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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

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: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none") Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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SCANDALIZED OCTOPUS oh man this is such a funny fill.

OUCH

How do you feel about Scooby Doo AUs?

I loved all these prompts (Y), Thank you so much for them :')))

Thank you! This is so sweet. I love it

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou(/Tsukishima Kei) (HQ!!)

no tags

"Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place a hundred times today
But the ordering of objects couldn't hide whats missing

All these things, should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again"

- Brighter Discontent, The Submarines

Thank you!!!

FROM THE RECENT MINI-SERIES!!!! I LOVE YOU!! and I'm putting this in my spreadsheet.

/whispers

... why can't I fill your prompts

Aone/Hinata or Aona/Asahi, Haikyuu

"No touching below the eyebrows!"- Clone High

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei (HQ!!)

no tags

"“You can be just friends with people, you know," Orla said. "I think it's crazy how you're in love with all those raven boys."

Orla wasn't wrong, of course. But what she didn't realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn't all-encompassing, that wasn't blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she'd had this kind, she didn't want the other.”"

- Blue Lily, Lily Blue, Maggie Stiefvater

non-canon gender hcs more than OK

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou (HQ!!)

no tags

“His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd let them overflow and now there wasn't a damn place in the ocean that wouldn't catch fire if he dropped a match.”

“Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.”

- The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater

No tags
Poem, 21 lines

In that moment there was only one emotion flowing through Kazuya’s head-
Regret.

Regret with seizing the primary catcher’s spot
and not delivering on his own goals and promises;
a sea of tears marking the third-years harsh departure with his failure.

Heavy burdens weighing their hardest at the feet of slouched bodies,
dead eyes to match a sea of wounded hearts;
dreams of Koshien on dying breaths as only
the sound of insurmountable loss filled the bus with endless remorse.

Regret of not noticing Sawamura’s changes sooner,
a shift Chris-senpai would have picked up easily from the plate;
if only his skills would have been up to the same level in time.

Before everyone’s dreams came crashing down around him.

Always so quick to judge from his own jagged point of view,
jostling, elbowing, snarking, joking his way to the front but
never expecting a goal to come so close within his grasp
only to slip away at the last moment like flowing sand.

Promising if it was the last thing he did to earn the team a spot at Koshien,
to pay back all the faith poured out in blood, sweat and tears
and especially to the most stubborn-headed catcher of them all-

This one’s for you, Chris.

Tags: sexually explicit spreadsheet, several Inui pairings, multiple sex partners in short period of time, mentions of bodily fluids (semen), data porn, trans character mentioned
Work Count: spreadsheet contains two charts which meet 400px art requirements, also ~500 words/number of data (for the record). Please note that the spreadsheet has four tabs listed on the bottom, so click through to see all the hot, juicy data~

INUI'S VERY, VERY SECRET SEX SPREADSHEET

Inui's sex study conclusion notes: While all participants involved in the study proved to be very adequate partners, and although I seemed to have a higher kink-compatibility with Kikumaru (see Sheet 2 notes for the surprising results!), Kaidou is the clear choice for further research. Will ask him out on a date, though the past two week study may make such a conversation slightly awkward.

tags: none only a very tearful eijun >->
wordcount: 624

“I know,” Chris says. Eijun has long since lost track of how many times he’s repeated it, murmured it gently into Eijun’s hair while his broad palms stroked heavy, burning trails up and down Eijun’s back.

link to ao3

AAAAAAAA thank you for hurting me deeply i will treasure it

MY PLEASURE LOL it was a great prompt, thanks for posting it!!<3

Oh my god

Honestly if you wanna do a version of the premise with like, teenagers and their dog (?) look into monster sightings and prove they're just humans committing crimes, I'm totally down for that.

