Bonus Round 1
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Welcome to our official bonus round one. Bonus Round 0 is now officially closed! Don’t worry, though – BR0.5 is open for one more week alongside this round. This time, the theme is historical settings.
If you have an idea for something you’d like to see, please leave a time period, 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.
You can post prompts or fills for any 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.
Edit: This round is now closed. You may still leave fills if you wish to, but no further points will be awarded.
PROMPT: Michael/Lucifer; Victorian (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
Date: 2012-11-17 02:23 pm (UTC)Steampunk/Air pirates is a huge bonus
FILL: Treasure (NSFW) (LINK) (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 10:28 pm (UTC)WARNING: Non/Dubcon [hiding in my shame corner]
The link is AO3, should exist, should be visible to all. Any issues, tell me.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/565727
Re: FILL: Treasure (NSFW) (LINK) (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
From:FILL: Deal With The Devil (LINK) (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:Re: FILL: Deal With The Devil (LINK) (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:PROMPT: Gen; Wars of the Roses (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 02:52 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Anna/Jo Greek mythology AU (Mods)
Date: 2012-11-17 03:08 pm (UTC)FILL: Smoke and Lightning (fill by team Castiel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-24 07:12 am (UTC)"I have solved your problem," she'd said, striding into the throne room, the body of the boar slung across her shoulders. Jo was a slight girl, but she was strong. She had the power of the goddess in her bones. "This animal will trouble you and your people no longer." She'd thrown the corpse onto the ground, satisfaction striking through her at the way the firelight flickered in its dead eyes. It wasn't the dead animal that pleased her - she took no real joy from killing - but the simple truth of her triumph thrown back in the faces of those who had originally paid her no heed. She had succeeded where they had failed, and thus, could and should be counted among the ranks of heroes.
The king had refused to believe it. "Liar!" He had claimed, one knobby finger pointed at her. "You could not have possibly killed this beast. Obviously, you conned a poor man into doing your work for you," he'd declared, seeking support from the Abantes. The warriors, no doubt seeking to heal the sting in their pride, took up his call. "She lies, she lies!" Their cries had echoed across the hall, and Jo's hands itched to draw her sword, to show them all exactly how much of a liar she was.
She only stayed her hand because the charm around her neck began to burn. A warning from Anael. Keep your head; do not give in to the taunts of men. As always, the goddess spoke truth.
"Leave, you filthy cheat," the king had ordered, eyes burning, "leave, and do not return." Jo did so gladly, retrieving her kill and striding out of the room, head held high.
While she should have felt pride at preserving her dignity, she felt only weariness. Jo had not slept with a roof over her head for nearly a month, and she was very tired of it. The stars are only so beautiful for so long.
Jo looked to the stars now. She squinted her eyes, attempting to see through the veil of smoke from her campfire. "Hail, Anael!" she said, raising her arms to the sky. She had already made her respects to Lord Zeus and the Lady Artemis. Those had been impersonal, the rites performed only out of duty. This was a rite performed out of devotion. "I sacrifice this beast to you, as a sign of my gratitude and my love for you."
This was not her first failed mission. The fiasco of Chalcis was the last in a long line of disappointments, and Jo was losing faith, both in herself and in her mentor. It had been so long since that fateful day, when the goddess had come to her and given her the gift of her sword. She drew that sword now, laying it in the dirt, gently. She was lost without her goddess, and she knew it. She clasped her hands together, and prayed. "Lady Anael, I call upon you to guide me now.
"I… I am losing faith. No one takes me seriously, and I do not know where to go from here. Please, Anael. I just want to be a hero. I just want to make you proud. Help me." The night was silent. Jo felt tears pricking in her eyes.
Rationally, she knew it was very unlikely that Anael would show herself. The few times she had come down from Olympus, however, had been in times like these, when Jo was in the direst need of her assistance. Jo treasured each memory like a precious jewel. Anael's flaming red hair, the smell of smoke and lightning, the softness of her skin, the sound of her voice, like a stream in the spring - Jo didn't think she would ever forget these things, not until her dying day.
She prayed, and prayed, and prayed, until she fell asleep from exhaustion. But it seemed that Anael would not grace her with her presence that night.
Jo woke up on the cold ground with the sun shining on her face, back aching and fire almost burnt out. There were no signs of any animals or bandits, so at least she had been protected. The would-be hero sighed, and picked up her walking stick. The sky overhead was vast, and distant, and Jo felt lonelier then ever.
Then a breeze passed by, blowing her hair out of her face. It smelled of smoke and lightning. Jo thought she could hear the sound of water. Anael. "Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you." Anael had not forgotten her.
She followed the wind, heading East towards Eretria.
Fill: Anna/Jo Greek mythology AU (Team Ash/Jo)
From:PROMPT: Adam/Lucifer/Michael, Roman Empire (Team MotW)
Date: 2012-11-17 03:48 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-17 04:57 pm (UTC)FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-18 02:18 pm (UTC)Castiel blinks. Turns. There, next to him, brazen in the half-light stretching from the main body of the ship, is a boy. No, a man, if only just. A beautiful one at that, green eyes glittering for a fraction of a second and-
But it is thoughts like that which have led Castiel here, and so he blinks again, and locks them away in the deepest darkest recesses of his mind along with the countless others he has already stored there. "What?"
"Your suit," the stranger says, gesturing to the clothes in question. "Now, I'm no expert, that's my brother's- I mean, I don't know much about suits. But I'm guessing you're not supposed to wash that one in salt water."
Castiel stares at him, dumbfounded. "I... how did you-?"
The stranger leans against the rails as though he's taking in the chill night air, much as Castiel had been pretending to do. "Nice night, isn't it?" he says, as though Castiel hadn't said anything.
"Yes," Castiel says after a pause. "It is... refreshing, to be able to take in the air after so many hours spent in a cabin."
The stranger coughs. "Just be glad you're not in steerage. Refreshing doesn't begin to cover getting outta those rooms."
Castiel finds himself staring again, this time picking out the details in the stranger's appearance. The slight grubbiness, hard to see under the faint light, the way his suit clings too tight in some places and hangs baggy in others. "You were in third class?"
"Technically still am, as far as the guards are aware." The stranger grins at him. "It's not so hard to get over though, if you know how."
"And I suppose breaking into cabins is also an easy task for you."
