Bonus Round 2

[fantalaimon]

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.

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Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Father's Day

[fatalchild]

The cathedral was a thing of beauty, really: all white marble and vibrant stained glass to set it off. The high arches and tapered lines of the architecture all drew attention to the altar at the front. It was adorned with a variety of candles, burnt down to different lengths, but none of them were lit, not today.

Lucifer found that strange.

He walked to the front of the room and sat down on one of the benches, hands laced in his lap. However many people might laugh at the idea of Satan finding comfort in a church, it didn’t matter to him. He knew very well that God favored humans; he knew it better than anybody, quite frankly, and in light of that, he figured that the places humans constructed for divine communion, God’s houses on Earth, was an ideal place to seek Him out.

“Hello, Father,” he whispered to the quiet.

There was no answer, but then again, there never was.

Lucifer pursed his lips and looked up, casting his eyes towards the theoretical Heavens. “It’s quiet here today,” he mumbled, looking down again. “I did not expect that.”

He closed his eyes and went through what he knew about humanity and its celebrations. The only reason he knew the date at all was simply because he’d come across a newspaper the day before, and something about the front page had sent Nick into borderline hysterics inside of him. It had taken Lucifer hours, the better part of the entire day, to coax the broken and battered soul hiding deep within his grace into explaining the sudden rush of grief. Father’s Day, Nick had explained. This weekend was Father’s Day. Lucifer had naturally assumed that such was a religious holiday intended to honor God, and that had been puzzling enough since one should pay some sort of homage every day, but he was even more confused when he found out it was a day in which humans celebrated their sires with things like finger paintings, coffee mugs, bad ties, or rare phone calls, depending on the age of the child and the relationship to the father. Still, he figured that God would demand some sort of acknowledgment on this day. He had seen the humans’ religious texts. They said “Heavenly Father”. Lucifer liked that, just a little.

“I was prepared, you know,” he said, straightening up in his seat. “I was prepared to come here amidst however many humans had gathered to worship you. I was prepared to share this space with them for nothing more than the opportunity to talk to you… to feel you.”

More silence passed, and Lucifer swallowed the sudden thickness in his throat.

“I came all this way. I marked the date and counted the sunrises so I could be here on time. ...Are you not going to acknowledge me at all?”

Lucifer was used to being ignored. God had ignored him for the past few hundred thousand years. It had been much longer for Lucifer, perhaps a billion, a small eternity of screaming out for his Father, begging for some kind of mercy or at least the smallest measure of comfort in the most horrible place in all of Creation. He received nothing, but somehow, God’s scorn here was more bruising. Lucifer had been ready to forgive, ready to pay the appropriate devotion once more, ready to go back to being a family, and here he was, shamefully submissive in his plea for attention, raw and open and exposed in the worst sort of way, with salty dampness burning his eyes, and God still afforded him nothing in return.

“I came all this way,” he whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. “I came all this way just to be near you. I just wanted to see you. I just wanted…”

Lucifer faltered. The truth sounded stupid, even inside his own head.

I wanted you to see me.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep any more tears from falling from his vessel’s already red eyes. It hardly made sense to want God to see him like this: confined to this frail body, skin bloody and peeling, muscles aching with the strain of grace, bones stretched to break, and throat constantly slicked with the sticky red of demon blood. For a moment, he felt filthy and ashamed, sitting in God’s beautiful house that humans had built for him.

“Father…” Lucifer’s voice broke. There was too much to say.

Look at me. Look at what I’ve done for you. Look at what I became for you. Look at what you’ve had me do, and look at how much I’ve already done. Look at how much I love you, Father.

“Look at me.” The words stuck in his throat, a bare hint of a whisper, and when he didn’t get an answer, Lucifer replied by screaming them aloud. “Look at me!”

But God didn’t. He hadn’t for a long time.

The church would fill soon enough, happy families coming to sing praises during Sunday service. Nobody would ever notice that Lucifer had been there. Nobody would care. God certainly didn’t care.

Far away, Lucifer spent the holiday desolate and alone. He no longer gazed up towards the heavens but kept his eyes down to hide the dampness that constantly stung them. For the first time, he truly wished he could be like his father. How simple life must be when you don’t care at all.

Re: Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, Father's Day

[suchanadorer]

This was heart-wrenching and wonderful.