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Bonus Round 1

You better promise me I’ll be back in time...

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.

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Edit: This round is now closed. You may still leave fills if you wish to, but no further points will be awarded.

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Hahah No need to worry about the lack of steampunk, dear. I wanted to add it when I first posted it, but didn't think it 'historical.' When I saw someone else prompt it I just stuck it in for a bonus =]

And don't apologize at all! xD I didn't really see a way this could be a happy little fic xD It was wonderful!

Any ship or gen, running rum and artifacts across borders with (and in) style.

At the biggest dance of the season, someone is ruined and someone else elopes. London is delighted to have two such scandals on its hands.

Lilith doesn't come up for just anything. She'd done her time on Earth and she actually enjoyed hell. However, when a young demon she's had her eye on comes to her and informs her of a brewing war in a newly populated area, she can't pass it up. [ideally this is an event where Crowley shows what he's made of and becomes that potential "right hand man" and probably the beginning of lover too.]

Lilith, not Lucifer, is the one to tempt Eve in the Garden with the offer of freedom and choice.

Edited 2012-11-18 09:57 (UTC)

Castiel is the son of a white man and a native american woman, his people hate the white folk, and he should too, but his mother raised him to judge them on their own merits, in spite of the fact that his absentee father was a terrible example to draw from. He gets the chance to build his own opinion when he is out hunting and sees someone attacked by a wild animal and thrown from their horse, he saves them, leading their horse with them and his kill (the animal) over its back to his small home to try and heal them.

I'd love it if Castiel was also a little bit of an outcast from his tribe, but of his own volition, so he lives in the offskirts of their territory, away from the others.

"That's a pretty suit. Be a shame to waste it."

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.

Edited 2012-11-18 14:18 (UTC)

Gabriel is Dionysus, Sam is a reluctant member of his cult, and Dean is his cynical and cockblocking older brother.

Something based on the version of the Hyacinth legend wherein Apollo and Zephyr become rivals for Hyacinth's love, with Castiel as Apollo, Benny as Zephyr, and Dean as Hyacinth (doesn't have to end in tragedy though!)

Gabriel and Lucifer, assassins of the highest caliber, are trailing their target through the city (think Assassin's Creed).

Edited 2012-11-18 16:35 (UTC)

c.800-900AD.

Northumbria looked to extend it's reach further north into Scotland, lead by Michael, the first son of Bernicia. Lucifer was the eldest of his clan, trying to defend it's borders against the encroachment, but with the arrival of the Vikings, Scandinavian conquerers on the eastern shore, the two might have to put aside an age old feud and band together to protect the land and the people they love.

[Also. Men in kilts. That is all.]

c.1840-1851.

Convict Lucifer Novak is to be transported to one of the penal colonies in Australia from Woolich on the HMS Warrior. The journey is long and arduous, but he befriends one of the jailers, Castiel. On arriving, he manages to 'escape' (with slight assistance), returning ten years later with a source of much intrigue. Does he share his new found wealth, or will the secret of gold in Bendigo die with him.

There are wounds all over Lucifer's body, and he knows he's going to die. He finds himself, instead, being tended tended to by one of the Italians, his enemy. Castiel just wants to help the guy, even if he's the Austrian soldier who killed his brothers.

c.1100-1200

Members of the order of the Pauperes commilitones Christi Templique Solomonici (Knights Templar), the order of the Temple were sworn and bouncy by duty to protect the interests of the Catholic church. A command is given to two brothers to undertake a journey and place it's most precious artefact, the Sangreal (holy grail) in a secret place. The task only becomes harder when they have to choose ~ one of the brothers must stay behind to watch over it for the rest of time...

Michael is a prominent artist of biblical themes employed by the Medici family in Italy. In search of a new model, Michael runs into a foreign merchant named Dean. Dean is everything Michael wants from a model for his namesake, the great Prince of Heaven. But for what price can Michael get Dean to agree to the job?

