Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

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Ok, forgive me the super-cheesy song lyric subject line. I'm havenward and I'll be handling hosting duties for today. And today? We're going to play among the gods.

Have you got a fandom whose characters are gods? (This is a shout out to the old school Hercules: The Legendary Series!) Or maybe the gods crash the party and play havoc with the lives of your favorite people. Perhaps someone has secretly been a god all along, or is a reincarnation of a god. The possibilities are endless!


But please remember to keep to the rules:

No more that 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original publication/air date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please be kind to the codemonkeys and format your prompt correctly. For example:

Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

Not seeing anything that's biting? Head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if you can't find something more to your liking. Happy writing!

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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

Suspension

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

(This just screamed Hercules:TLG crossover to me, hope you like!)

Michael Westen has seen many, many things in his lifetime. It isn't the shape of the man standing at the threshold of his loft that surprises him, but his remark. Incredulously, he paraphrases the man's words.

"You expect me to believe you're a god of war?"

The dark-haired man looming over Michael stares implacably back. "THE god of war. Would you like me to prove it?"

Michael didn't wait for an answer before hoisting his gun into view. A scoffing sound comes from the man, who, in the space of a heartbeat, quickly pinches the barel closed with a squeal of metal. With his free hand, he seizes Michael by the throat.

A few sounds penetrate Michael's consciousness. One is the man's rapid breathing, another the sound of his own saliva crackling in his windpipe. The final is Sam's feet treading upon his front steps.

Sam is eye-level with the front window by the time he has his own gun drawn and can make out the features of the person holding Michael aloft. "Ares?" he whispers, fear and disbelief in his eyes.

The taller man lets go of Michael's gun and throat. "Autolycus," he says casually.

Michael, rubbing his throat, stares up at Sam. "Autolycus?"

"Long story," Sam says, shoving his gun back into the waistband of his jeans. "Thought you agreed we were even after you gave me the ambrosia."

'Ares' just smirks. "Let's just say immortality is the gift that keeps on giving...to the gods willing to speak to fools."

Twelve hours later - when Michael and Sam are in the middle of trying to lift an ancient ceremonial dagger from a museum in trade for - Michael will come to believe that Sam was the King of Thieves once. But that god of war stuff is still too hard for him to swallow, even when he sees the guy's chariot double-parked on his street.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

[elebridith]

RPS, Apollo!Steve Carlson/Hyacinth!Chris Kane, Déja Vu

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Christian can't help but bounce from one side of the stage to the other, greeting the crazy ass girls that have been following his quiet career for years, not to mention the bar regulars that keep insisting he play regularly. He likes Portland, it's a good town, with good people. He'll have to remember to thank Jenny sometime for talking him into coming here.

Finally he extricates himself from the crowd, at least a little. Enough to sidle up to the bar, anyway, but before he can order anything, the bartender plunks a cold one down in front of him. Now, he always gets a drink when he gets off stage, but he usually starts with whiskey.

"Courtesy of blondie down there," the bartender says.

Chris looks down the bar, expecting one of the busty girls from the front row maybe, or that crazy bitch that shows up without fail and keeps trying to give him things. Instead he finds a man staring at him almost intently, blue eyes expectant. Once their eyes meet, the guy raises a glass, a single of something, in toast and smiles.

For just a moment there's something... The way the lights hit his hair. The way his eyes sparkle, like off the water. The slightest curve of his lips... It's all so familiar, like a ray of summer sunshine.

And then the moment passes, the crowd pressing in to the bar for the next round, and Chris can't see him anymore. When the crowd shifts again, the guy is gone.

"Well," Chris mumbles to himself as he takes a sip of beer. "That's a first..."

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Xena, Xena/Cupid, denial

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Dark-Hunter, Artemis & Ash, love fight

[elebridith]

RPS, Hermes!Matt Bomer, Perseus!Beth Riesgraf, wings

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Beth has to grin to herself. It's taken a lot of hard work, a lot more research than usual and a hell of a lot more time casing the place. But it's paid off.

The shoes she's holding in her hands are priceless.

Now, she's not the type to care about shoes. Not normal shoes. But these, these are ancient shoes, holding up remarkably well for their age, and with perfectly crafted wings arcing delicately back from the heel. They've never been seen in a museum. Hell, they haven't been seen for centuries, always kept in the Bomer private collection. Always. Though it wasn't always called Bomer.

"You shouldn't gloat," someone says, smooth like silk.

She's startled enough to turn, after all, she thought she was alone in the vault. Certainly she hadn't been speaking out loud. There's a man leaning casually against the wall, smiling smugly at her from under his very fine trilby.