For a few weeks, TXF was back on the air and all was right with the world. <3 If only they'd do another season.

no stupid questions
no warnings
1337 words, ao3

It’s probably a testament to something that Kuramochi knows where to find him. Something embarrassing and pathetic clenching and unclenching in his stomach like a demented jellyfish, like trying to convince himself that it’s not like he’s got his senpai’s routine memorized or anything, he’s just observant, that’s all, and Ryousuke is surprisingly consistent for someone who could make a career out of dissolving into smoke and slipping through the crevices. He eats dinner, does his practice swings, and then he reads on his bed, sprawled out in that shockingly refined way of his; and if he gets thirsty, he goes to the vending machine.

Simple enough.

Look casual, Kuramochi berates himself, tugging on the hem of his T-shirt, covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Going to the vending machine on a hot summer night is a completely normal thing to do, so there is no reason for his heart to be attempting a violent boxing match with the walls of his ribcage. No reason whatsoever. He images Sawamura cackling, jamming his finger in his face and yelling something about karma.

Shut up, he grits back, clenching his teeth, and strangely enough, the image gives him courage.

It’s fucking cliché, that’s what it is, with the moonlight shining down on the vending machines in the space behind the building, making them glow silver and all. For fuck’s sake. It’s not like Kuramochi spends his time weeping over shoujo manga like the likes of Jun and Sawamura, but sometimes he can’t help it when it comes to the figure standing there in the shadows, hair almost violet in the moon, silhouette lithe and recognizable anywhere in light or darkness, hell or high water, as Kuramochi takes one step forward after another and—

“Oh, Ryou-san. Hey.”

Shit, his voice is already several pitches higher than he had intended. Shit, shit, shit. Kuramochi contemplates the pros and cons of actually buying a fucking drink and high-tailing it out of there like he’s supposedly doing, and then that asshole’s face looms, grinning, in his mind’s eye.

“I feel sorry for you,” Miyuki had drawled, smirking and shaking his head like his words were genuine. “But I guess it won’t be too hard for you to confess, since he probably already knows anyway.”

“You—!”

“Hahaha, it’s practically common knowledge, the way that you carry on—”

“I swear to god, I will pulverize you—”

“Calm down, calm down, will you? It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone. Wouldn’t make a difference anyway, am I right? And besides—” And Miyuki had leaned forward, stretching his hand out toward the front of his desk, lowering his voice and making Kuramochi lean in like the sucker he is.

“I’ll bet you two thousand yen you can’t do it.”

So. Then.

Here he is.

“Oh. Kuramochi,” Ryousuke says in that gently disinterested tone of his, and fuck fuck fuck Kuramochi fucked up, he fucked up and he’s not going to survive this.

“You thirsty too?” he asks with a nervous chuckle that isn’t at all like his normal laugh, and wants to deck himself for the choice of words. Ryousuke is too perceptive for this shit, and Kuramochi is frankly not going to make it through the next few minutes of his life. His eye traces the shell of Ryousuke’s ear, delicate in a way that his senpai certainly is not, that could land someone in danger of being torn limb from limb and eviscerated if they ever mistook him for being so. Kuramochi never had that luxury.

Lucky for him, Ryousuke doesn’t choose to dignify that with a reply, only the most infinitesimal lift of his eyebrows that makes some corner of Kuramochi’s soul want to break down and cry.

“I just mean,” he starts, and then he shakes his head, fuck that. “Look, never mind. I wanted to ask you something.”

Does Ryousuke always start sipping his drink right here right now, after he buys it? Or is it part of his undoubtedly doorstopping manual of intimidation techniques that Kuramochi really needs to take a leaf out of someday if he wants to maintain his youthful brand?

“Is that so? Ask away,” Ryousuke says, settling back on his heels, patient, excruciatingly patient, and no one should ever have the right to look that simultaneously terrifying and beautiful while sipping a juicebox.

“Uh. Okay. So.” Why don’t they have a class for things like this? Or maybe they did, and Kuramochi just chose the wrong day to play hooky. He’s never felt sorrier for skipping school. “Well, the thing is. You see. I just wanted to—I was thinking and I thought you might—it’s a question about—”

“Honestly, Kuramochi, I don’t have all night,” Ryousuke interrupts, honey sweet.

