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Bonus Round 2: Images
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, and/or caps from games.
- Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt official, canon artwork.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
- 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.
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PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI
no tags (go wild)
Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI
Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI
FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
title from bon iver's michicant, (x).
unafraid, i was a boy
612 words, [AO3]
it’s not the same. it isn’t, but tobio seeks it out anyway, a deer in headlights caught by the doorway, unable to reconcile the sharp silhouette as oikawa serves, one after another, furious, relentless, untouchable. and how could he have? tobio has only ever known oikawa from the outside, in: sidelined along the bleachers; from the other side of the net. reaching towards the same thing he’s always been chasing, more afterimage than shadow, oikawa-san, can you please —
the silhouette stops, but oikawa’s still there.
there, right in front of tobio and tobio knows that, knows it because he’s been watching, all this time has been watching but oikawa’s standing right there and tobio’s still — he’s still here. stuck where he stands, not so much recognising oikawa as he is cataloguing everything he doesn’t.
the volleyball in oikawa’s hands drops to the floor before bouncing back into his hands, tobio’s eyes following along before continuing higher, slipping up the rest of the way to oikawa’s face before jolting. oikawa tilts his head to the side as tobio refuses to let his do the same and face the floor again. tobio’s been looking at oikawa all this time, but oikawa — oikawa’s been looking right back.
his exhales come light and quick, travelling past the resounding in his head as tobio takes a moment to wonder what else he’s missed, if maybe there’s anything else he didn’t notice —
the outward jut of oikawa’s right knee. white kneepad, suntanned skin.
broad shoulders, resting loose and endless.
oikawa’s hand, his fingers, trailing up and up and up through the air.
— from this close, he can’t tell the difference between their heights at all, face to face, eyes meeting eyes. when oikawa’s fingers point to tobio they’re spread out, palm open and questioning, no accusations left but tobio’s own.
“if it isn’t tobio-chan,” oikawa says, “it’s been a while.”
and it has. it has and now tobio doesn’t know what to do, shake oikawa’s hand or use it to tug oikawa nearer or pull himself forward instead. tobio blinks. his hand moves before he knows what to do with it.
grasping oikawa’s, tobio doesn’t shake or tug or pull, just holding on, one moment into two into three before letting go again. his fingers don’t shake but tobio thinks they feel like his own again. he tries to remember how to breathe.
then he says, slowly: “yeah. it has, it really has.”
“so? is that it?”
it’s not, but tobio doesn’t know how to say it. or at least, not in a way that oikawa would understand.
but maybe oikawa understands anyway: “tobio-chan. i don’t think you came here just to watch.”
“no, i — practice doesn’t start until this afternoon.”
“that’s true,” oikawa allows. “what are you going to do until then?”
anything. everything. nothing. he squares his shoulders, he takes one step forward, then another. tobio walks to oikawa. he’s not sure what it is yet, but it’s something. whatever this is he’s doing, he’ll definitely make sure it’s something.
“i’d like to show you, “ tobio says. he doesn’t add if you like, or if you’ll let me, because he’s not sure he wants to know, not yet. but it hangs in the air, there for oikawa to hear if he decides to listen. maybe oikawa has, but he hasn’t left yet, waiting for tobio to continue. so tobio does. looking oikawa in the eye, tobio tries again.
“have you got time? i can show you. oikawa-san.”
oikawa’s mouth opens, so tobio quiets down, still but not unmoving, and listens.
…yeah. he really did.
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
okay so firstly I love the post-canon setting and how you showed that right from the start in the change, in everything it's been up until now with Kageyama chasing after Oikawa, and how things equalise - 'tobio’s been looking at oikawa all this time, but oikawa — oikawa’s been looking right back.'
This is quiet and almost, hangs, as it reads - 'tobio doesn’t shake or tug or pull, just holding on' - and I really liked how you conveyed Kageyama's uncertainty, where he's not quite sure where to go, but he knows he wants to go somewhere.
