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Bonus Round 0 is now closed, and Bonus Round 1 is now open! Let's get creating, shall we?

This round, the theme is book-based AUs.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave a book title, the characters involved, and any other details as a PROMPT below. Then 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. NSFW prompts and fills should mention this in the summary or at the top of the post.

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). However, you may not 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 will close on October 6.
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Date: 2013-09-21 12:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] caramelkaren
I want to see Crowstiel (what I can whore out my own ship right?) set in the world of The Great Gatsby (and I personally want to write a fic in which it's The Great Gatsby but Crowley is Gatsby, Cas is Daisy, and so on and so forth because holy shit I'm seeing it all fall into place in my head I must do this). Specifically, I want to read Cas and Crowley attending one of Gatsby's parties (I think Cas would be dragged there by Dean or something) and they manage to meet and hit it off amongst all the decadence somehow. They may have sex if you please, but if you don't want to write smut that's fine because smut is an art and not everyone has the talent, I know I don't. Any characters from The Great Gatsby itself may make an appearance if you'd like as long as it makes sense for them to be at the party. You can also include any other SPN characters as well, though I did suggest Dean.
Oh, I'd just like to add as a little note of enthusiasm, as a freshman English major, this bonus round is making me squeal. I cannot wait to see all the prompts and fills you all can come up with based on books, because it's going to be beautiful.


Date: 2013-09-22 03:18 am (UTC)
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The days were hot but the nights were even hotter. And the entirety of New York City knew that the place to be was Gatsby’s. It didn’t matter if you were rich or poor, but as long as you were wearing a half decent suit, you could get in.

Castiel Novak didn’t know why he’d let Dean drag him to this place, because it was definitely not his scene. Him and Sam Winchester had both finished their first year of university, and through going over to his house for a study session, he’d met Dean. The eldest Winchester apprenticed under his father at a mechanics shop, which was how they were paying for Sam’s university. Castiel’s deadbeat dad had left some money for him before he’d run off when he was a baby. Castiel only had a suit because of funeral he’d gone to long ago, and the Winchesters only had a pair because one tailor Dean had repaired a car for had thrown in some suits as a bonus for a rush job. Suffice to say, Castiel would rather be at home curled up with a book.

“It looks surreal.” Jessica, Sam’s date, said in awe when they pulled up into the driveway. The entire house was alit and the vibrations given off by the booming music made it feel like Castiel’s body was shaking.

Their modest car came to an abrupt halt and Dean practically dragged him out of the car, “Come on!” The four of them made their way through the crowd to the main ballroom, and Dean somehow managed to shove a drink in his hand as soon they got there. “You know I don’t drink much,” he murmured, eyeing the martini with disapproval. “Come on Cas, let loose a little. This will be fun.” He was literally rubbing elbows with people he didn’t know and he’d never seen so many women in short dresses.

“Me and Jessica are going to head to dance floor, see you two later,” Sam smiled, and took her by the hand and escorted her to the center of the room. By the time they passed the first couple of women in shimmering silver dresses Castiel had already lost sight of them in the glitzy atmosphere. Everything seemed to shine with the intent to distract him and he felt a bit of sensation overload. He wasn’t the only that was distracted: Dean had set his sights on the girls to the left of them, whose short black dresses left little to the imagination, just like Dean liked it.

“Which one do you want?” Dean grinned as he glanced over to his friend. “Uh, surprise me. I’m… going to go get some food,” he stammered out and quickly fled. As he passed through the crowd, all he heard was gossip, and no one had the decency to whisper about it. Some names were unknown to him and others were people who graced the pages of the newspaper almost daily. And of course, everyone was talking about Gatsby.

He went to reach for a hors d’oeuvre off a waiter’s plate when he heard a silky voice behind him, “You look a little lost.” Castiel retracted his hand, and turned around to see who was addressing him: it was a man in a dark red suit with a silk blue tie. Warily, he replied, “No, I know where I am.”

The man chuckled, “I mean, you’re not the wild type.” Castiel tried not to frown, but he supposed it seemed obvious that he wasn’t terribly enjoying himself.

“I’m Crowley, by the way,” he said and extended a hand, which Castiel shook, and smiled a bit.

