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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- 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.
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 IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
minor mention of sex; murder; major character death
Morning mist still lingers in the air when they finally find him.
There had been so many rumours; a face that pretty, a mouth that smiling and red, it can only be wrapped around every willing dick that comes his way. But Iwaizumi had known the truth of it, had known since they were so young together here in this little town, the open heart that Oikawa had learned to keep close under every mask he could make for himself. Iwaizumi had used to find a small comfort in watching Oikawa forecast the weather, every evening at exactly 18h00; he always scanned for the carefully filled in cracks in Oikawa’s facade, and was satisfied that even with Oikawa in the city, and him here still in the country, he could look after him in his own way.
Oikawa is beautiful even in death; there’s an elegance in his long limbs tangled in the sagging telephone wire that spans across the roofs, and even with the coldness running in his veins, rooting Iwaizumi to the spot, mail package tucked under his arm on his way to his next delivery, he would know the arch of that back anywhere.
Iwaizumi turns his head to the side, and throws up his lunch.
--
“Don't worry, Iwaizumi-san, this kept him safe too.”
Iwaizumi wants to ask who, wants to ask from what, but the rough metal plating that covers the floor of the delivery truck is pressed cold against his cheek, and every time they hit a bump in the road he feels like his teeth are going to get knocked out of his head.
He probably has bigger worries; there's the scarf knotted tight as a gag around his mouth, tasting of dust, the way his hands are tied to his ankles, but the immediate pain in his jaw focuses him. Lightning flashes bright through the darkened windows of the van, and Iwaizumi feels blinded for a few too long moments as his night vision lights up. They're going much too fast.
The next bump blacks him out, and when he wakes, he wakes only long enough to feel hands hoisting him over the rim of somewhere deep and dark, and then he’s falling through the fog of this midnight world.
--
“You were never good enough for him. You couldn't even keep him safe. What kind of best friend are you.”
Iwaizumi is bleeding from the mouth from where he hit the ground; there are so many shadow things that are clawing at his legs, and the thing, the thing that looks like him and speaks with his voice is growing darker and darker in the fog of this place. He doesn't know where he is; it looks like a terrarium, it looks like glass, curving close with young green plants dying brown in the dust. Roads are marked off, and they lead nowhere except over precipices.
Shadow Iwaizumi crouches down in front of him; a seeming act of mercy, and his eyes are demon yellow in the low light. His hands are rough when they lift Iwaiuzmi’s face close to his, and Iwaizumi groans against the pain as a broken rib shifts somewhere inside his chest.
“But look how strong we are now. We don't need him. I don't need him at all.”
Iwaizumi grits his teeth, and his hands are claws in the dirt. “You're not me. This is not me. I just--”
“You won't get him back. You have only me now,” Shadow Iwaiuzmi says, and then the light flares in this terrible place and Iwaizumi sinks into the hands that are like shadows on his face.