I'm probably going to have to read this a couple more times to get all the nuances of it! But this is a really interesting interpretation of the prompt, I think, sort of like the fear of the unknown, and the change in that constant goal, now that Oikawa is no longer untouchable? And the title + song frame the fic really nicely!!
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 437
Oikawa burns like a brilliant flame and Kageyama doesn't know if he's the moth, the spark, or the oil that threatens to make it burn twice as big, twice as hot.
It would be far too easy for Oikawa to swallow him up, Kageyama thinks. To burn him, to chew him up and spit him back out.
Right now, Kageyama isn't entirely sure that's a bad thing. He feels his breath shuddering its way out of him, certain that Oikawa can feel it on his lips. They're close, breathing the same air. The concrete of the wall digs into Kageyama's back. It's not as painful as the grip Oikawa has on his wrists, but even that, Kageyama thinks, is not entirely a bad thing.
Kageyama doesn't lose his nerve until their lips are so close that he can't even tell if they're touching or not. He can already taste Oikawa on his tongue, and it's never the taste that Kageyama later associates with him, sweet to the point of causticity. Oikawa tastes subtler than that, and Kageyama wants to chase it, even as he's pressing himself back against the wall even harder, letting it dig into his back with a slight wince.
Oikawa pulls back, slow and amused, his eyes hooded. He licks his lips slowly, and Kageyama's mouth feels dry. He swallows hard, splaying his palms against the rough concrete of the wall, letting it bite into his skin. He needs something to ground himself, at least for a moment.
It's always like this with Oikawa; coming together, pulling apart, Kageyama unsure of what he wants, unsure of what he's allowed. Oikawa is terrifying, on so many different levels that Kageyama can spend all of his time getting his head around one, only to run into another. Oikawa is incomprehensible, inimitable, and it's taken Kageyama a long time to learn to stop trying.
He sucks in a deep breath, shuts his eyes, then opens them again. He holds Oikawa's gaze, chin tilted upwards. He isn't going to back down again.
With a soft laugh, Oikawa leans in again. His grip moves from Kageyama's wrists to his sides, equally tight. Kageyama isn't trapped, but he feels grounded.
Their lips meet this time, soft and gentle against each other, and Kageyama tastes Oikawa. He presses his tongue forward, and doesn't mind that he can hear Oikawa laugh into their kiss. He lets Oikawa kiss him harder, lets Oikawa burn right through him, and when they pull apart, flushed and panting, their lips shining with spit, Kageyama takes comfort in the fact that Oikawa looks just as burnt up.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Word Count: 2,277
"Are you going up the mountain again?" Hinata asks. "To see him?"
Kageyama spares him only the briefest of sidelong glances, taking in the orange tangle of Hinata's hair and the determined look in his too-bright eyes, before turning back to doing up his armor. He wants to look off to his right and away from Hinata, in the direction of the mountain peak that looms high above the capital spread out in the valley a day's ride away.
"I have to," Kageyama says. "He hasn't said yes."
Hinata snorts, but doesn't argue with that part of Kageyama's plan. They're both too stubborn for their own good, the sort of people who won't give up until they fall down dead from trying. Hinata won't try to discourage Kageyama from requesting another audience of the grand king. Strange as it sounds, Hinata will understand.
"Give me that," is what Hinata says instead, snatching the arm guard Kageyama is failing to buckle right out of his hand. "If I let you do my job for me, what's gonna stop you from getting rid of me, huh?"
Kageyama lets Hinata take the guard. His fingers are smaller and defter than Kageyama's, though Kageyama is the one with the right finesse in his hands for magic. He lets Hinata tend to his armor because that is Hinata's job as his squire, because it is hard to put on a guard one-handed, with Kageyama's off hand. It certainly isn't difficult because his hands are shaking.
"Kageyama..." Hinata says.
Kageyama squeezes one fist shut, squeezes it until his hand stops shaking. His teeth are squeezed tight too, gritted against the memory hovering behind his eyes, of roaring walls of roaring emerald flames, of the long shadow cast across them, both moving in ways that light and shadow shouldn't move.
