Wednesday, 10/13/2010 - Dawn
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Today's prompt is: dawn. That wonderful time before the sun comes up. That terrible time when the night ends. Which way is it seen?
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Any, any/any, Now started another long day
Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Serah, Their first dawn together on Pulse
Godspeaker trilogy, Rhian/Alasdair, The dawn hid the damage from the invasion
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jlsigman, and I'm your guest hostess for the week who is up way too early this morning thanks to a 6 month old kitten who loves the prompt. :-pToday's prompt is: dawn. That wonderful time before the sun comes up. That terrible time when the night ends. Which way is it seen?
As always, please keep the following few rules in mind:
- No more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom. Remember, as soon as someone takes on one of your prompts, you can pop another.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least seven days after air; if there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold in the subject line and leave at least three spaces.
- As a former codeslinger, I beg you to please do be kind to our codemonkeys and format your prompts correctly, like so:
Any, any/any, Now started another long day
Final Fantasy XIII, Snow/Serah, Their first dawn together on Pulse
Godspeaker trilogy, Rhian/Alasdair, The dawn hid the damage from the invasion
tag=dawn
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Date: 2010-10-13 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 03:11 pm (UTC)No Fic (Yet)
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:28 pm (UTC)Fill - Sorry it's short, bb.
Date: 2010-10-13 04:31 pm (UTC)Castiel was there to witness the first sunrise in existence and he was watched almost every sunrise since. There is nothing quite like the rush of calm serenity that washes over him when the first rays of morning light break across the horizon, nothing to compare to the warmth of his Father’s first true, real gift to man.
He has seen the sky break over the glaciers of the north and he has watched the sun paint the sky red after the bombing of Hiroshima. He remembers the way he felt viewing his first sunrise on Earth and he remembers every color of the morning sun over the ocean.
Castiel has literally seen hundreds of millions of sunrises but he doesn’t think anything will ever compare to this. This sunrise, which he will never forget or treasure one more than. The first time the morning light greeted him with Dean curled under him, around him. The perfect beauty of a sliver of light let in through the curtains, catching and warming Dean’s face even as he dozed.
Sunsets, sunrises, the northern lights, the first flower after a long winter and the way the ocean meets the sky. None of it can compare to the beauty of seeing the faint dreamy smile on Dean’s face, the way his eyelashes flutter against the freckles on his cheeks. The rise and fall of Dean’s chest is gentle, slow, and he is so at peace that something warm flutters in Castiel’s chest, spreading from his heart to his Grace, from his fingers to his toes.
Castiel has seen almost every sunrise since the very first, but Castiel knows without a shadow of a doubt that this one is his favorite of them all.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:29 pm (UTC)The Night Reveals What the Sun Hides
Date: 2010-10-20 06:32 pm (UTC)-----------------------------------
Dean lies on the hood of his car, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey held loosely in his hand. He watches with half opened eyes as the sun rises over the Ohio River. The river looks deceptively still in the early morning, like glass reflecting the rising sun’s rays. Up close he knows that the river’s current is running fast, swollen with the spring rains. Only hours before with night surrounding and hiding him from prying eyes, he had contemplated that river’s cold depths debating in his liquor soaked pain the pros and cons of its embrace. But in the end, he had stumbled away wondering if it was cowardice or bravery that stayed his hand once again from doing what his heart most wanted.
His mind is now numb, exhausted from drink and the turbulent emotions that brought him to this spot. He watches the light dancing on the river and a phrase ghosts across his mind, unbidden, “The night is always darkest before the dawn.” He snorts at the nonsense. What a big pile of horse shit that is. There is no light at the dawn. A new day doesn’t bring sunshine and roses and chirpy birds. A new day just means nothing has changed. He’s still here, living. And Sam is still there, burning and suffering. No, the dawn doesn’t change anything at all. At least the night is honest about its darkness. He lays his head back on the windshield and closes his eyes, allowing his exhaustion to overcome him as he rejects the lies of the sun.
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Date: 2010-10-13 09:06 pm (UTC)"Fine." Sam says. He rolls his eyes.
They sit on the roof of the Impala, something Dean would kill them for if he'd seen, and stare up at the sky as the fingers of dawn reach over the horizon.
"CUT!" Jensen says.
"Aww, Jen, you ruined it!" Richard says.
"DON'T call me Jen. And if you and lover-boy here wanto watch the sunrise, move off of Baby." Jensen says.
:ared shares a secret smile with Richard. "I know somewhere we can go."
"Fine with me!" Richard says eagerly.
"Just be back in an hour, and DON'T mess up your makeup too much!" Jensen said.
As Jared and Richard steal away, Jared sees Misha pull Jensen to the side. "Looks like someone's getting a quickie."
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-13 05:18 pm (UTC)About to run into the shower, then someone had to go prompt JW. Back with this soon
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 05:57 pm (UTC)No big bad monster wanted to hunt in the daytime, it must have been bad for their reputation or something.
Either that, or they just didn't want the Winchester brothers to have an inch of pleasure, and get a good night's sleep.
Lucky for Sam, the next hunt was taken by Dean, who was joined by Castiel. Dean just told Sam it was something he could handle with a little angelic assistance, no big deal.
