Bonus Round 1
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srs2013Bonus 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.
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.
Prompt, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Article 5 AU
Date: 2013-09-22 01:45 am (UTC)That's a lie of course. Castiel wants to help Samandriel, make it up to him for leaving him alone or something like that. Samandriel can't understand why Castiel would help him and why he's still so cold after what they'd shared together three years ago before the war. On their journey to save Balthazar, Cas explains why (also up to the writer to come up with some problem) and slowly but surely, the two come together again (yes they may have sex, if the writer pleases).
PROMPT, Team Anna/Jo, Persuasion AU
Date: 2013-09-22 01:52 am (UTC)Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, Dark Hunter AU
Date: 2013-09-22 01:56 am (UTC)The goddess Artemis stilled in her garden and listened to the cries, absorbed them, and descended from Olympus in a bright flash of light. A wave of her hand and the hounds crumbled to dust. Pressing her hand gently to the side of Bela's neck she waited for for those glassy eyes to turn towards her. "I will give you vengeance"
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Bela is the newest Dark Hunter and still very wet behind the ears. Assigned to Northern California Bela has to learn to get along with her fellow local hunters - the mother daughter duo Ellen and Jo Harvelle, and the snarky previous newbie Meg - and get a firm grasp on her new power.
When a mysterious Tigarian Katagaria Castiel shows up in town, trouble only seems to follow.
(( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Were-Hunters ))
((The prompt doesn't have to be followed to the letter if you have an equally awesome idea placed in the Dark Hunter Universe. The short and dirty of the prompt is: Bela as a Dark Hunter. The rest you can fill in as you like))
PROMPT, Team Castiel/Crowley, Under the Poppy AU
Date: 2013-09-22 01:57 am (UTC)FILL: AU Gifset [Team Balthazar/Castiel]
Date: 2013-09-22 01:58 am (UTC)and strayed a little from what you said, but I hope you like ^^;
http://sellertape.tumblr.com/post/61908433030/
Re: FILL: AU Gifset [Team Balthazar/Castiel]
Date: 2013-09-22 02:07 am (UTC)Prompt, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Perfume AU
Date: 2013-09-22 02:14 am (UTC)Angst fest after that please.Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Frankenstein AU
Date: 2013-09-22 02:36 am (UTC)FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes
Date: 2013-09-22 02:52 am (UTC)This is less plotty and more focused on one area. NSFW material with Cas and Crowley in the places of Podrick and (not-a-eunech) Varys respectively, with Gabriel in place of Tyrion Lannister.
"Cas, I need you to deliver this message." Gabriel was settled in the chair behind his desk when Castiel entered the room, and Castiel gave a short, obedient nod. He was lucky to be in this position, he knew, and he hoped to impress as best he could and attain a higher position within King's Landing. Gabriel was a man of much oddity, and despite his position as a Lannister he seemed to be in a position of ill-repute.
All the same, Castiel was loyal - Tyrion seemed to be a good man, and he certainly treated Castiel himself very well. "To whom, ser?" Gabriel snorted.
"Whom." He repeated, amused. "To Crowley." Castiel swallowed.
"Crowley?" Castiel parroted back the word without thinking. Crowley. The Spider. He was an odd man, with numerous eccentricities and a sharp tongue, but Castiel was a little intimidated by him. He knew things, after all, and Gabriel had taught Castiel all too well that knowledge was most certainly power.
"Yes, Crowley. Not a problem, is it?"
"No, ser." Castiel said softly. Gabriel handed over a scroll of rolled parchment, kept in place with a blue ribbon.
"Mind his hands."
"Ser?"
"Crowley's hands." Gabriel grinned at him. "They tend to wander."
"O-Oh." Castiel said, succinctly. Gabriel just chuckled.
"Don't worry so, boy, you'll be fine. He won't put his hands on you unless you tell him "yes" first. Now, off you pop. Deliver the message, go have a drink, and come back."
