Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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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.

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!

Comments

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[kazuyaloveseijun]

words: 891
vague post-apocalyptic society, death mention

The day Furuya turned up at the orphanage stands out in Kazuya’s memory. It had been another boring day, bleeding together with the day before and the day before that; the day before that one there were some soldiers passing through so that was at least something to look at from the top floor of the orphanage window, Kazuya’s glasses clinking the window as bigger kids pushed him forward.

It had been a while since they received a new face and this one stood out to him right away. For one thing, he wasn’t crying, most of the kids that got brought to the Seidou Orphanage were inconsolable for at least a day, wailing messes who wouldn’t eat and only slept when they’d finally exhausted themselves. He looked calm, his blue eyes darting around at all the unfamiliar faces as the officer talked to Kataoka and Takashima. He just stood there, his right hand holding onto a battered stuffed animal, a polar bear, Kazuya could recognize the animal from a picture book in their meager library; he wasn’t clinging to it the way most kids did when they showed up. He noted which of the younger kids were eyeing the toy jealously. He expected the new kid to cry that night; even those who put on a brave face tended to break in the dark, the floor crowded with futons and all the lights out but no sounds came from his futon.

Furuya was quiet, not meek looking by any means but it only took a few days of observation for some of the bigger kids to move in on him and try to take his stuffed animal. Kazuya heard them corner him in the library, where he tended to spend the most time. He rounded the doorway as fast as he could.

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys, Azuma-senpai?” Kazuya had snickered, stepping into the room with his hands in his pockets.

He was useless in a fight; everyone knew it, but if need be he could distract them enough to forget about Furuya.

“Shut it, four-eyes,” Azuma had growled, only giving Kazuya a momentary glance before turning back to Furuya.

Kazuya opened his mouth to try again but before any words left his throat Furuya had punched Azuma hard in the jaw, sending the bigger kid stumbling backwards with a yell. The yell had Takashima running, her critical eye taking in the scene; Furuya with his back against the wall, fist still raised, the boys surrounding him with a look of shock, and Kazuya standing dumbfounded in the middle of the room and seeing the story clearly and taking the perpetrators to her office for scolding, leaving Kazuya and Furuya alone.

“That was a good punch,” Kazuya remarked, Furuya’s blue eyes travelling from the floor to Kazuya’s face. “It was really fast, and it must have been hard to do that to Azuma.”

“I didn’t want to,” Furuya said quietly, surprising Kazuya again. He flexed his fingers experimentally and Kazuya steps closer.

“Did you hurt your hand? Let me see.”

Furuya held his hand out obediently and Kazuya could see the place of impact on his knuckles. He whistled.

“How did you hold your fingers?” He asked and Furuya showed him, the thumb tucked under. “Well, you can move your thumb it’s not broken but next time you should do this,” he takes Furuya’s thumb and show’s him where to place it. “Not that I think Azuma will mess with you again after that,” he grinned, still feeling the heat of Furuya’s skin.

“Thanks…” He looked at Kazuya quizzically.

“Miyuki Kazuya,” Kazuya filled in for him.

“Thank you, Miyuki-senpai,” Furuya nodded.

“Senpai!” Kazuya crowed with amusement. “You called me, senpai! You’re taller than me, kid.”

He frowned and cocked his head, staring at Kazuya critically.

“I’ll be 10 in July,” he said and Kazuya stopped laughing.

“Ah, I guess I am your senpai. I better take care of my kohai and show him around,” Kazuya patted his shoulder.

“Furuya,” he said. “Furuya Satoru.”

Furuya fit in easier after that, still reserved but he joined in more of the other kid’s games and activities, hanging back with Kazuya to observe when Kazuya had pissed off too many of them with his quick mouth. He also took to following Kazuya around and Kazuya had to admit he was starting to get used to it, having a shadow.

That shadow followed him for years, through all the daily small childhood drama of the orphanage to finally growing big enough to help rebuild the city and one day that shadow followed him into bed.

At first it scared him, the thought that Furuya had grown so close to his heart, as much a part of his life as breathing and Kazuya knew what it was like to not be able to breath under layers of facemasks to protect from sickness, under the pressure to keep breathing when everyone he loved had stopped. Even with the fear, Kazuya could never tell Furuya to leave. He would never choose the dark and lonely nights before Takashima found him and took him to the orphanage, not when he could have his own person, solid and safe, his steady breath tickling the back of his neck every time he wakes from a nightmare.