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!

Theme="Gods&Goddesses"

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Dionysus!Robert Downey jr, Finding delightful delirium

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, he could have drowned in his cups. Nearly did, once or twice, once the believers dried up. He knew how to throw a party, but it's hard to do when no one shows. When even his kin drift apart to fade away or find new purpose. He drank less from joy or madness and more to be oblivious.

He knew he was in trouble when he looked up and even the satyrs had gone. Damn Christians.

There's some time that he wanders, no better than a vagabond. It could be a decade, it could be a century, or two. The world twists itself up, delirious in its violence as mankind crowds in upon itself, stretching out, claiming. Reaching in vain for a divinity the gods still harbor for themselves.

He contemplates fading away.

Instead, he decides to try sobriety. It's a crazy idea, for him anyway. Completely against his nature.

Once he gets past the shakes and the sweats and the hallucinations it's not so bad. It helps that he timed it to the American Prohibition, less because he couldn't just snap his fingers for alcohol and more because everyone else was miserable too.

And then one day, the idea of cleaning himself up wasn't so wretched. He stepped outside to find that humanity had reinvented itself yet again. Had found a new sense of joy, despite the heady balance of fear.

Of course... that's when the 60's happened...

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Pandora!Rachel McAdams, First and last and always

[havenward.livejournal.com]

She gets blamed for a lot these days. Academics like to speculate on whether she's a symbol of a misogynist, patriarchal tradition to show that the only thing women were good for was breeding sons, or she retains the fear of what's to come so that mankind can remain sane in the face of day to day life. It's funny how the simplified version of the tale is the truest in spirit.

She fingers the small vial on the chain around her throat, forever stoppered, never to be opened. There was a time where she was a giver of gifts, but this is all she has now. She's been asked why she remains, and this is her reason. There at the beginning, and here until the end, or at least until mankind has passed on. Until the universe itself passes away.

She, above all others, would not be capable of abandoning hope.

Her luggage finally comes around on the carousel, and as she turns, a man touches her on the arm.

"Ms. McAdams?" he asks politely, and she nods. "Mr. Bomer sends his regards, and his apologies for not greeting you here personally. We've a car waiting for you to take you to your hotel. Welcome to Portland."

[elwing-alcyone.livejournal.com]

Fatal Frame, Akito Kashiwagi or Seijiro Makabe, marebito (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marebito)

(Note: "marebito" is the word that's translated as "outsider" in Fatal Frame II and III. Loses a little in translation, I think!)

[elwing-alcyone.livejournal.com]

Kuon, author's choice, encountering the mulberry tree spirits

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/Master, worshiped as gods

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Will/Calypso, immortal

[falconwhitaker.livejournal.com]

Spoilers for Dead Man's Chest. Just thought I'd mention.





Immortal

Immortality. Will had never thought about it much growing up. It wasn't something that particularly interested him, especially when he saw what it did for Barbossa and his crew. And although on one level he feared death, as almost all people do, he was willing to accept it as part of life.

He'd never expected to have immortality thrust upon him.

At first, he thought it was worth it to save him from death, to let him be with Elizabeth, his new wife, even if for only for one night every ten years. One night every ten years was better than never.

But time passed, and as she and their son aged, he did not. And in time, he was forced to take back the chest and ferry his own wife's soul to the other side.

Apparently, keeping his heart in a box didn't stop it from breaking; in that moment, he felt that he understood Davy Jones.

But life and death move on. The years melted away. Eventually, his grandchildren's grandchildren's grandchildren were the ones he was sailing to the Netherworld.

That was when Calypso came to him, in his cabin on the Dutchman. They spoke little, communicating through the movement of hands, lips, bodies. It was simple. It was good. It was safe.

Will knew Calypso well. He knew not to expect her to stay or to keep her word to see him. But a goddess is immortal, as is the Captain of the Dutchman. It kept away that heartache, that pain.

In time, he even grew to love her.

And so they went on, joining and parting and joining again. Forever.

Immortal.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund/Caspian, in search of Aslan's country

[pleonasm]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, any, brought low by the love of a mortal

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Tortall books, author's choice, the Gods are crazy

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, elemental gods being re-born as humans

Don't You Know

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

Prompt: X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Thor's warning

Don't You Know (What You Are)

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“You don’t know what you are, do you?” The words kept repeating, over and over, in Bobby’s dreams. Asleep or waking, he could not rid himself of the question once it had been asked. He hated these dreams, if they were dreams, because they were uncomfortable and cold. They felt like nightmares, and Bobby was always on edge – as if he was about to be attacked, yet nothing ever happened. That was perhaps most maddening of all.