His remark is met with a shrug. "It's not like the guy needed ten suits anyway. I'm just doing whoever does his cleaning a favour. That shit takes hours."
"And I suppose you would know, would you?"
"Oh yeah. I did a stint as a manservant. Wasn't for me, not by a long shot."
"Really." Castiel finds himself intrigued. "And what is?"
The stranger shrugs. "No idea. Still trying to work that one out. Had a sort of... family business back in Southampton, but it kinda needed two people, and when Dad died, well. Couldn't quite hack it on my own."
"Maybe you could take it up again in America?" Castiel offers. "I've heard many a business owner has flourished over there after floundering at home."
The stranger scratches the back of his neck, laughing in a way that sounds anything but amused. "Yeah, I don't think so. Pretty sure the only person I could do it with wants rid of me."
His expression is dark, eyes fixed on the deck and the sea below in much the same way as Castiel's had been.
Suddenly, he thinks that maybe he understands. Why the stranger knew what he was planning, why he looks the way he does now.
"Oh," is Castiel's next, intelligent rejoinder. And then, even more intelligent- "You mentioned something about a brother."
It's a shot in the dark, but by the way the stranger flinches, he's hit the mark. "Yeah. He, uh. Left. A while ago. Said he wanted space away from me and our Dad. A whole ocean's worth of it."
"Oh," Castiel says again. He's not sure what to do here. There's a pang in his heart willing him to reach out to the younger man, but years of social conditioning hold him back until all he can do is try not to fidget too much. "You are going to look for him, then?"
"Yeah. Dad's dead, I figure... figured he ought to know."
Castiel would have thought a telegram would be more affordable, but a moment later his mind reminds him that maybe that says something about the stranger. Maybe he is as unwilling to let go of his siblings as Castiel was his, before they and Fate made the decision for him.
"Well, I wish you every luck in finding him."
The stranger nods, his chin tucked close against his neck, gaze fixed firmly away from Castiel. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
The stranger looks up, looking faintly puzzled for a moment before a freezing wind sweeps across the deck, leaving him shivering. Castiel presumes the unfortunate owner of the suit did not have a coat going spare.
He, however, does. The trench coat he's wearing is utterly useless for the weather- he wore it mostly because the other would be better received by Uriel, when his effects were sent home. Not that his oldest friend would be too much swayed by material things on hearing the news, or so Castiel hopes, but he likes the thought of his death being of some use to someone.
Or liked, rather. Now his thoughts are straying in a slightly different direction- the man beside him, largely, and his apparent need for company. Whether or not his brother takes him in, it would be good for him to have someone to talk to in the interim, at least. And so he shrugs off his coat, and holds it out. "Here."
The stranger blinks at him. "I- what?"
"My coat. Take it. I have another, and I hear steerage is cold this time of year."
The latter is a blatant lie- Castiel knows little to nothing about the conditions of the working classes, for all that Anna had campaigned tirelessly on their behalf- but if it gets the stranger to accept his offer, it will be worth it. And apparently it is not so far from the truth, as the man does so, still giving Castiel a curious look, as though he expects him to snatch it back without warning.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Castiel watches the young man shrug the coat on, shivering a little as he tugs it around himself. He is bigger than Castiel is, but the coat never fit quite right anyway, and it seems to lie on him well enough. The stranger looks like he's about to say something, but the sound of clicking heels breaks through the comparative silence, and the two of them glance around to see a pair of guards doing the nightly rounds.
"I should, uh. Get going."
"Yes, you should."
The stranger nods, already backing away, but before he makes his brisk way to the rear of the ship, he spares a moment to smile at Castiel. "The name's Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester."
Castiel blinks at him for a moment before remembering his manners. "Castiel Milton."
The stranger's smile grows into a grin. "Nice name. See you round, Cas."
And just like that, he's gone, slipping back into the shadows between the lights from the windows as inconspicuously as possible. Castiel watches him go for a moment, then turns to call out a greeting to the guards, engaging them in conversation purely so as to slow their progress for a while.
They said nothing about meeting again, Castiel realises later. But no matter; he resolves to find him again, whatever it takes.
And they do meet again, just the once, on the night of April fifteenth.
Re: FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
From:Re: FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
From:FILL: Reckless and Wild Youth Fanmix (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:Re: FILL: Reckless and Wild Youth Fanmix (Team Balthazar/Castiel)
From:PROMPT: John/Dean, Victorian Steampunk (Team MotW)
Date: 2012-11-17 05:46 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Castiel/Crowley, Age of Sail (Team MotW)
Date: 2012-11-17 05:48 pm (UTC)Fill: Castiel/Crowley, Age of Sail (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-30 01:47 am (UTC)Castiel looked straight ahead and said nothing as Crowley walked back to his desk to light a candle. He could feel his face starting to swell on on side, and taste the blood in his mouth, but he refused to give in. Set up on a stool in the captain's quarters, with his hands bound behind his back, Castiel knew that he was nothing less than a tool to the infamous pirate king.
One of Crowley's fleet had attacked Castiel's ship on it's way back from delivering goods to the colonies. They had stolen the return cargo, the King's taxes, sunk the King's vessel, and killed all of Castiel's men in front of him as an example. He was the only one left and as an officer of the King, he was given as a gift to Crowley. Castiel wasn't even sure if Crowley needed the information he was intent on tourturing out of him, or if the twisted bastard was just enjoying himself. Either way, Castiel was determined not to talk.
"Such a loyalist you are Castiel. Let's see if I can't change your tune."
Crowley had been holding an ornate letter opener over a candle flame, watching as it flickered over the blunt silver blade. Now he approached Castiel with it, holding it close enough to his skin for him to feel the heat.
"Come now. You haven't said a single word. Surely you are not a mute?"
Crowley pressed the searing blade to Castiel's neck, sighing when the other man cried out.
"Ah, see now? You do have a voice. And a fine pair of lungs."
Crowley touched the blade to skin once more, leaving another bright red welt.
"But it seems you would rather sing than talk."
Crowley walked back to his desk. He watched Castiel closely as he held the blade over the candle's small flame once more. Castiel was hunched over slightly now, trying to catch his breath as he blinked away tears from his eyes. He tried hard to push the pain to the back of his mind. It was nothing. He needed a distraction, a focus. The open sky. The feel of the wind and the spray on his face. Yes. The pain was nothing but the tingling spray of salt on his face. The heat was just the sun beating down. It was nothing.