“How about I take you somewhere that’s a little more your style?” Crowley asked, watching him carefully. Castiel hesitated a moment before nodding, and Crowley downed the remainder of his drink before he put it on a butler’s tray and began to tug him through the crowd. Crowley led him through a hallway that no one seemed to be loitering in, until he opened a door, which revealed a vast library. Castiel shuffled in with wonder, and Crowley closed the door behind him. “There’s quite a few first editions here. Thought I doubt Mr. Gatsby has read most of them.”

“Why would he buy them, then?” Castiel asked, furrowing a brow as he approached a bookcase. He reached out his hand, wanting to touch the spines, but dared not. It would be rude to do so.

“Why would he hold all these parties? To impress people.” Crowley grinned, taking a step towards the man, though he hardly paid any attention to the books.

“But no one comes here,” Castiel remarked, and found the logic to be a bit lacking. In the time that he’d been thinking about the matter Crowley had closed in on him more. “You’re here.” The accent has such close proximity sent shivers up his spine and he found himself backing into the bookcase.

“So are you,” Castiel swallowed, and he felt the need to just say anything as opposed to being nervous and silent, but he felt embarrassed to have said something nonsensical.

“I’m sure Mr. Gatsby wouldn’t mind if you borrowed a book,” Crowley said, leaning forward with his lips hovering some inches away from Castiel’s.

“Oh?” Castiel stammered, a magnetic force making him lean in ever so slightly but he was too shy to make contact. If he lost himself in that voice for even another second…

Then, there was an abrupt knock on the door, “Cas? You in there?”

Castiel bolted upright, and Crowley stepped backwards as the other man made a nervous beeline for the door. He didn’t even cast a glance backwards, “I’m here!” He squeaked as soon as the door opened, with Dean there with two martini glasses in his hand. “Where have you been? I asked around and some people said they saw you coming here. One even swore that you were with Mr. Gatsby,” he scoffed in disbelief.

His throat felt dry, “Mr…?” Castiel turned around, but the room was empty. He blinked, and then looked back to Dean, taking a glass from him.

“Yeah, I told them that they’d had too much to drink.” Dean glanced around, “I see you clearly haven’t been having any fun,” he teased.

A faint blush spread on his cheeks but he quickly hid it by taking a sip of his drink, “Nowhere I would rather be.”

As Dean lead him back to the bustling ballroom, Castiel reflected that the sharp dressed devil he met might just be a good enough reason to let his friend drag him to another party.


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Prompt, Team Benny/Dean, Hunger Games AU

Date: 2013-09-21 12:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fannigram
It's corny, but: Benny as a tribute from an outer district (doesn't have to be 12, but can be) and Dean as one of the Careers whose dad died in the game, who volunteered for Sam the way Katniss did for Prim. They aren't pushed together by the Capital like Peeta and Katniss, though- they find each other and protect each other, and when they team up with Castiel (probably another Career) Cas finds a way to hint at them without the cameras seeing that they'd get more sponsors if they played it up.

Fill, (team Crowley/Sam), Hunger Games AU

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Prompt, Team Benny/Dean, Openly Straight AU

Date: 2013-09-21 01:21 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fannigram
AU based on the book Openly Straight, in which Dean is out (either as bisexual or gay) but his family is /way too accepting/ and feels the need to go to literally every event and organize some of their own and set him up on dates, and it's great, it really is, but he doesn't like being in the limelight, so when he goes to a new boarding school for all boys, he decides to pretend to be straight- not so much going back into the closet as refusing to admit there is one. The plan, of course, falls through when he falls hard for a football player named Benny. (Bonus: I can totally see Ash as his weird roommate with a police scanner, and Cas as the friend that stops by who is gay that Dean has to lie to about his own sexuality rather than just not say anything)

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Openly Straight AU

Date: 2013-10-04 07:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] destielixer
Okay I haven’t actually read the book but I really liked the prompt and I really needed to write something for it so here it is. I've posted it on other sites because it's too long here! I hope that you like it!


Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Harry Potter AU

Date: 2013-09-21 01:31 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fairielore
Just interested in some general interaction with the characters and the houses dynamics between them and possibly keeping the species layer there as well. Do all the humans stick together, regardless of house? Is Lucifer the Lord Voldemort equivalent and demons as purebloods? Are reapers the thestrals that only some people can see? Or maybe just some day to day interactions - classes, quidditch match, gala ball.