Castiel didn't want to risk further teasing from the man if he stuck around, and turned on his heel to go. King's Landing was busy but Castiel was light and quick on his feet, and he moved swiftly.
He was lucky for his position here, that he knew, and he hoped to work his way up to a knight's position, despite his current master's ill repute. Castiel just wanted a chance in this bustling world of princes and rich men - and why not? This was Westeros, a land of many tales. Anything was possible.
He knocked on the door to Crowley's quarters, feeling aprehension. He did not think he was wrong in feeling nervous around the man - referred to as The Spider or in more common circles, a Demon - given his tendencies. If Gabriel was a man of eccentricity, Crowley was of pure oddity, and Castiel did not trust the man so far as he could throw him.
"Come in." Crowley's answer was swift, and Castiel pushed open the door to move inside. "Ah, so Gabriel has sent me his manlover serving boy, eh?" Castiel's eyes went wide, and for a few moments he remained in the middle of the floor, stunned into silence.
"I brought you a message."
"Oh, have you now? Give it here then." Castiel held out the parchment, pointedly ignoring the slight shake to his own hand as Crowley plucked the neat little scroll from his hand. He read it, and then huffed to himself, shaking his head before setting the inked paper aside. "I'm not a manlover." Castiel said, and Crowley had the cheek to snort.
"You know, lad, just because you fuck women too doesn't mean you don't take men." Castiel's cheek's flushed crimson. He wanted to demand how Crowley knew, but Castiel had fucked men in King's Landing, and The Spider had threads on every wall and ceiling, so it was said.
Crowley wasn't unattractive. Castiel had never had a close look at the man before this, and now he took in the sight quite closely. Crowley's stubble was thick and dark, his lips red, and he wore robes of a dark purple. Cas wondered why he wore roves.
"Still not a manlover." Even as Castiel said it his eyes dropped down, glancing at Crowley's fabric obscured crotch.
"Of course you aren't." Crowley purred. "Come to bed with me anyway."
"What's in it for me if I do?" The words exited his mouth with effort, unpractised and foreign on his tongue, but Crowley guffawed in response.
"It's good to see you're getting the hang of this place, Cas." Crowley complimented, obviously pleased.
"Thanks." He returned, hiding the quirk of his lips with some effort. "Now, what's in it for me?"
"Information. I'll help you get in on a more knightly level." Castiel nodded slowly, and when Crowley stepped backwards towards the bedroom, he followed after the older man on quick feet.
This is the first part and I'll write and post the second part tomorrow. I had to rewrite this whole fic after my puppy closed the window I was drafting in, and now it's nearly 4AM so you've only got half of it for now. Sorry! I'll put up the second part as soon as I get up and write it tomorrow morning.
Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes
Date: 2013-09-22 02:58 am (UTC)FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 03:18 am (UTC)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.
Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Wolf Hall AU
Date: 2013-09-22 03:29 am (UTC)(This is one of my favourite book/series ever although I don't how many people have read it. You can switch around the characters for whomever you wish, I just want wonderful political scheming and orchestrations.)
Re: FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 03:39 am (UTC)Darn, I feel cheated out of a kiss! And that image of Crowley in a red suit with blue tie? *melts into a puddle on the floor* I personally think he's the sexiest character on the show, so yeah. And people think Crowley's Gatsby, that's actually perfect. In fact, the way you leave it, he could be Gatsby in this verse. It's just ambiguously done to the point of me sitting there going "perhaps..."
I was actually patiently waiting for someone else to fill this prompt (they asked me if they could use the idea that I personally wanted to write, where Crowley is Gatsby and Cas is Daisy and so on, and I gave them my blessing) when I saw you filled this. So weee, I'm getting multiple fills!