Crowley slapped Castiel, hard, bringing him back to the all too painful present.
"There will be none of that. I want your full attention. Now. Where was I? Ah, right."
Crowley pressed the blade to a cut on Castiel's arm, pressing down hard on the shallow wound.
"Wouldn't want you catching infection now would we?"
Crowley leaned back against his desk and waited for Castiel to catch his breath again.
"Now. You know how this works. You give me the answers I want and I maybe let you go."
Castiel met Crowley's gaze, determined to appear strong. Surely Crowley would kill him in the end. All he could hope for was that the sick bastard would get bored with him if he refused to talk.
"I am interested to know about one ship in particular. I wonder if you know of it? I have heard the Impala is scheduled to ship out with a rather large cargo of treasure found on the mainland. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
Dean. Castiel tried his hardest not to react but Crowley had obviously seen something change in Castiel when he mentioned the ship.
"Oh, so you do know of it. Excellent. Let's talk."
Castiel did not cry out this time when Crowley touched him with the blade, and Crowley grinned.
"Ah, I seem to have found a stubborn streak. Interesting indeed. I hope you realize that it does not matter how long you hold out, now that I know you have something to hide, I will get it from you."
Little did Crowley know that the Impala had already left the mainland. It had been scheduled to leave only three days after Castiel's ship. If the sea was kind, the Impala would be pulling into the docks in just four days time. If Castiel could hold out until then, Dean would be safe. Afterwards, Crowley could do whatever he wanted to Castiel. It wouldn't matter.
Castiel was more than determined to remain silent. He hardly noticed now when Crowley began to loose his cool. The pirate king had inadvertently given his captive a perfect focus, a whole-hearted reason to defy him. There was little chance now that he would get what he wanted. Castiel would withstand anything if it meant protecting Dean.
PROMPT: Bobby/Crowley, Jazz Age/Prohibition (Team MotW)
Date: 2012-11-17 05:52 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Any/Any; 1950s America (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)
Date: 2012-11-17 06:26 pm (UTC)Anything goes. A little brawl between the two sides would be a lovely plus, but take it how you will. Angels v Demons is all that I ask. If you so wish to include them, human characters would fall into the greaser/Demon side.
Fill: Any/Any; 1950s America (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-29 11:14 pm (UTC)"Bitch that hurt."
"Oh shut up. Look. Over there. Wee little Angelino."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Looking around, Meg's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Ruby was right. It was one of those pressed-shirt, clean cut, baby-faced richies from the other side of town. Loaded with cash and living in their gated community mansions, they were hardly ever seen on this side of town. Certainly not browsing the racks at a second hand store.
He stuck out like a new penny in his starched blue shirt and slacks, browsing the jacket aisle. He was just too clean and pretty, standing in a store full of grubby clothes. Meg was suddenly curious.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"Who knows. I think we should mess with him."
"What? No. Look at him. He'd wet his pants."
"Wouldn't that be a sight?"
Butting into the conversation, Alastair grinned. He joined the two girls, leering. That clean young face, dark hair, the things he could do to a boy like that.
"Ew, Alastair you leave that poor kid alone. Sure it was stupid for him to show up in Demon territory but that doesn't mean we're going to let you at him just because he's your type."
"Why the hell not? It's not like any of the Angels would do the same for us. I think we should send him back where he come from with a story to tell, right Ali?"
"Shut up, the both of you. Poor kid doesn't even look old enough to know better."
Meg could tell she was quickly losing ground against her two trouble-making friends. There was only thing she could do. Go up to the Angel before they did and get him to leave.
"Hey. What's your name?"
"Oh, me? I'm Castiel."
"Castiel? What kind of name is Castiel."
Meg let out an exasperated sigh. She couldn't stop Ruby from following her over and butting in, but at least Alastair had stayed behind. Hopefully he had lost interest.
"Look, Castiel, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean?"
"This is Demon territory."
"Are you... Demons?"
Poor kid actually seemed interested. He clearly didn't know who he was talking to. Before Meg could say anything else, Ruby butted in again.
"Yeah. We're Demons and we don't appreciate having little baby Angels flying around on our turf. So why don't you fly home to mommy and ask her to buy you some clothes, huh?"
Castiel paused, a frown on his face. Meg prayed that he would just leave. Ruby was known for using more than just words when she got worked up. If she hit an Angel...
"I can't. My mother is dead. Besides, I wouldn't know where else to find a jacket like this."
Castiel held up the leather jacket in his hands, showing it to the two shocked girls. Leave it to Ruby to always have a comeback in an awkward situation.
"A jacket like that? Who you trying to be? Dean Winchester?"
"Who?"
Meg could have laughed at the sudden change on Castiel's face, suddenly interested and attentive. He must have seen Dean somewhere. He was the only guy in town who constantly wore a stupid leather jacket like that.
"Dean Winchester. Never see the guy without his stupid jacket."
"You know him?"
"Kinda, sure. Why?"
"Oh... I... um..."
This time Meg did laugh. The poor guy was so flustered.
"Oh man, this is great. Dean Winchester has a secret admirer, and it's a fucking Angel. Christ. We've got to tell him."
"Oh shut up Ruby. Just because Castiel is buying a leather jacket... Castiel why are you buying that jacket? You're not seriously going to wear it?"
"Why not? It looked cool on Dean."
"Yeah but that's Dean. You've got nothing to wear with that. I mean look at you."
Meg gestured to Castiel's wrinkle-free shirt and pressed slacks. The guy was blushing furiously by this point and Meg almost felt sorry for him.
"Well... maybe I'll get it as a gift. Give it to Dean. He's always wearing the same one. Maybe he'd like another."
"Dude that is just creepy."
"Um, yeah Castiel I don't think that would go over so well. Besides, that jacket was his dad's. There is no way he's going to give that thing up."
"Oh..."
"Maybe you should just, you know, meet him first. Talk to him."
Meg was reaching for straws. This guy obviously had a thing for Dean, but had no clue what he was doing. She wanted to help him out but Dean was not exactly the easiest guy to get with. Well, unless you had a nice rack. Meg just hoped that Dean wouldn't push Castiel away right away. The kid was kind of cute after all.
