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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 GRANDSTAND, T
1313 words
"I'm here, Makishima," Kinjou said as he walked into Makishima's apartment one Saturday. Then he saw the angry scratches covering Makishima's arms. "Rough morning?" he asked.
"Something like that," Makishima replied with a shrug.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not yet."
Kinjou set his bag down on the floor and sat down across the table from Makishima. There was no point in pushing the subject, his partner would talk if and when they were ready. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked.
Makishima let out a short laugh. "I knew you'd ask. I made curry; there're leftovers in the fridge if you want them."
"I'm good," Kinjou said. "Fukutomi and I grabbed lunch after our ride."
"How is he?"
"He's doing well. He says he has an interesting team for the Interhigh."
"Heh, I wonder if they're as interesting as ours?" Makishima said.
"Time will tell," Kinjou said as he took his laptop and notebooks out of his bag. In the comfortable silence that followed, he started on his homework and planning for the week while Makishima read.
An hour later, Makishima put their book down. "I'm going to take a bath," they said.
"I'll be here when you're done," Kinjou promised, and Makishima left, marking the beginning of a familiar ritual.
It was a ritual that had started back in their first year when Makishima had admitted late one night at the training camp that they didn't have many memories of their mother, but one that they cherished and missed was that of their mother brushing their hair and braiding it every night before bed.
Kinjou had hesitated at first, not sure if Makishima would appreciate him doing something that had so many complicated associations, but eventually he had decided to try anyway and had gathered up the long strands and brushed them smooth. Makishima hadn't realized what Kinjou was doing at first, but as soon as they did, they had curled into an impossibly small ball, hugging their knees to their chest and making no effort to hide the tears streaming down their face.
Kinjou had stopped, unsure of whether to continue or not, but when Makishima had whispered "please" and thanked him afterward, he had felt better about the experiment. Since then, whenever Makishima had a bad day, he would braid their hair and hold them until they no longer felt so alone.
He had offered to wash Makishima's hair for them as well, but Makishima liked their privacy, so now Kinjou waited in the kitchen until he heard the bathroom door open. Then he set his books and half-finished training schedules aside and followed Makishima to the bedroom. Makishima was waiting for him as usual, with their robe tied loosely around their waist and their hair hanging down their back.
Kinjou sat down behind them, picked up the comb, and began working out the tangles. As always, he noticed the minute Makishima let their head fall forward and began crying, but he didn't say anything. Makishima would talk when they were ready, and until then, he would hold them and let them cry for as long as they needed.
He started talking when he began braiding. He didn't talk of anything of substance, just kept up a narrative of small moments — what he and Fukutomi had talked about that morning, something interesting his math teacher had said the day before, how he was thinking of making Teshima the next team captain.
He talked until he finished braiding. Then, he pulled Makishima in close and began kissing them gently, starting at the base of their neck and working his way up over the curve of their ear. Makishima had largely stopped crying by that point, and he wiped the tears away, kissing his fingers and pressing them to the red skin in their place.
"My uncle called today," Makishima said quietly, "you know which one."
Kinjou sighed. "I'm sorry," he said. "What did he want?"
"The same things as always. He says he's worried about me living alone when I have school and everything else, but…"
"You don't ever have to go back with any of them," Kinjou whispered fiercely. "You have Ren in England, and me here, and we'll be behind you the entire way."
It was a story that Kinjou only knew in pieces, something patched together from whispered confessions after long practices and notes written on scraps of paper and shoved into Kinjou's hands before they could be torn up in hesitation. It was a story that had begun when Makishima's mother had passed away when they were elementary school and continued when their father had left them and Ren not long after.
It was a story that should have had a happier ending when Makishima and Ren were sent to live with other relatives, but none of them had understood Makishima or Makishima's tastes, and from what Kinjou had pieced together, some had been more forceful in their attempts to "fix" Makishima than others.
Just before Makishima had started high school, Ren had made the hard choice to leave for England. He hadn't wanted to leave Makishima alone, but at the same time, there was a much larger market for his fashion overseas, and so he had left with the goal of being able to support Makishima as well as himself.
It hadn't happened immediately, but by the end of Makishima's first year, Ren had been sending enough to pay for Makishima's school fees and to pay for Makishima to have an apartment of his own. Kinjou had only met Ren briefly on occasion, but he would be forever grateful to him for giving Makishima a way out.
That didn't change the damage that had already been done though, or the damage that still was still being done by those who had hurt Makishima in the past.
"Sometimes I think they broke me," Makishima said softly, their hands curling protectively around their sides.
"They tried, but they underestimated you," Kinjou replied, slipping his hand inside Makishima's robe to trace the scars he knew littered Makishima's sides.
He remembered the first time they had ever shown him the scars. It was after they had been dating for several months, and he had grown used to Makishima's shyness. One night not long after Makishima had moved into their apartment, they had asked, "Can I show you something, Kinjou? You need to know. Before this goes any farther."
Kinjou had nodded, and Makishima had untied the belt on their robe, letting it fall to the floor beside them. They had looked away, their hair falling over their eyes and shielding them from Kinjou's reaction.
It was the first time Kinjou had seen Makishima nude, and to Kinjou it was just another beautiful thing about his partner. He knew why Makishima had hesitated though, and it made him angry. The field of scars that covered Makishima's hips shouldn't have mattered, but he knew Makishima enough to know that wasn't how they would see them.
He had risen from the bed and pushed Makishima's hair aside until he could look them in the eye. "You're the person I love, Makishima," he had said. "The scars don't take away from that."
"You don't think I'm weak?" Makishima had asked hesitantly
"I think you're strong," he had replied.
Over a year later, he still felt that way. Makishima shuddered as Kinjou's fingers ran over the familiar ridges. "You could have chosen anyone you wanted. Someone pretty and whole, not the ugly, broken spider freak."
"I think you're beautiful," Kinjou said, lying down and pulling Makishima in close, "and I love you because of who you are, not in spite of it."
They fell asleep wrapped around one another with their bodies pressed together, and woke several hours later when Toudou rang the doorbell bearing pizza for dinner.