Prompt, Team Anna/Jo, The Queen’s Thief AU
Date: 2013-09-22 03:42 am (UTC)MEGSTIEL: In which Cas is Gen and Meg is Attolia Irene. Preferably set during The King of Attolia, though the book before works as well. I’d like to see the relationship between two powerful, in love people from the viewpoint of an outside observer – analogous to Costis in the series, but set as one of the characters from SPN. Meg wants Cas to take more control of the country, Cas doesn’t want to because he loves her. Can be written with or without Cas missing a hand. (Also, remember how Attolia Irene took back her country with a little deception and a little poison? That's Meg all over.)
Re: FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 03:46 am (UTC)Yeah, oops, I'm a tease. (Okay, maybe I am more like Crowley than I deny myself to be.) I left it open ended although I have my own personal idea of whether he is or isn't, but I figure half the fun is deciding for yourself. And of course, I'm pumped to see other people's interpretations of it, especially more closely following the story.
Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi, Coraline AU for Dean/Abaddon
Date: 2013-09-22 04:07 am (UTC)PROMPT, Team Anna/Jo, Brokeback Mountain AU
Date: 2013-09-22 04:07 am (UTC)It's 1963, and through coincidence Dean Winchester and Benny Lafitte end up taking a job together to herd sheep through Wyoming for the summer. The two end up falling into a relationship, though they both assure each other that it's a "one time deal" and Dean insists that he "ain't no queer," and the two part ways once the job is done with. Both get married and live normal lives, though eventually they meet up again and find that all of the feelings are still there. They then continue meeting up for several years, though each time Dean refuses to stay with Benny, and the two always part ways at the end of their trips. After a fight, Dean doesn't hear from Benny for a while, until he receives a postcard marked "deceased."
this would probably also work with other ships, like Anna/Ruby, or Anna/Jo, or like Michael/Lucifer... Or pretty much anyone really
Prompt, Team Abaddon/Naomi , Water for Elephants AU
Date: 2013-09-22 05:00 am (UTC)FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 09:10 am (UTC)As he continued to look, his eyes met Crowley’s and the other smirked and nodded to him in recognition. Castiel blushed, his stomach doing a little flip when Crowley had noticed him before he averted his eyes, moving through the crowds and getting lost in them. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t even be here. In a month’s time he would be getting married to his fiancée Meg. This wasn’t any time to be meeting the ghost of his past and rekindling any part of whatever they had had before.
“Dean I really think it was a bad idea to come to the party,” he said when he found Dean getting drinks by the table set up at the poolside.
“Oh come on Cas, you’ve got to enjoy at least some of this right? I mean the women,” Dean said indicating the scantily clad girls who were dressed in shimmery little pieces of cloth and dancing along the edge of the pool, “the booze, the food. This could very well be your last party to fool around at and it’s better than you staying home with your head buried in books all day. You need to get out more,” Dean said clapping him on the shoulder now, “And I wouldn’t let you miss Gatsby’s party for the world, what kind of friend would I be if I did?”
Castiel fell silent; he would do anything to not meet Crowley. Anything at all. “Maybe we should leave early then? Where’s Sam?” He hadn’t expected him to be here in the first place. He hadn’t thought Crowley to be the kind to like these sorts of huge glamorous parties; maybe Crowley had gotten a personal invitation from Gatsby just like he had.
“Are you kidding? The party hasn’t even started! Sam’s probably off with Amelia in some quiet spot, either that or still on the dance floor. Don’t worry Cas, we aren’t going to stay the night here, we’ll go home soon enough and you can go back to your books. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need the washroom.”
Before Castiel could protest Dean was headed back into the huge house and he was left alone nursing his wine as he took in the glittery glamour before him. The words ‘sensory overload’ came to mind as he took in the party and the loud music. He told himself it would be just awhile more. There were so many people at the party. The chances of Crowley finding him in this crowd would be lessened, or so he hoped.
“Can I get you something else to drink?” came the familiar voice and he turned to see the devil himself, Crowley in all his glory standing there and still looking as handsome as ever. He was decked out in a smart black suit and a blood red tie. His two favorite colours as Castiel had learnt.
