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( riordan mythos - au ) a promise to keep / mundane and memorable
Title: a promise to keep
Fandom: Riordan Mythos
Universe: AU
Relationships: Anubis + Jason Grace
Summary: Anubis usually hates how he can only manifests in places of death, and how he has no power over those outside his domain. This time, however, he can use his powers for good.
Word Count: 561
Notes: I honestly have no idea where this one came from! But I hope you enjoy.
A deadly battle had taken place here once. Anubis could feel it in his bones as he manifested, taking those tentative first steps forward. As a god of death, he could only step foot on sacred places where people had passed away from this realm - and honestly, he hated it. He hated how he couldn't acknowledge every life that had slipped from this realm. If they didn't believe in his pantheon - in the very truth he held dear - then they couldn't be judged under his scales. Their faith system determined their resting place.
If they were Greek or Roman, then Hades (Pluto? That guy felt like two different people) chartered their course into the Underworld. If they believed in an Abrahamic faith, in that great creator who supposedly created the cosmos, then they were under the angels' jurisdiction. If they were Norse, if they were Japanese... well, the point was the same.
Anubis held no power over them. He kind of wished he held power over this one brave soldier, though. He could feel their remorse, their regret, as he approached them.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Elysium?" Anubis couldn't help asking, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
He would've known a Greek - or Roman - child anywhere. His stance was tall and proud; his gray eyes were directed towards a somber campfire, where children dressed in orange and violet t-shirts exchanged stories; and he still gripped tightly to a golden coin with immense energy radiating from it. This kid had never known a day of rest in his life, Anubis was sure.
The kid blinked back genuine surprise. His voice grew dry, "Nico? Aren't you supposed to be at camp?"
Oh.
Oh, Gods, not again....
Anubis laughed, running a hand through his hair, "If I were Nico, then yeah. Maybe I would be."
"Oh." The kid's cheeks turned a faint red. "So you would be...?"
"Anubis." He turned towards the campfire. "But you didn't answer my question."
"I uh..." The kid drew in a breath. His shoulders started to shake, and even though his gaze didn't leave the campfire, his voice was unsteady. Far from the calm confidence the kid had probably emanated in his life. "I wanted to see them one last time."
Now that, Anubis could understand. Everyone wanted to give their loved ones a proper good-bye. Life never granted mortals the chance to properly tell each other how much they loved and cherished one another. He had seen that time and time again. Humanity never changed: their enduring spirit was probably one of the things he loved best about them. They may be able to adapt to anything, but their beating hearts were all the same.
"Well..." Anubis grinned, holding out his hand. He was going to get in so much trouble for this, he could already tell - but the kid's spirit wasn't in the Underworld. He could deal with the consequences later. "If you'll let me, I think I can manage that, Mr...?"
"Jason." The kid returned the grin right back, reaching out for Anubis's hand. "I'll go back, I promise."
Promises weren't meant to be made lightly, Anubis wanted to say - but as he accepted Jason's hand and ushered the kid's spirit into this realm, just for a moment, he knew this soul would keep it.
Title: mundane and memorable
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Universe: canon!
Relationships: Percy/Annabeth, Percy+Paul
word count: ~500
Summary: Percy's nervousness over a potential monster invasion gets mistaken for a different kind of nervousness....
Notes: A flash fic like the earlier one, this was written as an example of my PJO/HoO-verse writing since I've somehow neglected this category on my fic journal. I hope you enjoy!
After getting expelled from seven schools (none of which was his fault - thanks, Poseidon, for the demigod life), Percy would have never dreamed that he would make it to his senior year of high school, let alone to prom night.
Like normal kids, he and Annabeth had planned a typical night. They would host a group dinner at his place, then they would all pile into a rented limo and waltz in fashionably late to the harborside venue. They would pose for selfies, and feast on sparkling grape juice (since wine didn't buzz them), and they would dance the night away to some terrible DJ's "curated" playlist. No one wanted Wonderwall, or that new Selena Gomez hit - something about loving someone like a love song?
Yet he wouldn't care when his fingers were intertwined with Annabeth's, and he would rest his forehead against hers in-between songs. He wouldn't care when he could hear Grover and Rachel whoop and holler from across the ballroom; nor would he care when their evening was inevitably interrupted by some monster intent on wrecking havoc.
Part of him would lament the destruction of their "Under the Sea" theme, of course. But part of him would also know that when supernatural power ran through his veins, and when he and Annabeth were wired for battle, he would never truly be able to settle down.
But - and this was the weird part - no monsters had dared to bother him for months. Percy didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He didn't want to jinx this uneasy peace that the universe had brought him, after years and years of torment. He had suffered through enough prophecies to retire comfortably. (Every Olympian would agree with him, he was sure.)
He also couldn't shake that uneasy feeling, of glancing over his shoulder even when the coast was clear. He also wished he could, because it certainly would make his life that much easier.
He could breathe while he was putting on his rented tuxedo, and he could allow himself to feel like a limp noodle as Paul deftly ties his bowtie.
"I was so nervous too," Paul laughs, beaming down at him, "when I first started dating your mom."
Wait, what?
Percy blinks back genuine surprise, swallowing down what would've otherwise been an appalled squawk. Paul thought - he sincerely, truly thought -
"Oh, don't worry." Paul lets go, lightly thumping Percy on the shoulder and slipping a couple of packets into his tuxedo pockets. (Wait, what the - were those condoms - oh, hells no.) "I've seen how Annabeth looks at you. Prom's going to be fantastic, trust me."
Sweet gods from above, he was nervous about a monster invasion, not how his girlfriend would feel about something so mundane and memorable as prom night. Percy could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and before he could fight it off, his mom waltzes in and snaps her camera.