"Look, Dean and his bother Sam hang out at the old movie theater all the time. You should go by some time, introduce yourself. Just... don't come dressed like that. Wear some jeans, an old t-shirt, whatever. Ask him about his jacket."
"Yeah? You think he'll talk to me?"
"Of course he will! He loves to talk about himself. Just don't start complaining when you can't get him to shut up."
Castiel grinned and put the jacket back. He reached out and shook Meg's hand, surprising her.
"Thanks."
And just like that, he was gone. Hurried out the door with a smile plastered on his face. Poor kid. All Meg could do now was pray, hoping that she hadn't just done something incredibly stupid by introducing an Angel to one of the most destructive members of the Demon gang.
"Well that was dumb."
Meg snapped out of it when Ruby spoke. She rolled her eyes for the other girl's benefit but Ruby had already moved onto a new topic and Meg was more than happy to go back to shopping for a new shirt, forgetting all about her strange encounter with the baby-faced Angel, Castiel.
Re: Fill: Any/Any; 1950s America (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Re: Fill: Any/Any; 1950s America (Team Ash/Jo)
From:PROMPT: Michael/Lucifer, Eden (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)
Date: 2012-11-17 06:50 pm (UTC)Fill: Eden, (Team Castiel/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-12-01 12:29 am (UTC)The first humans were confined to the Garden of Eden. It was lush and sunny and just absolutely beautiful. Paradise, supposedly. Angels were forbidden from entering. Lucifer lingered on the outermost edges, peeking into this little abode with intense curious eyes. Michael worried for him, even then.
“What are you doing, little brother?”
Lucifer jumped, a small frown marring his perfect features. “I’m not in the garden,” he said.
“But you were thinking about it.”
“Am I to be punished for thinking?”
“No, but this is a dangerous path, Lucifer. Come home with me now.”
He cast one more longing glance towards the gates before turning to follow Michael back to Heaven.
The silence that stretched through the following days did little to quiet Michael’s heart. There were whisperings that someone was spreading discontent, that someone was dissatisfied with the creation of humanity, that someone was considering breaking Father’s laws. At his core, Michael knew it was Lucifer. He had seen the light that danced in his brother’s eyes when he peered through the gates and caught glimpses of Eden. He had felt the little hum of excitement in Lucifer’s brilliant grace whenever he was permitted to walk on Earth. Michael knew, better than anyone, that Lucifer felt too strongly about this little planet that was never meant to be his.
His fears were realized when he noticed he couldn’t feel Lucifer’s presence in Heaven. He couldn’t find him anywhere. He tried not to panic, tried not to jump to any conclusions. Lucifer liked to play games; that was all. He liked to rile Michael’s emotions up and then laugh at his supposedly gross overreactions. This was a game, angelic hide and go seek. It had nothing to do with the fleeting visions Michael couldn’t drive away, nothing to do with the image of Lucifer tracing his fingers over some human girl’s plump, red lips, glistening with the sheen of fruit juice.
“Michael!”
The voice broke him away from the haze of his mind and forced his attention to a younger brother.
“Hey, bro,” Gabriel said, giving Michael a puzzled look. “You alright?”
“Lucifer.”
“Huh?”
“Where is Lucifer?”
“Beats me. I haven’t seen Lu in a while. Last I knew, he was going down to—” He didn’t get the chance to finish. Michael was already gone.
He found Lucifer circling the walls of Eden once more.
“What are you doing?” Michael snarled, grabbing Lucifer’s wrist firmly and jerking him away from the gates. “You are not supposed to be here.”
Lucifer just smiled. “Correction, dear brother. I’m not supposed to be inside, and I am not. The little hairless apes have yet to take over the entire planet.”
“Watch your mouth. You’re close to blasphemy. They are Father’s creation, and we must—”
“We must what, Michael? Love them? Bow to them? Surrender this beautiful, amazing planet to them? Have you looked at them, brother? Actually looked at them? I see through to their souls. They are broken and flawed, twisted and corrupt. They—”
The harsh impact of Michael’s palm across Lucifer’s face stunned him into silence. He stared blankly, eyes wide and wounded, and stretched his fingers up to touch the still burning corner of his mouth.
“You… you struck me.”
“I’m sorry,” Michael said. “But you were speaking blasphemy, Lucifer. It’s dangerous.”
“I haven’t done anything,” Lucifer said hotly, clenching his jaw.
“Your speech is dangerous.”
“Shall I be punished for words?”
“Words lead to action, little brother. I fear for you.”
“So you hit me?”
“I am trying to save you, Lucifer.”
“Save me? Save me from what? From talking? From thinking? I haven’t spoken one word that isn’t true.”
“That’s enough. Leave this place. Now.”
Lucifer stared at Michael levelly for several moments. “Are you giving me orders?”
“I won’t ask again.”
Lucifer was gone in an instant, but the simmering resentment that hung in the air began to make Michael fear that his intervention had been counter-productive. He followed to Heaven. He couldn’t let his brother go harboring such dark feelings. He knew where they would lead him.
Michael found Lucifer easily enough. He always went to the same spot in Heaven, and the brilliance of his grace made him easy to detect.
“You’re upset,” Michael whispered.
Lucifer gave him a cold look. “Of course I am upset. Apparently you now intend to manhandle me into agreeing with you.”
“I’m protecting you.”
“From what?”
“Yourself.” Michael sat down behind his brother, stretched his wings around him in an embrace. “Don’t do it, Lucifer. Please.”
Lucifer stared blankly forward for a long stretch of silence. “Tell me I am wrong. Tell me you do not see how horribly twisted they are.”
“They are God’s children, as surely as we are. They are to be protected and adored. Father has made his decision.”
“And so have I.”
“No.” Michael tightened his arms around Lucifer’s shoulders, pulling him into an almost crushing embrace. I’ll just hold you here, he thought. I’ll hold you here and never let you go, and you won’t be able to do this.
They passed the time thus, clinging to each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Michael could feel darkness and rage twisting inside his younger brother’s grace, feel him slipping away, right through his fingers. That was the moment, he would later think, that he too began to hate humanity. It was the moment he lost everything, the moment Lucifer turned the world upside down with a thought. It was the beginning of the end, the first step down the dark road of destiny that inevitably stretched before them, and Michael paved the way in his failure to protect his most beloved brother. He never forgave himself.
