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Bonus Round 4 is now closed, and Bonus Round 5 is now open!

This round, the theme is costumes/roleplaying.

If you have an idea for something you'd like to see, please leave the ship, a costume/role, 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 Bonus Round closes on December 1.
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From: [personal profile] marie_de_sade

It always starts the same.

It starts with tiny smile and soft words because at some point the monsters realize that pure pain and terror aren’t enough. Castiel can handle that because it’s what heaven trains it’s angels to do. Then there’s a sudden switch and he wakes up one day to the smiling face of one of his brothers. There is a split second of relief before it’s smile turns sinister and Castiel flinches back in revulsion.

It goes through every angel in heaven, Castiel has to watch each one of his brothers turn against him; the ones he fought with, the ones he barely knew, then ones he killed in his mad grasp for power. Each of those lost soul begin promise of forgiveness but it isn’t long till they’re clawing at his skin and tearing him to shreds. It was the worst thing he could imagine.

Then one night the nurse leads him back to his room and Lucifer is sitting on the edge of his bed.
He hadn’t seen the devil since he first took on Sam’s burden, the delusions had quickly reformed itself as it tried to find the best way to torture him. But it came full circle and Lucifer spends the night trying to lure him out of his numb stupor.

His fingers card through Castiel’s hair, across his jaw then down his chest and for a split second Castiel closes his eyes and gives in. A split second is all he gets though because as soon as his moment is over its replaced by searing pain. His eyes pop open and he watches his skin bubble and blister beneath the archangel’s touch. A scream rips out of his chest and he flails so much he falls off the bed by the time that the staff runs in to sedate him all he has is claw marks on his stomach left by his own hands and distant laughter ringing through his mind.

Next time he ignores him, he doesn’t bat an eyelash when Lucifer starts laughing at him. “You think there is a single angel left that would waste his time on you?”

He resists it all at first because he knows they only build him up to knock him down but each time the build last longer and longer. Even though he knows that in the end it always the same, it's hard to resist.

It's hard trying to tune Lucifer out as he tells him that everything will be okay now. It’s hard pretending he can't feel his brother’s fingers brush across his jaw and his hot breath on his ear.

And one day he's just too tired to pretend he doesn't care.

One day he laughs at Lucifer's snarky comment about the nurse’s ugly, dirt covered shoes. It is really barely a chuckle, barely even a tiny breath and everyone else completely misses it but Lucifer turns his head and gives him a tiny sideways grin. It reminds Castiel of a time before all the fighting, before angels killed other angel, back when Castiel still had good in him. It’s really all downhill from there but at least he has his moments then, at least there are brief seconds in the blur of days where he doesn’t sob into his pillow and beg an absent father to just end it all.

Castiel moves the monopoly pieces for Lucifer when they play board games in the day room. By the middle of the night Castiel is soaked in imaginary blood and his throat is raw from the screaming no one comes to answer.

Castiel softly smiles as he picks at the gruel they give him for lunch when Lucifer picks on the new doctor that thinks he’s hiding his affair with an orderly very secret. When they turn the lights off later, Lucifer turns his sharp tongue on him and reminds Castiel that words can destroy much more than the pain he’s used to.

It becomes a blur again, the days that pass with almost pleasant days and terrifying nights. Castiel lets himself enjoy the brief reprieves he gets even though he know it just makes the sudden dark turn his hallucinations use even worse.

Then one night be wakes up in a cold sweat and there’s a new face smiling down at him from the foot of his bead. He straightens himself out of habit but he can’t help a relief that someone’s come to save him from this awful place.

“Michael,” Castiel sighs but his mind sneers at him idiot, it’s not him. It can’t be him because you helped put him in the pit right along with Lucifer.

“Hello, little brother.”

Castiel quickly shakes his head and inches back up the bed, distancing himself from the archangel. As if torturing him with one brother wasn’t enough. “Please don’t.”

“It’s different this time,” Michael promises him as he tries to pull Castiel out of his bed. “Show me the garden.”

They sneak out past the night nurse and out the back door to what passes for a community garden, some withering flowers and untrimmed bushes. Castiel’s feverish mind goes back and forth between convincing himself that this might be actually happening and secretly knowing it’s all another trick.

“I planted those,” Castiel quietly mentions and points to the marigolds that thrive amongst the other flowers.

Michael lets out a tiny chuckle. “I suppose you don’t ruin everything then.”

Castiel flinches and tries to pull his short sleeves down to cover his cold arms. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Don’t worry,” Michael turns to him, the same sly smile that all the others have. Panic rises in Castiel’s chest, it happened to fast this time, he didn’t get a happy moment. The monsters just went straight for him. “I suppose I deserve it, I put him down there in the first place. I just never thought little Thursday would be hard enough to follow in my footsteps.”

He’s stepping closer, Castiel is frozen under his twisted stare and then he feels a warm hand on his chest. He leans into the contact, forgetting how dangerous it is to give into these delusions but desperately wanting it. Then the slight warmth turns into sharp pain as his brother’s hand shoots through his chest. The staff find him in the garden the next morning curled in a ball, wrecked sobs shaking his body and they begin locking his door at night.

He only last a week of that, switching between his older brothers and wanting nothing but to be rid of it all but terrified to be left alone. He’s become dependent on what scares him most.

“Please,” Castiel begs, choking back tears. Lucifer sits on the edge of his bed and gives him a sympathetic look, one that is almost convincing enough. Castiel pushes the covers off his body and crawls pathetically over to his not-brother. He clings to the devil’s chest, fingers curled against his soft skin and inhaling his sweet smell. Castiel only needs one night, he only needs Lucifer to get him through this one night. “Just this once, just this once.”

“Just this once,” he nods, pulling Castiel tight against his chest and running a soothing hand up and down the angel’s back. Castiel sighs and buries his head in the crook of Lucifer’s neck. This is exactly what he wants, what he needs, if he can just have this one time he can survive everything that comes after.

But it always ends the same.