please, persephone, i am not that man
this is the first scene of this fic that may never be fully written because i’m trash and never finish anything i start. /o\ it’s based on this really lovely art of harry as persephone and nick as hades that i fell in absolute love with and there’s actually a whole plot behind it and everything and lfdhjlkdsajd
anyway, it’s just silly fluff if you need something dumb to cheer you up :)
an alternative interpretation
“What do you mean you’re going to Nick’s?” demands Zayn. “Harry, I’ve got no idea how this went on for so long without your notice but Nick’s the god of the afterlife. ‘Going over to Nick’s’ is like – you’ll literally have to go to the underworld.”
“I know that,” says Harry, annoyed. He knows that better than Zayn does. “But it wouldn’t be very fair of me to ask him to come up here every time we want to see each other, would it.”
In which Harry is an enthusiastic Persephone, Nick is an equally doting Hades, and, “Just – be careful not to eat anything from the underworld unless you’re ready to commit to that life for an eternity, Harry,” ends up encompassing a whole lot more than anyone had taken it to mean.
THIS FIC IS HILARIOUS. OH MY GOD.