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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- 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 Grandstand
no tags, tattoo artist AU
Package: a manila envelope containing a sketch for a tattoo of a pair of wings
To: Fukutomi
From: Manami Sangaku
Note: Here's the design I was thinking of. When can you do it?
FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Words: 1897
Tags: mentions of scars/past injury, also bit of blood + needles
Manami’s back is a perfect blank canvas. Fukutomi can’t help noticing as he transfers the stencil to Manami’s skin that there isn’t so much as a scratch or a scar.
That makes this unlike every other tattoo Manami has come to him for. The first time Manami showed him a radiation tattoo, four dark blue pinpricks arranged in a diamond, and asked what he could do with it. His other tattoos all work around or over scars. ‘Might as well get something out of it,’ he said once, laughing. He had wanted to turn a scar slicing straight down his leg into a trellis. Morning glory now twines from his ankle to his knee, heavy with blue watercolor flowers.
Fukutomi takes a few pictures of the stencil design on Manami’s back and shows them to him. Manami okays it with an easy smile and lays down to let Fukutomi do his work. As long as he’s happy with it Fukutomi won’t ask about the change, or bring up that there’s a scar on Manami’s other knee that he hasn’t bound up in ink yet.
Of course it’s not his place to tell Manami he needs more tattoos, but he appreciates that Manami keeps coming back to him for more.
Fukutomi believes the feeling is just pleasure at knowing his work is being enjoyed, even though he already gets a satisfying amount of feedback. Many of his friends and teammates have come to him for at least one tattoo. Toudou agonized over design and placement for weeks. Shinkai brought in what are still some of the most incomprehensible sketches Fukutomi has ever seen to explain what he wanted. Arakita now has a heart in a place that generally doesn’t see the sun after his request to, ‘Just fuck me up.’ All of them have made it clear they’re happy with the result.
If his art walks away on someone who enjoys it that’s more than enough for him. It’s easy to keep from falling in love with any finished piece himself. He’s always thinking of what to do next and how to improve his skill.
He still loves it every time he sees Manami wearing shorts.
Manami is completely relaxed while he works. He looks like he’s enjoying a massage with his head pillowed on one arm, eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his lips. If he didn’t know Manami, Fukutomi would assume he’s either meditating or playing it up to prove how tough he is. Except he does know Manami and it’s more of a surprise that he can be still for so long. The only time Manami stirs is when his position needs to be adjusted so Fukutomi can finish outlining the part of the wing that spreads over his shoulder and arm.
Only when Fukutomi finally wipes excess ink from the outline of the first wing does Manami open his eyes.
“I’m a little lightheaded.”
“Did you eat before you came?”
Manami’s sheepish laugh is enough of an answer. Lucky for Manami he’s not the only one to suddenly realize he’s hungry or thirsty halfway through a long session, and the shop owner believes in dealing with that by providing obnoxiously overpriced snacks and soda.
Fukutomi supposes he can only expect so many miracles. Somehow Manami manages to be no more than five minutes late to his sessions and dutifully keeps up with his aftercare.
Fukutomi covers the outlined wing to keep it clean and they both take a short break. He needs to stretch his hand, and Manami could use a few minutes to recover from low blood sugar.
When Manami sits up Fukutomi gets a good view of the rest of his work. His current favorite is the most recent: a thin, curved scar transformed into a stem bent under the weight of bleeding heart flowers.
Every scar is part of a story that Fukutomi is not privy to. Manami didn’t have that scar on his leg in high school and he didn’t have the one under his ribs when he came in for his first tat and that’s all Fukutomi knows.
“I wish I could watch,” Manami complains as they start the second half of the session. By the time Fukutomi is satisfied with the state of the stencil he’s already limp again.
The switch from staring at older work to current is interesting. The wings are stylized and sharp, and will be shaded in black, white, and grey to make it seem like the feathers are catching the light like glass. He’s been thinking about that since Manami gave him the design. Based on past choices, he thought Manami liked bright colors and organic shapes.
He’s probably reading too much into things. For all he knows Manami’s only reasoning is that he already has marks on his body and he might as well decorate them with ink. He said himself that he likes the idea of having wings and he thinks it’s funny when other people say he has them.
Obviously he’s thinking too much about this. If it was anyone but Manami he wouldn’t be trying to analyze it at all.
He has time to finish off the session by shading the one part that will get color: where the wings root into Manami’s back along his spine. When he looks at Manami’s face in between colors he notices that he’s biting his lip, though his breathing remains slow and steady and his muscles stay relaxed under Fukutomi’s hands.