Matthew Bomer. Funny. The vault door is still shut.

She narrows her eyes at him. Beth had been planning on taking a few more pieces as well, but now... She paces around him, moving around toward her back up exit strategy.

Bomer laughs, a soft chuckle of amusement. "Not gonna stop you sweetheart. If you can beat my guards off the property, you can keep what you can carry."

It sounds like a trap, or certainly, too good to be just that easy. Unfortunately, it was take that chance, or what? Turn herself in?

Beth finds her position and hits the trigger, the small ring of explosives beneath her feet blowing out the floor and dropping her down to the next floor.

"Sorry," she calls up as she finds her feet again and double checks she's still got the shoes. "Gotta run!"


*Yes, I stole the thing from a Leverage ep...

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Aphrodite (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodite) lends the boys a helping hand

Love Like Rockets

[quiddative.livejournal.com]

If someone once asked Dean what he thought a Greek god would look like, he probably would've answered, "Not like this."

And by "this", he meant "actually real and standing right in front of him".

"Aphrodite." says Cas, nodding curtly, but his eyes are narrowed.

Aphrodite smiles and her teeth are blindingly white. She's the most beautiful woman Dean's ever seen and he's seen a lot of beautiful women over the years--gotten to know a few of them quite well, too. Her eyes are brilliant and shine like stars but Dean can't, for the life of him, place their colour. Later, he won't remember what the colour of her hair was or if it was long, short, straight, or curly. He won't even remember her face.

Right now, all he knows is she's absolutely gorgeous.

"Hi, Dean." says the goddess, licking her cherry lips invitingly. "How's it going?"

"Um," replies Dean, "It's... alright. Well, besides the fact that it's the Apocalypse." Dean inwardly congratulates himself for not freaking out over meeting a goddess--like, an actual goddess, not some actor like the Trickster that turned out to be the fucking archangel Gabriel. But hey, this isn't exactly the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him.

"That's good." says Aphrodite pleasantly, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together. "I was wondering if I could borrow you for a minute--"

Cas steps in between them, quick as lightning, or an animal defending its territory. Dean's not quite sure what to think of that. "No, you may not." he growls, "We don't have time for your tricks."

Aphrodite pouts and the urge to comfort her suddenly bubbles up in Dean's stomach but that's silly because, hello--goddess. "It won't take that long." she says, "And besides, I just wanted to give you something."

"Love magic, you mean." Cas spits the words out like they're venom.

But before either he or Dean could do anything, Aphrodite is right in front of Dean, her honey-like breath ghosting over his face like a warm blanket, and then she's kissing him.

A small part of Dean, the part that usually gets him laid, pumps its fist up in the air and cheers, "Whoo! I'm kissing the motherfucking goddess of love!" while the rest of him is currently in a catatonic stupor and the only thing that comes out is a simple, "Oh".

When Aphrodite pulls away, Dean wonders if he should be feeling anything. He doesn't know much about Greek mythology--that's Sam's job--but he's pretty sure when someone like the goddess of love does something like that, he should be feeling something. He stares at Aphrodite, who's smiling at him like a cat that just caught itself a canary, and he feels nothing. Then he turns his eyes to Cas and he's suddenly hit with a wave of whoa.

Cas, in all his messy accountant glory, is fucking glowing--at least in Dean's eyes but he finds that he doesn't really care if it's all kinds of cheesy and corny at the moment. Forget Aphrodite, Cas is easily the most beautiful thing Dean's ever seen hands down, including the Impala. "Cas... " he breathes, "You're smoking hot right now, you know that?" And he wonders how he never saw that before.

Cas blushes but his face is scrunched up tight with something like heartbreak. "Dean, don't say that." he says quietly, "You don't really mean it."

Dean shakes his head resolutely and steps towards him. "No, I really mean it." he says, his breath staggering. He's breathless with complete and utter awe.

Aphrodite nods her head in agreement. "He really does, Castiel." she says.

Before Cas can say anything, Dean pulls him into a kiss. He freezes and doesn't move for a while but eventually Jimmy's body sags in something like relief and joy and he's kissing back feverishly, wrapping his arms around Dean and holding on tightly like he never wants to let go. Dean happily returns the gesture.

Somewhere behind them, he hears Aphrodite let out a tired sigh, "Boys," she murmurs, "How you mortals ever get anything done will always be a mystery to me, but at least my job here is done."

Dean tries to say "thank you" to her, but he's still kissing Cas and he doesn't really feel like stopping so it comes out as "mrrraw goo".

