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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[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Looking For Group, Richard, Getting in touch with his spiritual side

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The Spider Garden, Shaalis the Sacred Androgyne, Shi is a gracious deity

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, "When you build me such a beautiful temple, how can I resist?"

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

It started with the dreams...well not really. Toby’d had the dreams his entire life, or at least for as long as he could remember. Sometimes there were beautiful – a kaleidoscope of colour, joyous dancing and laughter but sometimes there were horrifying – terrible nightmares of chaos and madness, his sister’s voice crying in betrayal.

There was one constant – the man in the purple pants. For some reason Toby thought of him as Jareth even though he couldn’t remember ever hearing the name from anyone, not even in his dreams.

He tried to talk to Sarah about it but she refused. There’d been a time, when he was younger when she’d tell him stories of a place, a maze of magic but as he grew older, she grew more distant, refusing to speak of their childhood game.

Things got worst around his 16th birthday. He came downstairs humming a tune that had been stuck in his head for days and Sarah freaked, shaking him roughly and demanding to know where he’d heard the song. When he answered he’d heard it in his dreams she threw him to the floor, racing upstairs and tearing his room apart. By the time he made it to his room she had a lighter and was trying to burn something.

It was a knitted baby’s cap in red and white stripes. Something he vaguely remembered owning as a child.

“I won’t let you!” she screamed to the empty air. “I won’t come back to you no matter what you threaten!” The lighter sparked and clicked in her hand, never reaching a flame.

Something hit the window and it crashed open, wind filling the room like the wings of a large bird, buffeting them both. For a moment Toby though the heard someone speaking, a deep chiding voice Toby felt like he should recognise but it was cut off by Sarah’s screaming as she fled the house.

That was the last time Toby ever saw his sister.

That night the dreams changed; became darker, deeper and far more intimate. In his dreams Jareth whispered to him, enticed him. In his dreams Jareth promised things, things Toby would never dare think in the waking world, pleasures too perverse for Tody’s innocent mind to fathom...

For month this when on. Toby’s grades slipped, he cut himself off from his friends, started skipping class. His parents tried discipline, tried grounding him but all Toby wanted to do was sleep, to be in that place where all things could be his and he could be Jareth’s.

Only the art classes they enrolled him in out of desperation brought him out of his shell. Toby turned out to be a talented artist but his subject matter worried his teacher – a maze, dark and foreboding; monsters of every shape and form, some too grotesque to look at and a man, the same man, over and over.

On the night of his 17th birthday, Toby woke up panting, his body shined with sweat, hard and straining beneath his boxers. “Jareth.” He whispered, stroking himself slowly as he stared at the drawings of the Goblin King on the altar of images he’d built. At its centre the small cap Sarah had failed to destroy. “Jareth please? Please take me. Right now.”

A gloved hand reached around him, a crystal ball rolling across the fingers. “Why Toby,” Jareth crooned, his full lips pressed close to the tender skin of Toby’s throat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Kushiel's Legacy, Cassiel/Naamah, "You love Him more than He deserves."

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Reboot, Author's Choice, "Whom Gods Destroy"'
"Whom the Gods would destroy, they first make mad."

I know it's late, but I couldn't resist..."

[morlockiness.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Claire, "We're Gods, Claire. We can never die."

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, "Before God we are all equally wise - and equally foolish." ~Albert Einstein

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Supernatural, Jimmy Novak, "You talk to God, you're religious. God talks to you, you're psychotic." ~Doris Egan

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, "You can pray for someone even if you don't think God exists."

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

"God." (If there is a God?) Dean begins, his eyes closed tight, he means the word, even if his thoughts betray him. (It's the thought that counts, but for what it's worth he'll use words and actions both).

Dean is on his knees, he hears his heart beat in his ears, he hears the machines he doesn't know the name of, beeping and humming.

"Please help, Cas'..." Dean doesn't look at the hospital bed, where Cas lays helpless and pale. If he opens his eyes, he fears to see the scorch of burnt wings across white hospital sheets and white walls and the gritty grey of the floor. There would be only the body, and Cas - the angel, his friend, would be dead.

"Dean." Sam sounds pained, and Dean knows his little brother believed in God even when Dean didn't (still does not) and knows that Sam had never really understood the bond between his blood and demons, never understood how his brother - simple, loyal, a hunter - had gotten the attention of angels - of this angel in Hell: Castiel. Cas had gotten him out of Hell, by all that was holy and all that he believed there was (monsters, demons, evil) and there was not (God, angels until Cas'...) he - just this once - Dean prayed to be proven wrong.

"He hears." Cas says softly, a whisper to Dean's ears. Dean opens his eyes, knowing the wetness on his cheeks for tears, and yet a grin stretches widely across his face. His relief (if not his belief) is plain to see - and maybe, between God and Dean, it's enough to keep.

[juliet316]

Doctor Who, Ten/Donna, she was one of the few that never thought of him as some type of God.

