srs2013 | Bonus Round 1

Bonus Round 1

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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Crowley/Sam where Athos would be Sam , the leader, which many consider the 'musketeer' ideal, after all, sometimes heard on the show that Sam is considered by Bobby a better hunter than Dean, so I thought he would be a good leader. Being a pure and noble soul who carries a terrible secret, but different from the book, the secret of Sam would be that a demon drops blood in his mouth when he was a baby, this demon would be the villain of the story.
Dean would be Porthos Rude man but good, the joker of the group, very loyal to Sam, Castiel would be Aramis as in the book he would be a young delicate, elegant and gentlemanly, a good friend of Athos/Sam and Porthos/Dean, full of apparent contradictions: Musketeer without vocation but excellent and daredevil swordsman, always willing to follow the teachings of the clergy. Crowley would be D'Artagnan.

As in the book the three musketeers would hate Crowley, however, that the AU would hate linger longer, (( in the book they just hate him for bit time.)) they wouldn't stay friends so fast, at least four have disagreements and fights, until the captain of the musketeers send them to work together, trying to make the musketeers goodfellas with Crowley.
But on the first mission they will do together a new series of disagreements with Crowley and Dean, what ends up causing a fight again, the three musketeers against Crowley. Crowley would face all three at the same time, and by the fault of his pride he would not give up, would continue fighting until he was wounded by Sam in an almost fatal for him.

Sam as the group leader takes the blame and cares for Crowley in the hospital, he had to deal with Crowley 8 hours a day, going to visit him being sent by the captain, but after a while, Sam started going by his own will , they end up getting more intimate and when Crowley is better and back to the group of musketeers, Sam begins to defend him from Dean that hadn't accepted Crowley in the group, but Crowley always tells how Crowley can be useful with them.

Edited 2013-09-23 15:15 (UTC)

tw: blood, gore, decapitation

http://gracelessanna.tumblr.com/post/62071065777

(sorry, I suck)

Ruby grabbed at Anna's hair as they stumbled into one of the bedrooms of Grimmauld Place, kissing each other deeply with hands on each other's bodies, pressing against each other as best they could as Ruby kicked the door closed.

"Clothes off." Ruby growled against Anna's mouth, and they both stripped off as fast as possible, throwing their robes and underclothes to all the corners of the room before throwing themselves on the bed together. The body of it creaked in protest but they ignored it readily as Anna pushed Ruby onto her back and began to kiss from her neck down.

The room was dark, the lights not properly bright but Ruby didn't give a fuck as Anna put her mouth on Ruby's clit. Anna's mouth was skilful and wet, and Ruby was left giving little hisses under her attentions, still tangling her hand in the redhead's gorgeous locks.
Man, this shit was pretty. Bright fucking red like fire, and Ruby adored it. Anna looked up at her, grinning, and Ruby tightened her hand. "Get back to work."

"Yes, Ma'am." Anna purred, and then she dipped her head again, sucked, and Ruby mewled.

Later, she returned the favour, and after she sat cross-legged on the bed, watching Anna catch her breath back. "That was hot." Ruby purred, dropping forwards and resting her elbows on the mattress, chin on her hands.

"You're very hot." Anna returned, turning on her side and curling up a little. She was asleep within a few minutes more, and Ruby watched her, head tilting just slightly to the side. Anna didn't look like her brother.

Castiel, that had been his name. His lips had parted, his eyes had widened, as the jet of green light hit his chest, and he'd started to fall. Ruby thought of him, looking for any resemblance, but no, they looked too different.

Ruby slid down, spreading out her body to watch the auror sleep. She wondered, for a moment, how it would be if she wasn't a double agent. If she could be an honest, loyal member of the Order of the Phoenix, tirelessly working for the benefit of mankind instead of the benefit of her kind.

She could keep Anna. Ruby drew circles on the sheet beneath her without thought, absently doing it. Then, she sighed, stretching out like a cat and pulling the sheets over the both of them.

Too late. Too bad.

I wish I could write better because masquerades are like this best thing, but I made this instead:
http://mooseleys.tumblr.com/post/62080645163/phantom-of-the-opera-au-for-srs2013-x-lucifer

Here you go, hope this is an all right fill for you :)

http://twinkie-pie.tumblr.com/post/62082226172/everybody-handles-being-a-prefect-differently

http://thedahlingdarling.tumblr.com/post/62083511419/charlie-x-jo-princess-bride-au

I think I'll actually write something to go with this later - for now though, look pretty GIFs.

ahhh I love it!