If this was how he died, honestly - well, he would've taken the monster invasion.
Fandom: Riordan Mythos
Universe: AU
Relationships: Anubis + Jason Grace
Summary: Anubis usually hates how he can only manifests in places of death, and how he has no power over those outside his domain. This time, however, he can use his powers for good.
Word Count: 561
Notes: I honestly have no idea where this one came from! But I hope you enjoy.
A deadly battle had taken place here once. Anubis could feel it in his bones as he manifested, taking those tentative first steps forward. As a god of death, he could only step foot on sacred places where people had passed away from this realm - and honestly, he hated it. He hated how he couldn't acknowledge every life that had slipped from this realm. If they didn't believe in his pantheon - in the very truth he held dear - then they couldn't be judged under his scales. Their faith system determined their resting place.
If they were Greek or Roman, then Hades (Pluto? That guy felt like two different people) chartered their course into the Underworld. If they believed in an Abrahamic faith, in that great creator who supposedly created the cosmos, then they were under the angels' jurisdiction. If they were Norse, if they were Japanese... well, the point was the same.
Anubis held no power over them. He kind of wished he held power over this one brave soldier, though. He could feel their remorse, their regret, as he approached them.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Elysium?" Anubis couldn't help asking, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
He would've known a Greek - or Roman - child anywhere. His stance was tall and proud; his gray eyes were directed towards a somber campfire, where children dressed in orange and violet t-shirts exchanged stories; and he still gripped tightly to a golden coin with immense energy radiating from it. This kid had never known a day of rest in his life, Anubis was sure.
The kid blinked back genuine surprise. His voice grew dry, "Nico? Aren't you supposed to be at camp?"
Oh.
Oh, Gods, not again....
Anubis laughed, running a hand through his hair, "If I were Nico, then yeah. Maybe I would be."
"Oh." The kid's cheeks turned a faint red. "So you would be...?"
"Anubis." He turned towards the campfire. "But you didn't answer my question."
"I uh..." The kid drew in a breath. His shoulders started to shake, and even though his gaze didn't leave the campfire, his voice was unsteady. Far from the calm confidence the kid had probably emanated in his life. "I wanted to see them one last time."
Now that, Anubis could understand. Everyone wanted to give their loved ones a proper good-bye. Life never granted mortals the chance to properly tell each other how much they loved and cherished one another. He had seen that time and time again. Humanity never changed: their enduring spirit was probably one of the things he loved best about them. They may be able to adapt to anything, but their beating hearts were all the same.
"Well..." Anubis grinned, holding out his hand. He was going to get in so much trouble for this, he could already tell - but the kid's spirit wasn't in the Underworld. He could deal with the consequences later. "If you'll let me, I think I can manage that, Mr...?"
"Jason." The kid returned the grin right back, reaching out for Anubis's hand. "I'll go back, I promise."
Promises weren't meant to be made lightly, Anubis wanted to say - but as he accepted Jason's hand and ushered the kid's spirit into this realm, just for a moment, he knew this soul would keep it.
Title: mundane and memorable
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Universe: canon!
Relationships: Percy/Annabeth, Percy+Paul
word count: ~500
Summary: Percy's nervousness over a potential monster invasion gets mistaken for a different kind of nervousness....
Notes: A flash fic like the earlier one, this was written as an example of my PJO/HoO-verse writing since I've somehow neglected this category on my fic journal. I hope you enjoy!
After getting expelled from seven schools (none of which was his fault - thanks, Poseidon, for the demigod life), Percy would have never dreamed that he would make it to his senior year of high school, let alone to prom night.
Like normal kids, he and Annabeth had planned a typical night. They would host a group dinner at his place, then they would all pile into a rented limo and waltz in fashionably late to the harborside venue. They would pose for selfies, and feast on sparkling grape juice (since wine didn't buzz them), and they would dance the night away to some terrible DJ's "curated" playlist. No one wanted Wonderwall, or that new Selena Gomez hit - something about loving someone like a love song?
Yet he wouldn't care when his fingers were intertwined with Annabeth's, and he would rest his forehead against hers in-between songs. He wouldn't care when he could hear Grover and Rachel whoop and holler from across the ballroom; nor would he care when their evening was inevitably interrupted by some monster intent on wrecking havoc.
Part of him would lament the destruction of their "Under the Sea" theme, of course. But part of him would also know that when supernatural power ran through his veins, and when he and Annabeth were wired for battle, he would never truly be able to settle down.
But - and this was the weird part - no monsters had dared to bother him for months. Percy didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He didn't want to jinx this uneasy peace that the universe had brought him, after years and years of torment. He had suffered through enough prophecies to retire comfortably. (Every Olympian would agree with him, he was sure.)
He also couldn't shake that uneasy feeling, of glancing over his shoulder even when the coast was clear. He also wished he could, because it certainly would make his life that much easier.
He could breathe while he was putting on his rented tuxedo, and he could allow himself to feel like a limp noodle as Paul deftly ties his bowtie.
"I was so nervous too," Paul laughs, beaming down at him, "when I first started dating your mom."
Wait, what?
Percy blinks back genuine surprise, swallowing down what would've otherwise been an appalled squawk. Paul thought - he sincerely, truly thought -
"Oh, don't worry." Paul lets go, lightly thumping Percy on the shoulder and slipping a couple of packets into his tuxedo pockets. (Wait, what the - were those condoms - oh, hells no.) "I've seen how Annabeth looks at you. Prom's going to be fantastic, trust me."
Sweet gods from above, he was nervous about a monster invasion, not how his girlfriend would feel about something so mundane and memorable as prom night. Percy could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and before he could fight it off, his mom waltzes in and snaps her camera.
If this was how he died, honestly - well, he would've taken the monster invasion.