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you guys have no idea how badly i wish i could give my tortoise kisses but alas. salmonella.

[hadestownmodern]

persephone takes hades and junie to the farmers market

A shorter version is posted on AO3 :)

enjoy!

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“Excuse me, Miss Junie Bee, what did I tell you ‘bout running up there? You gotta take your time.” Persephone warns, her hand flexing open and shut to signal her young daughter to take hold of it. Junie beams at her mother, stopping to take both her hand and wiggle her hand around her father’s as well.

“Sorry Mama, I’m just excited!” She explains, skipping her feet ahead and tugging on her parents arms. “Amma said we could find loooots of things to make dinner with here!” Its pure excitement leaking out of her, the prospect of her favorite activity, cooking, pulling her along.

It was certainly unexpected for Persephone, when her toddler took to a love of all things food at a young age. It hadn’t surprised her that she had a taste for the finer things, but rather how much she enjoyed making them. Not to mention how, as she approached four, she was more capable in a kitchen than Persephone was herself.

Junie runs forward, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she tugs her parents ahead. “Daddy,” comes out in her sweet voice, as she tilts her head up at the sky to meet her father’s Gaze.

Hades looks back down to her with an eyebrow raised, and a smile creeping onto his face. He had found that his daughter was always full of  interesting questions, an inquisitiveness that would serve her well.

“Why did you wear a suit to the farm today? Your shoes are gonna get muddy, Amma makes me take mine off. She says it’s ‘cause you don’t know anythin’ about being here, but I told her you’re wrong because you know EVERYTHING.” It’s innocent and exudes pure childish curiosity. Junie is asking out of genuine wonder, but the question makes Persephone snort. She has to cover her face with her free hand and look the other direction, to avoid laughing directly in the face of her husband. While she certainly didn’t agree with her mother, especially the part of her telling Junie these things, she had to admit she had a point.

“Yeah, honey, tell your daughter why you wore business casual to the farm?” Persephone teases, as she reaches down to scoop Junie onto her hip. They smile at him, with identical expressions, though Persephone’s hints at a bit of taunting under it. “Since you know everything.”

Hades narrows his eyes at his wife as, as if reminding them as of dignity, adjusts the buttons on the front of his suit jacket. “Because, you can tell Demeter, I am here to patronize the community. Farm fresh produce is excellent. Other’s grow it and pick it, and I pay them for their goods and time. And, we cut out the middle man of the grocery store. It’s economically responsible. Supporting people who grow and sell the products…” He clarifies, before he tucks one hand into his pocket and gestures with the other. “And besides, Junie, why are we here?”

“Fresh Vegetables.” Junie responds with a single nod of her head, proud of herself for remembering the goal of their trip out (besides, of course, visiting her Grandmother).

“And why do we want them?” Hades questions, the inflection of his voice already filled with pride.

“Because if they aren’t fresh we don’t want them.” Junie recites with pride, kicking her feet in time with her parents walking ahead. “Mama, have you ever been here?”

“Good pocketbook lesson on Economics, Hades.” Persephone grins, kissing Junie’s cheek as she begins to direct her curiosity towards her mother instead. “Hmm? To this market? Yeah of course, baby, I grew up at Amma’s house. Me and Amma used to get up early every day and she’d make me go out to the garden with her- I was only about your size- and we’d pick our own vegetables for the day. Ask your daddy, even when he met me, I was growing tomato plants in my window.”

It had never dawned on her that her daughter may not associate her with planting and harvesting, the way the people who grew up on stories of Persephone and Demeter and the way the two of them seemed to make anything grow with just luck. “We never sold anything, but we could grow anything we wanted. We came here, too, though. For those things we couldn’t make ourselves. Cheeses, Eggs, Soaps..” She trails off, looking at the booth in the corner, now belonging to a woman selling scarves that once belonged to a family selling honey. Persephone doesn't realize the excitement that creeps into her voice as she talks about her town, doesn't realize that she is beaming as she explains the things she and her mother did in her early life. She makes a note to herself mentally, to bring Junie here more in the summer. Maybe it would serve her well, to run barefoot among the chickens, or eat grapes right off of the vine. Not like she could really do those things back home, Persephone would remind herself, as she realizes now how deeply that shaped who she is.

“My daddy used to sell honey up there,” Persephone points ahead at the replaced booth, “ he had a whole hive of Bees..” She trails off, voice catching in her throat.

“Bees like me! Junie BEE.” She emphasises for her, a look of wonder on her little face. “What happened to him, Mama?” Junie asks her mother, her voice gentle and soft, intuitively knowing to offer that comfort to her mother.

“Yeah baby. Junie Bee.” Persephone takes a deep breath, debating how to explain to her daughter, it seemed so blunt to discuss death to such a young girl. But, Perspehone supposed, there is no use in hiding it. “He died when I was really very little. I was smaller than you were.” She feels her husband’s hand on her shoulder in support as he gives her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “You should ask your grandmother about him. I bet she’d love to tell you.”

