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Bonus Round 2: Images
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, and/or caps from games.
- Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt official, canon artwork.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Word Count: 1,715
This is baby's first attempt at writing these two because Lin finally pushed me off the dang oikage cliff sorry the only thing I wanna write is AUs, have some spies, please be gentle.
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Oikawa breezes through the high double doors to the ballroom, allowing the sound of the orchestra's playing to wash over him like a tide. It's a slower rhythm than the up-tempo drumming of his heart; he takes a breath in, spreads a smile across his lips, and consciously wills the beating of his pulse to slow toward the pace of the music.
It's almost as if he'd never had a run-in with the security inside the building next door at all.
But there's still too much adrenaline pumping in his veins, too much vigilance playing upon his nerves and keeping him on high alert. At any moment he might hear the wail of police sirens speeding toward the crime scene, the shout of authorities breaking up the party with warnings of a theft in the area. There's always the possibility of an error, of interference, of the job going badly amiss.
It's a possibility, but that doesn't mean it's anything like highly probable. Oikawa is a highly trained operative, and he is very, very good at his job. He has ensured as much, through rigorous training, constant awareness of his surroundings, and intense attention to detail. Oikawa Tooru does not make mistakes.
But sooner or later, the authorities will be made aware of the intel that's been transferred, copied, and Oikawa — a tourist from Japan very much enjoying his trip to Italy — will have been enjoying a fantastic party for the entire evening. He'll be less than a suspect; he will be a veritable non-entity on the radar of the Italians, blissfully unaware of matters of state being carried out next door, just under his ignorant little tourist nose.
Oikawa flashes another smile, more to remind his mouth of the motion to it than anything else, and thrusts himself into the milling, laughing, dancing whirl of party-goers in search of someone to while away the night with... While simultaneously cementing his cover story, lest he be forced to confront local law enforcement against all the odds.
He takes two steps forward, a sway in his hips and that too-bright smile on his lips, before sliding to a stop that's only a little unnatural before a familiar face, a familiar black head of hair, that too-familiar puckered-in expression when the man in question lays eyes on Oikawa and recognition dawns.
"Tobio-chan!" Oikawa says, striding another two steps forward to take dear Tobio by both hands. There's a warmth in his voice that he's the leading expert in faking, a light catching behind his eyes that he ignites by sheer force of will alone.
Of everyone Oikawa might have expected to see in Florence, Kageyama Tobio is at the very bottom of the list.
(On a list of everyone Oikawa might have liked to meet in Florence, Kageyama Tobio ranks lower still than that; if Oikawa could force his esteem into the negatives through stubbornness alone, it would be done.)
"Oikawa-san," Tobio says, and there's less surprise in his voice than Oikawa is expecting. He's getting better, then. Less sloppy than little Tobio-chan was the last time they met.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Oikawa asks.
Tobio pauses, just a beat, just a breath — better, better, less stiff than he used to be — before nodding his agreement. "It has been. I wasn't expecting you to be here."
"Nor I you!" Oikawa says, and laughs. He laughs high and bright, his hand moving to clasp Tobio's shoulder, his teeth doubtlessly winking in the room's multifaceted light. "There's so much we have to catch up on."
Oikawa doesn't want to spend the evening with Tobio, he tells himself quite sternly. Tobio is the worst kind of wet blanket, too stiff and never any fun at parties, and when he was on missions he had a shoot first, ask questions later attitude that Oikawa had always longed, just the littlest tiny bit, to wring out of him with his bare hands. He hopes that whoever has been working with little Tobio in recent years has had better luck with him than that.
Oikawa doesn't want to spend the evening with Tobio, but he knows he has few options better. If he doesn't plaster himself to his old junior's side, why, Tobio-chan could be getting up to anything with anyone, and what kind of spy would Oikawa be if he allowed that information to slip, disregarded, through his fingers?
"Dance with me," Oikawa says, before Tobio can summon the words for any more meaningless small talk. He does not make the words a question.
Beneath his waiting gaze, Tobio's mouth compresses into a hard, stubborn line, that exact mulish look he always got when he was flirting with defiance. But defying the more senior operative was never a wise move while on a mission, and Oikawa is willing to hedge his bets that he isn't the only one attending such a high-priced gala on some other country's dime. He tilts his eyebrows up, arch, knowing, and watches as dear Tobio forces his fledgling pride down.
"Thank you," Oikawa says, as if he's actually received any kind of agreement. He puts his hand out, palm up, fingers raised, and waits until Tobio takes it with his own.
"This brings back memories, doesn't it?" Oikawa asks, as he yanks Tobio in with one sharp, practiced tug against his arm.
—Memories of the last mission they had together, Oikawa's fingers grasped tight around Tobio's hand as he drags him, straining, internally screaming, up from the water they'd both been dunked into. He was shivering so hard he was shaking, shaking with a violence he could not accurately attribute as being from the cold or the fear of that looming possibility of failure, cold inside with dread and cold outside from the dunk in the lake—
Oikawa shakes his head, clears it, and flashes dear Tobio another one of those little, practiced smiles.
"We've done this before," is all Tobio says.
Oikawa knows him well enough to take that limited answer as, yes.
He was always the leader in the past, and allows Tobio no opportunity to turn the tables after all those long years they've been out of practice. It's his hand against Tobio's hand, his arm around Tobio's waist, the hot flat of his palm sliding up Tobio's trim back to curl comfortably just underneath his shoulder blade. There's a flicker of something across Tobio's face as he does it, and Oikawa is no longer attuned enough to his moods to place the meaning immediately. It flutters across Tobio's face, and then it's gone.