Batting techniques!!! one corner of his brain screams. Going over plays!!! But Kuramochi pictures the gloat on Miyuki’s face, the waggle of his fingers as he watches him fork over a crisp two thousand yen bill, seething, and he stomps out that part of himself by force. Like hell.

“Ryou-san,” he starts again, and okay, now his voice is at the right register, low and steady and maybe a little bit gravelly, and Ryousuke is watching him with undivided attention, and now they’re talking, now they’re in business, “I wanna ask you what you would do if somebody liked you.”

Shit, you’re smooth, one part of his brain whispers in awe, and the other tells him, You’re going to die.

But even though he stops sipping his juice, Ryousuke’s smile is all too placid for this conversation, and Kuramochi’s too high on the aftermath of making a bad decision to even feel panic. “Mmm. I was under the impression that plenty of people liked me, Kuramochi.”

“You know what I mean!”

He hears Ryousuke’s laugh, soft and velvety, and he can feel his stomach react to the sound even through the haze. “Are you asking for someone in particular?”

“Are you gonna make me say it? Because dammit, Ryou-san—”

“You said you had a question to ask,” Ryousuke says, calm and ruthless as ever, “so ask it.”

And Kuramochi could curse himself for ever meeting someone like Kominato Ryousuke, for liking him, for coming to this school to play baseball, for taking up baseball in the first place because goddamn if that doesn’t make him want to open his mouth and step up to the challenge Ryousuke’s thrown at him since day one. He takes a breath and steels himself, plumbs the depths and figures out what he’s made of.

“If I told you I liked you—what would you say?”

“Ah, I’m glad we finally got there,” Ryousuke says with a tranquil sigh. He brings the juicebox back up to his lips, and it’s all Kuramochi can do not to snatch it out of his hand and fling it on the ground.

“Well? What would you say?”

“I was thinking,” Ryousuke hums, as if he has all the time in the world, “I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Wha—oh.” Kuramochi swallows. His throat feels thick. “Okay.” At least he tried. He won’t go home empty-handed on a technicality, and Miyuki will probably smile at him apologetically and give him a consoling pat on the back but at least he won’t be able to give him shit. He tries to walk away, but his shoe’s stuck to the pavement. “If it’s like that—”

He hears Ryousuke laugh again, and he barely has an instant to wonder how sadistic he might actually be when there’s a cool hand on his neck and suddenly he’s off-balance, hooked downward and suddenly he tastes grape juice on his lips, soft and disarming.

Ryousuke lets him go, and Kuramochi blinks, feeling his face warm. A chuckle of disbelief rises in his throat. He can see the curl of Ryousuke’s lashes from here, the curve of his smile angled toward him, unthinkably close.

“R-Ryou-san—”

“Anything at all,” Ryousuke echoes, smile widening, and kisses him again.

Tags: character death, supernatural elements (fantasy AU, fae), possession/mind control, implied cannibalism
Word Count: 451

Once upon a time, there was a child. He wandered out too far into the woods in the scorching heat of summer, and got lost in the thicket. He stumbled onward until hunger clawed at him and urged him on until he could think of nothing but eating. And he ate what the forest provided him.

This story doesn’t end well for the child.

This story begins well for what he became.

For the summer court of the fae saw a fire in the boy that burned as brightly as themselves, and when he partook in their feast, his fire joined theirs. With teeth to cut through mortal flesh and eyes deep and pitiless, and buzzing with the life of summer thrumming through to his bones.

Fuji Shuusuke died, and never felt more alive.

Once upon a time, there was a child. He wandered out into the woods in the dead of winter. He’d grown too tired of everyone accepting that his brother had simply been lost to belly of summer, and went searching on his own.

The winter court did not see themselves in him. But they saw a purpose still.