Junie nods, aware of the way the tone in the air shifts, ever intune with the people around her. She decides, then, to bring some joy back into her mother. “Why don’t you grow plants at home, mama?” Junie inquires with big, chocolate colored eyes, as she wraps her arms around her shoulders in a hug, before she begins to wriggle her body a bit to be let go to walk again.

“I’ve.. never tried, baby.” Persephone realizes, though she now has the idea swirling in her head. “I don’t know if it could grow with all that concrete.” There wasn’t really dirt and soil back home, concrete and steel were more common than trees and plants. Maybe window boxes? Persephone considers sliding Junie so she can walk again.

“Can you and ‘amma show me how? I bet I can make them grow back home.” Junie suggests, again, grabbing both their hands before tugging ahead. “I can do anything.”

Persephone nods in response, “I think we could make that happen.”  She links eyes with Hades, and they share a knowing look. With a little work, they’d give her whatever. They’d give her the world. “You sure can, baby.”

[sparkandwolf]

If you don’t write me girls in love, I swear I’ll break up with you. Gimme some Allora or something, buddybuns

Allison sat cross-legged on her bed, trying not to think about the press of Kira’s thigh against hers. She had to remind herself over and over through the course of their study session, through the course of their friendship if Allison was honest with herself, that Kira was there for help with English. Just English. 

But Kira looked so beautiful. Her long hair flowed past her shoulders, her dark eyes focused on the page in front of her, and her highlighter dangling from her lips. Every so often, Allison could see her tongue pulling it back into her mouth and it took everything inside Allison not to groan at the sight. 

It was like Kira had no idea what she was doing. Allison knew Kira, knew that there was a more than plausible chance that Kira was absolutely oblivious to the fact that Allison knew next to nothing about Emily Dickinson besides the theory that she was actually in love with a woman. Allison couldn’t help but laugh at the poetic irony of that thought and was instantly silenced when Kira glanced up at her, a wide smile on her lips. 

“What’s got you laughing, buddy? Something about our dearly beloved Emily that may help me through this incredibly boring collection?” Kira asked hopefully, kicking her legs up behind her from where she lay on her stomach. Allison felt her foot graze her back as if pushing her to talk, asking for a distraction, and she unconsciously leaned into the touch. 

Allison wasn’t sure what surged through her, but it was like she couldn’t control the words that decided to pass through her lips. “Did you know that Emily Dickinson wrote love letters to her sister-in-law?” Kira perked up at that, slamming her book closed as she mimicked Allison’s position and rested her chin in her hands. 

“This is way more interesting than ‘The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman,’“ Kira noted, excitement in her tone. “Please, tell me more.”

Allison cleared her throat and tried to ignore the way Kira’s fingers gripped her thigh. “She, uh, well--” Allison took a deep breath before convincing herself to speak again. “There was a collection of letters, from Emily to her brother’s wife, Susan. They, for lack of a better way to say it, were really gay,” she decided on, internally smacking herself at the word. 

Kira giggled and leaned even closer to Allison and this time, the scent of her vanilla shampoo took over Allison’s senses and she found herself leaning even closer. “I’ve written a few letters like that,” Kira admitted. Allison thought her heart might have stopped. 

“You have?” Kira nodded and after a split second of deliberation, reached into the side pocket of her backpack and pulled out tea-stained and crumpled up pages torn from a notebook and all but tossed them into Allison’s lap. 

She waited for Kira’s go-ahead, and once she nodded, Allison opened the first one. She read through it, her lungs turning to fire at the intimate words, her heart bursting with hope and want. 

I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are. I wish I could say the words out loud without fear of you finding out how I truly feel about you. 

I adore your laugh; the way it lights up your entire face, the brightness of it sure the warm even the darkest of hearts. 

Sometimes, when you fall asleep next to me, I find myself reaching out for you. Wanting to wrap you up in my arms, stroke your hair, and tell you just how much you mean to me. 

When you talk about him, there was a name crossed out, a hole practically scratched through the paper, I just want to scream. I want to mark you as mine and shout from the rooftops that I love you, Allison Argent. 

She read her name and it was like her entire body forgot how to function; her stomach flipped, her heart clenched, her lungs sucked in as much air as they could. Her eyes darted to Kira’s, plastered to her hands playing with a loose string on the seam of her leggings. 

Allison reached a gentle finger under her chin until their eyes could lock and even though the letters seemed to be sure, she waited for Kira to nod again. This time, instead of opening a letter, Allison let herself open her heart. Her lips pressed lightly against Kira’s, hesitantly as if she was afraid one wrong move would spook her. 

Kira was anything but scared. She surged forward, wrapping her arms around Allison’s neck until they tumbled back onto the soft pillows at the head of the bed, both of their laughter ringing through the air, their smiles as bright as sunshine. Neither of them wanted to pull away just yet, reveling in the feel of finally, finally, being able to taste what held each of their hopes, their dreams, their futures.

And when their lips eventually parted, neither of them had to say anything. Kira’s letter had said everything and Allison was already mentally penning her own. 

