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Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

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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Feb. 5th, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
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.”
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Feb. 5th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
wasn't quite what I'd planned to write but it kinda got away from me. I'm glad you liked it.
Jun. 11th, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)
Here, have podfic! :D


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