Pick any of our beloved characters from SPN and drop them in a world where everyone has suddenly become blind, and has to avoid those strange plants that came from no where...

Aw yes, hogwarts sortings! Very good use of the prefect bathroom... ;)

The Four Horsemen are preparing for the apocalypse (and probably get let down in an even worse way than in the show).

What, it's a book?

Dean is an unsuspecting passenger on a ship when it is attacked by the notorious pirate Benny Lefitte. Captain Lefitte finds him and takes the golden amulet around his neck, despite Dean's pleas that it is the only thing he has left of his beloved brother. Years later, Dean vows to track down the pirate to reclaim his amulet. (can be gen, or romantic denny)

I'm so glad you liked it <3 And I figured that might be the best use of such a brilliant bathroom ;)

Warnings for underage. The age of consent is 16 here (UK), and Dean is 17 in the fic, but I know for some of you 18 is the big number. This is primarily a porny fill, focusing on Abaddon from Dean's POV rather than the world around them.

Dean could never figure it out. Could never figure out what made Abaddon so attractive, so intoxicating, so Goddamn fascinating. She was spread out on the bed at the moment, skin bright-white in comparison to black silk sheets, and she'd let her hair down so it pooled around her shoulders and spread out on the pillow around her. Her back was a sleek line, and he found his mouth dry as his eyes moved downwards, taking in the sight of her ass, perfectly-sized and pretty and slightly rounded, and as she shifted, spreading her thighs a little and revealing pink between her legs, Dean swallowed.

"God." He whispered under his breath, but Abaddon heard him, and she turned onto her side, leaning on her forearm as she raised her eyebrows at him. His gaze was drawn to her tits, but then she grinned and the expression was predatory, and his eyes moved back up. God, her eyes. They were so strange, so odd, black in her face and shiny, buttons in the middle of her face, and he stared.

Not for the first time, he stared.

“Hello, Dean.” Abaddon said, and it was a purr as she slid backwards, almost arachnid in the strange, speedy grace of her limbs, to lean up against the headboard. She sat up, and then she spread her legs, letting him see between her thighs, where white skin became pink.

“Aren’t you going to come closer?” Said the spider to the fly, and the words echoed in Dean’s mind, but he took a hesitant step forwards, and then another, and then another. The Otherworld was always strange, always sort of detached and surreal, but when Dean was with Abaddon the effect is vastly multiplied.

She stroked over her left thigh with her hand, where the nails were perfectly manicured and painted a crimson red (blood red, his mind twangs, but Dean didn’t recognize the significance in that moment), and he stepped forwards, let his thighs rest against the wooden frame at the end of the bed.

He stripped off his shirt, his jeans, kicked off his shoes, in the eager way he always did, leaving him naked at the foot of the bed. He was muscular, and more tanned than Abaddon was, and he had a tattoo he shouldn’t have on his chest, one that his parents didn’t know about and hopefully never would.

He made his way up, between her thighs to kiss her lips - and they were so red, red like her nails - and moan against them as she grasped at his cock and began to stroke. Abaddon always took control, and she flipped them over now, pressing kisses down his chest and suckling at his nipples and God, in the real world his nipples were barely sensitive to anything, but here, here, in the Otherworld, every sensation was multiplied by ten and, when Abaddon was around, made ten times more erotic too.

She’d made him wear panties before, little black slips of fabric that barely covered his skin and left his cock hard and leaking by the time he’d been allowed to wriggle out of them, but tonight, there was no play. This was a fantasy world, a world where everything felt good, and tonight Dean didn’t need any cherries on top of the cake.

He whined as she squeezed his thighs with hers, leaning back up again to press a quick kiss of plump lips to Dean’s own. She lifted herself up, lined up his cock, and then slowly, God, dear God, so slowly , lowered herself down. She was hot, wet, impossibly tight, and Dean let out a desperate, half-whimpered little noise.

Abaddon smirked at him, teeth white and standing out against bright red lips, and something about that sight stayed with him, took over his mind as she began to fuck herself down on him, hands on his shoulders for the sake of keeping her balance.

Dean felt overwhelmed already, orgasm coiling in his stomach, and oh, God, he needed to come, but he just wasn’t getting there, couldn’t get to that precious fucking edge. She smiled at him, the expression sugar-sweet. Dean swallowed, looking up at her with wide eyes. “More.” He demanded, and it was a demand, and she laughed at him.