Neither hunter or angel take notice when the goddess takes her leave.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel, Cas talks to Gaia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia_%28mythology%29) for info. about God

no fic in comment but OMG

[22by7.livejournal.com]

i'm working on a poem/fic cycle on EXACTLY that topic!

it's my favourite Big Idea... i had hoped s5 would give us something like that, idiotically.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

DCU, Kon/Tim, cloned demi-god

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

DCU, Batman, the personification of vengeance

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Gabriel, Meeting another Trickster

[pandionpandeus.livejournal.com]

It was bound to happen sooner or later. After all, there were Tricksters in practically every religion and culture. For the Winchesters to have met just the one was some sort of luck on their part.

Thankfully, when they finally did meet a true Trickster, they had Gabriel with them.

At least, that would have been a good thing if the other Trickster hadn’t taken as much interest in Sam as the archangel had and immediately spirited the hunter away to parts unknown. Which left Sam tied up, alone with the Trickster and unable to be found by the others, thanks to the Enochian carved on his ribs.

“I’m not the first of my kind you’ve met, am I?” the Trickster asked, bending close to Sam and running his gaze up and down the hunter’s body. “No, I can see the claims he’s put on you. Which of my brethren likes you that much, hmm? Coyote? Anansi? Rabbit? Hmm?”

Sam glared, but stubbornly remained silent. He just had to wait for his brother and the angels to get here and stake the bastard. And then he could ask Gabriel a few pointed questions about exactly what sort of claims the archangel/Trickster had put on him.

The Trickster smiled at him. “Not talkative, boy? No matter. You’re pretty to look at, all the same.”

“Maybe so,” Gabriel said from behind Sam, “but he’s not yours to look at. Hello, Sam. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“No more so than usual,” Sam said dryly, relaxing as the archangel walked around to stand in front of him. Gabriel could take care of the Trickster and if he was here, Dean and Cas wouldn’t be far behind.

“Ah, so the boy does talk!” The Trickster said, apparently delighted. “And a pretty voice to match his pretty looks. Now, just who are you?” he continued, looking at Gabriel.

Gabriel smiled and Sam couldn’t help a thrill of vindictive pleasure when he saw the other Trickster wilt slightly at the sudden pressure of power that filled the room.

“You won't need my name where you're going.”

And the Trickster had time to blink and half form an expression of surprise and a bit of fear before there was a bloody stake buried in his chest.

Gabriel made sure he was dead before untying Sam. “Our brothers are back at the motel and I’ve told Cas not to expect us anytime soon and I believe you owe me a thank you for saving your life.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. But not until you tell me why you've put claims on me.”

Blinking, the archangel had the decency to look slightly sheepish. “It was mostly habit,” he muttered. “I don’t share well.”

“Yeah, I got that,” the human said, smiling slightly. “Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather be anywhere but here.”

Instantly cheerful again, Gabriel leered at him. “Ah, yes. How kind of you to remind me."

He snapped his fingers.

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Will/Kate, Kali:"Take refuge in me, let go of your existential fear, let me slay your illusion of smallness and separation, and you will merge into my infinite bliss."

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Gracious Bacchus! Accept this empty jar! You will know best, what in pious worship of thee became of all the first"

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, "I wasn't just playing at being a Trickster."

No fic

[mad-maeglin.livejournal.com]

Damn this prompt. Already working on a version of this and its kicking my ass. lol.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam (and/or) Dean/Castiel, the Old Gods are easily provoked to jealousy and cherish beauty.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

SyFy's Alice, Alice/Hatter, "She is Venus when she smiles; / But she's Juno when she walks, / And Minerva when she talks."

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

noooo, I was writing a fic for this, and my browser froze! ;_;

I'll try again........

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, ascended!Daniel, tempted to play God

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, The Gods feared the Rage of Achilles, what art he'd make of war, but he was son of a Goddess. This Dean Winchester is all man, but his Rage burns just as bright.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Fiona, Warrior Goddess

Blast and Burn

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

The only thing better than a block of C4 in her hand is seeing it explode, feeling the concussion blast make her heart skip a beat as the flames rise high. Sometimes she thinks she'd just like to see the world burn. Just destroy this whole world and start anew with fresh earth and simple creatures.

Sometimes, she feels like she could do it. If she wanted it enough.

What kind of explosions are we talking about?
The small kind that mostly just scare people and don't kill anyone.
Spoilsport.

But Michael holds her back, keeps her in check, ties her to the world. Sure there's her brother, and Sam, and Madeline, but she wasn't tied to them.

He watches her soder, that half smile on his face.

