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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!
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 KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
1761 words
i'm literally so sorry for this i saw this quote and the first thing i thought of was them acting differently public vs private in a thg au and now here we are r i p
Miyuki wins the Games when he's only twelve. It's probably the last thing anyone--let alone the Capitol--expected. A small, scrawny kid from Twelve, unfortunate enough to get reaped his first year in. But he's smart, capitalizing on the fear and desire not to die in an arena like this, entertainment for everyone watching. Miyuki used what he could to outsmart the other tributes, to beat them all out. To win.
People were in awe--still are--of the twelve year old no one thought could win it all, yet ended up being one of that year's strongest and smartest tributes.
Miyuki's only seventeen when he meets Furuya Satoru, one of District Twelve's tributes that he'll be mentoring that year.
He never really expects much out of the tributes from Twelve. No one from here has won since Miyuki did five years ago. And it's pointless to get attached to faces that'll be lifeless in a few days time, anyway. He's taught himself that very quickly.
Furuya's something entirely different. Someone who proves everything Miyuki thought he knew wrong. It's almost ridiculous. Here's someone--so quiet and non-threatening looking at first glance--who pulls a ten on his training score. Who can aim and throw knives unlike anything Miyuki's ever seen before.
Here's someone who has a real chance at winning, at making it out alive. With a little guidance, maybe, it's definitely a possibility.
Furuya's lethal in the Games. And he catches everyone's attention.
He's a monster, Miyuki hears some of them talk as the Games go on. He's incredible. Twelve hasn't had a tribute like this since--
Furuya's not perfect, of course. He gets himself into stupid situations a few times, gets a few injuries. Miyuki has to use money from sponsors to send him medicine a few times, or supplies and weapons after Furuya's broken them in the arena, and each time he sends notes attached with comments or advice or criticisms, hoping it will help Furuya forward, closer to victory.
In the end, no one's surprised when Furuya's crowned the victor that year. The most promising tribute wins and District Twelve has another victor. No longer just Miyuki.
"Miyuki-senpai?"
He rolls over in his bed when he hears Furuya's voice, soft and quiet, and frowns when he sees him standing in the doorway, like he's uncertain of himself. "Furuya? Something wrong?"
Furuya's silent for a moment, looks like he doesn't know where to begin. "I..."
For a brief moment, Miyuki thinks that no one would expect Furuya to be like this after watching the Games--quiet, thoughtful, tentative, gentle. They've never really seen this side of him--probably don't care to--because all those people want to see are fighters who make the game before them more entertaining. They don't care about the real people behind those masks.
Not many people do.
Miyuki's one of the few who has gotten to know Furuya in a personal context like this, who has gotten to see the real him. Melted down version than the battle-ready prodigy, District Twelve's newest victor.
"Nightmare?" Miyuki asks because he's familiar with those too, still has them even five years after he'd been in the Games. They're not as bad as they had been right after he first won, but they're still terrifying all the same. Impossible to forget.
Furuya nods, and Miyuki beckons him over to his bed, lets him climb in beside him. There's plenty of room for the both of them, and by now he knows that it's better when you're not alone, when there's someone who understands.
"How long?" he asks, laying back down, his eyes on Furuya laying on the pillow next to him.
"Since the Games ended."
"Yeah..." That was months ago. They're on Furuya's victory tour now. "Yeah, that happens."
"Did I wake you up?"
"No." He nudges Furuya's shoulder, gentle, lets his hand rest on his arm. "Don't worry about that."
"Alright..."
"Your toes are cold," Miyuki mumbles after a few moments of silence between them, a few moments of just laying here face to face, close but not close enough.
"Sorry." There's a shift in the bed, and it feels like Furuya is going to pull away. They've never done this before.
Furuya's pulse beats rapid under Miyuki's fingertips when he reaches out a hand to keep Furuya in place, to keep him here. He doesn't know if it's because of the dream he'd had a minutes ago, or if it's this proximity, trying something new.
"You don't have to leave."
Furuya doesn't say anything at first, but he does stay, and they've moved, lay a little closer together now. "Okay."
("Does it ever stop?" Furuya whispers, much later, against Miyuki's hair, one night when he'd migrated from his own room to Miyuki's, crawled into his bed and settled there like they've been doing since that first night. Just a lot closer than before.
"I'll let you know when I find out," Miyuki mumbles, his lips pressed against Furuya's collarbone, his hand rubbing gentle circles on his side.)
