Bonus Round 1

[centrumlumina]

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.

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.

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Fill: Castiel/Crowley, Age of Sail (Team Ash/Jo)

[bluemyrian]

"This would go much smoother for you Castiel if you would just talk to me."

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.