"I thought you might have lost the hang of it, Tobio-chan," Oikawa teases, unable to stop the hint of an edge creeping in underneath his voice, the challenge inherent behind the words: show me that you haven't.
"Of course not," Tobio says, forcefully enough that Oikawa can feel that little flare of his old temper.
It's tempting, that old anger. It speaks long stories of days deep in their past, of missions where they were partners and of the secret array of Tobio's buttons, a mystery to anyone else but so easily pressed at his whim by Oikawa's clever fingers. He won't admit it, not about the clumsy, impulsive, rash Tobio-chan of the past, nor to the face of this Tobio-chan who stands before him now in cleanly-pressed suit and tie, but they were a pretty good team, back in the day. When it was Oikawa who was leading them.
It's something like pleasure that warms across his skin then, hot with the certainty that even now he is the one directing the steps. As long as he's one step ahead, as long as he's the only one aware of the tempo, as long as he has more facts than the other guy staring him down across the barrel of a gun, as long as he has all of that, Oikawa will not lose.
He turns Tobio, as deft in his maneuvering as he always has been, turns Tobio in toward the whirl of the other dancers and when he takes his next step, he puts his foot down wrong.
The twinge of pain shoots all the way up his leg, sparks a sympathetic burst of agony across his brain which momentarily causes his vision to blank out sunblind-white. The burn of it dies off just as fast as it tore across his nerves, but the aftereffects linger longer, throbbing hotly in his ankle and causing another little burst of pain with every step that he takes.
Oikawa is still smiling, that same polite, too-pleasant smile that he's mastered for events just such as this, but behind it his teeth are grinding just a bit too tight. He'd thought he'd made it past security on the job without a hitch; the certainty that he'd been very, very wrong settles bitterly into his bones.
"Oikawa-san?" Tobio asks, slowing in his steps as they move along with the music.
"Tobio-chan?" Oikawa shoots back, in a mocking sing-song he resorts to on reflex.
There's another little flash across Tobio's face, and this one Oikawa still knows well enough to place. It's hurt, hurt that Oikawa has snapped at him when he's only — what, offered his concern? Called attention to Oikawa's momentary, damning weakness? Tobio knows about the first time— the last time— he knows about Oikawa's ankle. His utter foolish transparency is the sort of careless misstep Oikawa cannot tolerate.
"Keep dancing," Oikawa says, his voice pleasant even with the force behind each word. "Tobio-chan."
He sees it again, that stubborn defiance, the way dear Tobio's mouth sets hard and thin like he just wants to rip it open and blurt out whatever idiotic, damning thing that he's thinking. But it's a poor habit for a spy, and when Oikawa waits, he's rewarded with the knowledge that whoever is Tobio's handler now, he has Oikawa's junior's bad influences under far better control.
"We still have so much to catch up on," Oikawa continues, as if nothing is amiss.
He dances through another three songs on that ankle, and though his entire leg is screaming with agony by the end, he doesn't allow his posture or his expression to falter in front of Tobio-chan again.
Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
i literally don't believe you this is TOO GOOD FOR IT TO BE THE FIRST TIME????? WHAT???
i'll be back with more eloquent comments but for now i'm sleep deprived and hungry so. later.
[shakes fist at you]
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Never wrote him with Kageyama though. (and I'm the Miyuki half of oimiyu)
But also. Puffs up proudly. I am glad I have done well. ;u;
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andrea covered a lot but!! i want to talk about how lovely the cadence of this is? like the rhythm of your sentences flows so well; it helps convey the image of them dancing so easily and i am such a sucker for that kind of thing.
i love how much oikawa was thinking about how far tobio has come, the little observations and mental notes and !! guh. you got the spirit of oikawa's dichotomy re: tobio so well and i am so so appreciative.
just. just!!!! i'm so grateful for this fill.
Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
yes, he very much wants to avoid kageyama, that's why he needs to remind himself of that. but you know, the situation calls for it, so he'll deal because he's a Professional. oikawa, please. there's also the bonus that even as he claims he'd rather not be with kageyama, he still recognises so much about kageyama, as well as the discrepancies where kageyama's grown, or changed, and oikawa... doesn't know how to deal with that? doesn't know if he wants to deal with feeling something about that. and i like how he forcibly tries to keep control despite -- because?? -- of that:
oh my gosh, i am probably intrinsically incapable of leaving short comments, look at me CONTINUING TO GUSH AT YOU (quietly screams). but!!! but! one last thing: the injury, and kageyama's reaction to not so much the injury itself but to being pushed further away by oikawa because of it.
i honestly shrieked a little irl, then scrolled up to check and, yep, oikawa can't read kageyama's expressions as well as he used to but hurt is still something he knows how to identify? PLEASE TAKE MY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS, oh my god. thank you so much for filling this! <3
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There's probably a lot I'd like to say in return (I'M SO FOND OF THIS SHIP, I'M MAD, I WASN'T GOING! TO WRITE! FOR HAIKYUU!! and yet here I am) but mostly I'm just, so glad, that you enjoyed all these little details I very much enjoyed weaving together, I love spy AUs soooooo much too, This Is My Home.
I'm also utterly delighted you hooked into Oikawa not being able to read other things about Kageyama as well as before but being able to read "hurt" forever because that sure was :') a very deliberate :') choice. :''''')
I love to die and be dead about fictional relationships, hello.