The child huddled into himself, trying to clutch to the last fleeting warmth his body still had. But when the fae appeared before him — black haired and black eyed with a smile sharp enough to tear flesh — holding out a wrapped parcel of food, the child could not resist.

Fuji Yuuta died, and became the pawn of something far greater than himself.

Yuuta found his brother, but there was no passion in their reunion.

In the fae realms, time passed differently, and Shuusuke could not remember a time when he was not what he was now. He was eternal, he had always been here, always played the role he had, played the politics that surrounded him, fought the battles there were to fight.

But when the husk of his brother appeared before him, limbs bound and moved by another, eyes deep and hollow to his very core, and the smile of a much colder beast reflected on his face… Shuusuke remembered.

And Shuusuke burned.

Mizuki Hajime sat happily within his place in the winter court, threads wrapped around his fingers to be pulled at his whim. When he felt the tug — a fiery, angry burn running along one of his threads, charring it — he smiled.

Soon the heat pooled in behind him, a deep thrumming accompanying it with the rich buzz of summer life.

“So, you’ve noticed me,” Hajime said, his lips curled upward triumphantly to show his sharp incisors.

Impossibly hot fingers wound tight around his neck. “You have my attention,” Shuusuke hissed.

poetry fill, G, unrequited feelings, pining

every single spacing
(30 lines)

Story has it that
a boy once tried to cry
for
all the things he thought he
missed
the thing is: he didn’t know what
he missed, because
nice things don’t beg to be kept,
they don’t stay no matter how you wish
instead, they leave you breathing in
the ashes
of a long
burnt-out bridge.

Here’s the other thing:
I am that boy
I know what I’ve tried to grip
and he’s slipped through my fingers
like it’s natural to want
nothing
to do with
me.

And I can pretend all I want that
whatever’s between the first and second,
they can very well be just the
same
but he’s my first, he’s my second
he’s every
single spacing
my heart cries for to be
complete.

Ajsbbajs I'm glad you liked it ;;;; I hope it was to your expectations

mentions of sex, but nothing's explicitly stated
1456 words

“This is stupid,” Kuramochi mumbles one night against the back of Miyuki’s neck.

Miyuki laughs. Kuramochi can feel it beneath his arm curled around Miyuki’s side in the bed they’re sharing.

“What’s stupid? I’ve never seen you be one to complain about cuddling, Youichi.”

“I’m not.” Maybe that’s the problem. It’d be easier if he were complaining about that. If he’d rather just push Miyuki away every time they finish and let that be that. It’d be easier to laugh at Miyuki’s answer, to say “You’re the one who cuddled up to me. Don’t act like I’m the one insisting we do this.” They’d go back to normal, then. Just friends—until they decide to play this game again. Just friends, but with the added dimensions of kissing and sex, but nothing more than that.

It’d be easier if that was enough for him.

“Then what’s wrong?” Miyuki rolls over in Kuramochi’s arms. They’re lying face to face now, can see each other’s expressions. Despite the playful lilt in Miyuki’s voice moments ago, he turns serious fast, even looks concerned.

Kuramochi takes a figurative breath, deciding he can’t step back on honesty now that he’s brought it up.

“This is stupid. All of it.”

I’m tired of waking up and dancing around this. I’m tired of pretending this isn’t something.

Miyuki’s silent for a moment, like he’s letting the words sink in, before he tries to play it off like a bad joke. That’s his default reaction, Kuramochi’s learned, when they go to talk about something serious, like it lessens the blow of what’s coming next. “Are you saying I’m not good?”

“No. That’s the problem!”

“I’m too good?”

He swats at Miyuki’s shoulder. “Quit making it about sex.”

Miyuki frowns. “Isn’t that what this is?”

Isn’t that all it is? A question that’s been lingering between them since they started this. Since one night close had become too close, when they had been hanging out together and drinking a little. Nothing different than normal, except normal had led to kissing which had led to more than that, touching in ways they never had before.

And it just. Never stopped since. They’ve been playing this game since that night, never putting an official label on anything between them, but physical intimacy blurring across the line of normal friendship.