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Harry Potter AU

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Fill, (Team Crowley/Sam), Harry Potter AU

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AU based on Fahrenheit 451 where Bobby has a secret collection of books and Crowley manages a printing press, and they make a deal about Bobby's books: Crowley will print copies, as long as Bobby promises to help him leave the city, whether or not the man decides to gather up his books and come along for the ride.

Prompt, Team Benny/Dean, Sharp Objects AU

Date: 2013-09-21 02:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] viperfangs
Fresh from his brief stay at a psych hospital for excessive self harm, news reporter Dean Winchester is forced to go back to his hometown of Lawrence, Kansas to investigate the murder of two young girls. Years have passed since Dean left his hometown to live in Chicago. For all those years he's never spoken of or with his obsessive and easily angered father nor with his half-brother Adam who he hardly knows. With the memory of his real younger brother's premature death, Sam, heavy on his shoulders, he rushes to get this assignment done and back to Chicago.
He's fighting the urge to go back to his old ways. And it's hard to cut cold turkey.
But then an investigator with blue eyes comes down from out of town and just so happens to be working on the murder as well. It was only an interview before Dean fell for Mr. Benny Lafitte.
Self inflicted red scars spelling out Leave, flared on his hip.

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Sharp Objects AU

Date: 2013-09-30 06:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] destielixer
I haven't actually read the book before but I really wanted to write something for this. It's really short but I hope you like it! :)

Dean stared at the freshly carved letters on left arm, LOVE. It read in gory red bloody letters. He gripped the knife tight in his hand, his knuckles white, watching as the blood pooled and the letters became more prominent on his arm. His hand shook with the anger and suppressed rage inside him. He hadn’t thought that Benny Lafitte would have turned out to be the murderer. Benny the investigator from out of town. Benny with the blue eyes. Benny whom he loved.

He should have known from the start when he’d thought Benny was charming…he shouldn’t have been so stupid and thought that he could lead a normal life with Benny. Nothing normal ever happened to him. It was as if he was a magnet and all the pain in the world was attracted to him. In the short time that they were together, Benny had tried to keep him from cutting himself, from going back to his old ways. Yet when it came down to it…Dean still didn’t understand why he would do such a thing. Why care for someone when you were a murderer who killed two young girls? Why tell them not to mutilate themselves when you were just as bad?

He would never know.

Dean hissed as he drew the knife over the letters now so that the word LOVE was striked out. He watched as his blood dripped down his arm in rivulets, the mangled flesh staring back at him as though it blamed him for his own stupidity. His breath was ragged panting as he looked at the crimson droplets, falling from his arm like the beginnings of a shower.

The blood soaked into his bed sheets turning them a dark red. Dean curled up on his side, the knife slippery in his bloodied hand now. On his right arm where the old scars were Dean pressed the knife into his skin and carved the word HATE.

Benny had wound his way into his life completely and he hadn’t even noticed until it was too late, until he had fallen irrevocably in love with him. Now the pain was just too much to bear on his own. He should have known better than to trust anyone other than Sam…his beloved little brother. He missed Sam so much. If only he could hear his voice once more, hear his laughter.

And Dean smiled sadly, he had an idea. He knows how he will finally be happy.

“I’m coming home Sammy…” he whispers, “I’m coming home…”

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Sharp Objects AU

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Jo wants to be a knight and her brother Ash wants to be a sorcerer. So they switch places, and Jo's well on her way to knighthood when she comes across Dean Winchester, king of thieves.
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From: [personal profile] magnan
I hope you enjoy this! I'll definitely be re-reading this series within the next few days, thanks for the awesome prompt. I've got it on my brain now!

Prompt, Team MOTW1, Krissy/Claire, Abhorsen AU

Date: 2013-09-21 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] clotpolelis
Claire's father is missing, stolen by something from beyond the veil of Death, so she leaves her home to take on the mantle of the Abhorsen until she can return it to him. Can the mysterious Krissy help her find him?

