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Bonus Round 2 is now closed, and Bonus Round 3 is now open!

This round, the theme is sins/virtues.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave the ship, a sin/virtue, and any other details as a PROMPT below. After you've posted, read through everyone else's prompts, and leave a FILL for any which catch your eye. Fills can be in any media, and they need not be long, but please put a little effort in--if anyone starts spamming this post for points, we'll be able to tell.

You should place PROMPT/FILL, your current team affiliation and a brief summary in the comment title. Do not forget to change the title of the comment when posting a FILL as a reply to a PROMPT. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post. Reminder that team names must be in alphabetical order (ie. Balthazar/Death, not Death/Balthazar) and that portmanteaus (ie. Lubriel, Annaby) are not allowed when identifying team affiliation.

You will be awarded five points per prompt for the first five prompts you leave. The first three fills posted for each prompt will receive 15 points, the next three 10 points, and the next three 5 points. Prompts with ten or more fills will no longer receive fill points.

Bonus rounds are still rarepair only, but you can post prompts or fills for any rare ship this round, including gen/platonic ones (which should be indicated with an & as above). Due to some unforeseen complication from last round, we have changed the rules. It is now 15 points per fill for the first three fills by three different people. So if someone does a fic for Fill 1 and a fanmix for Fill 2, then get 15 + 10 points, and then Person 2 does a fill and Person 3 does a fill, so even though those would be fills 3 and 4, they count as 15 and 15 points since they're fills by new people. You are still not permitted to fill your own prompt. We also encourage people not to fill prompts from their teammates, although the points will not be deducted if you do.

Bonus round fills can include links provided they are publicly viewable. Works can also be cross-posted to other websites, as there is no anonymity requirement in bonus rounds. However, works posted directly to comments will be limited to 16,000 characters by the Dreamwidth comment limit. Longer works should therefore be divided between multiple comments.

Remember, Team Chuck can participate in bonus rounds, and if you change teams, points earned will transfer with you until the end of the team shuffle period.

This round is now closed.

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Loyalty

Date: 2013-10-24 09:52 am (UTC)
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"Ah, ah, ah, wait." Abaddon purred in Dean's ear, keeping her hand on the man's shoulder and stopping him from moving forwards. Dean stilled obediently, but his lips were parted, and he was more than ready to launch himself on the man in chains at a moment's notice. His eyes were black, and the knife clutched in his hand was already bloodied. "You're going to savour this, aren't you, Dean?"

"Yes, my queen." The words came so easily from Dean's mouth, and Abaddon smiled, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Dean shivered, and she noticed the way his lips twitched, with pride.

Pride was such an awful sin. She kept her left hand on his shoulder, and her right slid from his right arm down, gliding over the bare skin of his all-scarred bicep, the crook of his elbow, his forearm, to clutch the hand he held his knife in. She lifted it up, and he moved with her readily as she rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand.
That first time she'd threatened him, she'd thought to scare him, terrify him, but upon finding the records in Hell (despicable scum though he was, Crowley had kept impeccable paper copies), she'd realized precisely what had truly scared him.

Corrupting Dean had been such a perfect pleasure for a hedonist like her. "Are you going to tear him apart, Dean?" Abaddon had never met a demon with a such a finesse with the knife as this boy here, and never met one with such a passion for the work, either.

"Yes, ma'am." Dean whispered, and when she tightened her hand on his shoulder, he gave a soft sound. "Please."

"That's my boy." Her boy, her knight in bloodied armour. She couldn't count the demons she'd destroyed for speaking out against Dean's loyalty - for all his wrath, his pride, his greed, Dean remained oh so loyal. And once that brother of his was out of the way, it was quite easy to turn that quality to her.

"Go." Abaddon delighted in the screams of the torn-up creature on the rack, lips quirking into a little grin. "Twist it, Dean!" She called, and Dean obeyed immediately, drawing out a long, low yowl from the soul on the rack.

Oh, yes. Perfect.