PROMPT: Michael/Lucifer or Michael&Lucifer; WWII (Team Dean/John)
Date: 2012-11-17 06:57 pm (UTC)FILL: Don't Jump (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-18 07:15 pm (UTC)WARNINGS: Angst, sibling incest (not explicit).
“You feel it too right?” Luke asked, trying to watch Michael’s fingers as they fastened the pale tie around his neck, his brother was never happy with how he tied the damned thing, always had to fix it himself because it ‘wasn’t up to standard’ and Luke would ‘get a whipping for it’.
“Feel what Luke?” Michael asked, sounding tired of his little brother’s questions, but he always sounded tired of Luke’s questions, it seemed to be a key part of their relationship growing up,
“Like we might die soon…” Michael’s hands stilled, Luke’s tie knotted but not tightened, his brother was just staring at him now, wide eyed and stunned by what his little brother had just said.
“Don’t think like that,” Michael hissed, tightening Luke’s tie maybe a little too tight, but Luke loosened it pretty quickly, watching his brother turn to the mirror to tie his own tie.
“I’m not thinking like that Michael… but… I feel it…” he said softly, finding his cufflinks and fitting them, he felt like tomorrow was the beginning of the end, like he would go up in one of those planes on D-Day and he would never see his brother again.
It reminded him of when he was a child, he’d woken up one morning and rushed to Michael’s room, shaking him awake, crying and begging him to wake up, Michael had been annoyed, had berated him for being such a pain in the ass, but when Luke said why he was crying, Michael had gone quiet. He thought their dad was going to vanish, had a gut feeling that urged him into his dad’s arms frequently proclaiming how much he loved him that day. Two days later, they woke up to find their mother crying; their father had left during the night and taken everything of worth.
“Don’t,” Michael said, looking at Luke in the mirror, his slightly taller, younger brother was watching him back, sad looking and weary,
“But—“ Luke began, but Michael turned and interrupted,
“No, you keep your feelings to yourself Luke, we’re coming back from this,” he insisted, and Luke fell quiet, sighing and finishing pulling on his dress uniform. Michael didn’t say a word after that, but he did help comb Luke’s hair into something smarter looking, handing him his hat before heading out of the door of their meagre quarters. They were headed to a dance, it was the last one before Michael was sent one way and Luke was sent the other, he had been given brief leave before D-day because of a near-miss accident on his cycle, leave he’d opted to spend with his brother.
Luke stood on the side-lines at the dance, he had no interest in dancing with the British girls, unlike his brother, who was schmoozing his way through the ranks, picking up any pretty thing without a man on her arm, it was typical of him. Luke didn’t mind though, he knew Michael wasn’t serious, he didn’t even take the girls for a sneaky quickie, he just danced with them, let them enjoy themselves and his skilled footwork. He wore a smile as he watched, catching Michael’s eye every so often, leaving him further inclined to decline any requests for a dance from the young women who approached him.
“Quit looking so sour Luke,” Michael had approached him, expression weary but amused as he propped himself against the wall beside him,
“I’m smiling Michael,” Luke pointed out, smirk growing as he glanced at his brother,
“Yes but you look miserable,” Michael noted, and the mirth was gone from his voice, his expression saddening slightly, “Is it your gut?” he asked, Luke eyeing him, the two sharing a look, one that made Michael crumple in grief, “you’re sure?” Luke nodded, “Lord I hope it’s both of us,” he sighed, brushing their hands together lightly,
“What say we liven this boring do up?” Luke asked, Michael frowning at him until Luke’s hand found his and he was pulled from the wall.
“Luke this is inappropriate,” Michael hissed, “We can’t do this here,”
“We’re brothers, they’ll think we’re fooling about,” Luke smirked, and he was right, their fellow soldiers just laughed at them as Luke turned to face his brother, pulling him in close, ready to dance.
Michael took the laughter as reassurance and clasped Luke’s hand in his, settling his other hand on Luke’s hip, his brother happily taking the female role this once; they began to move to the music, brisk yet intimate as they matched if not bested the other dancers in the room. People not dancing sat aside and tittered, amused at their antics and boldness, though there were some disapproving looks from the older generation milling around, finding their tomfoolery unwelcome at such a time.
The whole point of the dance was to let go though, so there was nothing they could do about the two young men near-embracing on the dance floor, not with the platonic guise of brothers to shield them.
“Don’t go,” Michael said abruptly, they continued to move even though Luke was regarding him with confusion in his eyes, “miss your jump, we’ll say you were ill,”
“I can’t miss my jump, I’ll be branded a coward,” Luke stated,
“Better a coward than dead,” Michael grumbled, but not even he believed that, that mentality had been beaten out of him in basic training. “Why would you leave if you knew it lead to death?” Michael asked,
“I don’t know… maybe I believe in reincarnation,” Luke mused, Michael frowning, “that maybe somewhere down the line, I’ll come back, you’ll come back, but we won’t be brothers anymore, and this won’t be illegal at all… we’ll meet, and I’ll hold you, kiss you, make love to you… nobody will question it, we won’t have to hide…” his voice was hushed, only Michael could hear him over the music,
“You think dying will bring that quicker? Luke you’re insane,”
“No, I’m optimistic… but I don’t know if it’s going to be me, Michael,” Luke pointed out, meeting Michael’s gaze, silently telling him what that meant, “And I want to be as far away as possible, as unreachable by communications as possible so I can carry on pretending you’re okay for as long as my will can carry me,” he uttered, and Michael wanted to weep, to wake up from this nightmare, from his brother’s cruel prediction that he knew would come to fruition, because god he felt it too.
“I can’t do this,” he pulled away then, Luke falling after him, trying to keep a hold of his brother but Michael was gone, darting from the main hall, leaving his brother to follow sluggishly behind.
Michael was in a lone empty room at the back of the building when Luke found him, clutching the splintered edge of a desk and scrunching his eyes closed, shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his overwhelming emotions. Luke closed the gap, pressing his hands to Michael’s shoulders, massaging them lightly as he peered over his shoulder; Michael relaxed some, shrugging from Luke’s grasp and turning around, reaching up to run his fingers over the scruff of Luke’s jaw, Luke knew Michael hated when he didn’t shave, but he didn’t care.
