srs2013 | Bonus Round 2

Bonus Round 1 is now closed, and Bonus Round 2 is now open!

This round, the theme is holidays/special occasions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This round is now closed.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Someone who mourns the death of a family member/friend always makes sure to do something special on the anniversary of their death, could be either a sad tribute or a way of honouring them.

I can't seem to stop with all the sad things! Here you go.

Are you trying to break my heart??? That last pic of Ellen looking sad.... ):

I wanted to put this fill for mother's day though but I felt it would be better here. Ah the sadness!

The hotel is closed now. It has been for some time. The doors are boarded up, and the lights are turned off, and it’s all but a forgotten relic now. That’s exactly how he wants it. It’s a private place, though he goes there infrequently-- once every 365 days. He has the key, of course, not like he needs it, but it’s part of the ritual. It’s important.

The lobby is quiet, just as it was back then. There’s nobody at the front desk now, no computer, no guest book, but the little silver bell remains. It still works. One tap suffices to make it ring out, soft chime reverberating through the room. Yes, I’m here for the banquet. I’ll just walk back on my own, if you don’t mind? Of course not, please and thank you. He gathers his parcel and steps through the doors.

The hallway is empty too, but that required a lot of work. It took hours, maybe days, to haul out the bodies and clean away the smears of blood and gore that coated the walls. The banquet hall itself had been only somewhat less of a disaster, but now it is pristine, clean and beautifully decorated from last year’s celebration. There are lots of bright colours, a series of vibrant decorations that all surround and draw focus to the central point of the room.

He sits there, setting down his parcel and untying the bow.

“Hello, brother,” comes the soft whisper after a stretch of silence. “Wait until you see what I’ve brought you this year.” The paper crinkles as it falls away from the cardboard box, and he smiles. “It’s a candy cake. No, really. It’s made from candy. Isn’t that the most absurd thing you ever heard of? As if either of the two confections were insufficient on their own, they’ve thought to combine them. But I knew it would be something you liked, of course. I confess, there was a great variety, and I wasn’t sure which one to choose, but I knew you liked caramel and chocolate, so here we are, hm?”

Silence echoes, but he still smiles.

“Oh, you know how I don’t care for so much sugar as you do, little brother, but yes, I suppose I’ll share in one piece with you, for the sake of the occasion.”

Two plates, two forks, two gooey pieces of candy cake. Only one is consumed before both are set aside in favor of lying down across the cool floor.

He sighs, arms outstretched, and closes his eyes when the tears threaten.

“It was a bit rich, I think. Don’t you? Of course not. You like things like that. No, no, I did not forget. I was simply surprised at how overwhelming it was. Perhaps it’s because I do not indulge in such things on near so much of a regular basis as you. I try these days, in my way, I suppose. The lady who sold me the cake was very rude to me, and you know what I did? Nothing. I thought you would like that, and I wouldn’t have violence sullying your holiday. I would like to think you would be… that you might be...”

The warmth where his hands are pressing the floor alerts him to how his trembling fingers have begun to rub the charred blackness.

“I love you.”

A haze clouds his vision, and he blinks against it.

“I miss you.”

Every year, he comes, promising not to cry, and every year, he breaks his own promise as the grief overwhelms him and fractures the very core of his mentality, just as it does now.

Tears fall.

Lucifer turns over, pressing his hands into the burnt imprints of Gabriel’s lost wings, and he cries his agony aloud until his grace expands from the confines of his vessel and threatens to tear the entire area asunder with the force of his pain. Then he stops and just lies there in silence throughout the night. His fingers trace the last remnants of his beloved younger brother, now scorched into the floor. Lucifer remembers every curve, every line of every feather, harder and colder now than when he last touched them in Heaven.

Perhaps that is where Gabriel has gone now, to some secret part of Heaven where lost angels are welcomed back into their father’s arms. Perhaps it is beautiful there. Perhaps he is wrapped up in light and love and happiness.

Lucifer would like to think so, but he’ll never truly know. He’s locked out, all he has left are cold, burnt wings and the sticky sweetness of his memories that choke him every year.

I love you. I miss you. I’m sorry.

Oh my.

This was more powerful I expected. Really well done.

Bonus Round 2

Prompt, Team Castiel/Crowley, Mourning

Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mourning

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mourning

Re: Fill, Team Balthazar/Castiel, Mourning

Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Mourning

Re: Fill, Team Castiel/Lucifer, Mourning