Josiah's fanfiction

An American Gods Fanfiction

Her ears twitched, eyes closed in bliss as her fur absorbed the sunlight. Claws flexing, retracting, her tail twisting and curling with the imagined hunt.

A fly lands on her pink nose, and the golden eyes snap open, head jerking upwards to glare at the offending insect.

She pulls herself upright, raspy tongue pulling along the amber fur.

Seeing the day's almost dead, she slowly makes her way across the sparse backyard, covered in dry grass from the beating summer sun.

Her body grows, the fur rippling and melting into caramel coloured flesh, as her joints slide into new positions.

Her hips undulating, she comes into the funeral home that she calls home, now in full human shape.

Her hand comes up to encircle her extended belly instinctively, and she places herself into the seat across from Mr Ibis.

He grins as he looks at her over his round glasses, a smile ghosting his lips, as his quill relentlessly scratches against the paper. "Well well well," he declares. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"I've been feeling more...myself." Bast faintly responds, her golden eyes drifting across the room following the lazy circular patterns of the blowflies.

"Marvelous." His attention returns to the book, the nuances dreams and passions of a life well-lived, being recorded so it's never truly lost. Not to him.

The shadow of a smile comes to her ruby lips as she thinks of him, her long clear nails tracing across her stomach.

The Shadow of a man, whose life was lost and rebuilt, before he even passed into the realm of death.

Shadow, son of a god he never saw coming, who shook his life apart.

The shadow who had offered her his heart and his name, after he'd already offered her his body.

A dream shared, in a realm that was more real than reality, that gave her so much power.

A goddess of rage and fury, passion and sex, she had forgotten her true nature centuries ago, until Shadow Moon had come into the picture.

She had pondered telling him about the child, for several moments. But she could see his destiny, extending well beyond this country. She had always known he would be destined to return.

Those golden eyes, with slit-like irises no matter her firm, watch as the air itself shifts in the dying light.

The patterns she follows of swirling dust and lazy blowflies, dying off as summer comes to a close, have changed. Chaotic and different, her brow furrows.

"He comes." She states as realisation strikes her. Mr Ibis' eyes dart up to meet hers, though he can see the change within her already, and he asks her who.

Her wild, dark hair shifts as her ears becomes pointed. Her teeth are changing, though she probably wouldn't have answered him anyway.

Disinterested, the cats on the chair merely gazes at him until she propels herself up the stairs to settle on a windowsill.

A hand comes knocking on the door of the Ibis and Jaquel Funeral Home in Cairo, Illinois, pronounced Kay-ro by the locals.

The man in an expensive grey suit, with silver pinstripe, stands back a grin already gracing his face. His red hair shifts in the breeze and he looks up at the window to see the pregnant brown cat, resting comfortably on the sill, regarding him coolly.

Mr Jaquel opens the door, shock splashing against his dark face, in the dying light. "Set?"

"The one and only, my friend."

"Where have you been? You missed the war." Jaquel steps aside, making space for Set to step into the house.

"I didn't miss it. I avoided it. Too much ordered chaos for my liking." Set walks inward, appreciating the house he hasn't seen for over a century, different yet the same.

As they come into the dining room, Ibis' hand paused in shock, his eyes round and wide above the frame of his glasses, Set announces "You know her baby will change things. He shall have no choice."

"We did suspect as much." Ibis manages to force out beyond the shock of seeing their erstwhile companion once more.

Set's face cracks into an even broader grin. "The child of two pantheons. He shall be fantastic."