Only Michael could face the full force of her rage, Only Michael could turn it. He had helped her know more than needless destruction, and she gave him her heart.

Sometimes he was a careless vassal. He got too focused on his burn notice, what he thought was his salvation, forgetting that his salvation was forever resting in her bones. But she was his goddess, and if she could not entice him to follow with her body, she could damand he listen with her fists.

The charges are set, the wires run, timers ready to race. Making bombs is like seduction, satisfaction guaranteed.


"Do you know what would happen, Michael?" she asked casually, as they packed away the bombs. "If you were killed?"

"I'd rather not think about it if I don't have to, Fi," he said.

"I would burn down the world." she said. Michael stared at her through his glasses, and she met his lenses with eyes cold as flecks of granite.

"Fi..." he said, in the tone he used when he was worried she was going to do something crazy.

"Sometimes I think I could," she said lightly. "I'll meet you at the rondezvous," she said, almost skipping to her car.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, God, God is the biggest Trickster of them all.

Fic

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

His first sons were more of His own image than He'd first realised.

Sammael is His rage, His burning love. Sammael is everything He was in the time before He sent His son to redeem mankind. Sammael, even as Lucifer, is part of Himself.

Raphael is His compassion, His healer. He cannot heal all the hurts of the world, and now doesn't try to, but Raphael is - or was, now they've lost their way - what He wanted in His days as the softer, loving God.

Michael is His sword, as Dean Winchester is Michael's. His warrior, His avenger, His General on all planes of Life. Michael is a weapon and no good without someone to wield him; He wonders where this new war will leave His sons.

But Gabriel... Gabriel was His voice, His messenger. Gabriel took His meaning and gave it form.

Gabriel became the truest representation of his Father.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Leverage, the team, forces outside our control

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Burn Notice, Sam Axe, He's a semi-retired Trickster who is really good in a pinch.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Greek Mythology, Athena/Artemis, who needs men?

[alcetis.livejournal.com]

"They always have to fuck it up, don't they?" Artemis asks, falling back onto the bed with a little bounce.

Athena smiles, removing her glasses and placing her book on the bedside table with care. "Of course they do," she responds, "they're male, it's their predisposition."

"And there's absolutely no grace in guns," Artemis says, "what ever happened to the bow and arrow? Or the sword?"

Athena's jaw tightens. "I know, believe me, I know."

"Can't you do anything about it? There's Hitler and there's Stalin and there's Churchill... this war needs a woman's touch, it's absolutely barbaric," Artemis complains. "They're using gas and bombs... I remember when a problem could be solved using a wooden horse and a couple of chariots!"

Athena scoffs. "Even then, it was no use. Don't attack any of the gods except Aphrodite, I say, just leave them be, but what do they do...?" She trails off muttering, and Artemis raises and elegant eyebrow.

"Sorry. But people will be people and we've all agreed not to meddle in wars, ever since that incident with the Spanish Inquisition..."

"Nobody expected it," Artemis says solemnly, shaking her head.

"I have to leave it be, honestly. That's the problem with war, it's all testosterone," Athena says.

"Men, who needs them?" Artemis asks, flipping over on her stomach, and pushing herself up on her arms.

Athena grins and leans down with a smile. "Not I," she says deviously.

"Nor I," Artemis answers, and kisses her, hot and wet.

Athena laughs, sliding herself under Artemis, then flipping them both over with a "hmph", straddling her with a smile.

"So violent," Artemis says, low and husky.

"You just wait for the feminist movement to really take off. We're going to have so much fun."

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Greek Mythology, Zeus and Athena, he invented Mpreg

COMPLETE AND UTTER CRACK omg, my brain

[quiddative.livejournal.com]

(Note: This has a bit of Percy Jackson and The Olympians woven in, but you don't have to know anything about the series to get this. Also, I hope this is alright!)

Zeus knows something is up when he catches Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite, and even Hera huddled together after the recent council giggling like school girls. The fact that they're even together and no Ichor has been shed yet is worrisome.

He approaches them, cautious and wary. "What are you all up to?" he carefully asks.

They all look up at him and promptly burst out laughing. "Nothing that you should concern yourself with." answers Athena, smirking like a coyote.

"You say that as if I should be concerned." deadpans Zeus.

The goddesses exchange quick glances before Athena wordlessly reaches behind her and presents her laptop to him. "To be fair, dear," Hera says quickly as he takes it, "You did start it."

Zeus has no idea what she's talking about until he takes a closer look at the screen and the words mpreg fic glares threateningly up at him.

A god's scream of disbelief, and possibly trauma, echoes throughout Olympus.