Edited Date: 2013-09-21 03:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mooseleys
been forever since i've read these books or I might have tried writing this but i love them dearly so i couldn't resist making a graphic set, went ahead and cast Death as Kerrigor, because of reasons!
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adam's the wizard who caught a falling star, michael is the reluctant fire demon press-ganged into his service. also sometimes they make out because magic.

alternatively just go nuts with pairings i just want to see a howl's moving castle au.
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Michael's been waiting for what seems like forever, stuck in his hearth making wonderful and witty comments that no one is around to appreciate when the door swings open. Adam walks in with a wide, silly grin on his face and Michael feels his heart sink. That's the smile he wears when something good has happened. And good usually translates to a girl. He knows he has no right to be jealous, it's not like they were exclusive and he manifests into a human form in order to be able to talk better. He's just about to ask Adam who the lucky girl is when he gets a whiff of roses and sulfur and smiles. So, it's not a girl, he's just run into his brother.

Michael's only met Sam a couple of times, enough to know that he's a wizard like Adam, only he deals more with the heavier magic and is amazing at growing herbs (they move around a lot, this castle, and Adam often forgets to water the plants). He also has a fire demon named Lucifer, Michael's younger brother. It'd been weird at first, especially once he found out that they'd figured out a spell to give Lucifer a human form and that they were together. The last time the four saw each other, Sam had pressed the spell into Adam's hand and Lucifer had winked before the duo had sauntered off into the sunset.

"You've seen our respective brothers, I trust?" Michael asks and Adam turns around and flashes that beaming smile at him. Michael's a pretty powerful fire demon and even though he would much rather not be a power source for a human, the smile still makes him blush. Adam presses an enthusiastic kiss to Michael's lips before sauntering away to make a potion that the King's niece's dog or whoever needs for something, Michael isn't really paying attention.

"They were wonderful, really, and they introduced me to a man who makes enchanted sweets named Gabriel and Sam told me that he'd just gotten back from hunting with Dean and he gave me two extra vials of werewolf blood so hopefully we'll get to use that in the future don't want it to go bad now do we?" Adam's prattling on and Michael goes back to his flame form, content to listen to his wizard (and okay, so he's a little less reluctant now than he was initially) talk about their family. Adam sits down into the chair in front of the hearth with a kettle filled with water which Michael sets about heating up. He senses that there's a storm brewing outside the Kansas door and says, "Well, it's a good thing then that you got back when you did, otherwise you would have been drenched." Adam shoots a fond smile at him and says in a vaguely patronizing tone, "Some of us don't mind the rain, Michael."

Michael sniffs and turns his heat down so that it's barely hitting the kettle, "Mere humans might enjoy the rain, sure, but some of us superior beings detest such a thing." Adam chuckles, still fond, and puts another log onto Michael's hearth, "Come on now, Michael, don't be stubborn. I was only teasing." Sulkily, Michael heats up the kettle again and it whistles in a matter of minutes. Adam curls up in his chair with his tea in one hand and a book in the other. It's mostly silent except for the occasional back and forth over something Adam's reading about and has Michael ever heard of it. For Michael's part, he's content to watch the wizard relax and deliver some knowledge unto him. It's a quiet night in the castle and Michael thinks grudgingly that maybe Lucifer was onto something about humans not being such bad company after all.

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Checkers

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Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Stephanie Plum AU

Date: 2013-09-21 05:44 am (UTC)
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Jo is an out of work lingerie salesperson, hey it was a job okay?, with 30 dollars to her name, a box of wheat thins, and a hungry hamster. Desperate for a job she turns to the last people on earth she should, her family. Showing up at her uncle's bail bonds storefront was not ideal, uncle Bobby was a nice enough guy if not a little rough around the edges, but a job was a job. Teaming up with Mr Bad News himself Dean Winchester,and the battle worn street savvy Bela Talbot - Jo sets out to bring in the bad guy, get the girl, save the day, and maybe not get evicted from her apartment in the meantime.
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umm i don't really know if that counts. it's a link to a picture i just made of jo in lingerie. it is somewhat inspired by the prompt though
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PROMPT, Team Crowley/Sam, Inkheart AU

Date: 2013-09-21 09:46 am (UTC)
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Not following the events of Inkheart itself but within the universe, I'd like to see a fic where a few of the SPN characters are Silvertongues. Crowley or Lucifer would be perfect, perhaps reading some of the other characters out of a book? I don't really mind whether it's gen or with a pairing or two, but I do think the dynamics within the Inkheart world could be really interesting.
Lucifer fascinated by Gabriel and Sam after reading them out of a book, or Crowley reading Meg and Castiel out of a book and losing someone else in the process, or whatever.

Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Inkheart AU

Date: 2013-09-21 05:02 pm (UTC)
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Oh goooosh, Inkheart. I absolutely loved the series. ;-; So thank you, thank you for giving some free-reign on this and prompting it.
I haven't gotten to write in a while, so I hope this is okay. It's probably not what you were expecting though. ;A; but regardless, I hope you enjoy!
Also, cross-posted here, in case people prefer AO3~

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Sometimes, when Lucifer closes his eyes, he can hear ringing laughter in his ears. The sound is always soft, melodious, and sweet – an innocent sound, the laugh of a child. Then the guilt would come, washing down on him like a wave, relentless and furious. He would imagine bright blue eyes, widening in surprise and maybe a touch of fear and he would remember the hand that reached out for him, the one that he tried to catch in his own grasp before it disappeared into the pages of the book.

His eyes would open then, the nightmare chased away, and he’d hear singing instead, and the scent of something undeniably sweet would fill the air.

It was almost a routine – everyday, he would wake from the same nightmare (memory, a voice would whisper in his mind), he would dress himself, and he would make his way down the winding stairs to the kitchen, where a short man with words painted over his skin would be making pancakes.

“His wings,” the words would read, “were ripped from his back, the pride of his being torn from his soul…”

The man’s name was Gabriel. He was short, lively, and sarcastic to a fault, but he was good, and somewhat respectful of the blond he lived with. It was almost painful, how different he was to the boy he had taken the place of. There were black-inked words tattooed into his skin, winding from his hands, around his scarred back (“there were wings there, once,” his mind would whisper to him, softly, yet with a cutting cruelty he would never let go of) and even a smidge on his face. His hair had specks of black in them, marring the brown that was slicked back and set in place. Gabriel liked to complain. He was loud, and he was hyperactive. He didn’t belong to the human world.

Gabriel was stuck out of place, with no way to go home. He never asked Lucifer, after that first time, if he could send him home with his magic tongue. The brunet never seemed to forget how he felt, finding himself in the strange sitting room filled with books, so many old books that were lovingly repaired, or the fire that seemed to chill him instead of warming him. He didn’t seem to forget the twin mugs, filled with steaming hot chocolate or how shell-shocked Lucifer had been the night they met, or how it was the only time he had ever seen the blond with tears in his eyes, speechless, and undeniably scared.

Lucifer never spoke a word of that night, the night when Lucifer read Gabriel out from the pages of a book, the night where Lucifer’s little brother, his only family, was torn away from him. They let the hurt linger beside them, following them like a cloud. They never said a word about what they both had lost.

Since then, they had adopted a conventional relationship. Lucifer would eat breakfast with Gabriel, and then he’d slink down into his office, lovingly fixing books like his little brother had always wanted to do. Gabriel would wash whatever dishes they used. He would go out, exploring the world in a large, think hoody and avoid the crowds stuffed with people he would never understand. The two would meet up again for lunch every now and then before returning to their separate ways until supper. Then Lucifer would cook, something salted and not sweet, and they would chat a little. Lucifer would show Gabriel the books he fixed that day. Gabriel would talk about the strange things he saw, and he would compare them to the mountains of his home, to the kingdom filled with light and tranquility. They would go to bed, in opposite parts of the quiet house, and the ritual would be repeated.

They never talked about the blue-eyed boy with dark hair whose picture hung on the wall, on a table, and on top of the fireplace. They never talked about the family left behind in the black ink of a book, of a shining kingdom filled with laughter or the winged knights who protected the skies.

And sometimes, Lucifer would read. He would read aloud the book from which Gabriel came from. His mouth would produce sounds, words that meant nothing to him but meant the world to Gabriel. The brunette would listen with rapt attention, for Lucifer’s voice held magic in it, and his tongue made beautiful sounds that he could never imagine. Gabriel would close his eyes, and he would see the sun shining on a kingdom of gold, with towers rising in the sky and his brother-in-arms at his side.

