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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!
PROMPT: TEAM CHIHAYAFURU
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM CHIHAYAFURU
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Word count: 1108
Rating: G
Oikawa doesn’t mind the fact that everyone around him has one of them already; if anything, he’s grateful that his soulmate’s name hasn’t appeared on his wrist yet (or so he tells himself). Only his nemesis’ name, Kageyama Tobio, has been inked onto his left wrist, since the moment they locked eyes at the first Seijou and Karasuno match. But that was three years ago; Oikawa has long since accepted the fact that Kageyama is his arch-enemy, despite the fact that they didn’t actually speak to each other anymore.
Iwaizumi’s wrist has Akaashi Keiji’s name on it, the ex-setter from Fukurodani - and before long, they had started to date. When Iwaizumi first told him about this, Oikawa didn’t really know how to feel. He was happy for his best friend, obviously, but something sort of deflated inside of him. Not that he’d thought he and Iwa-chan were soulmates, exactly, but now it was definitely set in stone that Nothing Was Going To Happen. On top of that, Oikawa feared that he was going to be left alone - although he never expressed that fear out loud, of course.
Hanamaki and Matsukawa had each other’s names inked onto their wrists during their first year and they have since been glued to the hip. Yahaba had yelped in shock one afternoon in the changerooms to see that the kanji for ‘Kyoutani Kentarou’ had suddenly emerged on his left wrist, much to his bewilderment. However, after their graduation, Kyoutani and Yahaba have since been spotted holding hands and going on various dates around the city. Kindaichi and Kunimi were also happily together.
It seemed like everyone had been shot by Cupid, and Oikawa watched as he saw his old teammates fall in love with their best friend. Heck, social media had informed him that even the Karasuno guys had been happily matched up; Azumane, Sawamura, and Sugawara were something of an Item, Hinata was off gallivanting around Europe with Kozume Kenma, and Tanaka and Nishinoya probably started dating when they were in pre-school.
But, Oikawa tells himself for the thousandth time, You don’t need a soulmate. You can focus entirely on volleyball and worry about wrecking Tobio-chan’s ass in upcoming games at nationals.
“Hello? Earth to Oikawa?” Iwaizumi’s voice forces Oikawa to snap out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, what?”
“Are you okay? You’ve been really out of it all morning,” observes Iwaizumi while the two of them are sitting at a café, looking concerned. In that moment, Oikawa feels like telling him everything, from his anxiety about performing poorly at nationals to his crippling fear that no one would ever be his soulmate. Instead, he laughs heartily and places a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Iwa-chan, thank you for caring, but honestly, I’m fine,” Oikawa tells him. He’s not lying to Iwaizumi, but he isn’t telling him the exact truth, either. He knows deep down that he is fine - really - but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t benefit from having a shoulder to cry on. He also knows that Iwa-chan really does care about him and will always be there for him - but at the same time, Oikawa doesn’t want to burden Iwaizumi with all this personal angst.
When Oikawa goes to the university gym the following week, he glances at his left arm out of habit. The kanji for Kageyama’s name stands out in black ink, as if mocking him. He knows “enemy” is a bit of a stretch for what Kageyama is to him now; “rival”, maybe, is more suitable. Perhaps they used to be enemies back in high school, but now, Oikawa thinks that it’s really not necessary. Most other people had their enemies’ names scarred off once high school had finished and the salt sessions were over, but for some reason, Kageyama’s damn name would not fall the fuck off, and Oikawa was starting to get pissed.
“Oikawa-san?” an all-too familiar voice interrupts Oikawa’s bench-pressing session. He stops, places the bar down, and swivels around.
“Kageyama?!”
Simultaneously, they both burst out, “What are you doing here?” much to Oikawa’s embarrassment.
“This is my gym,” gestures Kageyama, looking around the room as if he owns the place.
Oikawa holds onto that thought, confused. There was no way that was possible, because this is -
“You go to Tokyo Sports University?!” exclaims Oikawa, comprehending the only logical reason that Kageyama would be here.
Kageyama looks at him, confused. He raises a hand to scratch his head, and it is only then when Oikawa takes in Kageyama’s physical appearance. He looks different to what he looked like in high school - he’s musclier, bigger, notes Oikawa. “I … I got a scholarship here,” mutters Kageyama in response, looking positively flushed.
Damn, Tobio. Were you always this cute? Oikawa thinks before pushing out those thoughts. “Congratulations,” he says honestly.
Kageyama raises his eyebrows as if in shock and looks down at his feet. “Thank you,” is all he says.
There’s an uncomfortable silence between them, and Oikawa vaguely wonders if the hammering of his heart is due to the strenuous work-out session or because of Kageyama’s almost unbearably adorable and frighteningly uncharacteristic expression: modesty.
“Uh,” Kageyama is the first to break the silence and looks up at Oikawa again. “Do you want me to spot you?”
Oikawa almost laughs at this absurd request, but decides on mere whim that it wouldn’t do him any harm to have someone assist him while he was working with the weights. He nods and lies down onto the bench press machine. He doesn’t know why, but his hands are shaking and Kageyama standing so close to him while he exercises does nothing to help.
“You’re a little shaky, Oikawa-san,” says Kageyama softly, and he carefully adjusts Oikawa’s grip on the barbell. When Kageyama’s hands make contact with Oikawa’s, the latter almost instinctively retracts his hand before realising that that would probably not have been the best move, given his current situation. In the split moment that Oikawa hesitates, though, the barbell wobbles dangerously but Kageyama’s insane reflexes steadies the bar right above his head.
Fuck, that was too close, Oikawa thinks furiously.
