#hadeseph

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Hadestown - Mitchell Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hades/Persephone (Hadestown), Eurydice/Orpheus (Hadestown), Hermes & Persephone (Hadestown), Hermes & Orpheus (Hadestown), Eurydice & Persephone (Hadestown) Characters: Eurydice (Hadestown), Persephone (Hadestown), Hades (Hadestown), Orpheus (Hadestown), Hermes (Hadestown), The Workers (Hadestown) Additional Tags: ok but, this isn’t a terrible idea, moulin rouge esc hadestown, other gods make appearances - Freeform, also year is 1901, cause moulin rouge takes place in 1900, and it feels appropriate, Also tw for alcohol, tw for sex, tw for drugs, come on guys it moulin rouge what were you expecting, tw for violence but not too graphic, also lots of sketchy people and greek mythology refs Summary:

The moment he saw her his jaw dropped. Her voice was like liquid diamonds, her beauty exquisite beyond compare.

Relationship Moodboard: HADES & PERSEPHONE

“I can be anything you want me to be.” His voice pricks like grit under my nails, pinching, his weight pressing me against the wall-plate. “The old gods twisted themselves into swans just to chase skirts. Imagine what I could bring myself to become—” Killer, killer, king— “Chasing after a queen like you.”

His hands tell me to stand still (What’ll crack first under the pressure?); his eyes are demanding a fight. His grip, my voice, the metal wall-plate: even the air stings with ice. “Even if you don a sheep’s skin, you’re still a wolf. You’re not innocent. You’ll never be innocent. You—You’re just one hell of an actor, Hades, and I’ve already peeked behind the curtains.”

“The delusion died, but you’re still here,” he whispers. “You must have liked what you saw.”

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Hadestown - Mitchell Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hades/Persephone (Hadestown), Eurydice/Orpheus (Hadestown), Hermes & Persephone (Hadestown), Hermes & Orpheus (Hadestown), Eurydice & Persephone (Hadestown) Characters: Eurydice (Hadestown), Persephone (Hadestown), Hades (Hadestown), Orpheus (Hadestown), Hermes (Hadestown), The Workers (Hadestown) Additional Tags: ok but, this isn’t a terrible idea, moulin rouge esc hadestown, other gods make appearances - Freeform, also year is 1901, cause moulin rouge takes place in 1900, and it feels appropriate, Also tw for alcohol, tw for sex, tw for drugs, come on guys it moulin rouge what were you expecting, tw for violence but not too graphic, also lots of sketchy people and greek mythology refs Summary:

The moment he saw her his jaw dropped. Her voice was like liquid diamonds, her beauty exquisite beyond compare.

Hades was absolutely exhausted.

The king rubbed his eyes again, shutting the door to his study waiting for the satisfying click. Nothing was more satisfying to the tired king than knowing he could finally sleep, weather it be past midnight or not. Hades wondered down the hall of his house, almost reaching the bedroom, only to stop when a loud crash sounded from downstairs.

“Persephone?” He called heading toward the stairs, pinpointing the crash to the kitchen. Why wasn’t she sleeping? Hades assumed she’d gone to bed hours ago, but to be fair he hadn’t left his office all day. He never seemed to anymore.

Another loud crash came from the kitchen, and Hades took off running towards his wife. The kitchen was quite the comical sight. Bowls and baking dishes lined the counter, only to be met with trails of flour and other ingredients filling the rest of the space. And in the center of it all was his wife, with her back facing the doorway.

“Lover, what are you doing?” Hades asked, taking the flask away from his wife’s side before she could notice. “Bakin’ a pie.” She slurred in an attempt to answer. She raised one of the containers preparing to dump the flour into her bowl. Hades snaked his arms around his wife’s waist.

“That’s sugar.”

“Oh.”

Persephone leaned back onto Hades, and he kissed her neck. “Come to bed, Seph.” He rumbled, his breath making the hairs on her neck stand up. “Alright.” She said, not wanting to protest. She was exhausted, and extremely drunk. Persephone wanted more than anything to curl up with her husband and sleep.

“What about my pie?” Persephone asked, almost laughing at her drunken attempt at a pie. She wasn’t a good cook sober, and her determination wasn’t enough when it came to the skill.

