Friday: 4am
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Happy Friday, everyone! It’s
lynne_monstr again, here with today’s prompt of: 4am.
It’s said that life imitates art, but sometimes it’s the other way around. In honor of Friday night, the theme is 4am. What goes on this late at night/early in the morning?
The Rules!
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Prompts to gett things moving;
Highlander, Duncan+/ Amanda, He had to wake her up and talk her into it, but it was completely worth it
Forever Knight, Vachon (+/any), some mortal decides his church is the perfect venue for a rave
Sherlock, Sherlock +/ John, When he told Sherlock to make sure he was up by 4am for his morning shift, he didn’t mean like that.
Not a night person? Have a look at the lonely prompt archive for some other great ideas.
Have fun!
tag=4am
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It’s said that life imitates art, but sometimes it’s the other way around. In honor of Friday night, the theme is 4am. What goes on this late at night/early in the morning?
The Rules!
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Prompts to gett things moving;
Highlander, Duncan+/ Amanda, He had to wake her up and talk her into it, but it was completely worth it
Forever Knight, Vachon (+/any), some mortal decides his church is the perfect venue for a rave
Sherlock, Sherlock +/ John, When he told Sherlock to make sure he was up by 4am for his morning shift, he didn’t mean like that.
Not a night person? Have a look at the lonely prompt archive for some other great ideas.
Have fun!
tag=4am
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Date: 2012-12-07 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-07 10:57 pm (UTC)So at four in the morning, he dragged Amanda out of bed -literally- and they drove out of Melbourne proper to look at the sky without light pollution. They curled up under a shared blanket and stared at the dancing colors of the sky. When he was young, those lights were considered a sign of God, either for good or ill. An Indian tribe of America called it a 'Dance of the Spirits.' Duncan preferred that description.
Amanda wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered. "It's as if time doesn't matter."
Duncan grinned. The aurora australis was just as breathtaking as the aurora borealis.
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Date: 2012-12-07 02:17 pm (UTC)("Death" is completely free to interpretation.)
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Date: 2012-12-07 11:04 pm (UTC)He breathed. Thankful to be alive. His thumb rubbed against the silver ring on his third finger. He would survive. He was a survivor.
He closed the lid. He needed to be done burying the casket, as makeshift as it was, before daybreak. He wanted to be there when the children awoke.
He picked up the shovel and covered the box with dirt, never pausing as he buried, hid, killed Nightwing. Nightwing was dead, never to return.
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Date: 2012-12-08 08:08 am (UTC)The phone rings ten times before Nina answers. He hears the voice she uses when she's pushing people, but he has to do a double-take at the suggestion. Before he can respond, though, she hangs up on him.
He sighs, looks at the clock. 4:05 AM, just two minutes later than it was two minutes ago (when he'd last looked). He redials Nina's number.
"What is it?" she mumbles into the phone. "I'm sleeping."
"I know, Nina," Rosen replies. "But we need you in the office right away."
He can hear her sheets rustle as she sits upright. "Fine. Be there in twenty." Rosen is about to say goodbye, when: "Did you call a little while ago?"
"Just now, actually. Don't you remember?"
"No, I was still mostly asleep. You know how it is. Did I... say anything?" Nina asks.
"Let's just say that it's a good thing you can't push people over the phone. Not that I'd be able to perform that particular act on myself, at any rate..."
Nina sighs and disconnects the call.
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Date: 2012-12-07 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-08 02:53 am (UTC)When he joined the law firm, he had assumed those days were behind him. He was given the option to start early and took it. He needed to get the work done just as much as the other associates and if he didn't want to get fired, he had to do it when he was awake. He still did his best work at 4am.
So did Mike, after an all nighter. It was rare for another associate to be working at that time, but Harold respected the dedication. This wasn't the first time Harold had been starting as Mike was putting his head down on his desk for a nap. Harold exchanged a wry smile with Mike, but no words. Both of them were loathe to break the silence of the offices.
This was about as peaceful as their job got.
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Date: 2012-12-07 02:40 pm (UTC)Fill: Psycho Pass, Ginoza
Date: 2012-12-21 04:03 pm (UTC)Gino inhaled deeply, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before blowing it out through his nostrils. The ashtray on the table was full of stubs. He finished off another and smashed it into the glass with more force than necessary. When he shook another into his hand, he noticed he only had six left in carton that had once held twenty. He sniffed in disgust at himself and lit up again. He'd have to use cologne to cover the smell tomorrow. Kougami thought he had quit. He didn't want to lose that edge he had over the other man however false it really was.
There was a large glass window in the kitchen, and he had drawn back the curtains to watch the street. It was early, one or two in the morning. Few cars were on the road. He couldn't sleep, couldn't focus enough to read, and watching television would aggravate his headache ore. So, he sat perfectly still at the island in the kitchen, smoking more than he should and drinking coffee, hoping the caffeine would minimize the migraine he would have tomorrow.
He thought about how he had been too hard on Akane for going with Kougami to see his former professor. He was being selfish and petty. Realizing that fact didn't stop the feelings. He sucked in the smoke and nicotine so hard it was painful. He viciously put his cigarette out and lit another. She was a good Inspector. She had good instincts, and she was smart. Her innocence would evolve into something more useful one day with experience.
There was a skittering noise that made him look up. His dog, Roku, padded up to him and rested his head on his master's knee. He made a soothing noise and scratched behind Roku's ear while he chain smoked through the rest of the pack. When he was finished he sat back and watched the sun rise before going back upstairs to shower and change before going into the office. His head was killing him.
Star Trek (AOS), Jim Kirk, Insomnia
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Date: 2012-12-08 06:49 pm (UTC)DING
Merlin stood on the edge of the forest, between the woods and the cemetery. He watched the fog coalescence and figures solidify.
DING
A unicorn stepped out of the woods and watched. A rabbit and a fox stood next to each other. A rainbow of magic danced through the trees.
DING
There. That figure. His father. Balinor nodded and smiled at him. Father and son had a moment.
DING
The moment was over. The ghosts, the unicorn and the live animals were all gone. Merlin and the subtle magic remained.
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