Došanbe: Myths and Fairytales

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Good morning, everyone! I’m doreyg and I shall be hosting you this week. The overall theme for this week will be genre, and today's theme in particular is Myths/Fairytales. Prompts can be anything related to myths or fairytales - be it mythical plots, fairytale tropes or even prompts from mythical and/or fairytale fandoms themselves. The choice is yours!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Examples!:

+ DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, true love's kiss
+ The Iliad - Homer, Helen/Hector, a thousand kisses
+ The Demonata, Juni Swan +/ Any, for you are more than a wolf / you are death in its sweetest form.

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, true love's kiss

AKA Bruce gets hit by a sleep spell and the only way to wake him up is the kiss of his true love and Hal is very unimpressed to find out that it's him.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Demonata, Juni Swan +/ Any,

for you are more than a wolf,
you are death in its sweetest form.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Book of Enoch, Raphael/Azazel, where my demons hide

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Egyptian Myth, Set/Horus, two sides of the same coin

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Iliad - Homer, Helen/Hector, a thousand kisses

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

Greek Mythology, Cupid/Psyche, The Ocean of time

[demoerin.livejournal.com]

Mad Max: Fury Road, Immortan Joe (who used to be just Colonel Joe Moore), "I am the man who grabbed the sun"

[demoerin.livejournal.com]

Inuit myth, Sedna, finger by finger; remade and remaking

Nice topic!

[exclusive888.livejournal.com]

I love myths and fairly tales... Some of them are very real though!

Re: Nice topic!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Please feel free to leave a prompt.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Any Alchemist, Researching the Alchemist of the East

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any fairy tale heroine, Tell-All TV show to destroy the myth (i.e., "No, my stepmom was great!" etc.)

Fill: (Drabble): Snow White and the Wrong Number of Dwarves

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“You know, you go into the forest, because you’ve been told there are dwarves there, and you think you’re a princess, Kili’s bound to fall for you and Fili’s not that bad either. Thorin’s a bit old maybe, but then there’s his eyes and when he smiles ... he’d of been good too. And what do you end up with? A bunch of losers, that’s what. Who wants to shack up with Bashful, Dozy or Sleepy? And Sneezy, yuk! Grumpy lived up to his name, and Happy was just a pain in the rear. They got me there on false pretences.”

[tigriswolf]

Cinderella (any), the stepsisters, jealousy rots the bones

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, any peasant, princess, or nobleman's daughter, Joy can end in sadness

[tigriswolf]

any mythology, author's choice, we were passionate then, in those halcyon days

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Greek/Roman mythology.

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It's the end of another civilization, and the gods stand witness as their temples are swept aside and Olympus degenerates into a thing of myth.The nymphs are dancing, free of their rivers and their trees at last, and the mermaids have already shed their scales and run down the shores in search of a mate they can't kill with their voice.

One by one, they turn back into their original forms. Thunder booms its last ruling on this land, and a handsome boy's face turns into sunlight and melds into it. The waves come high, scaring the peasants, and many will swear there was a man's laughter before the seas calmed.

"Stubborn to the end, the old man," a woman says.

The man next to her chuckles, and as the ocean retreats, his dark eyes turn to gaze at her.

She defies description, though her skin bears the faintness of the ocean's foam and a look from her eyes would still force a mortal to their knees. Her first steps were met with adoration, and she became the favorite daughter too easily, slipping into the role of favored child above the sun and the moon themselves.

There will be no easy slipping into memory for her. No matter to which god's name their lips pray, people will always worship her in the depths of their hearts.

They call her Love, they call her Lust.

He calls her sister - and lover, as well.

Love and War have ever been good companions.

"Will you stay?"

Her delicate shoulders move up and down, a whisper of a movement.

"I will," he tells her, though she hasn't returned the question. War never stops, but he can. The others always were called to witness the beauty of this world, while he would arrive into the middle of carnage. His ears are full of the cries of the dying and the shouts of the victorious, and each has always believed they fought on the right side.