[ac-123.livejournal.com]

He is an extraordinary man, the Doctor can not deny that. He flies through time and space with more freedom than the wind. He can visit Paris during the summer of 1846 (or whatever year—summer in Paris is generally the same if there is no war or upheaval going on that year) one day and the next be dining with American Natives a day before the Pilgrims are set to land. He can be anywhere, any when, any one.

He is amazing.

Tons of people see that.

There are only a few who see the less-extraordinary bits in him.

The most recent is Donna Noble. Who laughs at him when he stumbles. Who yells at him when he’s overstepping his boundaries. Who scolds him and mocks him and comforts him when he needs to be mocked or reprehended or comforted. She sees that he has the same emotions that she does and, therefore, they are more equal than past companions have believed.

It was a nice change.

It was an attractive change.

It meant that the Doctor would have to prove his extraordinary-ness to Donna. Take her on extraordinary trips. Show her extraordinary things. Take her breath away and be there while she gasps for breath and grasps for reason.

And then…maybe then…she will love him like he loves her.

[juliet316]

Charmed, Deimeter!Piper, Piper didn't stop when her sisters begged her to.

AU during season 6

[tigriswolf]

She can hear the cries of the earth, of all the once-lush places falling into ruin and despair, of the creatures choking on dirty air and polluted water, of the species nearly lost forever, and she opens herself up to the rage and the grief, because it is better to lose herself in someone else's pain than feel her own.

Piper is a sister and a mother, has always thought herself a guardian -- who better to guard the entire world? She must protect her son and her little sisters, and how better than to remake the world as it should have been?

She can feel all life crying out for a protector, and she opens herself up to the power, and then she opens her eyes, ready to fix everything that has been broken. Her family will be safe, and so will all children (whatever their species), but it is obvious that the world's problems begin and end with one species alone.

("Oh no, oh fuck no," Chris mutters, while his aunts shout at each other. The Elders are panicking, demons are going to ground, and Wyatt is wailing in Chris' arms. He feels his powers shifting, and he wonders distantly if the future he left even exists anymore.

"We'll be okay," he whispers to his older baby brother, and he hunkers down to wait.)

[juliet316]

Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, Hercules, All gods die eventually, even Hercules

[juliet316]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Q, Sisko, "how dare somebody show so little disrespect as to punch him"

[juliet316]

Torchwood, Jack, They forced him to play God, and he paid a price beyond measure.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Norse mythology, Loki/Anyone, Loki will change his face as readily as he will speak a lie, so the easiest way to love him is to close your eyes and shut him up

Semi-Modern Day Loki/Dionysus

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(Sorry 'bout the crossover, it just came out like that)

It was just so stupid, Dionysus reflected sometimes, when scarred lips met his. When the fleeting thought didn't refer to his own absurd fondness for a certain trickster god, it referred to Loki's incredible capacity for self-sabatoge.

This was a man who could turn into anything, and who could talk water into running uphill just to spite the sea.

This was a man who didn't understand what Dionysus wanted when he said just you.

Those scarred lips never changed, though, and though Dionysus knew Loki hated them there was something comforting about running his finger or lips over those ridges. This was Loki.

This was the alienated guy at the back of the bar who would grin and mock him despite the lonely shadow in his eyes when he thought no one was looking. This was the man that talked Thor into anything, who could avoid death on technicality with more grace than any lawyer. This was Loki, who rode tsunamis of other god's anger, laughing and screaming in turns when the waves broke on the sand.

And if Dionysus kept his mouth too busy to spin pretty words, than he stayed Loki.

[fourleftxaviers.livejournal.com]

Marvelverse, Cable, being the closest thing on earth to a god. (Include Deadpool if you can?)

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"So, Nate, I guess Providence is like heaven."

Cable glances up from the paperwork that is spread across his desk and eyes the man peering out of his office window. It's not the most random thing Deadpool has ever said - in fact, this is downright sane considering what the merc is usually spouting off about - but he decides to humor Wade anyway. "What?"

"Well, you know, since you're like the closest thing on earth to being a god and all. I know this is comic book land, but it's still really cool that you can time travel and come back from the dead all of the time."

Ah, yes, this is more like the random babble that Deadpool routinely spouts. Cable sighs and returns his attention to the paperwork.

"I bet that they're going to kill you off soon anyway. But you'll come back again. You're just like your mom. Hey, does this mean that she's Jesus?" Wade pauses, idly picking at the custom Deadpool jacket he'd picked up from who knows where. "But that wouldn't make sense. If you're God, your mom can't be Jesus. It has to be the other way around."

Cable makes a non-committal grunt.

"Oh oh oh, you know what would be funny, Nate? If some writer decided that your mom would be reincarnated into a little girl, and then you had to raise her. Then you really could be God and your mom could be Jesus! That'd work, right?"