"So, that incredible grand king," Hinata says, voice undercut with that awe he must not be trying hard enough to quash, "ended up scaring you all over again, huh?"
Kageyama looks away, mouth twisting into a scowl, eyes narrowed in frustration. He doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't know how to lie.
"Yeah," he says, the word coming out unexpectedly hushed. "Yeah, he really did."
"But you're going back," Hinata says. "You're going back to face him again. Is he going to use his magic on you again, is that what happened last time?"
Kageyama can see the spread of giant wings rising in the back of his mind, the memory of that vast wingspan snapping wide, of a terrifying beast looming over him and eyeing him up with poison-colored eyes. He can remember the heat of the flames as if they were real, the sweet scent that undercut their burning, sickly and saccharine like the inside of a medicine-woman's tent, a smell strong enough to make Kageyama lightheaded, dizzy.
He knows that all of it is intimidation tactics, is the grand king's way of scaring him off from his request. Knowing doesn't make the tactics any less effective.
"Yeah," Kageyama says again. "I'm going back as many times as I have to."
"Isn't it kind of stupid though, to keep doing the same thing over and over?"
Hinata has just finished doing up Kageyama's other arm guard; Kageyama grabs him by both sides of his face, grinding his knuckles in against Hinata's temples so that he squirms and shouts at him.
"Are you really going to call me stupid?" Kageyama asks. "Right before I go up to see him again?"
"I'm just saying," Hinata points out, throwing Kageyama's hands off of him so that they drop down to hang at his sides. "Maybe you should try doing something different."
"Different," Kageyama echoes. "Like what?"
Hinata shrugs, proving that this is as far as his bright idea has gotten. "I dunno. We've solved a lot of problems together, haven't we? Remember when we were performing in that one tournament, and the games were totally rigged, and so we decided to just— Kageyama?"
Hinata immediately goes from enthusiasm over his tale to what must be concern over the look on Kageyama's face. Kageyama can't tell exactly what it's doing, but it's starting to hurt his cheeks. Must be something scary.
"That's it," Kageyama says. "That's what I'll do."
"The thing from the tournament?" Hinata asks. "Because like, I had my eyes closed for the entire fight, and you were the one guiding me with magic, if you're going to do that with the grand king, won't that... you know..."
But Kageyama isn't listening. Now he has a plan, and all he has to do is follow through on it.
-
The path up the mountain is a familiar one, after the number of times Kageyama has walked it. Once a day, every day, for the past three weeks. He forces Hinata to stay at their camp with the horses, where they've been holed up for the entire time Kageyama has been working on this... On this project. He's unwilling to return to the capital until he succeeds.
With his eyes blindfolded, Kageyama takes the path far more slowly than he has on any previous journey.
He can feel the hard-packed dirt beneath his feet even though the leather soles of his boots, can feel each rock he steps over and each twig he breaks with his heel, can feel them more clearly than anyone else might because that is where Kageyama's magic lies. It's all in sensing and perceiving, in taking in the world as it is and translating what he's learned of it. Kageyama has never been skilled at changing things, at magic such as the grand king's illusions. It makes people think he is a poor sorcerer.
It's why he became a knight. The kind of magic he has is perfect for augmenting his physical abilities, for heightening his awareness of himself and the enemies all around him in the event of a fight. It was the natural choice.
Kageyama knows when he reaches the top of the mountain path because the quality of the dirt changes, shifting from hard-packed but fertile soil to looser sand, to gravel, giving way to the rocky surface of the path leading into the grand king's mountain home. Though his eyes are closed, Kageyama remembers the vaulted interior of the cavern the grand king has fashioned into his audience chamber, dripping with stalactites and with shafts of sunlight shining down through holes in that natural ceiling far, far above Kageyama's head.
It's an impressive room, perfectly circular and leading up to the dais where the grand king will come to sit, indulgently, once Kageyama has made enough of a fuss. It's impressive even before Oikawa springs his illusions and his magic on Kageyama to frighten him off.