“Thanks,” the two share a glance before Kageyama glides his hands over Oikawa’s to balance the bar again. That’s when Oikawa notices it. Kageyama’s left wrist has a faint scar on it from when he had settled things with his enemy, but his right wrist has a name written on it, clear as day:
及川 徹
(Oikawa Tooru)
His name. His own fucking name on Kageyama’s wrist, and not on the side that had been erased.
Well, well. Things had most definitely just taken an unexpected turn.
Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
FILL: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA, G.
IDK I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET SOMETHING DONE I'M SORRY
—
he remembers the first time he saw that name on his right wrist, a deeper shade of red than the flesh around it—he was four, and he used every ounce of his childish brain power to etch the kanji into his mind. he wondered, quietly, how it should be read. when he stumbled over to his mother about it, she pointed it out all the possibilities, yet that was the one that clung onto him. there was one particular reading he liked the best: shadow mountain and flying hero.
this is your soulmate, she would say while tracing the characters with a fingertip while oikawa squirmed in her lap. he could remember the sound of her laughter, warm and light, like a chime greeted by the evening breeze. you won’t forget, will you, tooru?
he doesn’t. he’s fourteen when he’s alone in the house, when he finally gets the name on his left wrist. all of his friends have already gotten that curse, the names of their enemy; and in some ways it makes the house feel fuller, even with one wrist marked with a person he hasn’t met yet.
oikawa looks, half-hiding behind his right hand and half-not, at the marks that are now discernible. the cherry blossoms are dying off as the end of spring looms near, and under the fluorescent light, he sees it: kageyama tobio.
the same name on his other wrist.
he resists fate, like all teenage boys do. he scratches and scratches until angry red marks obscure the name engraved into his skin. when it doesn’t work, he ignores it. he hasn’t met this kageyama tobio, and maybe he won’t now, even if the name rolls off his tongue after a million practices from childhood.
there’s a day that stands out from all the others that tooru can remember. it’s when he’s a mere couple months older, the cusp of puberty and teenagehood. he enters the kitagawa daiichi gym to start a new year’s worth of practice, but it isn’t until he watches a certain boy speak that oikawa’s world shifts underneath him—slowly, but all at once.
that one small boy with wide blue eyes calls out, “i’m kageyama tobio!” and oikawa swallows the lump forming in his throat. he stops, and he thinks, is this who i’ll end up with? this scrawny kid?
it doesn’t end there.
captivated is a strong word. he’s read it before, in the shoujo mangas girls giggle over in class or the romance novels his sister used to fawn over. he thinks it’s too much for someone so undeserving, but he’s not stupid enough to deny that his eyes are always wandering over to tobio during volleyball practice. and how can they not, with the almost flawless form of tobio’s setting, arms up, fingers spread in the air to pass the ball with the utmost precision. there are parts of it that are messy, and if you ask oikawa, he can point them all out: tobio’s knees aren’t bent at exactly the right angle, his fingertips miss by a centimeter or two.
nothing like his own, mastered after endless practices. oikawa can feel the years creeping up on him when he sees tobio, the inevitable pursuit that will make tobio better than him in less time than it would take oikawa to improve that much.
it’s a terrible thing, the way it gnaws at his head, and now he understands why tobio is on the left wrist. but not why he’s on the other.
oikawa never asks about tobio’s wrists. he’s seen them once or twice while tobio changed in the locker room, embedded to both sides, and he grimaces at the memory. his name there, on the expanse of tobio’s pale skin, is the last thing he wants to see.
tobio, though, never asks either. it doesn’t seem like tobio cares much for anything outside of volleyball, but oikawa doesn’t know if he prefers the will you teach me how to serve, oikawa-san? to is my name on your wrists too? something about tobio’s selective avoidance leaves him irritated.
oikawa graduates soon enough and the silence is still there, forming the distance between them.
it takes a couple more years before oikawa even gets an inkling of why he and tobio have been tied by the red string. it’s a pity, though, that it only comes after being apart.
he doesn’t miss tobio. every fibre of his being tells him that. but there’s something that bothers him about the way he seems to fit into karasuno, and the antagonism that tobio shows every time the two of them share a court (not that oikawa doesn’t feel like he deserves it, if he’s finally honest enough to say). the once wide blue eyes have narrowed into mistrustful, perpetually angry ones. tobio had grown up.
and so had oikawa.
he grew past the years of crippling self-doubt at the thought of tobio’s setting. tobio was no longer the darkness looming over, eating at his head until his mind was infested with the thought of being replaced.
too bad, though, that childishness was still bleeding into oikawa’s vessels instinctively, at the sight of this stupid kouhai.
what surprises oikawa years later, when he’s a third year in university, is that tobio is the one who takes initiative.
he finds oikawa on campus, leaving class, and pulls him aside with a socially messy excuse to the friend group that had been surrounding oikawa. when the two of them are tucked behind a building and out of sight, tobio stands there for a moment while oikawa watches with a brow raised.
“what is it, tobio-chan?”
tobio’s face flushes as he stutters, all before he pulls up his sleeves and shows the kanji practically engraved into his wrists. oikawa can kind of feel his cheeks heat up too, just from seeing his name written faintly red marks.
“you,” tobio breathes. he’s the one stepping up while oikawa is against the wall. “you too, oikawa-san?”
if the two of them had been friendly before, then maybe this would’ve been the perfect moment for a kiss—but they weren’t, yet oikawa feels the need to fill this space with something intimate. he leans forward until his forehead touches tobio’s, his own face as stupidly warm as tobio’s looks.
oikawa looks into those blue eyes, parts his lips before tobio can inject, and exhales softly, “yeah. stupid kouhai. me too.”