hello hi okay so i haven't posted in this book in a while. let me explain. the thing is that i've been writing harry x OC stories since 2018 and after finishing my last fic (siem), i've realized that i don't really really want to write new characters and new stories. and all those stories would go in this book -- hence why i've kind of abandoned it.
i'm still more than happy to write (and continue to write!) for my existing characters. those blurbs just don't belong in this story.
however, any new hades!harry x persephone will still go here, and i plan on writing for them whenever i get more ideas, so i won't mark this book as complete.
also, apologies for not writing anything worthy of being posted in this book. hopefully this makes up for it. thank you so so so much for everything. for loving my old stories even though i would never ever reread them myself because they are horrific and i swear i'm a better writer now. thank you for commenting, voting, everything. it means the world to me and i hope you check out my other stories and blurbs.
this fic is about persephone being a late to returning to hades!harry, so he decides to take matters into his own hands. 6.5k words and, as always, happy reading :)
tw: mention of child passing away.
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Hecate and Hermes glance at each other as Hades, or Harry, stalks past them again, the look on his face murderous. The effects of his rage have been prominent from the trembling of the palace walls and the cold air shifting through the gardens. His arms are behind his back as he paces, hands in fists.
Hermes is the first one to speak. "Er, my king. Perhaps we should look into communicating with Dem–"
"Say her name and I'll kill you." Harry's growl is demonic. He turns his black eyes to Hermes, daring him to say more.
Hermes (tries to) stand his ground, but he shifts back towards Hecate against the corridor wall and murmurs, "Your turn."
Hecate doesn't bother. She's been around an enraged Harry too many times to interfere. Whatever plan he comes up with will be his own and then he can't go around blaming other people for the hole he digs for himself.
"A week," Harry's muttering to himself. "What could have made her so upset that she's late for a week. I understand a day. Maybe even two. But 7 entire days is ridiculous." He runs a hand through his hair, gripping it tight at the base of his neck.
Harry paces in the dimly lit hallway outside his bedroom for a little longer. And then, suddenly, he stops. Hecate knows he has a plan from the way he lifts his head sharply, eyes returning to their normal color.
"We must go up and get her."
Hermes groans. "You're still technically barred from leaving the Underworld, remember?"
It's true. Last year, he'd been visiting Persephone after a particularly terrifying dream about his father, and only wanted solace in his wife. Persephone had kept it a secret very well, and had cradled his head to his chest while waiting for him to calm down. But as he was leaving, disguised as a black snake, Helion, the traitorous bastard, had identified him and alerted Zeus. And as a result, Hermes was sent to "guard" the king of the underworld to ensure he did not break the clause in his contract that (paraphrased) stated, "Do not be stupid and leave the Underworld while your wife is gone or I shall fry you on the spot."
Also as a punishment, Zeus placed Hades on something that the mortals had made up. "House arrest" he'd called it, looking quite pleased with himself for thinking of it.
"I'll be invisible," Harry says.
"It will not be enough!" Hermes groans, his head in his hands. "You put me through so much stress. If I were mortal, I sure would have one of those things. Those heart conditions. The, er. Heart...heart..."