Castiel shook his head, “No thanks. I’m fine,” he answered.
“Not a fan of large parties are we?” Crowley asked.
“There isn’t any privacy,” Castiel muttered as he finished up his drink and placed it on the tray of a passing waiter.
Crowley nodded, “Indeed.”
“I don’t see why Gatsby throws large parties.”
“Why else but to impress?” Crowley supplied, downing his glass of martini.
“He’s wasting his money.”
“For a good cause,” Crowley replied, “come, walk with me,” he said and propelled Castiel away from the poolside and towards the gardens now, leaving no time for him to say otherwise.
Castiel began to worry about being left alone with Crowley. He didn’t trust himself to be alone with the man and given their explosive argument before Crowley had left…he didn’t think that Crowley would want to see him again either which was why he was surprised by what he said next.
“I’m glad you came to the party I was beginning to think that you were angry with me.”
“There was no reason to be angry with you,” Castiel answered him, walking beside him now as they fell into step. Each time the words to break the news about his fiancée to Crowley came up, Castiel pushed them down, putting the information right in the back of his mind. Crowley didn’t need to know. One month was still a long time away.
“I seem to recall you saying otherwise,” Crowley reminded him.
Castiel knew that it wasn’t Crowley’s fault that he had left him and gone off to create a name for himself. He didn’t want to be nobody in the society of the rich and glamorous and Castiel could understand that. But the least Crowley could do was to have taken him together with him. “That was a long time ago,” he answered. ‘And so many things have changed since then.’
“So you’re alright with it now?”
Castiel gave a small nod, “You made a name for yourself. I’m happy for you,” he didn’t want to say more than that.
Crowley chuckled, “That’s it?” he asked, stopping in his tracks now, “You’re not going to say you’re impressed by it all? Because I was expecting more than just that,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Castiel said turning to look at Crowley. The pale light of the moon washed down upon the man as he stood there hands in his pockets looking expectantly to him as though he expected him to have the answer already. Whatever Crowley was trying to get at, Castiel couldn’t guess.
“For someone who reads a lot you can’t put two and two together,” Crowley said walking up to Castiel so that they stood close to each other. “I’m Gatsby,” he murmured.
Castiel blinked, “You’re…Gatsby?” he whispered his brain trying to make some sort of connection and failing. “How?”
Crowley took his hands out from his pockets and reached to take both of Castiel’s hands in his, “I told you I would make a name for myself, aren’t you proud of me?”
Castiel nodded. Crowley was always different towards him; more caring, gentler and Castiel liked this side of him better. He squeezed Crowley’s hands as his cheeks coloured at their close proximity, “Why didn’t you come and look for me?”
“You aren’t that easy to track you know. It took me awhile to find your address. That’s why I always held those parties hoping that one day you might hear about it and come waltzing through those doors but you never came,” Crowley said, his disappointment evident in his voice.
He indicated that they should walk, still holding Castiel’s hand as they walked together in the garden, beneath the moonlight, “Then I heard from the people that there was a man who lived right across the bay from here and that he rarely attended parties because he was cooped up reading.”
“And you sent the invitation,” Castiel finished, seeing Crowley nod in confirmation.
“Then I played the waiting game, watching as the guests filled up the place as usual every night. I was beginning to think the rumors were wrong, stupid people and their gossip,” Crowley commented as he led Castiel up the steps of the gazebo, “Then I saw you, standing at the head of the stairs, blue eyes scanning the pool area and you looked at me and I swear,” Crowley whispered, drawing Castiel to him, a hand on the small of his back, “I wanted to rush to your side and hold you in my arms but you fled.”
