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

[aimsme]

"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.

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

[team_roadhouse]

Wonderful <3

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

[spinthetireslightthefires]

I have been shot in the soul.

Thank you.