the way he felt so deeply for things…it made her love him. she cared about him. she wanted to see him succeed. and she didn’t want him to lose eurydice. if anyone in this world deserved pure love, it was orpheus. he had made mistakes, but his intentions were crystal clear. persephone saw this. 

“i need to find her. i need to tell her i finished the song, i…” he trailed off. “i’ll lose her forever if i don’t.” persephone made a soft, comforting noise. “you just made a mistake.” orpheus unwrapped his left arm from his side and gave a soft hiss of pain. “she’ll never forgive me.” he whispered and made to put his head in his hands, but persephone reached out and lifted his chin. his hands fell to his lap.

“orpheus, if you love her, and she loves you, then…” persephone sighed. “it would be a bigger mistake to let her go.” she fiddled with the hem of her dress. “you have to keep trying.”

“how?” orpheus asked, his voice more breath than anything else. “how can i keep trying when ha—your husband…he won’t let me.” he couldn’t bring himself to say the god of the underworld’s name. persephone didn’t blame him.

“you would be surprised.” she spoke in a stage whisper. “people will hear you through that crack you made in the wall, orpheus.” persephone raised her head to look him in the eye. “everybody knows the walls have ears.”

[hadestownmodern]

Wedding

 (literally nobody asked for a wedding fic but someone did ask for soft young parents and...technically...this fits that a little bit?)

It’s a night in the middle of winter; a fresh coating of snow coats the rolling meadow behind Demeter’s tiny farmhouse. She’d offered her house up for their wedding with a wholehearted excitement, borrowed mismatched sets of chairs and tables and set them all out on the lawn. From the moment the day had begun she’d been busy-tending to the animals and putting them away for the night, starting small bonfires and heat lamps to keep the night warm. Fairy lights were strung between the large trees, lanterns hung around the line of the bordering forest. Even the garden, sparse from the winter weather, had been decked in a soft glow of lights among its posts. Bunches of deep purple flowers and earthy sage were scattered along the tables, clipped to the lights. Eurydice had been over during the week, begging to help to no avail; everything was meant to be a surprise.

              “Don’t lift a finger,” Demeter chastised lovingly. “You just take care of that baby of yours. Let us do something for you.”

Hades moved around with a happy display of his culinary skill, having already prepared a decent amount of food throughout the week. It was enough to feed the whole city, they’d joked, and he’d beamed with pride. He set appetizers on whatever sorts of trays he could find, poured drinks into glass jars, set them in a beautiful array around the galley kitchen that made it seem beautifully overflowing. From time to time he’d bustle over to Eurydice and Persephone, shoving spoonfuls of food toward them with urgency, eagerly awaiting the inevitable grins and thumbs-up that would follow. Junie had long since draped herself across a majority of the couch, her own lace-flowered dress a compliment to her head of big angelic curls and the crown of sage-colored leaves around them. Junie’s eyes have been glued to Eurydice since she’d seen her, her hand aching to hold hers, to follow her as she walked.

“You look like a princess,” she’d gasped, reaching up to touch the baby in her arms. Melody wore a matching rendition of the softly flowing lace, a purple headband bow covering the dark hair upon her own head. Eurydice had yet to put her down for more than five minutes-had held her wide-eyed baby proudly as she’d gotten her cropped hair brushed and settled into their natural waves, gone for an earthily toned makeup look, soft and simple. Junie played games with her, hopped up and down and twirled in her dress, entertaining the smiling infant with adoration and purpose.

The guests arrived nearly all at once; friends from work, some of the people Orpheus played music with…the crowd was small, but intimate. Each face knew another, each with their own story to tell of the day Orpheus had told them about this girl in the coffee shop, or her name is Eurydice-I love her more than anything, or we’re having a baby. We’re going to get married. The endless songs of love that came from Orpheus knowing her echoed throughout the crowd, was shown in the way they bustled amongst each other, spoke words of blessing and happiness for the young couple. They poured over the tablecards, each printed with heartfelt photos of the short time they’d spent together-seemingly sprawling, judging on the way the two clung to each other in a photobooth, posed behind the bar, wrapped themselves in each other at Christmas with an ultrasound picture between them. The sunset-evening was glowing with these small sentiments of love, which only grew as a nervous Orpheus stood under the handmade archway beside the garden.

He waited with his eyes trained to the back door of his amma’s house, hands fiddling with the hem of his suit coat. Hermes and Hades stoodd on either side of Orpheus, watching as he fussed around with impatience. Hermes lifted one arm, patting his shoulder with a chuckle. Orpheus looked out at the gathering of their close friends, sat in those same mismatched chairs, arranged from their tables in a haphazardly beautiful sort of crowd with an aisle in between. A pair of musicians played their instruments, a guitar and a fiddle respectively, and the door flung open.