He is curious whether their moments of peace were worth fighting for.

"Do you remember," she says, her voice sure and louder than he's ever heard her, "how we met?"

An introduction to her new family, and he'd stolen her into his bed at the end of it. Centuries have passed since then, and marriages and children and bedmates - a thousand stories told about them.

But he remembers every moment with her.

It had been years of wildness. Of sweet turbulence. In his arms she had become storms and earthquakes, and he had met her with equal passion.

They could have changed the world - don't Love and War always change everything around them? - so they were pulled apart. She was tamed, dragged into intrigues and petty skirmishes, and taught to shun him as the others did.

But that was later.

"You wore white," he remembers. The blood in his hands had tinged the cloth with red marks, but she hadn't shied away. Not then.

She wears darker hues now, and jewels in her hair instead of humble flowers.

He comes closer, catches a strand of blond hair between his fingers and with rare gentleness dislodges the emerald adorning it. "You were beautiful," he tells her honestly, tossing the polished rock to the side.

She smiles.

It's the only smile he's seen since they realized their time as higher beings in this world had passed. Does she mourn, as the others did? Perhaps not. She was never like the rest of them, for all they welcomed her as one.

She is a secret craft of the seas, untouched by god or man until she allowed it.

If he kisses her, she will be marble against his lips.

But she kisses him instead.

"For old time's sake, my dear?"

She shakes her head.

Ah, well. For the new world that's already rising around them.

There are the whispers of wars that will be started in the name of love, and the love that will bring healing after the dead have been buried.

Together they can change the world, yes.

"Come with me," she says, and he nods.

The world can wait.

[tigriswolf]

Greek mythology, Achilles/Patroclus, You want to die for love

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, they are the same and they hate each other for it

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

angel the show , spike/angel ,Prince saves the damsel

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Cinderella, any of the family (Cindy, stepsisters, stepmother, etc.), "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." (Tolstoy)

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Little Red Riding Hood, little red, learn to bend learn to swerve// learn to bend learn to butcher

not a fill yet

[tigriswolf]

How do you feel about a serial killer AU?

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time. Belle/Rumpelstiltskin. I choose you.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Enchanted. Morgan Philip. Morgan decides to move to Andalasia.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "Between Prince Charming and the Big Bad Wolf, I trust the wolf to be sincere."

Fill: Throwing Pebbles [Supergirl, pre-Kara Danvers/Maxwell Lord]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

He finds her standing on his balcony about midnight, a tired expression in her eyes and her hair fluffed over her shoulders. He half considers just fetching what remains of the red Kryptonite and throwing it at her, but that may well backfire on him in a way far less than pleasant.

...Best not to risk it. He carefully opens the door, edges warily over to her side, "Supergirl! What a pleasure to see you."

"Of course," she huffs, surprisingly, and tilts her head at him. She's quite obviously been crying from close up, the skin around her eyes is red and puffy. She's also, he notices in a sudden burst of clarity, quite obviously beautiful, "at least I know you're lying, whenever you open your mouth."

...Ah, another less than pleasant encounter with that Olsen boy who can't make up his mind even at gunpoint. He's heard Alex complaining about him multiple times, both to his face and when she thought he was out of hearing range. He's never heard Kara, the kind hearted Supergirl, complain but what he has seen has been almost worse. James Olsen hurts a lot of people, with his refusal to acknowledge his permanent preoccupation with himself.

He's not a nice man, but he does know what it's like to feel frustration over fools. He considers for a second, and then steps forwards. Leans against the railing, right by his enemy's side, "why, Supergirl! Have I ever offered you less than the truth?"

She snorts. But a smile, brief and surprisingly pretty, crosses her lips as she allows him to approach her, "multiple times."

"Really?" He glances at her in mock shock, overdramatic just to see another smile cross her lips, "why, what an offensive thing to say. I demand you list all the times that I've allegedly lied to you, in chronological order."