Luke sealed their mouths together, hands cupping Michael’s jaw, tilting his head slightly and deepening the kiss; Michael accepted it, pushing himself against his brother eagerly, running his hands through his hair and trying to pull him closer, knocking his hat to the ground.
It was risky doing this here, but Michael didn’t care so Luke didn’t either, moving his hands to Michael’s hips and lifting him to sit him on the desk, easing between spread thighs and kissing him harder, desperate to meld together and become one. Michael was the one to break the kiss though, pushing Luke away and panting, he’d gotten a grip on his emotions, held back any sorrowful urges, he just wanted to make love to his brother, but that seemed final, like a goodbye, and he couldn’t do that, couldn’t admit that Luke was right about this.
“We need to stop…” Michael growled, and Luke stepped away, picking up his hat before turning on his heel and heading back to the dance, leaving his brother to do whatever he needed to do; he distracted himself by dancing with anyone who wanted to, even sneaking a kiss here or there. He wanted Michael to be angry when he was back, to draw some of that possessive nature from his older brother to make their last night together one to remember, but Michael never returned to the dance, somehow he had slipped away without Luke knowing.
He was asleep in his cot when Luke stumbled into their quarters, he’d maybe found an old bottle of whiskey in the town hall, cracked the rare antique open and downed the burning liquid as he staggered home. He dumped the bottle on the side and approached Michael’s sleeping form, dropping onto his backside on the floor and running his fingers over his brother’s sleeping face.
“Love you…” he mumbled, “Love you so much… I… I don’t want to die Michael… please don’t let me die…” he whimpered, dragging a hand down his own face, trying to get a grip, he didn’t know it would be him, but with D-day fast approaching, he sort of did, he knew he wasn’t going to walk out of this one, wasn’t going to see his brother again, that was enough to kill him on its own. He pushed off of the floor and slipped into Michael’s cot, it was cramped and his joining woke Michael up, but the older male didn’t say anything, just pulled Luke’s arm around him and accepted his presence before drifting off again.
The following morning, Luke took his motorcycle and rode to Aldbourne, less than a month had passed before an older officer approached Michael with a letter saying that his brother had been on the plane that had crashed near Beuzeville-au-Plain on the 6th of June.
FILL: Team Balthazar/Castiel-Michael/Lucifer or Michael&Lucifer up to you
From:PROMPT: Anna/Ruby; WWII Housewives (Team Castiel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:13 pm (UTC)FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-19 07:24 am (UTC)As Anna's fingers worked under the warm water to rid spots of dried grease from her favorite baking dish, her eyes began to wander.
She knew the woman who lived across the street had just seen her husband off to the war as well. They'd been quiet since they moved in. Sometimes Anna made pies and casseroles for her neighbors but the couple across the street never came to neighborhood cook-offs or parties, so she had no clue what kind of things she could make for them. It troubled her a little.
So when she popped her head up to glance out the window and saw the woman with dark curls standing at her sink as well, an idea rose up inside her. Anna hadn't seen anyone apart from the mailman, the paperboy and the grocer all week, she was beginning to miss interaction. And she could have sworn the other woman was looking back at her.
Lucky for her, Anna had baked an apple pie less than an hour ago and it was still steaming on her counter. It was almost as if she had been planning this unintentionally all along.
She dried her hands off and let the water out of the sink. As she waited for it to drain, she watched the woman across the street between her plaid curtains. For some reason, Anna became anxious with the idea of interacting with another war wife. Michael would probably be brought up in conversation and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that, not having heard from him in over three months.
Yet somehow, she found herself walking out of her house, pie in hand, making her way to the neighbor's porch.
Anna rang the doorbell, taking a deep breath directly after she did so. The bottom of the tray was starting to burn her hands as she held the pie and waited for an answer.
The door opened slowly.
"Don't you live across the street?" the woman asked, her lips pursing together.
Anna nodded, smiling. "Yes, I do."
"Is that a pie?"
Chuckling a little, Anna nodded again. "I just made it and realized I couldn't eat the whole thing by myself. I was wondering if you wanted some."
The dark haired woman's brow wrinkled a little but she didn't say anything in response.
Anna sucked in a breath. "It's kind of burning my hands though....I have to set it down."
"Oh, sorry. Come in."
Anna hurried inside, being lead to the kitchen and setting the dessert down on the counter.
"I'm Ruby, I don't know if we've met." She held out her hand and Anna took it without hesitating.
"Your hands are really warm." Ruby smiled.
"It was the pie...and I'm Anna." All of a sudden Anna felt her stomach begin to twist and turn. The feel of someone else's touch again was strange. It brought some color to her cheeks.
"So you just make pies for fun?"
She shrugged. "I used to make them for my husband, but um...now I just do it to pass the time. I like to bake."
Ruby stared at her for a moment, eyes wandering over Anna's small frame before snapping back to her face.
"Yeah...baking was never really my thing. Maybe that's why my husband got sick of me and joined the army." She laughed but Anna could tell from experience that it wasn't exactly amusement but discomfort.
"He wasn't drafted?"
Ruby shook her head. "Sam was a lawyer. He could have gotten out of it, but he decided to join anyway."
Anna nodded.
It was silent for a moment. Both ladies kept passing each other awkward glances, then looking away as if it was an accident.
"You um, want to sit down? It looks like it'll be a little while til the pie cools down enough to eat." Ruby offered, leading Anna into the other room. Their house was a little smaller than hers and there weren't nearly as many furnishings or decorations. Anna found it a little peculiar, but then again, she found Ruby a little peculiar as well. She seemed different than most war wives. It was kind of refreshing and a little... attractive.
Ruby sat down in an armchair and Anna followed, sitting across from her, folding her hands in her lap.
"You're new to Brook Falls, aren't you?"
"Mhm." Ruby responded, looking down at the floor. "We've been here for just about a year. What about you?"
"Five years. I like it."
"Yeah..."
They were quiet again.
Anna was beginning to wonder if this had been a terrible idea. All they were doing was making small-talk, awkward small-talk. She began to fiddle with her thumbs, feeling a sweat rise up at the back of her neck.
"Maybe I should–"
"No..." Ruby looked up. "Stay."
They smiled, making eye contact again.
