a solid effort with thanzag week all around - it was so fun actually participating in one of these events finally!! an overview of my fic offerings are below the cut; all are rated T. ^_^
letting go (day one: kissing | 1600 words | angst, pre-relationship, canon-typical violence, kissing)
Summary:
In which the first Elysium encounter between Thanatos and Zagreus takes an unexpected turn.
Excerpt:
As it turns out, to Zagreus death is nothing but a stutter: no more than a second later, his heart picks up its rhythm and the arrow is forced from his body as Thanatos watches. How horrible, the way his skin seals itself back together under his eyes. How shocking, the way his soul would deny Thanatos right before his eyes, would deny fate itself.
How beautiful.
Thanatos stares down, and they are so close, too close. Enough to see the gentle freckles on Zag's cheeks, enough that the flaming leaves of his laurels flutter free and threaten to burn him—but what do the laurels have on the electric heat of Zagreus' skin as he comes to life in Than's hands? What power could Death hold against the soft part of his lips as he steals the air back into his lungs, steals the blood back into his veins?
Show him what will happen if he tries to escape death.
death drive’s for cuties (day two: life/death | poem | innuendo, discussion of death + reference to destruction/harmful behaviour)
under a harvest moon (day three: what if…? | 900 words | AU, first meetings, imprisonment, pre-relationship, light caving horror)
Summary:
In a world long abandoned by Death, Zagreus sets out from his Ephyra home in search of answers about his missing mother.
Excerpt:
Even with the light of his torch, when Zagreus enters the cave it’s still darker than anything he’s ever seen—but Zagreus is not afraid. He came here in search of Death, after all, and fear is for the weak.
a festive light (day four: Olympian feast | 1100 words | established relationship, fluff & humour, thanares are divorced, alcohol, kissing)
Summary:
As the House of Hades prepares for the impending Olympian feast, Thanatos is faced with something even more concerning: Zagreus' decorative choices.
Excerpt:
“It really does wonders to lighten things up around here, don’t you think?” Thanatos stares up at the Lounge’s newly installed rotating skull-shaped disco ball with open horror. “Tsch, lighten is not the word that I would use, Zag. It’s completely killing the mood; get rid of it before you make more work for me.”