It really is the same as before, with a new added benefit of touching whenever they want, kissing, fucking, except—

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Miyuki repeats, quiet this time, the laughter gone from his voice, no traces of it.

It would be the same, except Kuramochi’d gone and fallen for Miyuki somewhere along the way. He thinks maybe he’s always felt this way, but kept it buried, had never wanted to admit it to himself, let alone to Miyuki.

But then. But then, this had happened. This had started as an accident, an experiment. Something with no strings attached that, at least for Kuramochi, has quickly grown into anything but that.

If he tries to pinpoint a moment when he falls, well, that’s difficult. But, there’s one moment in these past few months that sticks out to him as a moment when he finally admitted to himself that this thing with Miyuki could be more, that he wants it to be more.

It’s not one night they spend together, but one morning instead. In the past, whenever they’d been together, Miyuki would slip out sometime in the night, leaving Kuramochi alone. It’s not always right away—they’ll usually curl into each other, arms draped around each other, legs tangled together as soon as they finish. But even the times they fall asleep like that, Miyuki’s always gone in the morning. Kuramochi’s come to expect it. Go to bed with Miyuki in his arms, wake up with nothing, other side of his bed cold and empty.

Which is why, waking up one morning to Miyuki’s arm thrown around his waist, his chest rising and falling slowly with the even breathing of sleep, seems more like a dream than something that would actually happen.

Kuramochi actually has to talk himself into believing that it’s actually morning, not some ungodly hour of the night and Miyuki just hasn’t left yet. But the sun is shining through the window, and Miyuki’s sleeping in his bed, arm around Kuramochi liked they’re an actual couple who do this thing all the time rather than just friends who have sex and keep up the pretenses of forgetting about it the next day.

“Morning,” Miyuki mumbles, rubbing his eyes when he wakes and catches Kuramochi looking at him.

“You’re still here,” Kuramochi says, trying not to let his surprise show.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No. Just wasn’t expecting you.”

“I figured I could do you a favor. Even someone like you deserves to wake up to a pretty face every so often.”

“Don’t make me fucking throw up before it’s even 9 am.”

Miyuki laughs, leaning over and reaching for his glasses on Kuramochi’s night stand, and there’s a brief thought that once there, Kuramochi can’t push out of his head.

It’s like Miyuki belongs there, here. Like he’s been meant to be here all along. This is what’s been missing, something right in reach that he hasn’t—

“Do you always sit there and stare when you have a guest? You should at least offer me breakfast. No wonder you can’t hold down a date.”

“Shut up.” He kicks Miyuki’s leg with his own, hooks them together for a moment, just to keep up perceived proximity, to make sure this is real.

They never talk about why Miyuki stayed, then. But Kuramochi knows that he likes it this way. Would want more of it, if he could have it.

We could have this. We could have it every day. Look what we’ve been missing.

Then,

god i’m so fucked.

And yeah, he’d been right. He was so fucked. Ever since then, thoughts of what could be, of having more than what they do have crept into his mind at very inopportune moments, won’t leave him alone. He doesn’t even know if Miyuki wants more than this, but whether they take that step or not—either way their idiots. Idiots who care about each other whether they’d like to admit it or not.

“It could be more than that.”

“You want it to be?” Miyuki looks genuinely surprised now. Like he’s waiting for a catch, like he’s waiting for Kuramochi to call it—this whole conversation, this whole moment—a joke.

But he couldn’t be more serious and he wants Miyuki to know that. His hand rests on Miyuki’s side, fingers brushing over the jut of his hipbone, gentle as they splay onto his back. “That’s what I said, yeah.”

“I don’t…” Miyuki laughs a little, not like this is a joke, but a nervous laugh. “You really want that? With me?”

“Why do you sound like you can’t believe it?”

“I just wasn’t expecting…”

Whether they go for this or not, whether they keep dancing around real feelings and masking it as nothing but casual sex or actually go for it, they’re idiots. They have something here, something together. Something that can work. Might as well go for it than regret and wonder about it forever.