But then, by God, she gave him what he needed, sped her pace and clenched tightly around him as she dug her nails into his shoulders. When Dean came, he nearly screamed, feeling electric, feather sensations all across his skin, his body alight with the feeling.

When he was finished, she ran clever little circles over his skin with red-painted nails (spider), tracing over his tattoo. “Be mine, Dean.” She said, and even though her voice was quiet the statement wasn't soft, and it rang through the room as clearly as the peal of a bell.

“I’m yours.” He whispered, and she beamed at him.

She never let go.

((I think I'm going to turn this into a long fic later one, for now though a drabble. Also, I haven't read the book but I love the prompt so don't judge me too harshly if it isn't very good. ;.; This is just my own vision of the prompt. *eep*))

Prologue:

In another life…

The lyrics moved across the breeze in the tiny café where Benny sat tucked away in a corner. People milled and bustled around the area; a busboy swaying slightly to the music, the owner mouthing the words to herself as she counted down the drawer behind the counter, a uni student hunched over scribbling furiously away at his paper - no doubt due today - casting annoyed glances at the speakers placed carefully in each corner of the café.

…Collecting the black dust like sin.

He hated this song. The café owner seems to love it, this was the third time this week she had played that particular CD. Every track leading closer and closer to this song, this reminder. Benny’s lip curled into a sneer as he swished the lukewarm tea around in his cup before turning it up and sucking the rest of it down. The sickly sweet aftertaste lingered on his taste buds.

I gripped your hand and caught a glimpse of the next time round…

The busboy came over to the table next to Benny to gather the cups and saucers left by hurried people off to their hurried lives, completely aware of how short they were. He never looked at Benny or paid him any mind. No murmured ‘excuse me’s or hushed ‘pardon me’s, no half smiles as he moved around him. No attention for poor invisible Benny.

…We marched on Tiananmen.

Benny was used to the behavior. He wasn’t actually invisible, but he might as well be. He cleared his throat, no response. He coughed loudly, a small muscle jerk in the busboys face. With a roll of his eyes Benny stuck his foot out gently tripping the working man. A startled face finally turned his way.

“Yes?”

“Can I get another cup of tea.” The words poured out in his thick accent, slow and deliberate. He didn’t make it a question and slid his empty cup and saucer towards the busboy who grabbed it and with a bored expression made his way over to the counter for a fresh bag.

Benny watched the boy with dead eyes. He knew the drill; he would bring his tea back to him, set it down while never even looking towards Benny, then hurry off , and within a matter of minutes he would completely forget about the exchange. Little things like this used to bother Benny. He used to grow angry and throw things to be noticed, give fierce cries as he would break things for attention, push and shove and curse the people passing him by - now it was only another tedious part of his “life.” Just little things.

My last thought it seems…

Little things tend to not matter so much once you’re dead.

…a fever dream.

The small cluster of bells above the café door jingled. Sounding off as if heralding in the rush of air that delivered some important godlike figure. Then silence came as quickly as the illusion faded leaving only a huddled figure out for a cuppa. Only this time there was no illusion. The air delivered, as it always promised, a huddle figure. Benny’s eyes focused to see which huddled figure this was.

The light from the windows caught on chestnut highlights, saliva wet lips, and shining green eyes. The air carried with it a distinct scent of motor oil and sandalwood. The familiar scrape of callused hands on coveralls. Benny sucked in a breath quickly fighting past the punch in his chest that sought to drive it out, conflicting forces let themselves be known in a quiet wheeze.
“Dean…” the name whispered like a hallowed prayer on Benny’s lips.

It had been so long since he had seen him last. He quickly noted the differences: the change in his step, the curve of his mouth, the predatory way he eyed up the woman behind the counter. Benny let out a shuddering sigh and leaned forward, head in his hands, and rubbed circles into the quickly forming centers of pain in his temples. This was his last chance, he could not screw this up.

Edited 2013-09-23 22:46 (UTC)

ohhh my gosh this is wonderful thank you so much I love it aaaa!!

Cas as Miles/Pudge, Meg as Alaska, Dean as The Colonel.

Gabriel trudged up the stairs, his mud caked boots leaving prints which disappeared into the already filthy floor. He was greeted by the sound of his brothers’ merriment- well, all were merry bar one. He slipped in and stood against the wall and observed, as their leader stood up, passionately speaking as the rest paid little attention, their drunken state filtering out what was being said.

“Castiel, dear brother, can you not give the talk of revolution a rest for one night? You will have no comrades to support you if you bore them all to death.”