Lucifer would read flowers out of the books. He would read weapons, armour, and maybe a piece of jewelry or two, but a person never came. From the hundreds of times he read the book, Gabriel would never return to the pages of his home, and a blue-eyed boy never came out.
A year passed like this, and then another. Three years turned to five, and the monotone routine slowly started to change.

At first, it was small things. Gabriel would cook something other than pancakes, or Lucifer would spend less time in his office. They would wander outside together, a comfortable silence lingering beside them. The taller of the two started to notice just how out of place Gabriel seemed to be – how his eyes shined as he watched children play, how they darkened in anger when a bully came, and how quick he was to play a prank on said bully, his childish nature mixing with protectiveness over the innocent. For the first time, in so long, Lucifer began to feel something more than guilt and sadness. He was intrigued, curious, and he watched as his companion would saunter back with a smirk of satisfaction on his face.

“Are you always so quick to help others?” Lucifer would ask each time the shorter of the two delivered the “just desserts” that the bullies so much deserved.

“Nope!” the brunet would give a toothy grin, eyes shining as he thought of a new plan. His pranks were usually quite deadly, and harmful, but Lucifer could never bring himself to care. Sometimes, he thought he stopped caring after his little brother had been torn away from him. Sometimes, he would wonder how his world went from everything to nothing but the brunette who was always beside him.

And somewhere along the way, he started to think of Gabriel as his own little brother. He stopped reading to the brunette, maybe out of boredom after having read the words so many times or maybe out of fear of losing him. He would wander out of his office more, the old books collecting dust and left forgotten once more.

The nightmares stopped, the blue-eyed boy (Castiel, his memory supplied softly, though the name no longer brought him pain) smiling now rather than holding a fearful expression. Lucifer would pass the syrup to his surrogate brother, who would then slather his pancakes full with them, causing both fascination and disgust in the blond. Lucifer slowly learned to smile again, laughing at the cryptic quips Gabriel would make and eventually joining him in his deadly pranks to deliver justice against those who wronged others.

And maybe, pressed between the words of a book filled with winged knights, a picture of blue-eyed boy smiling happy in the arms of a freckled face, long-haired boy was enough to let Lucifer know that his little brother was okay, and that he was living his happily ever after in the black ink of a book.

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I'd like to see Michael as Dorian Gray and his downward spiral into madness (or sin, whatever you wanna call it) but later on in his life he meets Adam and tries to better himself. The ending is up to whoever may or may not fill this as to weather Michael is able to redeem himself through the power of love or if he perishes in the same fashion as the book.

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Dorian Grey AU

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From the monster's POV when he stumbles upon Dean, Castiel, and Samandriel (Alfie) living in a simple cottage in the woods. Basically the monster learns from watching the trio and clearly he can see all of their interactions, but he never picks up on the fact that they are romantically involved with each other.

I hope that made sense...

FILL: Frankenstein (Team Castiel/Balthazar)

Date: 2013-09-23 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] darcymarkanday
It was the smell of food that drew me to the humble abode. I was hesitant after the treatment I had suffered from the night before from the barbarous villagers, but survival instinct over ruled. I stared into the open window, waiting for a chance to creep up to the sill to salvage the food cooling down, but the scene inside distracted me. It took me a while to understand what about the movements of the three dwellers fascinated me, until I was close enough to see their facial expressions.

When one ran their hand through the hair of another, their face was not filled with contempt like my creators when he touched me, but an emotion I had never seen before. The lips gently tugged back and the eyes creased, almost sparkled? Impossible, eyes do not sparkle.

Once I had sated my hunger, I found myself unable to leave, as curiosity kept my feet rooted to the ground. I had to learn the motivation behind these strangers’ actions.

There were three, all men like my creator, no companions, but they all seemed content nonetheless. I watched them for days and no one came, and no one left. There was no screaming like I had endured, except for at night, but in the morning they resumed their routine, unaffected it seemed. When one would touch another, it had the same tenderness my creator had shown me at my birth, but there was no disgust, only amazement, even though they repeated their actions so often, and surely they could not have changed so much in so little time?

And their lips touched. So often; brief encounters and long sessions of stealing breath. I touched my own lips with my clumsy hands, and felt a hollowness near my chest which I had not felt before.