Castiel cautiously leant into Crowley, “I…was afraid. I didn’t know how to face you. I hadn’t seen you in so long and then suddenly I do and…I missed you. You should have brought me with you.” ‘So that I wouldn’t have to be engaged…’
Crowley made a noise of satisfaction as he embraced Castiel, pressing the other’s body to his, “I’ve missed you too, bookworm,” he murmured, closing his eyes his nose buried in Castiel’s hair, breathing in his familiar scent. It was worth it. The odd jobs that he did to get the money to get him to where he was now, it was all worth it if it meant that he could have Castiel with him like this. They were both born different, Castiel was born into richness, it was in his blood. He on the other hand had been born into poverty and he’d always dreamed big and here he was one of the richest men alive, well his alias Mr. Gatsby was anyway.
Crowley tucked his finger under Castiel’s chin, raising the man’s blue eyes to his, “Now I can say that I’m on par with you,” he whispered, his voice raspy. It drew Castiel in and he let himself go as he leant in to Crowley’s hold feeling their lips brush and the familiar rush of a current of electricity as it coursed through him at their touch. Crowley deepened the kiss, his hands moving into Castiel’s hair, gently angling his head now as they kissed.
Castiel whimpered into the kiss, the way Crowley’s tongue gently gave a searching sweep through his mouth started a feeling of growing pain in his chest as his throat tightened. If only Crowley knew that they couldn’t be together…Castiel pulled away from the kiss then, clinging to Crowley as a sob escaped his lips and the tears began to fall. To think that he would never feel this strong an emotion of love for someone else again, it saddened him.
‘It’s too late,’ Castiel thought as he felt the tears trailing down his cheeks.
Crowley let his hand stroke up and down Castiel’s back comforting him as the man clung to him and cried. He didn’t understand why Castiel was so overwhelmed with sadness. Yes they hadn’t seen each other in a long time but they were here now and they had the long future laid out right before them.
“Hey Cas,” he whispered resting his chin on Castiel’s head, “It’s going to be all right. We’ll get through this together,” he assured him. That seemed to trigger more tears and it made Crowley just a little worried now.
Was there something that Castiel wasn’t telling him? Crowley didn’t want to ask so he stood there holding Castiel to him as the man sobbed and he comforted him. Both still holding on to their own secrets as they stood there in each other’s embrace.
Prompt, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Thirteen Chances AU
Date: 2013-09-22 09:51 am (UTC)Prompt, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Angel Sanctuary AU
Date: 2013-09-22 10:17 am (UTC)FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, GREAT GATSBY AU
Date: 2013-09-22 12:14 pm (UTC)“The call him the King.” Dean told Castiel as the cab chugged down the road, following the endless string of cars filled with extraordinary people.
“The King?” Castiel repeated with wonder.
“Yeah.” The black car rolled through the looming gates of the illustrious mansion and Cas’ jaw dropped. “And welcome to Hell,” Dean had to shout above the noise.
Lights and glitter. That was all Cas saw. The richest, craziest people of New York all huddled under one roof. It took his breath away.
“Come on!” Dean called, when Cas didn’t follow, too stunned and, he had to admit, a little terrified. It was all so…wild.
“Gosh…” he whispered under his breath, taking it all in. Dean grabbed Cas by the hand and dragged him along, laughing. Soon they blended with the crowd, becoming one of the many, two insignificant individuals in the masses of paradise. Or so Castiel thought.
Drink after drink found its way into Cas’ hand. He lost track how much or even what he had drunk after the first one. It just seemed so natural to loose oneself in a place like this. Dean had told him they lovingly refer to these parties as “Hell”. But Cas couldn’t see why. Dean told him he’d figure it out in the morning. Chuckling he handed Cas another drink. Cas downed it without a thought.
The noise, the people, it didn’t stop. There was no escape, no quiet secluded corner to elope to. Everything was out there and exposed. And no one cared. Everyone was far too drunk to care. Cas’ senses were constantly bombarded with overstimulation. Sights sounds tastes and smells. It was incredible. A whirlwind of spinning lights and dancing people and endless, endless rivers of liquor. It was all hot and fast and intense. Until the moment where it all slowed down.
