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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!
PROMPT: TEAM hoshizora rin/koizumi hanayo/nishikino maki
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FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
The first time they try to have sex, Lev has a panic attack before Yaku's briefs are even off. By the time Lev finishes heaving into the potted plant in the corner of Yaku's room, the mood is officially ruined.
"Are you okay?" Yaku asks, half concerned and half annoyed as he returns from the bathroom with a warm towel.
Lev makes a flailing motion with his hands and sighs when Yaku steps forward to wipe at his face. "Sorry I ruined us, Yaku-san," Lev mumbles, then yelps when Yaku pulls on his cheeks.
"You didn't ruin us, although you did ruin my plant." Yaku pushes all thoughts of cleaning up the disaster zone to the back of his mind. "Are you not feeling well? We should go to the hospital if you're sick."
Lev mumbles something under his breath.
Yaku frowns. "What?"
Lev repeats something a decibel louder.
"Speak up," Yaku says.
"I WAS NERVOUS!" Lev shouts, then shrinks in on himself. "It's kinda... um.. Scary? Haha. Sorry I'm so uncool, Yaku-san. I'm not good enough to be the ace and I'm not good enough to be your boyfriend." He crouches down to pick up his discarded clothes, then blinks when he finds that Yaku is already wearing his hoodie. "Just let me hate myself and lea-"
Yaku sighs and pulls at one of Lev's ridiculously long arms. "Stop right there."
Lev makes a tortured noise.
"It's okay to be nervous," Yaku says as he pulls Lev down to sit next to him. "Sex is weird, I know. We don't need to do anything unless you're ready."
"I was ready," Lev argues, but deflates when Yaku pushes Lev's cheeks until he's looking at the puke plant.
Yaku almost wants to laugh. "You clearly were not."
"Well, I thought it'd be like volleyball? I'll just get on the court and make it happen?"
"Sex is not like volleyball." Yaku manages to pinch a small patch of skin on Lev's arm, making him mewl in surprise. "Who even told you that? Actually, don't answer that question. Anyways, we don't need to do anything we're not comfortable with. All athletes should know their limits."
"There are no limits for me!" Lev has the audacity to say. Still, he pulls his arm back just in case. "I just want this to be real, Yaku-san."
Yaku levels him an unimpressed look. "I am real, or did you think you were dating a ghost?" When Lev gives him an over eager pout, Yaku sighs. "Our relationship isn't defined by what we do in bed. Sex is such an afterthought for me. As long as we play volleyball together, I'm happy."
"Then what happens after you graduate?"
"Well." Yaku considers this. "How about you focus on what makes you comfortable for now, and we'll think about sex after we win nationals?"
"Okay," Lev says, much like an appeased cat. "Can we still cuddle?"
Yaku grins. "Yeah. After you clean up that mess."
FILL: Team Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; G
I haven't read a single fic for them, so I don't know how accurate the characterization is, but this prompt called out to me for some reason, so here I am, writing levyaku. I hope everything's alright ;v;
“Get your ass off the ground! Time to receive!”
He can talk, Lev’s brain supplies unhelpfully as he scrambles to his feet. He’s aching, his muscles screaming, his bones creaking with exhaustion. Still, he pulls himself up, wiping sweat off his forehead with the fabric of his shirt. It must be forty degrees in the gym, minimum. That’s a Tokyo summer for you, he guesses.
“Yaku-san, please give me a break,” he begs, “I just need five minutes and I’ll be receiving those spikes with ease!”
Yaku’s relentless. “You don’t get breaks during matches just because you’re tired. Grit your teeth and get to it!” he snaps, showing no signs of compassion whatsoever.
“Yaku-san, please,” Lev laments, dragging his feet across the floor.
“‘Please’ isn’t going to get you anywhere in life. If you don’t get to it right now, I’ll personally kick your ass.”
That certainly helps. Lev shudders, knowing just how much of a punch Yaku can pack if he’s angry, especially when it comes to disobeying underclassmen. Even though he’s never seen him boss around any of the other first years, so Yaku must hold a personal grudge against him. He wouldn’t say it hurts, but it does sting a little sometimes, and it’s not like he can ask for the reason—he’d just risk another bloody lip.
“One receive from the ace, coming right up,” Lev wheezes, assuming a comfortable stance that he hopes will allow him to lunge to either side if necessary.