Kageyama stands in the center of that room, eyes shut behind the blindfold Hinata has knotted neatly, carefully over his eyes, and calls out, "Grand king Oikawa! I request an audience with his majesty, ruler of this place."
Kageyama waits.
There's a roaring around him, the yawning sound of Oikawa's flames leaping high as he steps into the room. Kageyama can imagine them, fading from emerald into the same seafoam-green of the dragon form that's next in Oikawa's arsenal. But behind his blindfold, everything is dark and close, and he holds firm.
"What's this?" a familiar voice asks. "A lamb before the slaughter?"
Kageyama feels the warmth of the flames pressing on his body, overheating him in his armor and causing damp rivulets of sweat to trickle down his neck, down his back, down the insides of his thighs. The hot pressure of the flames he can feel without his sight and yet he can't help but wonder: is this fake as well? Is Oikawa a clever enough sorcerer to get inside his head, to give him the illusion of sweating and trembling, to induce fear directly until he caves in and retreats?
Kageyama presses his hands together, ignoring Oikawa's question. He bows his head, and implores the king, "Teach me."
"Teach you what, little prince?" Oikawa asks. His voice is closer now, rising over the soft sound of his footsteps as he moves across the room. "You can't even look at me. How do you expect to learn from me?"
"Teach me," Kageyama asks again, refusing to back down. "I'll do anything you ask."
Oikawa laughs, a high, amused sound. He's close enough now that Kageyama can feel him, right inside the personal bubble of his magic. He can feel every exhale Oikawa makes, feel the exact rhythm of his breathing, feel the pattern of his heartbeat like a pressure playing across Kageyama's own skin. He can tell that Oikawa is not bothering with any more of his usual magic.
"Anything?" Oikawa asks. "That is a high price to pay, dear prince Tobio. Do you really know what you're asking for? You had best be sure!"
Kageyama is sure. He is a skilled knight, as things stand. He could adequately lead an army, or win in a fight of skill. But he is a poor sorcerer, by anyone's account save for the palace's guardsmaster, whose only skills are likewise tuned for fighting. He's an inadequate prince. He could be better, so much better, if he knew the things that Oikawa does.
"I'm sure," Kageyama says. "I will do what it takes."
"Are you scared of me?" Oikawa asks, voice gone soft, hushed.
He's standing close enough that Kageyama can feel the heat of his body, a furnace of magical energy banked but still burning hot with Oikawa's will. It's frightening, being able to sense all that power built to a head inside one person. But it's — different, with Kageyama's eyes closed, with Oikawa standing so close and not pouring any of the energy into his usual tricks.
It feels as if there's... A blockage, something Oikawa has dammed up, a channel through which he can't — or won't — hold forth with his power.
Kageyama has begged Oikawa to teach him every day for three weeks because Oikawa is the only sorcerer in the kingdom with the right skills to do it. Kageyama hasn't asked Oikawa because he wanted to, exactly. He admires Oikawa very much, fears him outright, and knows that there is absolutely no other choice.
But now he's... Curious, about just what the grand king might be holding in reserve.
"No," Kageyama says, and doesn't think he's lying. "I mean — yes. But I came anyway. I want to learn."
There comes a silence then, a waiting, heavy silence that presses on Kageyama more oppressively than the darkness behind his eyes, than did the dazzle of even Oikawa's illusions turned on to their fullest majesty. He can almost hear the buzz of Oikawa's thoughts, sensed through his magic. But he cannot guess what Oikawa is thinking.
He feels a hand on his cheek, warm, bare skin pressed against his face. Oikawa tips it one way, then the other, so that Kageyama can feel rather than see the appraising stare being directed at him. Then Oikawa pulls up the blindfold, so that Kageyama's eyes twitch behind the light now dazzling him through his eyelids, struggling not to blink his eyes open.
"Look at me," Oikawa says, more insistently than any of his previous teasing or dramatics. "Look at me, little prince."
Kageyama blinks open his eyes.