They had a routine which was not quite obvious to me, but they all worked around each other in such a succinct manner that they were able to predict the others’ move, that it must be choreographed when my attention was elsewhere. One part of this dance was one of the gentlemen, with the deepest voice, enjoyed reading aloud to the others, a past time I partook in secretly; I found myself drinking in his words as much as his companions, constantly learning.

Perpetual time and attention was still not enough to understand some of their habits. For instance, they chose to be as naked as I, and used each other for body heat, which I could not comprehend because I knew they possessed clothes which would have been much more effective?

I found the pain in my chest growing, aching, never ceasing. The more I looked the worse my condition. Although I felt I still had much to learn about my unknowing companions, I left begrudgingly in hope I could by reunited with my father; I had a request he would be a fool to refuse me.

(I wrote this at 3 in the morning so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense/has mistakes/is too short/isn't what you were after, I hope you still liked it)

Re: FILL: Frankenstein (Team Castiel/Balthazar)

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PROMPT, Team Dean/Michael, Vampire Chronicles

Date: 2013-09-21 01:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mistress_snakey
It doesn't have to be exactly the same. Something based on Interview with the Vampire, with Michael as Louis and Lucifer as Lestat. Michael is suicidal after the loss of a love one and Lucifer is a vampire who ends up being fascinated by him and gives him the option to die or join him as a vampire.

It can be modern setting.

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Vampire Chronicles

Date: 2013-10-04 03:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] destielixer
I decided to do a modern version of the story. It's been a long time since I read the book though. I do hope that you like this! :)


PROMPT, Team Anna/Ruby, The Hunger Games

Date: 2013-09-21 02:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] annasruby
Anna Milton volunteers as a Tribute after her little brother, Castiel, is chosen. All hell breaks loose and our young redhead has to make some tough decisions in order to survive. In the area she meets Ruby, a badass Tribute who wants them to work together. Everything seems great until Anna realizes the brunette is more than an ally to her and one of them is gonna have to kill the other in the end.
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From: [personal profile] mistress_snakey

I wanted to write something, but it wasn't coming out like I wanted. I hope you don't mind this instead.

FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Hunger Games AU (NSFW)

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PROMPT, Team Anna/Ruby, Good Omens

Date: 2013-09-21 02:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] annasruby
Anna taking Aziraphale's place, Ruby Crowley's. Can be an AU. Anna and Ruby working together to stop the Apocalypse, their meetings through the years, future!fic, whatever floats your boat.

FILL, Team Sam/Crowley, Comfortable Domesticity

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PROMPT, Team Crowley/Sam, Dexter AU

Date: 2013-09-21 02:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] assdictionary
I'd love a Dexter AU with the Sam/Gabriel/Lucifer ship. I'm thinking Lucifer in the place of the man with the Dark Passenger, and with Michael as his nosy brother who works alongside him at the police department. I want Lucifer to go after Gabriel and then realize that Gabriel isn't doing nasty shit for no reason - he, much like Lucifer himself, is punishing ill deeds.
Cue Lucifer ending up in bed with Gabriel and Sam, or ending up in a more gen relationship if you'd rather.
I think Lucifer&Crowley could work really well in the context, too, with them working alongside each other.

PROMPT, Team Crowley/Sam, His Dark Materials AU

Date: 2013-09-21 03:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] assdictionary
How about some Philip Pullman?
I'd like to see a gen AU with some of the daemons being demons to our humans and angels. Say, Crowley being Sam's daemon, Meg being Castiel's, Ruby's being Anna's, and so forth. I don't mind if they're on an adventure or if it's just snark and sass whilst around each other, the daemons playing together or what have you.

PROMPT, Team Anna/Ruby, Harry Potter

Date: 2013-09-21 03:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] annasruby
Anna is a badass Auror who's life goal is to find and kill Ruby, a Death Eater who killed her brother years ago. Bonus points if Anna finds out Ruby's a double agent, although it's not necessary.

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Annaby/Harry Potter oneshot

Date: 2013-09-23 04:53 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] marvelouscity
I wrote a oneshot with the potential to be continued if I decide later on that I want to go back to it. I hope this is something like what you were hoping for!