At least he could still wake up when he wanted to. Bobby was grateful for that much control, because the moment that question was asked, he always wanted to wake up – and did so with a shuddering breath.

It was always as if he couldn’t get enough air, or eerier, had forgotten how to breath.

In fact, if Bobby thought back on it, this had all started with those achingly haunting dreams. John had found him in the kitchen, trying to get drunk for the first time since finding out he really was different from everyone else, so evolutionally special he was little better then a freak of nature’s whim, a human mutant. If only, he would wish later, that was all he was. It was a bit ironic, John was the first to admit, that they were such opposites that they gravitated toward each other with such inevitably. While Bobby hated a little bit what he had become, John reveled in it.

“You really are Jackie Frost, you know that?” John nodded toward the window that Bobby had been leaning against; even as he glanced behind himself Bobby had a feeling what he would find. Frail ice had painted snow flake patterns over the window. Bobby shuddered a little bit, because he hadn’t meant to.

“Sorry.” Bobby mumbled, looking away before he could see John puff on his cigarette to make it burn, the flare of an ember would have told him that John hadn’t wanted him to apologies.

“It’s alright; you can’t help being what you are. What’s your name?” John smiled at him, and took a drag from his cig at the same time. He didn’t cough, and he’s eyes didn’t look wet like some unhealthy smokers do, his eyes were as black as a dead ember, but there was a sureness there of being burnt. Bobby couldn’t help but wonder if John was as immune to fire and smoke, as Bobby was to ice and cold.

“Bobby Drake.” Mumbled and shy, Bobby didn’t know anyone in his first week, not really wanting to know anyone, incase this was only a dream. In the logic of dreams, he might wake up –normal - if he didn’t know their names, it was a wonder John had heard his name, let alone understood the words.

“John Allerdyce.” With a smile and snake like charm, Bobby was drawn in.

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Thor's warning

What You Are

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

Prompt: X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Thor's warning

(Don't You Know) What You Are

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“You don’t know what you are, do you?” The words were mocking, but the very same he’s been hearing in his dream, yet Bobby was aware he was very much awake, and John could hear this voice too. A lighter burned with a flame that Bobby hadn’t seen lit.

“Who are you?” John demanded of the voice coming from the empty air, for he was quick to get angry if he didn’t know all the facts, but at this first glimpse of the fury of flame, Bobby at least knew it was not directed at him. One minute the man had not been there, standing in the room with them, between them, and then he was. His hair and beard was long and battle blood-spilled red, he was broad of shoulder and stood tall with a warriors build. He was like nothing Bobby had ever seen before. A savage that had tamed himself for the good of the world stood before them, and looked at them as if they were the ones who were dangerous and ought to be dead.

“It isn’t who I am that ought to concern the likes of you, Muspell.” Bobby thinks for a moment that this, this – well, Bobby has a fair idea of who he might be face to face with but saying it will just make it real and judging from the look he’s getting from the red haired savage, it would be a bad idea to make this any more real then what it is. That look could kill him, would kill him and John both, were it not for the hesitation in those eyes.

Maybe, those eyes say, they can be reasoned with.

“What did you call me?” It’s a whisper of protest, of denial, as John hisses the words out, not in pain, but as pissed off as snake surprised. John’s arm is burning; he doesn’t look the least bit worried about it – as if it happens every day. For all Bobby knows of John, it just might - but Bobby just noticed that the entire kitchen has a shining layer of ice, and he knows John didn’t do that.

“Muspell, a fiery world-realm fed by the roots of Yggdrasil, that is what you are in spirit, John Allerdyce.” It’s taunting, those smug words, but there is wariness in the savage’s eyes that John pays heed to. He isn’t, after all, an utter fool. Bobby is rather grateful for that. It fits, some part of Bobby is agreeing, even his last name – Drake – its part of what he’s being told.

“Sounds like hell.” Bobby mutters, and John lifts his lip in a half hearted grin, none the less appreciating the joke.

“Niflheim knows well that its misty breath seeps into Hel’s realm, leaving none of the dead untouched by the chill.” With his head tilted to the side, Bobby knows he looks curious but untouched.

“What do you want with us?” Bobby murmurs, and even as he can feel the reassuring heat of John’s flames, his breath fogs as if it’s in the middle of winter. It might be nothing but his imagining it, but the flame haired and bearded not-human shivers, not liking the cold where he would have thought nothing of hurting John for all his fire. Bobby takes a step forward, because John will burn everything down and still not touch this immortal red haired giant.

