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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.
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 CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
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.
FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
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.
Re: FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
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!
Re: FILL, TEAM CASTIEL/CROWLEY, GREAT GATSBY AU
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.
FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU
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.
Re: FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU
Re: FILL, TEAM BALTHAZAR/CASTIEL, GREAT GATSBY AU
FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, GREAT GATSBY AU
“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.
Re: FILL, TEAM CROWLEY/SAM, GREAT GATSBY AU