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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
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 GRANDSTAND, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Selfcest, shades of Dorian Gray
Word Count: 585 words
(happy birthday oikawa)
***
It was not raining on the day that he stepped out of the photograph.
Years later, Oikawa Tooru would look back and dream that it had been; that a storm had battered at his windows and shaken the panes of fragile glass, and the lightning had kissed the sky just as he had kissed him, electric.
The truth, lost to a temperate summer night, was a lot more prosaic, but it wouldn’t be the first thing he’d rewritten.
/
He woke up one day with the bruise on his face gone, and the stinging pain in between his eyes a dull throb, the memory of it hurting more than the sensation itself. Slowly, he raised a hand to his face and touched the bridge of his nose. When he swung himself out of bed, his knees flexed with an ease that he hadn’t felt in months.
It was almost as if he hadn’t thrown himself to the ground for a receive yesterday, misjudged every angle and hit the floorboards with a whip-crack sound that echoed in his head. It was almost as if—
Fingers on his mouth, he trapped his gasp on the tip of his tongue, held on to this breath. He was not sure whose it was, exactly. It was sweet like honey and milk.
Across the room, the photograph he’d pasted on his bare walls with an old piece of tape was curling at the corners, the edges darkening.
/
His mother had taken this photo at the last Nationals, from the front row of the stands. In it, Oikawa stood with his back half-turned to the audience. The spotlights caught his face in sharp relief, shadows under his eyes and in the tilt of his neck, his lips half-parted. It could have been a laugh, or a sigh, about to slip through them; it could have been a snappy retort to something Iwaizumi said, or a taunt to their opponents. There was no way to tell, now.
She’d given it to him because she had other shots of him in graceful action, one arm thrown back, ball in the air. She had other shots of him with his team and a victory sign at his fingertips. This one was a spare that did not fit in the album.
Oikawa could not bear to throw it away, so he stuck it up and thought little more of it.
When he lost the first regionals of his high school career to a school he’d never even heard of in the semi-finals, he came home, balled up all his tears into a reddened fist and pressed them into the wall, rested his head against that photograph, so tenderly he thought he felt those parted lips graze his cheek.
/
Sleep, Tooru, came the silken whisper at his ear, and he shifted on his pillow, exhaled. The warmth that curled up beside him was an ache that made his whole body tingle from head to toe. He could no more refuse it than he could stop living.
He did not want to stop living. He was hungry for life.
You don’t have to bear it alone. I’m always here.
You’re always here.
A whirlwind rose from the ashes inside him. He reached inside, breathed it into the mouth that met his own, so beautiful and familiar that every part of him trembled.
/
In the photograph, the bruises blossomed on pale skin, and the side of Tooru that was turned away from the camera smiled.