“The revolution cannot wait Gabriel, surely you understand that.” Despite this, he sat down and let the intoxicated babble of his peers take over; all stopped paying attention to him bar one. Gabriel studied his friend Balthazar, who appeared to be too drunk to notice that Castiel had stopped talking, and still started contently at him. “So Gabriel, what brought you here to grace us with your presence? It has been a while.”

“I have splendid news brothers; I am in love!” He was received with a collective drunken guffaw.

“Who’s the lucky victim?” Lucifer asked, downing the rest of his drink.

“Well, I’m not sure of their name yet, but I’m sure it’s as beautiful as their face. Oh, if only you could have seen then! You surely would have fallen in love with them too!”

“What do you know of love?” Balthazar slurred, the alcohol making him sound almost accusatory.

“What else could this feeling be? I feel as if a ghost has visited me and haunts me still; I see shapes in the corner of my eye, my mind playing tricks on me that they are there. I cannot free myself from the hold they have over me, nor do I want to be free. What else would you call this?” Gabriel defended himself to a distracted Balthazar, who seemed to be more amused by the shiny buttons on Castiel’s coat than what he had to say, but he nodded to concede.

“Balthazar, you have let the wine go to your brain, as usual, but Gabriel, what has possessed you? I thought you would be above such childish notions and be able to focus on our task here." Castiel chastised. Gabriel opened his mouth to defend himself but Balthazar interrupted-

“What do you mean by ‘as usual’?” his trademark smirk appeared- his defensive amour.

“You are my brother and comrade, and I feel nothing but fondness for you, but you are useless. You are a child scared of the dark, a good for nothing fool. Why can’t you take our cause more seriously?”

“I would follow you into the dark.” He murmured, his words hanging in the air. He grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured the contents into his mouth instead of his glass, as his peers understood the meaning of his words.

“Come brothers,” an oblivious Castiel began- “no more frivolous talk, we must make our plans.”

Balthazar decided to live up to his leader’s expectations as a good for nothing drunk.

I'm so glad you like this, thank you ^_^

http://jotherighteous.tumblr.com/post/62116765710/joannael-oneshot-song-of-the-lioness-au

Gabriel & Tyrion

Gabriel and Tyrion have a lot in common - they're both younger brothers of more infamous siblings, both more focused on sarcastic wit, and would rather out-think their enemies than out-fight them. Before Joffrey's wedding, Tyrion turns to his old friend for some familial advice...

Crowley/Meg

Crowley is a gatherer who finds Meg and snatches her up along with several other girls. He quickly realizes that she is far too fiery and independent to sell, but is also far too interesting to kill.

Castiel/Meg

Meg as Phedre and Castiel as Joscelin.

Either Castiel/Meg, or Castiel/Crowley

Castiel as Sherlock, and Meg as Irene Adler, or Crowley as Moriarty. Watson is up to the writer.

Benny/Dean

I'm gonna be real here - I've only ever seen True Blood. But, I would like to see what would happen if Dean got a little too curious and wandered into a Vampire bar and met Benny.

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Bonus Round 1

Prompt, (Team Crowley/Sam) The Three Musketeers AU

FILL, Team Anna/Ruby, Frankenstein AU

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, In Absence Of Betrayal, NSFW, sexual scenes

Fill, (Team Crowley/Sam) Le Phantom de l'Opéra AU

FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Harry Potter AU

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Princess Bride AU

Re: Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Princess Bride AU

PROMPT: Day of the Triffids (Team Castiel/Balthazar)

Re: FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Harry Potter AU

Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Good Omens AU

PROMPT: Kama Sutra-Any characters(Team Castiel/Balthazar)

Prompt, team crowley/sam, denny To Catch A Pirate AU

Re: FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Harry Potter AU

FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Intoxication, NSFW

Fill, Team Anna/Jo, Benny X Dean Thirteen Chances AU

Re: FILL, Team Crowley/Sam, Intoxication, NSFW

Prompt, Team Charlie/Jo,Looking for Alaska AU (Megstiel)

FILL: Les Misérables AU (Team Castiel/Balthazar)

Re: FILL: Frankenstein (Team Castiel/Balthazar)

FILL, Team Anna/Jo, Song of the Lioness AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel, A Song of Ice and Fire AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel, Chemical Garden AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel, Kushiel's Legacy AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel, Sherlock AU

PROMPT: Team Balthazar/Castiel, The Southern Vampire Mysteries