“We can clean it up tomorrow.” Hades answered, as Persephone grinned like a cat at her husband. “Alright.”

The king and queen walked upstairs abandoning the large mess in the kitchen for the time being. Hades sat Persephone on the bed, retrieving a night dress for his wife from the closet.

“I can function perfectly fine by myself.” She said, and Hades nodded. “I know, but you don’t have too.” He replied, brushing her wild curls away from her face.

“I love you, Hades.”

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Persephonefeels naked, but it has very, very little to do with the thin sheets tucked againsther chest.

Hades standsin the closet doorway, glowing red under the error message lighting up the shell-plateson the walls: Error connecting to Demeter,please follow your designated procedure for manual reboot. He only looks ather like this when the shell-plates are disconnected, when the cameras are off,when the Overs have been shut out of their—out of his room, equally prison and paradise. Looking at her like she’simportant, like she knows something, like she’s an answer, like she’s—

Real.

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Hades looksat her gently, scraping his jaw against the curve of her leg. Things have to begentle tonight—the shell-plates are connected, the Overs could be watching, theirinevitable exhibitionism a calculated facet of how he’s looking at her. It fills her with loathing, rose-thorns pricking in her stomach, to never know these intimacies can never be trusted, that their romance will always be treated as theater. Still,he smiles at her—sated, revealing teeth. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not,”she says, fingers roaming the trimmed field of his hair.

“No. You’rethinking something—I can hear the ground churning in that head of yours.”

“Maybe I’mnot. I don’t have to use this beautiful, bursting brain of mine every second,you know.” She smiles down at him, a giggle spilling from her, her fingersspringing patterns on his shoulders as his lips graze her stomach. “I’m just agirl trying to survive this beast of a world, Hades.”

“No,” herepeats, but there’s laughter softening the curves of his teeth when he nips ather. “You are never—never ‘just’ a girl, Persephone. You are… even in yourmoments of weakness, in all your fragility, for all your uprooting… you are awoman, a Goddess. Sweeter than heaven,” He presses his laughter to her chest,to her throat, his weight pressing her into the bed, “Hotter than hell.”

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Hades ishuman.

Persephonehas told herself this many times, a mantra swallowed down to calm her thistle-tornnerves. Even after letting her fingers roam his skin, Hades being made of bloodand flesh was not a sure thing. She has swallowed fruits and carved her fingersinto soil only to awake in a SimSet too many times to trust what she feels. Butseeing Hades as he steps into the hallway, bright lights flooding over hisangles—he doesn’t look like a Venter, or a Liar, or a Blasphemer, or any otherterrible thing that she knows he is.

He looks…entirely human.

“You’restaring.”

She knowsit’s a warning that lingers under his words, but a smile unfurls across her face.“Staring isn’t against the rules.”

Hereaches for her, one hand on her shoulder—curling up to her neck, to the sideof her jaw, pulling her into the space between them. She desires—sweetnothings. Anticipates—sour somethings. “You know better than to hover over me,Seph.”

“I know. It’sa dangerous risk I’m taking, walking you out of my own room.” Persephone laughs,softly, trying to ignore the cold clamp of his gloved fingers, failingmiserably. The laughter in her voice quivers. “I’ve seen too much. There’s nosalvation for me now.”

His eyesmeet hers, shadowed thoughts swimming in his gaze. “I’ve never tempted you withconcepts of salvation. I wouldn’t know anything about it, if it’s what you werehoping for.”

She takesa deep breath—tastes the chemicals on his gloves, the musty sour of his Venteruniform—as she leans into him, her whisper scraping the scruff of his jaw. “DoI seem like someone who needs saving to you?”

“You seemto me like someone who doesn’t know what she’s getting into.” His growl grinds asif unused gears are pushing against each other in his chest. “This is a seed we’replanting, Persephone. It might bloom. It might rot. No matter what springs, itwill never gather itself back into its seed.”

Shetraces over the prickle of his jaw, grazing over dark hairs, finding the marks inhis skin where his mask had dug in. “…Tell me. Honestly. Do I need saving?”