[whorphydice]

HADES BONDING WITH HIS INFANT DAUGHTER

Ahhh okay so I put this in the @hadestownmodern au! It’s way angstier than it needs to be and theres not a lot of background on this, but if anyone has questions I’m GLAD to answer them!

“I really hate your name, you know.” She’s tiny, impossibly so, but the way she fits in the crook of his arm feels like she was made to be there. Technically, he guessed, she was.  “But I definitely didn’t deserve an opinion on that after how I acted.”

She was so small, with a head full of soft brown curls. It was all he was able to focus on. Just how small she was. Sure, he had seen his siblings children and held them, but none of them compared to this. This was his.

He glanced over to his wife, who was sleeping deeply on her side, similar curls sprawled out around her pillow. He glanced between the baby and his wife and made the choice to walk down the hall to allow her to savor the extra hours of sleep. She deserved it, after all he’s put her through. 

Hades settled quickly in the leather chair of his office, tucking his feet up on his desk. He hasn’t quite looked away from Junie yet, fascinated with the way her eyes fluttered as if she were considering waking up. 

“I don’t really think I deserve you, either. I definitely don’t deserve your mother.” The newborn turns a little in his arms before settling back into sleep, content with her current placement. “She’s something of a superhero you, know. You could not have a better, stronger woman for a mother.” 

“She’s everything to me, but you’re everything to her. She was ready for everything that could happen to her. Because she wanted you.” Junie’s fussed just a little, before she settles down and contently goes back to sucking her pacifier. He runs a calloused finger down her cheek as she sleeps, just enjoying the weight of her in his arms. She was still bewildering, just the fact she existed was still a mind blowing phenomenon. 

“She loves you more than I can even imagine loving someone. She probably loves you more than I love her, and that’s…thats a lot of love. But she waited a long time for you, you know. I don’t blame her for being so protective.” It wasn’t to say he didn’t love her. He did, from the minute he got to see her. He loved her and he’d do anything for her, that was easy.  Loving her was easy, now, that loving her didn’t come at the expense of losing his wife. 

“I love you, too, but you’ll have to forgive me. You’ll have to forgive me that I didn’t love you like she did.” He realizes that she won’t remember this fortunately, but maybe just maybe he needs to say it. Maybe he needs it to forgive himself.  “I don’t deserve you, but i’m trying. I’m trying to. And i’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

He had immense guilt about it all- about the way he acted to his wife. The way he distanced himself at the worst time he could have. 

Demeter told them it would be fine, but how was he supposed to listen to her and her rambling about ‘cosmic plans’. She wasn’t a doctor, she wasn’t the person who told Persephone that all she was doing was risking her life again and again for nothing. 

I’m not watching you die.  He pleaded time and time again, when she asked him to do anything with her in those previous months. 

It’s worth it, Hades. To her, it was. It’s all she had wanted for eighteen years now. And of course, Persephone believed her mother and her cosmic connections. Her mother who told her this was meant to be, who told her she was going to be fine. 

Nothing is worth you dying. He meant it. There was nothing worth her death, not to him. How would have have gone on. How would he have survived. He wouldn’t have, in short. 

That statement- it lead to doors slamming and screaming and sleeping in offices. In her sleeping at her mother’s house and him over his desk. Odd, how something they had wanted so badly would be what tore them apart. 

Things changed so quickly, when Orpheus finds him crying in his car in the parking area. When Demeter calls him and tells him to come. Nothing mattered more than when he was told his wife was alive. It didn’t kill her, which was a miracle enough. 

Then there was Junie. Suddenly everything Persephone ever wanted made sense. He understood now. He understood why she was so stubborn and so willing to do whatever she had to. She was a miracle in her own way. 

Yes, he understood the love she had for Junie from the beginning. 

He has his feet on his desk, as he brings the sleeping baby to his shoulder now. “I really am sorry about your name though. That’s all your grandmother. 

“You named her…what? We are not naming her after a damn tree.”

“Mama told me months ago that her name would be Juniper. Like it or not, I’m not changing it. I’m not risking her now.”

Juniper. Like a plant. Not to mention four or five middle names like her mother. 

“You’re just gonna be Junie, how’s that?” He closes his eyes and leans back in the chair, running a hand over the baby’s back easily. “You’re gonna be Junie and i’m gonna do my best to deserve you, alright?”

He’s not paying any attention to the world around them as he enjoys his peaceful time with the girl. 

“What are you doing- come back to bed.” The voice startles him, coming from the doorway. He peaks one eye open and sees Persephone. She’s running a hand over her face tiredly, a messy braid coming undone at her shoulder. She’s got floral pajamas on she fought her mother about even buying- something ‘bout dressing like a grandmother.  “Come on, it’s late.”

He kicks his feet off the bed, holding both hands on Junie’s back. “I was trying not to wake you.”

“I’m a light sleeper now a days..” She leans in the door way and covers her mouth as she yawns, clearly fighting falling asleep standing up. “And you were wrong.”

“Wrong about what? You needing sleep?”

“No. You do deserve her. And me, too.”