"Lord..."

"I never believe in a thing without evidence, Supergirl!" He cries, as she hides a snort into her hand. And continues to try and distract her, as easily and unexpectedly as that.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. a curse on a newborn.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. The magic only lasts until midnight.

princess tutu, ahiru/fakir

[vesca-viridian.livejournal.com]

Fakir holds her hand as they dance. There’s no music here, just trees and grass by her lake and the dock that Fakir spends half his time reading or fishing at. Ahiru can’t help but laugh with the joy of it. Fakir is as graceful as ever, and she hasn’t danced in years, so she’s more clumsy than not, but it’s a beautiful moment.

Ahiru twirls, old memories synching up to the moment, and lets Fakir tip her backward into a dip. Her body will be feeling this tomorrow. Her muscles haven’t been used like this in far too long. They’ve both grown up, Fakir taller and broader though he still had the leaner muscle of a dancer. He has more smile lines around his eyes and his hands are perpetually ink stained along with the end of his ponytail where it will slither from his shoulder into whatever he’s writing at the moment. Ahiru is still short, far less fit and trim than she used to be—she blames Fakir and how he will bring her delicious, terribly unhealthy things to peck at when he visits. He doesn’t seem to mind the changes though, not any more than she has minded watching him age. There is a strange sort of intimacy in knowing how someone looked over half a decade ago.

Fakir turns and Ahiru stumbles, caught against his chest. He laughs, but it isn’t cruel laughter. It’s warm and happy. “You haven’t changed,” he says.

She can’t help but blush. “I was going to say that you’ve changed, but with that kind of comment, maybe you haven’t.”

“I have,” he says, keeping them dancing close. “For the better I would hope. You were part of what made me change.”

“I know.” She has watched him all these years, watched him and cared for him. But she has been a duck with a duck’s life, and it is easier to be content with being a duck than to hold on to what she’d been for her brief time as a human. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“I promised, didn’t I?” he says.

Years and years of wishes hang heavy between them. Wishes, no matter how strong, couldn’t change that she is a duck and Tutu’s story has been told to its end.

They dance until the moon is high and their breath comes short because neither of them gets the exercise they once did. They come to a stop at the dockside, hand in hand, breaths mingling together.

“Ahiru,” Fakir says, “I—”

“I know,” she says before he can say anything more out loud. She doesn’t need to hear him say the words. He’s been saying them in his own way every day that he spends with her when he could be spending it doing any number of other things.

He has tried and tried and tried to write her a happy end like he has written so many other endings. Ahiru isn’t sure he quite understands that she has been happy. She is happy to be with him, to have the cool water of her pond and the food in it. She is happy to have once been Princess Tutu and to have seen Rue and Mytho reach their happiness. In the end he’s written this; one dance, one night, together as humans for the moment.

She leans up and kisses him on the cheek. He turns red like he did when she changed human earlier and like years before when her body changed back and forth. “Thank you,” she says again. “You don’t need to write for me anymore.”

For the first time that evening, Fakir frowns, and she chases that expression away with another kiss, this one to his forehead, pulling him down to her level.

“I’m happy,” she says. “I don’t need a human body or another duck. I don’t need another fairytale role. I’m happy like this. Here, with you.”

“Oh.” Fakir tightens his arms around her. His head rests on her shoulder and she returns his hug because she can. There are things she has missed about being human, this being one of them, but she knows that she isn’t meant to be human in the end. “I’m happiest here too.”

“I’m glad.” A strong breeze whipped through, sending ripples across the lake. In Fakir’s arms is a duck half tangled in a dress.

He half laughs as he helps untangle fabric from wings and webbed feet. Ahiru puffs her feathers at him when he sets her down still smiling at how her feathers are ruffled. “I guess it must be midnight,” he murmurs. He strokes the sleek line of her neck and Ahiru lets her feathers settle to lean into the touch.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

(Any x) Greek Myth, any/any, Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight