Friday -- Night
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rattyjol, here with our last themed day of the week. Let's end our week the same way we end our days: today's theme is night. Whether the characters are insomniacs, vampires, up to late-night shenanigans or just dreaming, let's see what they get up to when the sun goes down.
As always, please remember the rules:
And throw our codemonkeys a banana; always format your prompts correctly, like so:
Supernatural, Sam/Jess, Sam's sleep schedule was so screwed up from time changes and all-night hunts that he always had trouble falling asleep at Stanford
Queen's Thief, Gen, he feels more like a thief at night
Doctor Who, any Doctor, what he gets up to when the humans are asleep
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rattyjol, here with our last themed day of the week. Let's end our week the same way we end our days: today's theme is night. Whether the characters are insomniacs, vampires, up to late-night shenanigans or just dreaming, let's see what they get up to when the sun goes down.As always, please remember the rules:
- Don't post more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you're free to prompt again.
- Don't post more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn, and leave plenty of space.
And throw our codemonkeys a banana; always format your prompts correctly, like so:
Supernatural, Sam/Jess, Sam's sleep schedule was so screwed up from time changes and all-night hunts that he always had trouble falling asleep at Stanford
Queen's Thief, Gen, he feels more like a thief at night
Doctor Who, any Doctor, what he gets up to when the humans are asleep
tag=night
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Date: 2012-06-22 09:59 am (UTC)Fill (R)
Date: 2012-06-23 03:19 am (UTC)The grins he flashes the cameras as he turns this time is almost a smirk. Part of him wants to reach out, snag his man, bring him to him, and ravish his sweet mouth in front of all the thousands of people watching, both here in person and at home on the other side of the television, but he knows that would end their careers immediately. The fashion scene may not be all it's cut out to be -- they know that now, more than any other models alive --, but it's what they know. They'd be lost without the whirldwind of cameras, glamorous outfits, lights, and fame. They could cling to each other a while, find themselves in one another as they did every night, but they'd still eventually grow lost and bored the day time.
Their nights will never be boring, however, and Derek knows and understands that they must keep their nights to their nights. Only after the curtains have drawn, there's no other fans around, and they're alone at home can be their true selves. During the night, they are wild, exotic, and dangerous, just like the primitive men they were born to be.
Well, mostly primitive, he thinks, his charming smile becoming a smirk again. He'll always have to have his silk clothes, satin sheets, bubble baths, and other luxuries, but there are things about them when they are together that can only be described as wild, exotic, dangerous, and primitive. There's a surge between them, a strong and heated pull unlike anything he's ever felt before that's purely animalistic. It's why their sex is so fantastic, why he has a steady shipment of new sheets coming in from Italy every day, and why he loves wearing black and white stripes so much.
Hansel's blue eyes catch his own dark gaze from across the runway. He shows plenty of white and sparkling teeth as his grin widens, but Derek knows it's not just a smile. His man is snarling at him, telling him what's to come in a few more hours, and Derek feels his fanny begin to twitch. He wants to buck and whinny like the zebra he is inside. He's ready for Hansel to ride him, but they have to wait just a little while longer.
Just a while longer, Derek tells himself, and they'll be back at home, back in their mansion, back in their jungle, back with Hansel riding him until their screams fill the empty rooms of the mansion and they fell over, hot mouths panting and lean, muscular bodies glistening with sweat and the other effects of their steamy love making. Derek snarls back. A part of him knows that the papers will say they're fighting again tomorrow, but he's not thinking about the press now, or his fans. He's thinking about one thing only, and his eyes tell Hansel that thought with a beautiful clarity: He can't wait. Tonight, they will ride. Tonight, they will become again the wild animals they are at heart. Tonight, they will be each other's to share and conquer, to ride into the floor until they can take no more, and there's no force that can stop or divert them until they have had what is rightfully theirs.
The sound of rapidly snapping cameras brings him home. He silences the moan welling in his mouth from the pleasure created just by his thoughts and Hansel's smile. He smiles at him again, then turns once more and flashes his famous grin at his adoring public. He appears happy, and he know he's the hottest thing to ever hit the catwalk. Yet, all along, Derek's thinking, Dear God, can this photo shoot take any longer?
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Date: 2012-06-22 10:17 am (UTC)Fill: Turn Your Dreams to Shame
Date: 2012-07-11 02:37 pm (UTC)Kernel doesn't dream of Nadia Moore, at least in the traditional way. Ever since he started seeing the lights again, there are two particularly bright ones that he chooses when he wants to see her.
It starts the same way. He'll step through to the other side, where he's greeted by a forest at night and whispering, "I thought I told you not to come here anymore."
Which prompts, "I thought I told you I wouldn't listen."
Kernel will then lay on the grass, knowing that Nadia will curl against his side, hear head leaning on his shoulder. In this place, Kernel isn't the blind disappointment of the Disciples or the depressed, orphan that even Lord Loss feels sorry for. Nadia Moore isn't the vindictive traitor that Juni Swan tries to be.
In this place, they can be together.
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Date: 2012-06-22 11:06 am (UTC)Sort of smutty minifill ;-) Rated 12A for Innuendo
Date: 2012-06-22 02:11 pm (UTC)*-*-*
"So... Where do you sleep, sir, if you live here all the time?" Ianto Jones asked as Captain Jack Harkness gave him the quote-unquote Grand Tour of the Hub.
"I don't sleep," the enigmatic American replied, sparking Ianto's curiosity and worry - if the man never slept, then how would he get Lisa inside? What does that even mean? Perhaps if he went Weevil hunting... but I couldn't let him go alone...
"And this is what you'll be doing," Harkness interrupted Ianto's train of thought, gesturing at a coffee maker that had seen better days. Or better decades. In fact it should be ashamed to call itself a coffee maker. Ianto gave a tiny, silent sigh. The things he did for love.
"Of course it is, sir," Ianto said with only a small hint of irony. "It's what I did in Torchwood One, most of the time."
"You seem to be good at it, if that cup you brought me was any indication," the Captain gave his matinee idol grin. "Give us a chance, Ianto Jones. We need to get to know you, see what else you're good at, before you get to do anything. Just like a normal job."
Ianto chuckled dryly.
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A few years later
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"Iantoooooo... Ianto Jooooo-ooooones..."
Something was tickling Ianto's nose. He flicked it away.
"F'ck'off m'sleeping," he mumbled, sleepily irritable.
The tickler chuckled and changed tactics. The tickles trailed down Ianto's chest, pausing to pay attention to his sensitive nipples, before trailing along his vulnerable side and down his thigh, stroking so lightly that he could just barely ignore it. There was a grumbling noise, a huffy sigh, and then wet heat enveloped Ianto's cock - definitely waking him up.
"What - what - why - what - oh godogodogod ohhh Jack!"
"Morning, lover," Jack said with his Matinee idol smile.
"I *need* sleep, Jack," Ianto wheezed.
"Nonsense. I don't sleep and you don't see me cranky in the mornings!"
"Yes I do, sir, now that was a lovely orgasm, and thank you very much for it, but if we're going weevil hunting you're going to want me well rested. Goodnight."
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Date: 2012-08-11 04:16 pm (UTC)Nyx is at ease with having power and not being in power, it is a ease which the children of her daughter Hemera have newly found. At dusk and dawn, Nyx and Hemera meet and speak, while Erebus awaits her below and Aither glimpses her from above in the garden of her Hesperides.
Nyx once was wild and willful too, birthing all manner of beings. Hermera had always been content with her three offspring, shapely Gaea, bold as brass Ouranos, and willful Thalassa. Gaea had taken after Nyx, begetting life to children to find or deny the range of her power.
