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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
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.
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!
FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: blood
Other Tags: supernatural elements (youkai), minor violence, vaguely historical AU
Word Count: 762
I'm not entirely sure how I ended up here, but this was the first thing that came to mind when I listened to Days of Moments.
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By night, Taka walks the streets, one hand by his sword. The streets are not nearly so crowded as they are during the day, but the people who are out at the late hour are not necessarily ones Taka would like to meet. He fears the streets at night, but the streets also fear him, for he carries a cursed blade. He rarely draws it, but when he does, it refuses to return to its scabbard until it has tasted blood. So cursed are the blades of the smith Muramasa that the shogun himself has banned his retainers from carrying any of his works.
Taka doesn't care about such regulations. If it makes others less willing to test him, he'll carry the cursed blade. He doesn't like fighting after all, and he's not so close to the shogun that anyone will raise issue over his sword. Out here, in a small town far from Edo, he's not even sure how many would recognize Muramasa's signature on his blade.
He walks alone down the streets, past the shadows that lurk in alleys, waiting to jump on an unsuspecting traveler until they see who it is and fade back deeper into the darkness. He walks alone, but sometimes he thinks he feels another presence with him. It's something almost like a ghostly touch, but he doesn't feel any of the fear he feels at the thought of ghosts and demons. Sometimes he suspects it's a kitsune, but he assumes a kitsune would get up to more mischief, and he can't imagine what about him would attract the attention of such a creature. Whatever it is, it stays silent and hidden, making its presence known only in subtle whispers of wind and an occasional rustle of cloth.
As the months drag on though, Taka thinks he's seeing more and more of the apparition. He's not sure what to make of it, but it doesn't seem to threaten him. Maybe it's just the long, lonely nights getting to him, but sometimes, when his mind starts to wander in the last hours before dawn, he thinks he sees a scrap of fabric on the wind, an ornate brocade that flickers back out of sight as quickly as it appears. Other times it's flash of fur, as red as autumn leaves or white as snow.
It's not until one night, when he finds himself in a fight he doesn't think he'll win, that he finally sees his companion in their true form. He's walking home after his patrol, the bell having just tolled the seven strokes of the hour of the tiger, when he's ambushed by six men. He draws his sword in an instant, his blood boiling in response to the sword's power, but even as strong as he is, he struggles against the six ronin. An opponent's blade bites deep into his arm, and he barely keeps hold of his own.
Even with a shorter blade in his other hand, the tides quickly turn against him. He's certain he's going to be defeated when there's a sudden flicker next to him, and then there's a kitsune at his side. The kitsune is far more beautiful than he imagined, dressed in rich robes over russet fur capped with white. Taka wants to tell it not to get involved, not to risk sullying itself with the dirt of the street and the blood of battle.
But then the kitsune opens its eyes to smile at him, and he's lost in the deep, deep blue that seems to hold the universe within it. Any complaint he may have made dies on his lips. The kitsune is a beauty to watch, as deadly as it is graceful, and Taka barely gets in another strike in the fight as the kitsune brings down the ronin in a heartbeat.
Then the kitsune turns to him, and to the blood dripping from his arm. Before he can stop them, the kitsune tears a long strip from his own clothes and uses it to bind the wound. Taka sucks in a breath, unsure whether it's from pain, or from the kitsune's touch and lingering gaze. He's not sure what to say. What does one even say when faced with such a creature?
"We meet at last, Kawamura Takashi," the kitsune says. "Though I wish it could have been in better circumstances."
Taka is speechless, staring until the kitsune pokes him in the small of his back. "Resheathe your sword, proud samurai. It's time you went home. I will accompany you, if you would permit."