Oikawa's hand on his chin is a little too tight, and his eyes staring into Kageyama's face are wide, bright, piercing him straight through with their stare. The flames jump around them once Kageyama can see him, and for a moment Oikawa seems to loom over him, towering above him with the application of his magic.
But Kageyama holds his ground, this time, and after a moment the entire world seems to jerk and Oikawa reverts to being only a man, standing across from him. Kageyama is surprised to realize they are almost the exact same height.
"Fine," Oikawa says, and lets go of Kageyama's face.
He turns around, as the flames cut out and leave the audience chamber feeling empty. It's only the two of them standing in a room much too large, Kageyama rooted to the spot, Oikawa with his back dismissively turned.
"Come back tomorrow," Oikawa says. "Bring what you must for an extended stay and be prepared to work hard, little prince. Your control is unexpectedly good and your natural talent is quite impressive, but you have nothing in the way of discipline. And abilities? Don't make me laugh. You have everything to learn, little prince Tobio."
Kageyama is still processing the fact that the grand king has finally said yes. Oikawa spins back around, rolling his eyes and shooting Kageyama a sour look.
"What are you still doing here?" he asks. "Go on, get out of here, shoo shoo. This is your last day of freedom, after this we are going to work until your fingers bleed. And don't bring that little squire of yours, I don't care how many times he asks. He doesn't have enough magic to fill a thimble and I'm not wasting my time."
Oikawa stares at him, expectantly. Kageyama stares back.
"Thank you," Kageyama finally says. It feels correct, somewhere in his gut.
Oikawa rolls his eyes again, making a little shooing motion with his hands. "Don't thank me yet, I'm about to make you regret ever asking to study with me. Now get, before I change my mind."
So Kageyama does. As put-upon as the grand king had sounded, Kageyama thought he might have been smiling. He will not regret this apprenticeship. He'll make certain that he doesn't.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, Rated T
421 words
“He ended up scaring you all over again, right?” Hinata had said, and Kageyama hates how true that is. He wants to be as unflappable as the greatest warriors of the region, but here he is, hunkered down in his tiny cell of a bunk room shining the scabbard of his sword because he’s too scared to even touch the blade.
The sun has mostly set and he’s working by candlelight, his own flickering reflection on the wall apt to startle him if he moves too quickly. He swallows, mouth too dry to make much progress and clears his throat.
“I’m not scared.” He says, and it sounds like a lie even to his too honest ears. “I’m not scared.” He repeats.
There’s a knock and the sound is loud and forceful enough to shake the door on its hinges. Kageyama draws his sword, instinct overriding any of his former hesitation. The door is pushed open, the invader heedless of the lock Kageyama had placed there, and Kageyama freezes at the sight.
“Tobio-chan.” The voice is booming, and the shadow fills the doorway, tendrils of it moving like something alive, crawling along the doorframe and dancing with the flickering candlelight.
Oikawa steps inside and everything shrinks. The shadows are gone, replaced by the normal shadow of a man, lit by the gentle candle’s glow, and when he speaks again it’s soft, seemingly human.
“Are you alright? You look ready to faint.”
Kageyama’s sword falls from his grip and he collapses back onto his bunk, sitting with his head in his hands. He doesn’t answer, he can’t.
“Tobio-chan?” Oikawa asks, and Kageyama can hear that he’s coming closer, his voice little more than a concerned whisper. “Can you talk to me?”
He has enough wherewithal to shake his head, just barely, and he jumps when Oikawa’s hand lands on his shoulder. It’s too cold, it’s not right, and even with his eyes closed Kageyama can see the tendrils of shadows leaking from Oikawa’s sleeves, he imagines he can feel them curling around the back of his neck.
Oikawa is closer now, sitting on the bed beside him and leaning over until Kageyama feels his breath against his jaw. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling at first, just the wetness of what must be Oikawa’s tongue and lips against his skin. He doesn’t realize it’s a kiss until it ends.
“It will be better next time, you know.” Oikawa says, and Kageyama’s shiver is a mixture of fear and something else.