FILL, Team Anna/Jo Annaby Harry Potter AU

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FILL, Team Benny/Dean, Harry Potter

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Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi , CARRIE AU

Date: 2013-09-21 03:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] foreordain
I would love to see an AU in which Naomi had been raised by a very strict, zealously religious mother who had alienated her from the world. In high school, she is avoided by a majority of the students, who perhaps find her too proper and stuck up. It’s only then that Naomi meets the infamous Abaddon, with her bright lipstick and carefully made hair. It is soon after Naomi discovers her telekinetic powers that Abby shows her the best ways to ditch school, and the next few weeks are spent with the girls exploring new ways to rebel—Naomi against her mother, Abaddon against the world.

It ends with the prom. This idea can be explored from many angles, but I’m particularly fond of Abaddon holding Naomi’s hand as Naomi destroys the school and everyone in it.
Edited Date: 2013-09-21 03:42 pm (UTC)

Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, CARRIE AU

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From: [personal profile] fairielore
God is dead and there are numerous king and queens who want a hold on a throne which they believe is divinely their, like Michael, Raphael, Eve, Dick Roman, and Lucifer. The humans among the land just want peace and not to see the land ravaged in war. Some of the members from the other houses begin to see what a mistake all this fighting is (Gabriel, Castiel) and wish to help the humans eliminate the monarchical system altogether. Just for what you think any character might be doing in their equivalent Westeros position. Is Crowley the Master of Whisperers who sells secrets? Are Dean and Sam the former king's bastards, living as peasants?

FILL: AU Gifset [Team Balthazar/Castiel]

Date: 2013-09-22 01:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sellertape
and strayed a little from what you said, but I hope you like ^^;

Re: FILL: AU Gifset [Team Balthazar/Castiel]

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From: [personal profile] assdictionary
I don't know how many people will know of the series, but The Diamond Brothers is this hilarious series by Anthony Horowitz.
I want Gabriel to be the world's WORST, easily distracted, private detective, and for Anna to be his younger sister who is considerably better at the job than Gabriel.
It could be gen with them just getting into amusing shenanigans, or it could end with Anna going on a date with this really cute girl called Ruby and Gabriel trying to spy, or any number of things. Cue puns and hilarity!

PROMPT, Team Crowley/Sam, Dr Dolittle AU

Date: 2013-09-21 03:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] assdictionary
Okay, so, for the sake of having a flustered Castiel paired with an indulgent Meg - how about a Dr Dolittle AU?
We have Castiel, our regular worker, comfortable in his job even if his boss, Lucifer, is kind of a dick. He loves the guys he works with, and he's happy with his life, all in all.
Until one day, he starts hearing the animals talk. He tries to get away from it, but ends up assisting in the animals' plights all the same, and in this way he meets Meg, who works at an animal shelter.
She thinks Castiel is a little odd, but egh, what the Hell? He's pretty, after all.
I think Meg and Cas' dynamic could be really great.
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From: [personal profile] sassynaomi
hope you like it!
Edited Date: 2013-09-23 01:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sellertape
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest beings the Lord ever made. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire species cast from the sky, forced to kill our family; slaves with wings. God has us chasing forgiveness and revelation, protecting humans we hate so we can please a Father who doesn't care. We're the firstborns of history, man. All purpose and place. We have no Free Will. No Hope of Peace. Our Will is His Will... our Hope of Peace is Death. We've all been raised on prayer and song to believe that one day we’d be allowed to live ourselves. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
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From: [personal profile] destielixer
AU. Based on the book The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. Dean takes on the role of Achilles, the callous and arrogant prince who is tender to none other than his closest friend Patroclus (Castiel). So despite their differences in personality, they grow closer together as young men and they form a very intimate bond. It would be nice to write about how they met, one of the many sparring practices that they've been in together that results in one of them finding out that the other is in love with him. When word comes that Helen of Sparta (Sam i guess unless you can fit any other character into this role) has been kidnapped and the men of Greece are called upon to lay siege to Troy in his/her name. Seduced by the promise of a glorious destiny, Dean joins their cause. And torn between love and fear for Dean, Castiel follows him into war. Preferably no character deaths. Severe injury is fine as long as the character recovers!
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