"I get lonely..." The dark haired woman sighed, shrugging a little. "Sorry if that's a little personal. I've been told I overstep my boundaries."
"No, it's alright. I get lonely too." Anna extended her hand, placing it on top of Ruby's. "That's kind of why I decided to stop by and say hello."
Ruby looked down at their fingers overlapping. "I figured..."
Anna could have sworn her heart was pounding, ready to burst free from her chest. Why was she acting this way? Ruby was just another housewife like her. She was a woman. That in itself was enough to confuse her. Although, Anna had to admit, she had spent some time eyeballing Bettie Page on the cover of magazines in the grocery market every once and a while.
For some reason, she didn't remove her hand.
"Do you wanna watch something on the television? I just got one." Ruby offered after more silence, not moving her hand either.
Anna raised an eyebrow. "If you want."
Neither woman made any effort to move.
"I'm not a lesbian."
Anna pulled her hand away quickly, cheeks reddening fast. "Well I'm not either."
"I saw you watching me earlier."
"I..." Anna's mouth gaped open as she struggled to find a quick enough response.
"It's okay. I understand. Like I said, it gets lonely."
More silence and time passed.
"I think I should go." Anna stood, smoothing her skirt, trying to get some of the sweat off her palms.
Ruby looked up at her from where she sat, her expression slowly fading. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"What?"
"I didn't mean to come off as someone like that."
"It's-"
"I'm not a lesbian."
"You said that already..." Anna looked down.
"But that doesn't mean we can't...you know..."
The red haired woman perked her eyes up, wide and searching Ruby's face for some sort of answer to her spinning thoughts.
"What do you mean? I don't-"
Standing up, Ruby took a step towards Anna, bringing a hand to her waist so she could press their chests together.
"What are you-" Anna began to protest, completely lost, but before she could complete her train of thought, a pair of lips were pushed up softly against hers.
Anna trembled a little, her eyes fluttering to stay open. She hadn't been touched like this in over a year, let alone been kissed.
Ruby didn't pull back, slipping her hands lower and moving down Anna's back to cup her butt and pull her closer.
A strangled noise escaped Anna's lips, vibrating against Ruby's skin. The air between them was becoming hot as they continued kissing and groping absently.
Anna's hands had found the other woman's breasts and she ran her fingers across them before resting at her neck. Their hips were bumping, mouths gently exploring.
Ruby began to lift Anna's skirt, her fingertips tracing the inside of her thigh. Anna groaned and arched towards her. Damn, it had been too long since she'd felt like this.
"What are you doing?" She whispered between tiny gasps for air.
"When was the last time you had sex?" Ruby's mouth found her ear and she sucked carefully.
"This isn't sex..."
"No?" Her fingers rubbed over Anna's panties where she was surprised to find were already warm and a little wet.
Anna's legs were shaking as she moaned again. She was cursing herself for enjoying this so much.
Pressing up into the warmth, Ruby circled her fingertips, focusing on the spot that elicited twitches and noises from the other woman. Her other hand was holding Anna steady by the waist so she didn't fall back.
After only a minute or two, Anna began to buck her hips, clenching her hands around strands of Ruby's long hair as they kissed fervently. She was losing control, utterly embarrassed at how soon she was orgasming and how desperate it must have made her seem.
"Oh God..." She groaned, biting her lip.
Ruby held her as she shook out the last little effects of her release.
Anna pulled away quickly, blushing and catching her breath. She smoothed down her skirt, looking away from Ruby.
"Hey, it's alright..."
"I'm sorry...that was...that was wrong of me..." The red haired woman wrapped both arms around herself, eyes at the hardwood floor.
"No...not really. You'd be surprised how many women do this kind of thing when their husbands are away."
She picked her head up, still flushed. "Really?"
"Mhm." Ruby rubbed her shoulder. "I won't tell."
Anna nodded, letting out a long, heavy exhale she'd been holding in.
"Thank you."
A smile rose to Ruby's lips.
"Hey, you know what?"
Anna cocked her head.
"I bet the pie's cooled off now."
A smile slowly spread on Anna's face and giggling, Ruby took her by the hand, leading her into the kitchen. Sure enough, the pie had stopped steaming and was ready to eat.
Re: FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Re: FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Re: FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Re: FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
From:Re: FILL: Desperate Housewives, NC-17 (Team Ash/Jo)
From:FILL: Art fill, (Team Castiel/Sam)
From:FILL: Anna/Ruby; WWII Housewives (Team Anna/Ruby)
From:PROMPT: Dean/Castiel, Regency (Team Adam/Michael/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:27 pm (UTC)Bad Regency Romance Novel plotline, I choose you!
PROMPT: Anna/Jo, Late 50s (Team Adam/Michael/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:34 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Castiel/Sam; Ancient Greece [NSFW] (Team Castiel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:43 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Gabriel&Lucifer, Jurassic (Team Gabriel/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:52 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Adam/Michael, Greek Myth (Team Adam/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-11-17 07:58 pm (UTC)Does not, of course, have to be exact -- take liberties and adjust aspects to make it less creepy, make Michael an angel rather than a god (er, provided that doesn't violate the rules...), etc, etc...
PROMPT: Balthazar/Castiel, Titanic (Team Adam/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-11-17 08:25 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Adam/Michael, 1950s (Team Adam/Lucifer/Michael)
Date: 2012-11-17 08:57 pm (UTC)PROMPT: any/any 1960's America, first time using LSD (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-17 10:16 pm (UTC)FILL: any/any 1960's America, first time using LSD (Team Lucifer/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-24 10:46 pm (UTC)Ash: Yep.
