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Bonus Round 2: AUs
Bonus Round 2: AUs
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"
This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
- An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s 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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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)
For fills:
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!
FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T
Word Count: 1,693
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"What are you doing here?" Tadokoro asks, voice booming out across the lawn.
"What am I doing here?" Toudou asks right back. "I've lived here longer than you have, what are you doing here?"
"I was invited," Tadokoro says, a smug grin cracking wide across his face. "And I've only been here, huh, twenty minutes, but from things I've heard I would make the wager that you weren't."
He's leaning in close to Toudou's face by that point, cocky enough that Toudou just wants to set his hand on Tadokoro's face and shove, though he settles for curling away from Tadokoro's leer and pulling his pastry dish out of range of being jostled.
"It's not that I wasn't invited," Toudou says with a sniff, "It's just that I've been very busy these past few weeks, if someone like you can understand that, and I simply haven't had the time to respond to all the social calls being made upon me. A lack of an RSVP doesn't mean I don't want to be here, or that I am unwanted, no matter what gossip you may have stirred up in my tardiness."
"It didn't take a lot of stirring," Tadokoro says.
Toudou only sniffs again, a bit huffier than before, and tries to keep his face from puckering into an unattractive, sour frown. "I'll just be continuing along, if it's all the same to you. I need to place this with the other baked goods before someone overturns my tupperware."
"What, you think I can't be gentle with your piddly little dessert?" Tadokoro says. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the king of desserts. There ain't a better baker in this neighborhood than me."
"Hmph," Toudou says. "Maybe you should try the pie I've brought, and then try saying that again."
"Maybe I will," Tadokoro shoots right back. "I doubt it's anything special."
"We'll see about that," Toudou says, striding past Tadokoro and continuing around the house to where tables for the potluck have been arranged. He walks right past all the appetizers and main dishes, stopping in front of the round dessert table and sliding his carefully-clutched tupperware onto it.
Tadokoro shoves past him, bumping Toudou out of the way and pulling off the lid of Toudou's travel container before he can even try and do it himself.
"Excuse me!" Toudou protests. He brushes his arm off where Tadokoro nudged him, scowling peevishly at the fat back of Tadokoro's head.
"You told me to try it," Tadokoro says, unrepentant. He turns just enough to flash Toudou a cocky grin, before adding, "Where'd they put the knives..."
"Honestly," Toudou says, snatching up a triangular pie slicer from the other end of the table. Despite his complaints, he does offer it to Tadokoro without objection, handle-first. "This isn't that difficult."
"Thanks," Tadokoro does say when he takes it. Then he seems to really see what's waiting for him on Toudou's dish, and let's out a deep, full-throated laugh. "A pie? A pie is your big, amazing dessert that's gonna convince me you're the best baker around? Are you joking?"
"I'm not!" Toudou protests. "I'll have you know this is a time-honored family recipe passed down between generations, and it will be the best pie you've ever eaten. You won't ever try a better pie for the rest of your life."
He casually doesn't clarify that it's a recipe passed down in the Fukutomi family, or that it was Fukutomi's grandmother and little sister who taught Toudou how to make it, when he was in high school and used to visit at their home from time to time. That's not what's important. What's important is that Toudou baked it, with love and care and with a desire to win, and his pie is going to knock Tadokoro's socks off.
"Whatever," is all Tadokoro says, turning the pie cutter in his hand. "It had just better be a damn good pie."
He cuts himself a slice — a nice, generous one, and for a moment Toudou's chest puffs up in pride that maybe Tadokoro is expecting his pie to be good — and levers it onto one of the waiting plates. He grabs for a fork, using the tines to slice off a large bite oozing with sweet, caramelized apple, and lifts it up to his mouth.
Toudou is aware, distantly, that he is holding his breath.
Tadokoro's jaw moves visibly as he chews, large, exaggerated motions that would ordinarily disgust Toudou (though he notes, privately, that Tadokoro does in fact keep his mouth entirely closed). In that moment they transfix him, Toudou watching Tadokoro's face for any signs of enjoyment, or pleasure, or just proof that he's registering what he tastes. He watches Tadokoro's throat, waiting for the bob of it when he swallows.
The bite goes down, and Tadokoro breathes out, and Toudou finds himself breathing out along with him.
"How was it?" he demands.