When he finally finishes there’s a hand print on Manami’s lower back thanks to the extra ink on his gloves. He doesn’t remember resting his hand there. He washes away the evidence along with the excess ink and blood.
By the time he’s finished cleaning and wrapping the fresh tattoo Manami at least has his eyes open. He looks like he’s just finished a marathon, dazed and blissful. Neither of them have ever brought up the fact that Manami is a bit of a masochist. Which may contribute more to how relaxed he gets than a high pain tolerance.
Or maybe it’s his blood sugar getting low again.
Fukutomi watches to make sure Manami gets back on his feet with no trouble, processes his bill, and talks him through the aftercare instructions.
“No boyfriend discount!” the owner calls at him.
Manami laughs. Fukutomi wishes he wouldn’t. It wasn’t funny the first time and by now literally everyone in the shop thinks they’re together. It doesn’t help that Manami has only been interested in him from day one, even though he fell back into Fukutomi’s life when he was still finishing up his apprenticeship. (Fukutomi feels like half of what he knows about working with scar tissue he learned on Manami’s body.) His mentor still thinks Manami is a brat and Fukutomi doesn’t have the heart to explain that that was Manami being reasonable.
It really doesn’t help when Manami chirps, “I’ll see you at home!”
“Sangaku.”
Manami stops at the door and Fukutomi follows so he doesn’t have to shout across the shop.
“Eat something before you get back on your bike.” Manami doesn’t need to add any more scars to his collection today.
Manami blinks at him. Of course this was at the very beginning of the aftercare instructions and it’s fallen out of his head by now. He needs to ask someone to look after him when he has to come back for shading.
It’s been years since he was Manami’s captain, but there are still moments like these when he knows exactly how much trouble Manami is going to give him. Right now he doesn’t even have to repeat himself. Manami is happy to switch gears for a suggestion he likes, and it’s the easiest thing in the world to tell Manami to do something he wants to do.
Now he’s confident that Manami will do things in the right order and get home in one piece he can go clean up and get ready for his next appointment.
The rest of the day does not live up to his morning with Manami. He doesn’t expect everyone to be quiet and calm and happy the way Manami is. He can deal with the talkers and he has patience with the twitchers, but he draws a line at whining.
When he gets home his ear is still ringing from being screamed in and he doesn’t want to do anything but eat, sketch, and watch over-dramatic soap operas with Shinkai.
Manami is lying face-down on the couch when he comes in. He’s taken off the wraps and washed his back, and for some reason Fukutomi feels a little better looking at him. The skeleton outline of wings is actually fairly interesting on its own.
“Welcome home.”
Fukutomi answers with his own greeting, already on his way to the kitchen.
“Will you help me put on some ointment?”
“You need to be in charge of your own aftercare.”
“But it’s on my back.”
He should have thought of that before he chose to get a massive pair of wings across his back. He put enough thought into the sketch. “Were you planning on me helping you?”
“Yes,” Manami answers, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s a good sign that he has been babying Manami too much lately.
He does it anyway, because he’s not about to physically punish Manami for relying on him too much. Manami’s skin is too warm under his fingers and he makes himself move slowly. He’s being gentle but he’s also dragging it out.
For some reason it’s very different having Manami wearing nothing but those extra short cut-offs in the shop versus in the living room. For him, it is easy to be professional at work. The fact that they’re friends and he cares for Manami might make him a little too indulgent, but Manami isn’t actually a temptation.
This is not a professional context. Fukutomi is strong enough to resist temptation, but he has to admit he has thought of touching Manami. He could say or do something he never could while working.
“Why do you want glass wings?” He could have given Manami traditional angel wings or cute devil wings. They could be made of cloud or fire or peacock feathers.
“Weren’t you the one who said it?”
“Toudou told you.” How he’d said Manami’s wings were made of glass that shatters as he flies.
Toudou had also said he didn’t understand climbers, but he understands climbers just fine. Climbers only think about climbing the same way sprinters only think about sprinting and he only thinks about the goal. What he doesn’t understand is Manami.
“Those are the wings I wanted.”
Wings that say he’s breakable but he’ll fly anyway? Fukutomi can see that, but doesn’t have any idea what Manami’s seeing.
Maybe it’s like the flowers. Manami doesn’t care about the official meanings, but chooses them for color and shape. Maybe there is no deeper meaning.
He doesn’t realize he’s resting his hands on Manami’s waist until Manami’s hands cover his.
Sometimes Fukutomi wonders what he would do if his self control was just a little weaker.
“I like having a little bit of you on me,” Manami says, and if feels very much to Fukutomi like the end of one conversation and the invitation into another one.