Even though he tells himself it'd be easier not to want this, it'd be easier not to chase after it, Miyuki finds it difficult to keep whatever this relationship is between him and Furuya from becoming more than that.
First, it'd started out strictly as two people who understood each other, who survived similar circumstances and are struggling to live through the aftermath now. Then he'd let Furuya sleep in his bed a few times--which became a welcomed and frequent habit very quickly--and even after the victory tour was over, sometimes Furuya would ask if he could spend the night at Miyuki's place back in Twelve or ask if Miyuki'd stay with him. (Miyuki'd make a show of thinking about it, but almost always would agree in the end.)
He could feel his guard weakening around Furuya over time. Could feel barriers he had wanted to keep up disappearing until they no longer existed anymore, melted away.
And then, things really had changed, lines that had existed prior to this had blurred. They'd shared things about each other that no one else knew--whispered secrets to each other in the dead of the night when they'b both lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Then, Furuya had cupped Miyuki's cheek one night after they had dinner together and Miyuki walked him home--just a short walk to the house next door to his in the victors' village--and pulled him into a quick, but gentle kiss under the moonlight.
"Thank you for everything, Miyuki-senpai."
Miyuki didn't respond, then, only pulled Furuya in again, kissed him harder that time, his fingers twisted tightly in Furuya's hair. His answer. He didn't want to let this go.
But, like most things here, happiness and safety doesn't ever seem to be completely obtainable. Not without a million obstacles in the way first.
When the next Quarter Quell's announcement comes along, they're sitting in front of the television on Miyuki's couch (which has practically become Furuya's too, since they all but officially live together), Furuya's head in his lap and Miyuki's hand running through his hair, waiting to hear what they'll be sent to the Capitol to mentor unfortunate tributes through this time.
"This year's tributes will be reaped from each district's already existing pool of victors."
That. That's the last thing either of them were expecting. Furuya sits upright as soon at the announcement is made, and Miyuki sits frozen, staring at the screen, hands curled tightly in his lap. There's no way. This has to be--
"We're going back?" Furuya mumbles, then repeats it, like he can't believe it. "We're going back."
He hasn't seen a look of fear like this on Furuya's face since the nightmares were at their worst a few years ago. But now it's back, after all this time and the false hope that they were free--
"We'll figure it out," Miyuki finally forces himself to say, when Furuya's hand finds his again later that night. I won't let you die.
So they put on their armor, relive a past as fighters and lethal weapons all over again. If they want to win, they'll have to take it up again. If they want to stand a chance at making it out alive, they'll have to come out just as strong as they did before.
District Twelve's incredible victors, ready to fight, ready to win.
"You're bleeding," Miyuki says quiet, reaching up to wipe the blood from Furuya's cheek with the sleeve of his jacket.
They ran into a few other tributes in the forest, had to fight them off, came out of it with a few scratches, but victorious. They're strong. They have to win. Will win.
He doesn't relax completely--can't when they're here and being on guard is necessary if they want to find some way of surviving this--but with Furuya it's easier. In this moment, a tiny sliver of solace, a brief escape from everything surrounding them, it's okay. Welcomed.
As Miyuki lowers his hand from Furuya's face, Furuya catches it in his own, curls their fingers together. "Miyuki-senpai?"
"Yeah?" He simultaneously hates and loves when Furuya looks at him like this--soft, with complete trust. Love. It scares Miyuki when he's reminded that he has this--something he can lose, something that could be taken away in an instant--but he also wants it, needs this. They're the same and they have each other, and there's comfort in that. Always has been.
He knows he'd fight for this. Until his last breath.
"I love you." Furuya says it quiet, not necessarily uncertain because he's said this to Miyuki before when they've been alone, but it's never been quite like this. Where they've been shoved into an arena together rather than alone and with nothing, forced to fight for what they've gained since their initial victories.
He still hates that this look, this intimate moment and gesture and words--meant for private spaces consisting of just himself and Furuya--have to be seen in a very not private space, on a camera for everyone watching the Games to see. For those people, all they're supposed to be is fighters not lovers, not real people. That's all he ever wants to be to them, who view their lives as nothing.
But that doesn't mean he won't take this, won't take all he can while he still has it. While they still have each other.
"Yeah." He smiles when Furuya presses a kiss to his knuckles, Miyuki's other hand resting on Furuya's thigh. He squeezes it gently. "Me too."
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