"Not bad," Tadokoro says with a grin. "Definitely had worse."
"Not bad?" Toudou repeats. "You've had worse? Go on, then, and tell me — have you had better? Who has ever served you a better apple pie than the one you just ate?"
"I dunno," Tadokoro says, shrugging. "I make a pretty mean pie myself. If you want me to really compare, you'd have to face off against mine."
"Oh my god!" Toudou exclaims. "Stop just insisting you can do better and prove it!"
"You want me to prove it? Then go on, try the dessert I made."
"I will!" Toudou says. "Show me what it is and I'll eat as much of it as you like, just to prove that my pie is superior."
"It's right over here," Tadokoro says, slapping his palm down on the table and pushing a glass baking dish closer to Toudou across it's surface. "Have a piece."
"Hmph," Toudou says, sniffing at the sight of cake bars that hadn't even been cut from the tray, honestly what kind of a heathen was Tadokoro? But he reaches for the serving knife, cutting himself a daintier square of cake bar than Tadokoro had taken of his pie.
He notices, as he does it, that Tadokoro hasn't stopped forking bites of his pie up to his mouth. 'Not the worst,' he said, the filthy liar.
Toudou serves the cake bar onto a plate of his own, and reaches for a fork to cut off just the corner of it. As he lifts it to his lips, he hears Tadokoro laugh through the latest bite of pie he hasn't yet finished chewing.
"You're using a fork," Tadokoro says. "For a lemon bar. God, but you're a priss."
"Excuse me," Toudou huffs. "I'm simply making certain I do this right."
But he pauses longer than he'd meant, the bite of Tadokoro's dessert held before him, as he has his own moment of realization about what Tadokoro has made. Did he know about... But no, he couldn't. Toudou breathes out, a bracing exhale before he brings the fork to his lips to sample the goods.
He has to press his hand over his mouth to keep from moaning, and it's the brownies all over again.
"Good, isn't it?" Tadokoro says, without a shred of modesty.
"It's," Toudou begins, holding his hand over his mouth to hide that he hasn't finished chewing.
He gives it another moment, letting the delicate, perfectly-tart flavor of the lemon square spread across his tongue. There's just the right hint of sweetness, and the crumble on top offers the ideal balance of texture against the custard-y consistency of the lemon filling and the heavier crunch of the crust. Then Toudou swallows.
"It's passable," Toudou says, glancing off to the side of Tadokoro's head as if that will cover up his lie.
It's the most delectable lemon square Toudou has ever eaten, and someone must have clued Tadokoro in to the fact that skilled though Toudou might be with rich, full-bodied sweets, what he loves better than anything is treats that keep things light, minimal sweetness, with a little bit of tang or tartness to the flavor. Tadokoro has set out to kill him on purpose.
"Passable," Tadokoro repeats. He doesn't even sound offended — just flat, disbelieving, with a hint of smugness starting to creep in underneath. "Passable, he says, lying through his damn teeth. Give me back the plate, if it's only passable."
"Excuse you," Toudou says, snatching the plate back to clutch closer to his chest without thinking about it. "You are the one who told me to try this, as much of this as it takes if I remember correctly, and that means you don't get to change your mind now, when I'm not fawning over you as you believe you deserve!"
This time Toudou scoops up the lemon bar with his fingers, heedless of the powdered sugar rubbing off on his hands, and bites off another bit of it defiantly.
Tadokoro only laughs, a bellow of a sound that comes right from his gut, and Toudou hates him for it. Toudou hates him so much for the delicious lemon square he can't stop shoving in his face (politely, though, he hasn't forgotten to chew carefully and be polite!), for being smug and arrogant and baking so well that Toudou just wants to hit him, or maybe ki—
He makes an awkward, strangled sound in his throat, and nearly chokes on his food.
"Hey now," Tadokoro says, thumping him on the back. "It's good, but no need for you to die over it."
"I am not dying!" Toudou declares, as soon as he swallows. "And I am not conceding the title of 'best baker in the neighborhood' to you! I'll just... Finish this perfectly adequate, quite acceptably tasty lemon square, but I'm afraid I cannot stick around having this pointless contest with you, I have other guests to socialize with."
He spins on his heel, ignoring the laugh that follows at his back and the heat rising in his cheeks, making a hasty departure that he chooses to believe is still dignified, executed before he goes and does something he will regret.
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