Playlist;
Lucy in the sky with diamonds ~ The Beatles
Purple Haze ~ Jimmy Hendrix
Mushroom Cult ~ System of a Down
White Rabbit ~ Jefferson Airplane
Monsters in the Parasol ~ Queens of the Stoneage
Lake Shore Drive ~ Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah
Re: FILL: any/any 1960's America, first time using LSD (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:Re: FILL: any/any 1960's America, first time using LSD (Team Lucifer/Sam)
From:PROMPT: Adam/Jo, Pearl Harbor (Team Ash/Jo)
Date: 2012-11-17 10:23 pm (UTC)Fill: Fanmix, Adam/Jo, Pearl Harbor (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)
Date: 2012-11-23 02:30 am (UTC)The War - Angels and Airwaves
Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice
Worlds Collide - louden swain
You Had me from Hello - Kenny Chesney
Be Be Your Love - Rachel Yamagata
Lovebug - Jonas Brothers
My Heart - Paramore
Magic - Colbie Caillat
Just got Started Lovin' You - James Otto
History in the Making - Darius Rucker
Feels Like Home - Chantal Kreviazuk
I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
Dress & Tie - Charlene Kaye
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Re: Fill: Fanmix, Adam/Jo, Pearl Harbor (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)
From:PROMPT : Lucifer/Sam&Dean, Medieval (Team Jess/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 10:38 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Lucifer/Sam&Dean, Medieval (Team Sam/Lucifer)
Date: 2012-11-24 03:30 am (UTC)You would wonder where is it he is going. He has, after all, been consistent - vanishing once every week into the young night for quite some time. Anybody else may assume mischief, or a lady friend. You know better. You know that shadow. You've known him all his life, and most of yours, and it was your father who handed him to you in infancy. It was then that you were told to watch over him, for he was your little brother. Your responsibility. So yes. You know Sammy, better than anybody ever could.
Perhaps
Years ago it's been, since the first midnight rendezvous. You were the one to bring him there, to the glade, deep and safe in the forest's gloom. If was for the best; that's what you whispered to yourself to steel your nerves. Illegal- oh most grievously certain- but for Sammy's safety. And though your father never once stated as such, deep down you know, Sammy's safety trumps the laws your father wrote.
And if they don't - well, you'll just change them when you're king anyways.
It was there, so many years ago, that you learned magic was not just evil. It was so much more. In that glade you witnessed the sky dance in the palm of a boy's hand. You witnessed flowers glow and bloom and wither in mere moments. You saw animals dance, listened to their singing, all at the persuasion of a fiery young dame.
You learned the curse of magic then. How, if untapped and unused, it festers like rotten flesh, killing the man. Or, if used too often, if abused, the man descends into madness. If Sam abstained from his magic gifts - he would have died. If he uses it too much...
Well, at least now you understand why so many wizards and witches are 'evil'.
Sammy's off into the night, and you know well where his heading lies. It lies in the magic glen and the arms of the blonde wizard boy who showed him the Northern Lights in his hands. You never liked the kid - well, he's a man now, your age - but Sammy deserves that kind of madness, the sweet madness that the masses named love.
Your father sought to make him a knight. Sammy, a knight! The thought was laughable, though you never once countered your father's words. Sammy was too kind a soul. He used his magics to heal the birds that the stray practice arrows wounded, each morning after target practice. He even used it to maintain the flowers adorning the castle and it's maids just a bit longer than normal. There has always been an innocence to him, an innocence you never want battle to taint. Despite your heart, you said nothing. Father wanted it.
But your father is dead now, followed your mother to the afterlife, leaving you and your brother.
The crown that now sits upon your head is an unfamiliar weight. But it is fitting. You're foreign to it as well. You never did want the crown, but it's your solemn duty to your people, and you love your people.
You tear your focus away from the window. Sam is long gone; there is nothing worth watching through it's glass now. You have duties you must attend to. Duties you have been postponing since your coronation, two weeks past.
There is a shortage of grains this year. Rations might be needed to ensure no famine follows the unlucky crop season. The weather shows signs of a harsh winter approaching. The nearby kingdoms are warring and both seek your allegience. So many problems....
And then there is that. The moral struggle that has torn you from the insides since first discovering the magic Sammy could wield. Should you lift the ban?
Logically it does nothing but instill an illusion of comfort. Most wielders are nonviolent, leaning towards the death side of the magic using spectrum. The violent witches and wizards that the people fear are insane, and there is little one can do to control the insane. Or is that his heart speaking, rather than logic? The people are safe under the ban's firm enforcement. Maybe you are clouded by your own emotions, biased towards magic because it is what your brother must do to live. Or is it that now you know of magic's true curse, you understand?
But would you risk your people's security by ripping away the ban and it's thin curtain of protection? Would you do that? Would you throw your people into fear?
Would you let Sam be who he is in the dark, become who he is in the light?
And suddenly, there is no choice to make. You smile softly to yourself. In the morning you will rouse a weary Sam. You will call for a gathering. All the people of your kingdom shall stand in the castle walls - all of them. From the farmers, to the carpenter, to the nobles, to the gypsies, to the serfs, to the family of 'physicians' you have known since the age of ten. You will announce to the heavens the truth of magic. You will make your choice.
Even though it was never really a choice to begin with.
Re: FILL: Lucifer/Sam&Dean, Medieval (Team Sam/Lucifer)
From:Re: FILL: Lucifer/Sam&Dean, Medieval (Team Sam/Lucifer)
From:PROMPT: Sam/Gabriel (or Sam&Gabriel), Viking Age (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-17 10:47 pm (UTC)It could be pre-"Loki is Gabriel", if so, Gabriel essentially pities him and wants to tell him how badly things will go wrong, but can't.
PROMPT: Jess/Sam, Victorian Era (Team Jess/Sam)
Date: 2012-11-18 12:03 am (UTC)PROMPT: Bela, Prohibition Era (Team MotW)
Date: 2012-11-18 03:06 am (UTC)FILL: Bela, Prohibition Era (Team Adam/Michael)
Date: 2012-11-22 05:49 am (UTC)1. Prohibition Blues - The Missourians
2. Bring Back Those Wonderful Days - Arthur Fields
3. Everybody Wants A Key To My Cellar - Bert Williams
4. Dry Voters And Wet Drinkers - Joe Adams & James Clark
5. I'll See You In C-U-B-A - Jack Kaufman
6. I'm A Jazz Vampire - Marion Harris
7. Never Let No One Man Worry You - Marion Harris
8. Everybody's Jazzin' It - Prince's Band
9. The Vamp - Joseph C. Smith's Orchestra
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(All the music is from the 1920s, and most of them are actually about the Prohibition itself. Figured a lot of these fit Bela and what her job would entail during the time period, especially since alcohol had to be smuggled back in the day and she'd be perfect for the job. Kind of reminds me of the HBO show Boardwalk Empire, if you've ever seen it. Anyway, rambling now. Hope you enjoy this!)