Which, in Dean-speak, meant it was an easy hunt, and he planned on getting a different form of angelic assistance when it was done, without having to deal with getting Sam out of the picture.
So, win-win. Sam got to sleep, Dean got some elsewhere ...
Sam buried under the threadbare blankets of the motel bed, and drifted off. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, a warning he should not ignore, but he was so damn tired...
"Morning, Sammy!"
Sam flailed, kicking off the blankets, eyes wide, reaching for his knife, before spotting Gabriel perched at the edge of the bed, like a kid on Christmas morning.
Gabriel was grinning a mile wide. "Bout time you got up! Hey, did you know that this place serves continental breakfast? Well, they don't, but now they do. You're welcome, by the way. Dean and Castiel aren't back yet. Probably spent the night gazing into each other's eyes and dwelling on their daddy issues. Hey, can i have Dean's chocolate?" Gabriel bounded over to Dean's bed, snatching the complimentary mint. "Andes, awesome."
Sam sat up, trying to process. He should be used to this, but he wasn't. He should consider the effects of mornings on an Archangel-turned-Pagan god- turned outed archangel. Maybe there was a side effect he missed somewhere.
Just as soon as he finished his thought, Gabriel was leaning over him, popping a piece of chocolate in Sam's mouth as he yawned, followed by a kiss.
"Good stuff." Gabriel approved.
"...time'sit?" Sam mumbled, vaguely savoring the taste of Gabriel, chocolate, mint, and morning breath.
"Sun's just coming up, kiddo," Gabriel said, yanking back the curtains. "It's gonna be a good one. C'mon, Sam. Sam?"
Sam responded with a snore.
Gabriel just shrugged. Let him sleep. Tomorrow was another day.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:37 pm (UTC)Filled!
Date: 2010-12-22 08:58 pm (UTC)He took Juliet’s hand and grinned. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:43 pm (UTC)i am doin them as an established OT3 here.. huuh... doin them
Date: 2010-10-13 07:56 pm (UTC)Jared and Jensen are slower. Jared's the happy lazy sort. He wakes up and is instantly in cuddle mode. Sometimes he'll catch hold of Misha on his way out the door for his run. When he does, it's a fifty-fifty chance that he'll be able to pull him back down; sleepiness outweighs strength. Most of the time, he grabs but misses, or Misha slips out of his grasp. In those cases, still starving for attention and ridiculously grateful to be alive and with his loved ones another day, Jared just turns over and half-hugs, half-crushes Jensen.
This might be half the reason that Jensen's such a little bitch in the morning. Jared has described his morning personality as Oscar the Grouch with a hangover. He moves verrrrrry slowly, he doesn't make eye contact or talk, although he does mumble indistinctly to himself. It takes him forever to get out of bed, even without Jared's mountain of muscles heaped on top of him. And when he does, it's a beeline for the coffee maker and God forbid you should get between them. As Misha sometimes does when he's coming home from his run. Day-old coffee grounds do not mix well with Misha sweat, no matter how you try it. And they totally clog up the shower drain.
It's a wonder the three of them manage to wake up together every morning and still want to go to bed together that night. But once everyone's got their supply of exercise, coffee, and/or cuddles, it's remarkable how well they get along.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:43 pm (UTC)Bit less sappy than expected ^^
Date: 2010-10-13 09:39 pm (UTC)He tossed. He turned. He snored. His feet were ice cold and his breath smelled like something had died. Sirius thought, when he stopped to think, that he made an equally terrible bedmate; in any case, Remus's little flaw bothered him not in the least.
In fact, it fascinated him. He found himself lingering, long after the two of them finished; he'd prop himself up on one elbow and watch Remus's twisting quest for comfortable sleep. He secretly enjoyed each little sigh of contentment or frustration, each time the sheet fell off completely and treated him to a complete view, each time Remus curled up nearly on top of him for warmth. Whenever that happened, Sirius shoved his nose into Remus's shoulder and Remus would mumble shove off, Padfoot without making any effort at all to make him move. And Sirius stayed.
With girls in school, Sirius ran. The minute both of them came he threw on his clothes and James's invisibility cloak and ran back to what he considered his home and family. Now, though, war and graduation had soured that home and this was the only piece of that family he could still cling to in the dark space before dawn.
He should leave, he thought, but with Moony's stringy hair sticking in his nose and his cold feet on his ankles, Sirius stayed. The war had already taken his family before them and he decided, as the light slid through the curtain, that it couldn't have this.
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-13 11:30 pm (UTC)"Doctor?" He snorts and burrows in deeper. "Amy's on fire. I'm on fire. Damnit, we are all on fire!" The Doctor just tangles his fingers in the pillow case. He knows it's not fair, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Amy, he says it's alright hon, just land her..."
"Amelia Pond, get your hands off my Tardis!" The Doctor is bellowing even as he leaps over Rory, stumbling as the sheet snags his foot. He's back before Rory can stop laughing enough to roll off the bed, sheet wrapped loosely around his waist. "You!"