“Hey,” Kuramochi says, cutting off Miyuki’s disbelief, his worry. “I like you.”

A proper confession.

“Yeah. Me too.” There’s no joke, no teasing tacked on. No, I guess or I think tacked on at the end, followed by a laugh. Just raw honesty. Something they both need.

Kuramochi smiles when Miyuki’s toes press against his shin. “We can start slow?”

“We already fucked that up, didn’t we?”

He snorts. “Maybe a little.” But he still leans in, slowly, giving Miyuki the chance to pull back if he wants to. But Miyuki doesn’t, so Kuramochi keeps going, closes the distance between them in a different way this time—with a gentle kiss to Miyuki’s lips. Miyuki pauses for only a brief second before he presses closer to Kuramochi, kisses him back.

They’ve kissed before, but this feels different than all those times. It’s not hurried or leading somewhere further than this. Not signifying a night that will bring momentary satisfaction but end with them alone in the morning. This kiss is no rush, slow and gentle. Like a first kiss, almost, with pent up feelings and confessions behind it.

This is the same as what they’re used to—caring about each other, kissing, intimacy—just now with the added benefits of admitting real feelings, of growing even closer. They’ve got all the time in the world to keep building on that, rather than continuously denying and dancing around what they do have.

Tags: trans character, really gay beach content, if you squint Fuji is kind of described like an eldritch horror but like in a gay way
Word Count: 444

Taka laid out on the beach towel, his legs damp and half caked with sand. The training camp had been a good idea, bringing them out to the beach to practice. But the best part, in Taka’s mind, was the late afternoon, when practice was done and they could split off into their own activities. For Taka, that meant… Fuji.

The sun was setting over the water, turning the rippling waves a fiery orange that framed Fuji as she stepped out of the water. For minute, Taka was certain he was looking at a goddess as she emerged from the seafoam, her swim shirt draped lightly over her arms as water dripped off of her. She looked like something ancient and beautiful, made from sea salt and fire.

She walked over, leaving wet prints in the sand before she stopped, towering over Taka with a smile. “Tired of swimming?”

Taka angled his head to smile up at her. “Just taking a break for a bit.”

She moved to sit, and Taka scooted over to make room for her on his towel. She sat next to him, folding her legs just so, taking up only a little space. Taka would have gladly given her the entire thing.

“Enjoying the view then?” she asked.

Taka nodded, but didn’t let his eyes stray to the sunset. “Yeah. It’s beautiful here.” The sunlight was still hitting her just right, wet skin making her glow. He wondered what she would do if he reached out, just slowly, and slid a finger over her cheek.

Fuji leaned towards him, still smiling, seeming to urge him on. “Be careful with that look, Taka-san. You could make someone misunderstand.”

“That so?”

She leaned ever closer, hovering just slightly away from his face now. “Someone might think you’re not talking about the sun anymore.”

Taka held his breath as he reached out and finally touched her cheek. It was soft and still slightly damp, his hand slipping over her skin. To his thrill, she leaned into his touch, adding a soft, pleasant weight to his palm.

“What made you think I was talking about the sun, Fujiko-chan?”

Fuji smiled and shifted, swinging a leg over Taka’s lap and settling herself on his knees. Her hands were braver than his, reaching out to run over Taka’s abs and up to his chest. She looked into his eyes, and Taka’s breath caught. With the setting sun behind her, it was like a glowing halo formed around her head, and he nearly had to squint to see her.

“You flatter me too much, Taka-san.”

Taka stayed stock still as she leaned in to kiss him.

Edited (forgot a tag) 2016-07-15 07:30 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Re: FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, T

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA

Re: FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,G

Re: FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, T

Re: Prompt: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Re: PROMPT: TEAM CHIHAYAFURU

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, E

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

Re: Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

Re: Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

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Re: Prompt: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G

Re: FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,G

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G