Junie ran out first, in a sort of twirling dance that showed off the carefree flow of lace coming from beneath her warm woolen petticoat. She threw purple petals from Demeter’s greenhouse, petals she helped pick and pluck that morning to keep her occupied. Her feet left tiny tracks in the dusting of snow they’d received; just enough to bless the earth with a perfect white powder, seemingly decorative rather than by the nature of the winter. Orpheus kept his eyes trained on the door, listened as the crowd fell helplessly to the joy she spread. Nothing else mattered except the girl behind the door, which opened only after he heard Hades scoop Junie up in his arms, felt her pat his arm relentlessly.

Everything stopped when the door opened again; a flood of warm light hit the now darkened night, wrapped itself around Eurydice as she stepped out into the snow. Persephone and Demeter stood on either side of her, hands on her back. Flanked in support, Eurydice began her trek down the aisle, and Orpheus wiped feverishly at the tears that spilled openly down his cheeks.

She was ethereal beauty, clothed in a sheer white dress with bell sleeves and a deeply dipped neckline. There are small bits of embroidery, hand-stitched in gold thread to resemble a universe of constellations telling stories of a young Demeter, Persephone about to be born, practicing her hand at a hobby that kept her busy. The dipping neck is hidden by the baby in her arms-their girl, in tiny long-sleeved lace and a completely encompassing petticoat, tucked as close to Eurydice’s chest as possible. He attempted this stand-still moment as he watched all of the important women in his life walk toward him, but then Eurydice was grinning, pausing to gasp, open mouthed and cry with him. His feet move before he can think about the etiquette of it all, meet her in the middle of the aisle. Orpheus reaches his hands to her arms, rubbing her shoulders and kissing Melody’s head.

“Hi,” He breathed, an ear-to-ear grin encompassing all of his features, spreading his own unfiltered joy through the crowd. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” She giggled, shaking her head as he wiped the tears from her eyes. From the archway Hermes cleared his throat, rolled his eyes and called Orpheus’s name.

“Come on, you two. Come up here and get married.”

There was a chorus of laughter, Hermes shaking his head as they stood in front of the crowd, Orpheus with an arm on hers and a hand on Melody’s back. He was shaking, nerves and excitement bubbling within him like carbonation just waiting for its opportunity to meet the open air-for permission to overflow. Eurydice wasn’t much different, then, simultaneously thankful for the presence of their daughter snug against her chest and aching to reach out and fold herself over Orpheus. Her tender poet, soft and adoring, looked between them both with stars in his eyes, content in the moment until Hermes poked at his arm.

“Your vows?” He reminded, and Orpheus took in a deep breath. Feeling the presence of their friends-the bite of the winter air against the warmth of the bonfires and lamps and Eurydice’s soft, glowing smile, he began.

“I know that everyone thought I was crazy when I bought you a ring two weeks after meeting you. I know that they thought it was crazy that four weeks after we met we were engaged, we were going to have a baby. They don’t know what I know. They didn’t get to see the way you looked the night we met, talking about your classes and your degree and your passions. They don’t get to know what it felt like to be loved by someone with every reason to run after I said ‘I love you’ way too soon. They don’t know what it’s like to watch the woman you love tell you she’s pregnant a month in and just feel…joy. Excitement…I was taught from a very young age that love is something rare, and special. That you know when it’s right. I was taught to believe that souls are supposed to meet each other here, that we’re lucky enough to share a physical space for as long as we get. I knew from the moment I met you that you were it. And I didn’t want to waste any more time. You’re it-and I love you endlessly, forever.”

“I’m going to say it before anyone else does-we clearly haven’t wasted any time here.” Eurydice kisses their daughter’s head, their friends and family laughing, Persephone’s distinct agreement above them all. “But I’m glad, because I love you. I love you for speaking too soon-for loving me in a way I’ve never been loved before. I love you for teaching me what love really is, for being the most giving, kind presence of light anybody has had in their life. I love you for your heart; you gave us Melody. You poured yourself into work, you wrote songs and changed diapers and held me even when I was being stubborn. I am so happy that our daughter gets to grow up with a father like you-someone who loves so openly and unconditionally, who speaks with honesty and kindness…when I met you, I met my family. I felt like I was home. And now, I can truly say that. Orpheus, I love you-endlessly, forever.”

Eurydice passes Melody over to Persephone with haste, flies eagerly and wholly into her poet’s waiting arms. She can feel the squeeze of his hug, his hasty lips on hers. She brings both her hands to the back of his neck and presses herself as close to him as possible, the cheering of their friends and family merely a muted background to their own happiness. A tiny squeaking makes its way past them-past the bubble they’d created-and Eurydice pulls away laughing as she takes a fussing mama’s girl away from Persephone. She holds Melody between them, Orpheus kissing her head and holding them both. He’s still holding them as they walk back down the aisle-as their friends begin to move the chairs back around, begin playing celebratory songs, gathering around them to smother them in well wishes.

The crowd is wrapped in doubling of warmth as Orpheus bends over to kiss his wife again, smiling as they laugh through a new round of their own blissful tears.