“A warning, Niflheim, nothing more, you both must stay side-by-side, for if you become enemies, Frigga has spoken to say that this world-realm will be no more.” John’s black eyes meet Bobby’s blue but when they look back to where their visitor had stood, he is no longer there.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Ianto is actually the God of Coffee

*giggles* I should get more sleep before prompting

Ianto Jones, Coffee God

[aileencross.livejournal.com]

SPOILERS FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH











It was on the fourth moon of a planet whose name he couldn't pronounce, that Jack knew he'd lost his mind. In between a jet-pack repair shop and a tentacle piercing place was what looked like a Starbucks.

Upon closer inspection, Jack realized that it wasn't a Starbucks at all. The design out front, as well the general colour scheme were very similar to the Seattle-based chain, but the sign said Jones Coffee.

Despite (or possibly because of) the fact that this revelation sent a shiver down his spine, Jack felt like he had to investigate. He hadn't had a decent cup of coffee, or really any cup of coffee in months. Not since the 456.

So, steeling himself against the pain of all his years, Jack walked into the coffee house, and nearly walked right back out again.

Instead, he stood as still as a statue, a few feet from the door, because working the espresso machine, wearing a three piece suit, was Ianto Jones. Jack was staring in shock when Ianto looked up at him, right before handing a caffeinated concoction off to a grateful customer. Ianto spoke to someone else behind the counter, and she took his place making drinks while Ianto came out into the dining area, and walked towards Jack.

"Hey," Ianto said, quietly. "Let's get out of the doorway, alright?" he asked, as he pulled Jack towards a booth in the back corner of the restaurant.

"You're-" Jack cut himself off, not knowing what to say. "Am I- have I finally stayed dead? But that can't be possible, because I don't remember dying. You-Are you Ianto?"

"You're not dead," Ianto said, taking a sip out of the coffee cup that came from nowhere. "And yes, it's me."

"But you're dead," Jack said, confused and hurt. He sipped on his coffee, just the way Ianto always used to make it, and somewhere in the back of his mind wondered where he got it from.

"I was," Ianto, replied, a sad look on his face.

"But-then how?"

"The guy in charge likes my coffee." Ianto took another sip, looking into his cup.

"What?"

"God, or Zeus, or whatever you want to call him. Or her. The flying spaghetti monster. The great author of the Universe, he like my coffee. Gave me a job." Ianto took the lid off his coffee cup, and stirred around with a stirring straw that came out of thin air.

"Gave you a job? Like what, you're the God of Coffee?" Jack asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Apparently all the Higher Beings thought that depriving the Universe of my coffee was a crime against existence. So when I died, they offered me the job, and here I am." Ianto stopped stirring, and the stirring straw simply disappeared as he re-fastened the lid.

"So what, you travel the galaxies getting everyone addicted to caffeine?"

"No," Ianto replied, looking Jack dead in the eyes. "This is a special circumstance. I noticed that you'd stopped drinking coffee."

"You did."

"My superiors gave me permission to see you. I wanted to let you know that every time you drink a cup of coffee? I'll be there. Every time you walk by a coffee shop, every time you smell coffee beans in the grocery store, and every time you pick up a souvenir mug, I'll be there, in your heart. Because although you have your own destiny to follow, I'll be with you every step of the way. Don't forget it." Ianto stared at Jack with a sad smile on his face, and Jack heard someone knocking on the door of the restaurant.

The knocking got louder, and Jack jerked awake, realizing that he was still in his hotel room, and the housekeeper was knocking on the door.

"I'll clean it myself!" he yelled, half-heartedly. He pondered for a second the significance of the dream, then went back to sleep.

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Chase, finding a new God

It's short, but it feels complete! D8

[falconwhitaker.livejournal.com]

God Walks With A Limp

Chase never realised how hard he'd been searching for a new God. The place in his heart where the Christian, Catholic God had blackened and shrivelled away years ago. He'd thought it had healed over.

That was until House managed to creep his way inside.

He never saw it coming. Not when he first got the fellowship position, not in the days, weeks, months that followed: he had no clue. It wasn't until he ended up choosing House over his own wife that he had found that new God, and He walked with a limp.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Leverage, any, a pantheon of thieves

[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

„Let's steel ourselves a pantheon!” Nate said enthusiastically and looked at them, clearly expecting them to come to the same crazy conclusion that for him ended with steeling a bunch of nonexistent beings.

They exchange blank glances, not entirely sure where this was going. Finally, Eliot shook his head, and pushed his hair from his face.

“Out of all the ridiculous things you've said in these briefings, this just topped everything.”

“What about that time when we stole the French Embassy? That scored pretty high...” Hardison suggested.

