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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 FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
words: 757
It smells wrong. This room. It's all launder and starch, and here he is with the scent of the mound still clinging to his skin; talcum in the creases of his fingers.
Kawakami got as far as removing his trousers before the disjunction of it all struck him: of being here, of sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, cool sheets already turned down and ready for -- for --
A whip of silk. Kawakami glances over his shoulder toward the other side of the bed and sees Miyuki Kazuya slipping off his tie, tossing it aside to join his slacks and socks in a pile atop an overstuffed armchair. His briefs -- red; simple and functional -- cut a bold line against the untanned flesh of his inner thigh, and Kawakami has to look away again, a dark flush climbing up his cheeks.
He isn't nervous, exactly. There's no reason to be nervous: Miyuki's made his intentions plain since he suggested the two of them take a train uptown earlier that evening. The room was already booked, Miyuki clearly had all of this worked out for some time, so the only thing for Kawakami to do is to... go through the motions.
Miyuki, after all, does this with a player every year. He's the Swallows' good luck charm, coming around to sprinkle a bit of pixie dust on somebody when Miyuki decides they most need a good pair of wings. And Kawakami is well aware he's the starting pitcher for Saturday's game.
So no, it isn't nerves. It's just... something like disappointment.
"Nori."
Kawakami jolts out of his thoughts; tips his head up. Miyuki had, at some point, come around to his side of the bed, still in his underwear and shirt, the tails drifting against the cream-colored skin of his legs. His gaze behind his glasses is the same as ever: sharp, purposeful, quietly assessing.
"...Here."
Without waiting for a response, Miyuki's fingers slip through the loose half-knot of Kawakami's tie, and with a single movement slide it free of his throat. It drops to the floor, along with Kawakami's trousers, and then the fingers start to work on the top buttons of his shirt.
Kawakami tries not to swallow in such a way that his Adam's apple brushes against Miyuki's knuckles.
"You don't have to do this," he murmurs, lips feeling cracked and stiff when he moves them.
A small sigh, quickly suppressed. Miyuki is about to tell him that no one's making him do this; that he's choosing to; that it's always been his choice, each time, since their high school days. That if Kawakami is disappointed, it's only because he's gone into this with the wrong expectations, despite Miyuki's clear and consistent signposting. That he wants something Miyuki can't give instead of accepting what he has to offer.
Miyuki surprises him by saying none of that, in fact. Instead, he bends forward, the cool calluses of his palm cupping Kawakami's cheek as he draws him into a kiss.
It's soft and light. Miyuki's lips are plush and smooth in contrast to Kawakami's own; easy and inviting; everything you would want to fall into, and Kawakami can feel his ambivalence melting just a little as his eyes flutter shut.
"If you don't want to do this," Miyuki says, when their lips part, "that's something you need to tell me now. This is about you."
"You probably say that to everyone."
"Not everyone," Miyuki tells him, mouth quirking up into a grin. It means he's insulted; that Kawakami got the knife between his ribs with that one. For a moment, Kawakami is even sure it's wrenched deep enough to deter him; to call this whole ritual off. But no, Miyuki's principles come before even his pride. "And even if I did, it wouldn't make it less true."
Don't you think you're wasting your time? Kawakami wants to counter. Aren't there better people on this team who could use a good luck charm tonight?
"Stop overthinking it," says Miyuki, as if hearing his protests anyway. His fingers brush some of Kawakami's hair off his forehead, as he climbs onto the bed and into the pitcher's lap.
"Miyuki--!"
"Kazuya," he says, white shirt drifting open between their bodies as the last buttons come undone. Kawakami finds his lips close to the sharp line between tan and pale skin at the side of Miyuki's throat, and thinks he can feel his heart leaping all the way into his mouth. "For tonight, let's try 'Kazuya.'"
Re: FILL: TEAM FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
I love it - the details of the clothing (white vs red, the silk tie) - their history, and Miyuki's AU history here. The push and pull of desire vs expectation vs reality. And the last line is AMAZING.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!