Bonus for including mention of another model being used for Satan ;]

Wonderful <3

Apparently every fill I make is angsty. I kind of took some BoB influence here. Can also be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/566737

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.

Ellen Harvelle, a widow whose husband died in a gunfight years ago, has been raising her daughter Jo by herself, owning a saloon called the Roadhouse for cowboys and other drifters to obtain shelter while passing through. Jo wants to be a gunslinger like her dad, but that's not exactly the kind of thing a lady should be doing if she wants to hold up her reputation. When a pair of outlaws called the Winchesters come by the bar, Jo decides it's time to make her dream come true and follow in her dad's footsteps. She breaks her mom's rules to learn to fight with the new outlaws in town and win the annual showdown at Town Square.

Dean Winchester, an undercover cop, has been sent to New York City for an investigation focused around a vigilante by the name of Bela Talbot who has been robbing banks all throughout the city.

Sam is the new guard on Death Row at a penitentiary and Lucifer is the big-bad who's date hasn't been finalised yet. Lucifer is charming and serene, he seems harmless enough but Sam is warned to keep his distance.
Something about him draws Sam in though, whether it is pity or curiosity or something else entirely, he makes the mistake of getting too close to the quietly intimidating convict.

The mistake in my head is either getting too close romantically/platonically and having to strap him into the chair and flip the switch himself, or something sinister if that's your bag.

There's a war on -- really, it's The War. Corbett is a half-French aristocrat trapped in France, and Ed is a wounded soldier forced to convalesce in Corbett's family's home.

Kublai Khan's pleasure dome plays host to two warlords and a youth they found wailing for his demon lover. They lovingly teach him what being a monster's lover really means.

I have been shot in the soul.

Thank you.

Castiel is part of the French nobility and Balthazar is a soldier fighting to get him safely out of the country during the height of the French Revolution.

Lucifer is the high priest of Xipe Totec. Adam is a war prisoner, a former general of his army, to be sacrificed on the spring equinox. Adam is brought to the temple a week beforehand to wait for the sacrifice.

Does Lucifer do his job? Does he choose to fall to temptation? Does he fall for the warrior instead? Anything goes. Sorry this god is friggen weird xD I'm a freak?

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Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: Treasure (NSFW) (LINK) (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: Bela, Prohibition Era (Team MotW)

PROMPT: Any, Regency AU (Team MotW)

PROMPT: Crowley/Lilith, Civil War (Team Michael/Lucifer/Gabriel)

PROMPT: Eve/Lilith, Gene...sis? (Team Adam/Lucifer/Michael)

PROMPT: Castiel/any, American West (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: Gabriel/Sam, Greek mythology (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: Castiel/Dean, Benny/Dean, Greek mythology

PROMPT: Gabriel/Lucifer, assassins during the Middle Ages (Team MotW)

PROMPT: The seven kingdoms; Michael/Lucifer, (Team Lucifer/Sam)

PROMPT: HMS Warrior; prison ship, Lucifer/Cas (Team Lucifer/Sam)

Castiel/Lucifer, Battle of Solferino 1859, (Team Castiel/Lucifer)

PROMPT: Templique Solomonici, [Any pairing of brothers?], (Team Lucifer/Sam)

PROMPT: Michael/Dean; Renaissance (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)

Re: FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

FILL: Don't Jump (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: The Roadhouse, Wild West (Team Ash/Jo)

PROMPT: Dean/Bela, 1920s (Team Ash/Jo)

PROMPT: Sam/Lucifer (OR Sam&Lucifer), 1930s (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: Corbett/Ed; WWI (Team Alan/Ed)

PROMPT: Gabriel/Sam/Lucifer; Xanadu (Team Alan/Ed)

Re: FILL: Dean/Castiel, 1912, Titanic (Team Castiel/Dean/Gabriel/Sam)

PROMPT: Balthazar/Castiel, French Revolution (Team Balthazar/Castiel)

PROMPT: Lucifer/Adam; Ancient Aztec (Team Gabe/Luci/Mike)