“Oh I know I’m drunk now I’m seein’ things…” Cas mumbled as he looked across the crowd. Dean had wandered off, leaving him alone a long while ago. And he knew he must’ve been fucked out of his mind because he was currently holding the gaze of him. Crowley.
And Crowley closed the space between them in a second. “You’re not seeing things, love. It’s me. I’m here.” The man took Cas’ hand and held it like a child who’s been lost.
Cas looked into his long lost lover’s eyes and saw tears. Real, his heart told him.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Crowley said, his voice wavering on the edge of tears.
“C-Crowley?” Cas felt the room spinning and he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol now. “That’s impossible,” he whimpered, loosing feeling in his knees.
“It’s not…come on. Come with me,” And Crowley slipped a shaking hand around Cas’ waist. Crowley led Cas to the forbidden parts of the house, pulling out keys, unlocking doors. Cas’ mind was so far gone and overwhelmed by the miraculous reunion that it took him three passageways and five flights of stairs to figure it out.
“Oh my god…You’re him. You’re the King,” he said in wonderment.
Crowley looked Cas dead in the eye and Cas could taste all their long gone memories, stronger than the alcohol now. “Yes.”
He led Cas through one final door, Some kind of sitting room with leather couches and chairs and a desk, exquisite paintings and lavish book cases lining the walls. He would’ve been impressed by the grandeur of the room but he couldn’t really focus on anything other than Crowley. The man. My love, he thought.
“I c-can’t believe this. It’s you. How…” Castiel collapsed onto one of the chairs, guided gently by Crowley the whole way. His head was spinning, he could hardly breath, and thinking was out of the question. Tears burned in his eyes.
“I’ve done all this for you, Cas.” Crowley whispered, kneeling before his long lost love, taking his hand and lifting it to his lips. “I knew one day fate would bring you back to me…I feel like I’ve waited for you my whole life.”
“Well you don’t have to wait any more.” Cas was nothing left but instinct. He surged forward and crushed their lips together in a clash of memories, new and old tastes, liquor and love. It was sloppy and desperate and passion was all there was in that room that night.
Dean didn’t wait for Cas when he left the party. He’d been sent to bring the King and Castiel together, and he left with a smile, knowing that he had succeeded.
FILL, Team Anna/Ruby, Hunger Games AU
Date: 2013-09-22 12:41 pm (UTC)http://gracelessanna.tumblr.com/post/61952013904
PROMPT, Team Dean/Michael, A Song of Ice and Fire
Date: 2013-09-22 01:49 pm (UTC)FILL PART 2, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes, NSFW
Date: 2013-09-22 01:57 pm (UTC)When Castiel pulled back, he felt dazed, and despite Crowley’s (ever-so-slightly) dreamy smile, he looked completely awake.
“I don’t take cocks.” Castiel mumbled.
“Oh, with strength and a kiss like that, boy, I don’t want you to.” This was odd. Castiel knew there were certain implications in preferring to take a cock - a sensation Castiel found no real pleasure in - and yet Crowley, a man made of implications seemed to care not a jot. Somehow, that idea was intoxicating.
Castiel shot forwards, throwing Crowley back onto the bed and climbing atop his thighs, capturing his mouth in a kiss again. Crowley reached up and grabbed at Castiel’s hair, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the rough treatment as he felt the slight pull at his scalp. He pulled back, and after that, Castiel moved to remove Crowley’s robes, and froze, brow furrowing as his eyes scanned over the fabric.
"I, uh, I don’t know how to remove these."
"You’d best get off me then." Crowley said with a silver tongue, and Castiel scowled at him, the expression almost a churlish pout. He pulled back all the same, and watched Crowley as he fluidly removed the robes, raising an eyebrow at him once he was naked.
“Are you going to produce your cock through that leather?” He asked, and Castiel jolted, blinking before remembering his own tunic. He scrambled to undo his clothes and pull them off, throwing them aside, and Crowley merely snorted at him.
