sportsanime | Bonus Round 1: AUs

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

This popular round is back once again! To begin this year's SASO, we encourage you to let your mind run wild with alternate ideas and settings.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content in the prompt itself and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here.) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong>	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) * (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours** is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) * (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours** is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.

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)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Major Tags: Drug use (mention only)
Other Tags: mentions of sexual activity, the 80s, over-use of italics
Word Count: 925

This was either going to be a 50,000 word novel about small-town northern Alberta, the homes we leave, the homes we find, and how watching Wayne Gretzky on the ice could make anybody cry. Or this. It was all I had time for.

***

P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

Celestino fluffed up his perm and slipped on his favourite bright orange sweatband. He checked his Swatch: 6:55 pm. He sighed. He was starting to dread his seven o'clock class.

All his aerobics classes were well-attended — the community centre had even reduced his room rental to encourage him to run more classes – but the seven o'clock had him. The boy.

"Young man" would be more accurate, Celestino acknowledged grudgingly. Either way, he was becoming more of a problem with every evening. And it was indeed every evening.

Celestino slid the cassette with this week's new music into the boombox and headed to the room to make sure the mats were all in place. He loved sharing the gift of fitness in his classes but he had to spend way too much time listening to popular music to keep his classes fresh.

A crowd of people were already in the room, chatting and stretching. Women, like most of Celestino's attendees, and him. Chris.

"Christophe," he'd said, when he introduced himself three weeks ago, blond head tipped to one side, all preppy popped collar and sweater tied over his shoulders. Celestino doubted it was anything other than plain "Christopher".

And, predictably, as soon as Celestino came in and started setting up, Chris strutted over to talk to him.

"Hey, Celestino," he said, running his fingers deliberately through his feathered hair. He put his hand on Celestino's arm. "Did you want to get a beer with me after this?"

"It's time for class," Celestino said, and moved away, letting Chris's hand slip off his arm and ignoring the undeterred look Chris gave him.

But he couldn't ignore Chris once class had started because he was right there, front row centre, even though he was so tall it would have been more courteous to stay in the back. Right there and sweating at Celestino in a low-scooped tank-top the same neon orange as Celestino's headband and terrycloth shorts that Celestino could swear were getting shorter and tighter with every class.

Chris's bleached (Celestino could see the roots) hair flopped against his tanned forehead and he somehow made the poppiest moves into a sensual invitation. This was probably what made this particular class so popular, not to mention shifting some of the inevitable attention from female students away from Celestino. Celestino supposed he should be grateful.

But Chris's attention was completely fixed on Celestino. Celestino usually had to deal with a few obsessed housewives every year but this persistence from a young man probably twenty years his junior was a new experience. A new, highly frustrating experience.

Because it was starting to work. Because Celestino had a hard time keeping his eyes away from those tanned shoulders and long arms, those green eyes and long eyelashes. That taut torso and strong thighs.

Because as often as Chris stretched in front of Celestino, twisting into a pose that was pure T&A, Celestino still thought about seeing more. About dropping his wristband just to watch Chris bend over to pick it up.

After class, while the rest of the group filed out of the room, Chris, inevitably, came up to Celestino. "How about that beer?" He looked Celestino up and down and Celestino was embarrassed to be glad he was wearing his new blue tights.

But when Chris reached out to put his hand on Celestino's shoulder, Celestino swatted him away. "People are watching," he said and realized his mistake just as Chris did too.

"Of course," Chris said, fluttering his eyelashes. "I can wait." He picked up the boombox. "Let me help you with that."

"I'll take it." Celestino grabbed the handle. Chris slid his hand down so his fingers were over Celestino's, warm and way more exciting than was reasonable. But what was reasonable? Celestino wondered when he'd gotten so uptight.

A memory flashed into his mind: dancing naked in the rain at Woodstock, when nothing mattered except the music surrounding him, nothing except peace and love, and the hand stretched out to his own. When had that Celestino slipped away?

Well, fuck. "How old are you?" he demanded.

"Twenty-four." Chris tossed his hair back.

Clearly a lie, Celestino thought. "Show me your driver's licence."

Chris had the grace to look sheepish but he did rummage in his Adidas bag and pull out his wallet.

Twenty. Twenty-year-old Christopher. Half Celestino's age. Just a bad idea all around. Time for Celestino to go back home like every night: smoke some weed, listen to Revolver, and wait for his next trip to the city for anything more.

He handed the licence back and Chris fumbled it, sending both the plastic card and his wallet flying.

"Sorry!" Celestino watched Chris bend over to pick them up, those tiny shorts riding even further up his truly beautiful ass. Celestino swallowed hard. Dammit. "Let's skip the beer," he said.

Chris looked up at Celestino, his face suddenly shining with more than perspiration. "Awesome!" he said. He stood and this time Celestino let him put his hand on Celestino's chest, sliding under the shoulder strap of Celestino's unitard.

Celestino couldn't help leaning in for just one hard kiss, hand on Chris's neck, to show Chris what he was getting into. But when Chris's hand came around onto Celestino's back and his mouth opened to Celestino, Celestino wondered if maybe he was the one who didn't know what he was getting into.

"Your place or mine?" Chris asked, teasing his fingers through Celestino's chest hair.

"Mine," Celestino said. "I have a waterbed."

AHHHHH HE WOULD HAVE A WATERBED. the woodstock mention god. i'm crying.

Of course he had a waterbed. OF COURSE. Aging hippie Celestino is now dear to my heart. I'm incredibly sorry we didn't get to cover whatever amazeballs stuff he was up to during the 70s.

Celestino still thought about seeing more. About dropping his wristband just to watch Chris bend over to pick it up. DROPPING HIS WRISTBAND, god

This is delightful and I am Sold on this ship.

I mean, I would drop my wristband if it meant I could watch Chris bend over to pick it up.

I am so pleased! I'm going to convert more people to Celestino/Chris if I have to go around handing out pamphlets in person.

FUCK HOW DID I NEVER REPLY.

Ohhhhhh my gosh I love this so much, it's spot on what I imagined for this premise and you pull it off so well. I love Celestino's quiet, beleaguered resistance, how he's kind of resigned to the situation but also determined to endure; it makes the moment where he wonders when he got so uptight, and that snapshot image of Celestino dancing at Woodstock in the rain, ring especially true.

I'm also so fond of the fact that Celestino cards Chris and that he really did lie about his age and his name really is Christopher and not Christophe, ohhhhhh I love how hard he's trying, this impertinent, unapologetic boy!! (and may I just say, your characterization of BOTH of them is a delight.)

I love Celestino's "I'm showing him what he's getting into" kiss and him wondering if HE'S the one in over his head, and BOY OH BOY, I love the last line about the waterbed, that is so very eighties. As is all the fashion, I'm forever delighted that of course you went above and beyond with all the fashion details, SIGHS SO FONDLY.

I love this fic so much thank you again for writing it for me!!

This was so fun to write, Lira! And I've been having a really cool convo with someone over it on AO3, so that's a total bonus! I've gotten weirdly invested in this version of them.

You can't fake this level of 80s content. And I'm soooooo regretful that I got rid of my parachute pants. We will never see their like again.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST IT WAS PERFECT <3

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