Kenma sets the ball up in the air, Yamamoto hits it. It comes flying right at Lev, but it looks a little short so he steps in, gets ready to return it—
—and misses.
“Sorry!” he squeaks, readying himself for another of Yaku’s infamous curtain-lectures, but it doesn’t come. Not even a tiny insult, nothing. Calling this behavior unusual may be the understatement of the year. Hadn’t he been fuming only moments ago?
“Again! Keep your eyes on the ball, observe its course closely,” Yaku instructs. “You don’t want them to fake you out with dumps. Read the spiker’s movements.”
Perplexed by the lack of both verbal and physical violence directed at him, Lev gets back into position, but his concentration has lapsed into nothingness. His focus has shifted from the task at hand to Yaku’s way of handling him today. Is he sick? Lev wonders. Maybe he’s tired, too. Lev doesn’t dare to ask, and neither does he get a chance to. Yamamoto’s spikes make sure of it.
Lev’s initial miss is followed by many more, each more devastating than the next. It’s a hopeless endeavor, and he can feel Yaku’s eyes boring holes into his body. Soon, his movements become sluggish and laggy; he’s reached his limit. One more attempt at receiving and he’ll be done for, black out, collapse.
“That’s it for today, grab your shit and get changed,” comes Yaku’s voice, disappointment audible beneath a layer of something Lev can’t quite figure out. Whatever it is, he’ll take it. He acknowledges Yaku’s words with a curt nod before he hurries out of the gym for fear of Yaku changing his mind and exploding on him after all. That wouldn’t be a first by a long shot.
People file out of the gym slowly, some chatting, others enjoying the fresh air in quiet solitude.
Lev’s got his sports bag slung over his shoulder as he makes his way towards the school gate, secretly glad he’s got this day over with despite his blatant failure. He can’t help but think that having Yaku scream at him would’ve been less scary than … whatever it was that occurred earlier. He’ll probably be back to his normal self soon enough.
He’s almost reached the gate when he catches sight of a short figure and dirty blonde, windblown hair, just a few steps ahead of him. Crap, maybe Yaku-san just saved his lecture for another moment. Maybe that moment is now.
“Yaku-san,” Lev greets, feeling stupid. He never feels stupid.
“Lev.”
“Yes?” Lev fumbles with the strap of his bag, the setting sun burning on his neck.
“You’ll start practicing receives first thing tomorrow morning, just so we’re clear,” Yaku says, “you’re terrible.”
“Hey!” Lev’s got an objection half formed on his tongue, but instead he says, “How come you didn’t get angry at me today?”
Yaku blinks at him in confusion, and then the corners of his mouth crinkle upwards. “What, did you want me to?” he laughs. He’s laughing. Lev can’t believe it. It’s a nice laugh, too, melodious and warm.
“Don’t you always go on about how terrible I am? I thought you hated—”
“I don’t hate you,” Yaku intercepts, smile still intact, “I want you to get better at what you do. You’re just a bit of a blockhead, is all. Calls for drastic measures to get through to you sometimes.”
“For someone so small you sure talk big,” Lev quips, inwardly glowing at Yaku’s admission of non-hatred. Sure enough, this warrants a kicked shin, and he yelps in pain, hopping up and down on his uninjured leg.
“Drop the comments about my height and we’re good,” Yaku says pointedly, delivering a softer punch to Lev’s bicep for good measure. “And now go home and get some sleep, I want you to be in top condition tomorrow. The Spring Tournament is right around the corner.”
“Yessir!” Lev bows quickly before they part for the second time that day. Except, he manages all of two steps before Yaku’s voice calls out to him again.
“Oh, and Lev?”
Lev turns around, blinded by the last rays of sunlight hitting his eyes. They seem to catch in Yaku’s hair, dying it golden. “Yeah?”
Yaku waves, his eyes smiling. “Goodnight.”
And just like that he turns back around and continues on his way home.
Lev’s left staring after him for a long moment, trying to form words. When none come to mind, he closes his eyes, takes a breath. New motivation flows through his veins as he recalls the warmth of Yaku’s laugh, and he makes it his new goal to get him to do it again. Lev often skips while walking, but tonight there’s an extra spring to his step.
I don’t hate you could well be the first step to I like you, after all.