Castiel struggled with the buckles at his boots, but soon enough he was undressed, and when he turned back Crowley was on his back against a multitude of pillows, head tilted back as he fucked himself with three fingers. Castiel’s mouth went dry. Crowley was in a state of some vulnerability like this, Castiel knew, but by the Gods, he looked delectable.
Crowley’s chest was scattered with dark hair, and there were scars littering his thighs and his stomach, but fuck, his cock was thick and hard against his stomach, and shit, even as Castiel was it leaked a pearl of white onto the hair dusted skin there.
“Fuck.” He whispered, his eyes wide. Crowley gathered more oil on his fingers and fucked them into himself again, and Castiel’s gaze was drawn to the way he opened for it, spreading his legs wider, tilting his head back further.
“Yeah, that’s right, pretty boy. Come.” Crowley demanded, and Castiel moved onto the bed, shifting on his knees as he waited for Crowley to turn over. “What are you doing?” Castiel blinked.
“I, er, you- you’re on your back?” Crowley snorted.
“We’re not dogs, boy. Now, come here.” Castiel furrowed his brow but did so, and Crowley rolled his eyes as he pulled his fingers back, wetting Castiel’s cock in oil, and Gods, it was slick. He hesitated, but Crowley was impatient, and with his dry hand he grabbed Castiel by the hair, pulling him close. “Fuck me.” He demanded, and Castiel lined himself up and did, feeling himself enveloped in hot, wet tightness, and he gave a short, choked little sound against Crowley’s ear.
“You’d better last.” Crowley muttered, and Castiel snorted, beginning to fuck forwards and into him, one hand gripping hard at Crowley’s waist and digging crescent marks into the skin there, leaning to bite and hip at the skin on his neck. Crowley gave a choked little sound of pleasure, arching greedily and grabbing at Castiel’s back, marking lines down the tanned skin there.
Castiel grunted at the sensation, feeling blood bead at the top of his shoulder blades, but fuck it, he didn’t care. He bit down hard, knowing Crowley’s skin would be suitably obscured by the heavy fabric of his robes, and Crowley moaned, baring his teeth as he gave a slight hiss at the pain.
“Kiss me again.” He growled, and Castiel did, roughly taking his mouth and pressing into it as he continued to fuck forwards with his hips. Castiel came first despite his initial derision at Crowley’s comment, and damn, Castiel was fucking frustrated at having lost the challenge.
Crowley smirked at him, ready to say something, but then Castiel pulled out and dipped his head to take Crowley’s cock into his mouth. That took The Spider by surprise, and Crowley’s sound was almost a yelp as he wove his hand in Castiel’s hair again, closing his eyes. Castiel had sucked a cock before, and he was quick and clever with his tongue.
He didn’t swallow when Crowley came, spitting into a piece of cloth the older man offered him. “Well done.” Crowley purred, and Castiel shook his head, laughing a little as he looked away.
“Well done yourself.”
“Kiss me again.” Castiel blinked at him.
“But- but I just suck-”
“I don’t care: kiss me again.” Castiel shifted forwards, and Crowley took his mouth this time, and Castiel couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth as Crowley worked the same treatment Castiel had effected on him, biting at his lips, dominating Castiel’s mouth. When Crowley let him go Castiel’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and bruised, and he was taking in the littlest gasps of breath.
“You don’t like to bottom, eh?”
“No.” Castiel whispered, breathing heavily.
“S’too bad. It can be quite enjoyable with the proper… Partner.” Crowley grinned at him. “As demonstrated.” Castiel returned a smirk of his own.
“Pay me in information and perhaps I’ll let you show me.” Crowley laughed, a true guffaw, hand on his stomach as he threw his head back.
“Oh, I like you, boy. Tell Gabriel his message has been well-received.”
“Of course.” Castiel was smiling to himself as he moved to pick up his clothes. “A mutually useful relationship.” He commented, and Crowley snorted.
“Yes, yes, I think so.”
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