Nathan shakes his head with a sigh. Wade comes up with the craziest ideas sometimes.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Norse mythology, Loki/Thor, Thor may have made an adequately convincing woman, but Loki would have rocked that dress

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Loki prided himself on having seen most that the world had to offer. Of course, as an immortal being, this meant things began to get boring after a while.

So a sight like this - a large, bearded god of thunder, sitting in a dress and staring at his hammer like it was his firstborn child - was to be treasured.

"Glad to be back together?" he asked.

Thor sighed happily. "Just remembering the way that frost giant's brain splattered all over the wall. It was like we'd never been apart."

Loki patted him on the shoulder. "Never going to pretend to understand you, big guy," he said, "But isn't it time you got out of the dress?"

"I only wore it to get Mjollnir back," said Thor defensively, "It's not girly or anything."

"Never said it was."

"It was to rescue the hammer."

"Of course it was."

"It's covered in the blood of my slain enemies."

"Makes it manly, if anything."

"So it's not girly for me to wear it!"

"I never said it was!" said Loki. "I just thought you might want to take it off because, well, it's not that flattering."

Thor's eyes narrowed over the top of Mjollnir. "WHAT?"

"You have a different build to Freyja," shrugged Loki. "She's curvy, you're way wider at the shoulders. It completely drowns your hips, it -" His voice dropped into hushed tones. "It makes your ass look fat."

Thor's eyes narrowed over Mjollnir. "WHAT."

"It doesn't matter, right? I mean, you just wore it to get back Mjollnir."

"Yes - right - but - It's a DRESS!" Somewhere in Midgard, an unexpected violent lightning storm sprung out of a blue sky. "Of course I don't look good in it, I'm a MAN! Men aren't supposed to wear dresses!"

"Whatever, whatever." Loki coughed and looked up at the walls of Asgard. "OfcourseI'Dlookgoodinit-"

"WHAT?"

"I might have a chance at pulling it off," shrugged Loki.

"You're - you're not curvy either!"

"I'm still better proportioned than you! But," he added quickly, as he heard lightning distantly pounding Midgard like hail, "it doesn't matter, RIGHT? Men don't wear dresses, RIGHT? You just did it for Mjollnir, RIGHT?"

Thor looked uncertain. "Right."

"Right." Thor began to pull off the dress. "Hey, I thought you said it was manly-"

"Try it on," insisted Thor gruffly, thrusting it at him.

"What??"

"TRY IT ON."

"But it's just-"

"I want to see what you've got that I haven't!"

Loki fought to suppress a smile. "OK," he said, "But don't be downhearted if I look good in it, all right? We can raid Freyja's wardrobe and find something that'd suit you."

Thor brightened. Down in Midgard, the humans crept out of their huts and stared in bewilderment as the lightning storm cleared up as quickly as it had appeared. "Really?"

"Sure." Loki paused. "For when you next have to rescue Mjollnir, of course."

"... Of course."

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Greek mythology, Hermes/Dionysus, "Man, I am so wasted."

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"Man, I am so wasted." Dionysus whimpers against the skin of Hermes. He curls closer, by all appearances; he is a child, with curling brown hair hanging down to his shoulders and the chubby fat of childhood clinging to an otherwise lithe and promising body.

Hermes closes his eyes and wonders what Dionysus sees in him, these sorts of affairs never end happily, Hermes is black haired, it falls in waves and ringlets, and he long ago gave up shaving his jaw, so there is a beard, but Dionysus seems to enjoy it and never says it tickles. Their skin is the same, and in this sort of world that does not believe in gods, none would ever guess their father is one and the same.

“Why do you do this to me?” Hermes asks softly, for it is Dionysus with a honeyed tongue and dancing eyes that teases and seduces – Hermes is the traveler, he knows all the roads he could run, all the paths of heaven and earth and what lay beneath are open to him. He could run – and sometimes he thinks he is, always – but right now he does not move. Dionysus would only catch him again, snare him and perhaps never let him flee.

“Because it is fun, Hermes, do you not think so?” Dionysus then purrs, wicked darkness lurking in his violet gaze, and Hermes is always wary, for his partner is as swiftly changing and dangerous as his wine.

Immortality does not often grant sanity, even Hermes falls prey to his own quirks, his keen eyes alert for some shining bobble or being to steal away. Hermes swallows his guilt, and when Dionysus’s kisses taste of wine, he does not protest his godhood being so tainted.

Hermes will never say that he likes the taste, though it is all too true – Dionysus may be god of wildness and the vine, and it is his nature to corrupt, to change, to nourish, to give pleasure - but it is Hermes who is god of herds, trade, thieves and athletes- and he needs and craves what his half brother is, pleasure and wickedness, Dionysus is like the world and Hermes is like those touched with wanderlust for a world unending. This is as wrong as it is right, and Hermes only preys it never ends.

[uwalumni2.livejournal.com]

Yah! That was adorable! Aphrodite rocks! Hope her spell will be on Cas/Dean forever-they so belong together! :D