“I liked steeling the bank. It had a vault,” Parker told every one.

Eliot glared at them, slightly disgusted. “A pantheon. Steel a pantheon. That's not even possible! How am I the only one that sees that?”

“I didn't mean an actual pantheon,” Nate explained. “We're going to create one. Preferably based on ourselves so we can create a believable hallucination...”

Only among the four of them did that make sense.

“Nate could be Santa!” Parker exclaimed happily, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “There could be costumes. I love our costumes,” she added with a smile.

There was an awkward silence while the three men tried to come up with something to say that wouldn't consist of 'there's something wrong with you' (Eliot), 'I'm not going to be Santa, Parker' (Nate) or 'I have a Princess Leia costume...' (Hardison).

And the silence stretched...

“I could set up a website,” Hardison said, mostly to say something. But then his brain caught up with his mouth and he grinned. “We could get like a million worshipers overnight. Hell, we could register as an official church.”

And then it hit him and an dreamy smile appeared on his face. “We could be like the Church of the Jedi...”

“Don't people send money to churches?” Parker frowned. She turned to Nate. “If Hardison gets a church, I want a church too.”

“Everybody's going to get a church,” Nate said lightly.

Eliot glared at him. “Don't encourage them.”

But it was already too late. Hardison was typing on his keyboard like there was no tomorrow, with Parker hovering over his shoulder demanding Wednesday to be her holiday. Eliot knew this would not end well. And even if, somehow, they managed to make this con happen, this would most likely haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Eliot, sign up to be my worshiper, I need worshipers to celebrate Wednesdays with money,” Parker's voice pulled him back into the reality.

“See what you did?” He hissed glaring at Nate and with a heavy sigh he stood up from his armchair and went to sign up to a new religion. This would not end well.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Noah & Claire, she is his Persephone

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten/any, "if I were a God do you think I'd have let this happen?"

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney & Carson as Asclepius (http://www.greek-gods.info/ancient-greek-gods/asclepius/), Rodney dies, John pleads with Carson to bring him back to life.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Coop/Phoebe, Coop explains the duties of being a Eros (http://www.greek-gods.info/ancient-greek-gods/eros/) (Cupid)

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Adam/Mac & Stella as Aphrodite (http://www.greek-gods.info/greek-gods/aphrodite/), Stella plays matchmaker and get Mac and Adam together.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Friends, Joey/Chandler, praying to God

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Zachary Zatara, Zat gets on the bad side of a god.

[hxcswitch.livejournal.com]

“So wait, why is everyone chasing after you?” Tim asked.

Zachary sighed, “I might’ve… pissed off Aphrodite and she cursed me so that everyone keeps falling in love with me. She said the only way to make it stop is to confess to the one I love.”

Tim nodded, “I see. You should probably go do that.”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

“Huh?”

Tim’s eyes grew wide when Zachary leaned over and meshed their mouths together for a few brief seconds before pulling back and whispering, “I love you, stupid.”

Tim pulled away and walked over to the window, seeing the crowds of Zach’s adoring fans dispersing, looking confused. “Looks like that worked.”

“So?”

Tim looked at him, “What?”

“I kiss you and say I love you and you say ‘what’?” Zach yelled angrily.

Tim smirked, “I think I’d rather profess my feelings to you after we find out which one of those people down there stole your pants.”

[lothy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, gen or any pairing, one of the women is secretly the daughter of a Greek god/goddess - and it creates havock when her parent turns up.

Fill: Gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“You said your parents were deaf.” Gibbs fixed Abby with a look.

Abby ducked her head.

“Deaf?” her mother echoed.

Tony was staring at her in a wholly inappropriate manner, but she was Aphrodite.

“Not deaf,” the woman continued, voice musical and sweet. “We adore music, don’t we, dear?”

Hephaestos grumbled under his breath something that might have been an affirmative.

McGee blinked at her. “So the -” He made a fumbling gesture. “And with the -”

Abby sighed. “C’mon, Mom, Dad, let’s go say hi to Ducky and Palmer, and then we can go out to lunch, okay? And no slipping Tony any ambrosia!”

Gibbs snatched the bottle away from a dazed Tony, and McGee trailed after Hephaestos with a plaintive, "Wait, I have so many questions!"

[lothy.livejournal.com]

Percy Jackson & The Olympians, Percy/Annabeth, underwater.

[lothy.livejournal.com]

Dark Hunter series, Zarek/Astrid, he's a god now.

[lothy.livejournal.com]

Dark Hunter series, Julian/Grace and Kyrian/Amanda, closest friends.