Nyx blames Ouranos for his siring of Gaea's sorrows, and it is right that he is pinned now by the four pillars of the world. His own offspring parted them, the sky from the earth so Gaea could find her peace. Kronos for a time was king over all his siblings. Of his children, Nyx favors Hera and Zeus, and is content to share her domain with them.
It is Selene, bright daughter of Hyperion and Theia whom Nyx loves best, bringing forth light into the dark that Nyx dwells within, that she can not be parted from.
It did not surprise Nyx that Selene whispered to Eos of her loneliness, and Eos shared the bed of Astraios to birth the five Astra Planêta who ever flee into the embrace Oceanus at the rising of Helios. Eos gave their naming to Nyx - Phainon, Phaethon, Pyroeis, Eosphoros and his twin Hesperos, and Stilbon. Each night she sees them, and is reminded that she is not lonely in her domain.
The younger gods, seeing the first shining stars were inspired to fill the night sky. The first to step forth from Gaea to join the company of Nyx was Dike, who had dwelt among the races of man but fled to Nyx when they would sooner spit upon justice then see her standing among them. Nyx opened her arms and wings in welcome to this daughter of Zeus and Themis, calling her fondly little Astraia.
Atlas took the place of his father Iapetos in the west, and saw Nyx among the Hesperides; and was inspired to lay with Pleione, who bore him mountain daughters who stretched out their arms to become crowned among the stars. Alkyone, Kelaino, Elektra, Sterope, Taygete, Maia, and Merope who faded from mortal sight, but who Nyx still greets with a warm embrace. Pleione too, raised the Hyades who wept for Hyas and nursed Dionysus, so in their rising they nurse the earth with rain.
There are more stars now then there have ever been before and there are yet more, to see them is to be inspired.
As their signs touched Nyx, each unique and with a story to tell, they teach inspiration to mortals. This was how Nyx knew she was not forgotten by those younger generations, as many in number as to match the stars.
They make Nyx shine with a beauty to match her midnight majesty, that in the dark there will always be lights to see. Nyx is their mother or many times great grandmother, and her greatness is plain to see - in the refection of their own.
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Date: 2012-07-23 04:36 pm (UTC)He doesn't pretend to see himself as a better man than he actually is. He is painfully aware that if he were Chuck he wouldn't even be able to do this.
But that is exactly the point, isn't it? Chuck couldn't betray a friend to save him. Bryce isn't as good a guy as Chuck, but that's alright. It is because Bryce is exactly enough of a cold-hearted bastard to frame his best friend and get him kicked out of college that Chuck will get to keep on being the good person that he is.
Bryce keeps that in mind while he sketches out a plan with Flemming. He grits his teeth around it while he spreads the lies that'll make the plan stick.
He thinks, 'This is still better than handing Chuck over to the CIA,' when Chuck turns to him with heartbreak in his eyes and asks why.
"You brought this on yourself, Chuck," Bryce tells him, but he keeps his eyes on his pool cue. He directs the words at himself to give them the proper venom.
That night, in his lonely dorm room, he lets it all wash over him... Everything that's happened; everything he's done. He tries not to feel the silence from the bed across from him, accusatory in its emptiness. He relives the entire time he's known Chuck, all of the high points, all of the quiet moments. He thinks of all of the things about Chuck that he will miss, burning the memory of them into his mind - as if he could ever forget.
The thoughts torment Bryce until he wishes he could sleep, but closing his eyes does nothing but help him visualize Chuck's expression as he faced Bryce for probably the last time.
By dawn Bryce has a better understanding of what kind of man he is. He'd been warned about how difficult it is to burn an "asset", how the guilt of hurting someone innocent can plague even the strongest agent.
But nobody ever said how he'd hurt himself. His hollow stomach and throbbing temples tell him that he may not be as good a man as Chuck... but he's nowhere near as hard a man as he thought. It's a bitter pill to swallow with a burning throat, the day after he cut loose his only friend.
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