"Oh look who decided to get up then." Amy peeks her head out of the en suite, water streaming off her hair and down her bare shoulder. "Who called me, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong Amy. Just waking the Doctor up. Make room in the shower, sun's up soon."
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Date: 2010-10-13 03:53 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2010-10-13 05:08 pm (UTC)“Cas,” Dean whispers, squirming and arching to no effect. “Cas, you’re suffocating me.”
Cas doesn’t respond, not verbally. He wraps himself tighter around Dean, anything to keep him from escaping, and he nuzzles into the back of Dean’s neck, his breath hot and moist against the soft skin. His fingers twitch against Dean’s stomach even as he hitches his leg higher, spreading Dean’s wider.
“Cas…” Dean whines, slumping in the angel’s grasp. It’s hot, stifling, and he wants nothing more to free himself so he can go back to sleep before the sun finishes rising, but then a pair of chapped lips press against his shoulder and Dean sighs in defeat. He can’t sleep like this, not with a parched throat and a dry tongue.
Still, Dean finds it hard to care. He squirms until he can bring a hand up to curl his fingers around Castiel’s own, entwining them, before he settles himself back in for the long haul. The room is just starting to flood with light through the crack in the curtains and it’ll be a few more hours before Castiel bothers to wake. As uncomfortable as Dean is now, he’ll get his payback soon enough.
(Not that Castiel will consider it revenge, if his half hard length is anything to go by.)
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Date: 2010-10-13 04:39 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2010-10-13 11:02 pm (UTC)He would stay up their for hours, until he was called down for breakfast and work or school.
When he's awake Picard thinks about the academy, spending long nights studying until the alarm went off and he ran down to the bridge to greet the dawn. When the last of the colors had faded to blue he would run back to his dorm and fall into and exhausted sleep.
He has been on many planets over the years, met many cultures and loved many people but the thing that he misses most being in space are the sunrises in France.
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Date: 2010-10-13 06:03 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2010-10-13 07:42 pm (UTC)--
Castiel gives Dean what he wants. Everything from the slice of mixed berry pie to the hungry kisses outside of a seedy bar, from a hex bag to protect him from witches to desperate sex in the back of the Impala, from a book on ancient rituals of some obscure Native American tribe to quick and dirty blowjobs on Bobby’s back porch. He lets Dean take whatever he wants, whether it’s simple and innocent or will scar Sam for the rest of his life.
So Dean takes and takes and takes, because that’s all he knows how to do. He lets Castiel bury himself inside of Dean, lets the angel kiss and mark his skin, but it’s for his own twisted benefit. He wants to feel the burn, the ache of something good. He wants to feel wanted, loved. He wants to feel like Castiel still cares even though they haven’t talked in a year, even though the angel left him.
Castiel is always leaving him. Dean’s sure there is something ironic about that. That’s really the only thing Dean is sure about these days. There’s something wrong with Sam, isn’t even sure if it is still Sam. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t love Lisa like she deserves. He doesn’t know if he’ll live to see tomorrow and he doesn’t know when his heart started pounding in his chest every time Castiel wills himself away in the cover of night, when he thinks Dean has fallen asleep. He doesn’t know when he started being terrified of the thought of Castiel never returning.
Dean knows what he wants, he always has. Yeah, the list has changed over the years, but it’s always quintessentially the same; he wants his brother, he wants a family, he wants to spend the rest of his life having amazing sex with Castiel and he maybe wants to settle down with a house and a German Sheppard because he’s always kind of wanted a dog.
What Dean needs though, he doesn’t know how to ask for. He spends weeks writhing beneath Castiel in the dark, clutching at him desperately hoping the angel with just take the Goddamn hint already because Dean doesn’t think he can ask for this. He’s too scared the answer will be “no.” As awesome as it is to feel the stretch and burn of Castiel inside of him, the slick, sweaty slide of skin on skin and the demanding surge of kisses – it’s just not enough.
No matter how many times Dean drifts off with his head on Castiel’s lap or his fingers curled in a vice like grip around the angel’s wrist, Castiel always leaves. He leaves Dean cold and naked and alone and when he comes back he pretends like none of it had happened, like he hadn’t abandoned Dean in the dark like he has been doing for an eternity, like he always does.
What Dean wants quells in importance to what Dean needs, but Dean can’t ask and he won’t ask, so he puts off falling asleep for as long as he can. He likes the way Castiel looks with his eyelashes brushing his cheeks, dark blue eyes half lidded when the sun shines through with morning’s first light. He likes the way Castiel’s fingers card through his hair or trace patterns on Dean’s warm skin. Mostly, he likes the way it feels to have someone in bed with him, someone who loves him despite his faults, someone who knows him inside and out and still comes back to him.
Dean can’t ask Castiel to say, but every time Castiel brushes his lips against Dean’s cheeks or forehead or lips or shoulders – wherever is closest, really – and Dean fails to reach out, to ask him to stay, he tries to convince himself that tomorrow he will. Tomorrow he’ll drag Castiel back against him and he’ll get to see the morning light wash over Castiel, his expression of tender love and not of quiet regret.
Tomorrow, Dean tells himself, and one of these days, he’s really going to mean it.
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