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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
- Your fill still has to be about a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. What ships you create work for is up to you, though.
- To submit your fill, simply leave it as a comment as a reply to this post.
- 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)
Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your fill comment in one of the following ways:
| If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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 fills as you want!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!
FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M
nudity, supernatural, werewolves
1159 words
Miyuki Kazuya is an average office worker—he wakes up in the morning at six thirty, sharp, blearily stumbles through his mundane morning routine to get out the door at eight, and he’s usually sitting in traffic during rush hour for enough time to scrape by getting to his office by a few minutes before nine.
It’s an uneventful three hours, thirty minutes break for lunch, then work until another four and a half hours until he’s back in his car and fighting the rush of traffic on the way back home. Then he cooks dinner, brushes his teeth, calls it a day after nine or ten or so.
Rinse. Repeat.
**
Miyuki Kazuya wakes up one morning and goes through his daily routine without any flaws. He takes a shower, brushes his teeth, dries his hair and cooks himself breakfast. He puts on a suit, toes on his shoes, and gets outside right in time to see—
The very naked human being curled up on his front lawn.
“Um,” Miyuki manages to say out loud, and turns around to close the door. He reopens it after breathing in and out for a minute and the body stirs as if in response, so Miyuki takes the opportunity to clean his glasses lens.
Nope, still there, still very naked.
“Okay,” Miyuki says and does what any normal person would do—go over to the body and nudge them gently with his foot.
The boy groans and squeezes his eyes shut, curling around tighter.
“Excuse me,” Miyuki says and he’s already behind schedule, well, great, traffic’s going to be even worse than usual, “there are better places to sleep other than my lawn.”
“Wha—“ The other says and startles to attention, gold eyes snapping wide open as he scrambles to his feet. Miyuki pointedly stares at the other’s face, not daring to look down at the streaker that infiltrated his life.
“I was—I’m—I,” the other runs a hand through his hair, “what the hell,” he sighs.
“No,” Miyuki says with a grim expression, “that’s what I should be saying.”
“I just, I was a,” the boy squints, “I was a wolf and I was running without any real direction so I—I just.”
“What a vivid dream,” Miyuki says and this can’t be real, since he’s literally entertaining a naked individual on his lawn at eight in the morning on a Tuesday. “Glad you discovered you were a sleepwalker. Don’t come back.”
With that, he leaves.
**
Time passes and the boy ends up on his lawn, naked as the day he was born, and spluttering apologies with his name in between.
“You know that I can call the police and give them your name,” Miyuki says dryly and Sawamura Eijun splutters, both hands covering his crotch in the most awkward angry state he’s seen a man take.
“What is it with you and my lawn,” Miyuki sighs instead and Sawamura starts again with the whole wolf thing.
Miyuki ignores him. He’s going to be late.
**
He checks it, just in case, and last night was a full moon. The first night was a full moon as well.
Ridiculous, he thinks through bites of rice from the cafeteria’s bento, and then scrolls onto more important things.
**
Third time’s the charm has him staying up the next time there’s a full moon.
Miyuki watches his lawn with his head propped up by his hand. It’s by far one of the most ridiculous things he’s ever done. He’s not paranoid enough to consider the night terrors that walk around, also known as burglars, but he does do a routine scan to make sure that every entrance is locked. His phone is in his hands, because he’s not that stupid.
Around two am, when Miyuki’s eyes get droopy with fatigue and he’s considering turning in for the night for a rough day at work, he sees it: a wolf, shaggy brown hair trotting along his lawn, golden eyes piercing through the night.
Miyuki watches as the wolf paws at the ground, sniffs pointedly, and then flops down at the same spot that he’s found Sawamura lying at. It takes a while but Miyuki has reason enough to believe that the wolf has fallen asleep and—oh god, he’s not going to watch a wolf sleep while he could get some shuteye himself.
Still, he wakes up with the sun and heads downstairs in his pajamas, opening the door to see Sawamura Eijun stark naked on his lawn.
“Great,” he mutters, “wow.”
“Oi,” Miyuki says and nudges Sawamura’s cold body with his toe, “wake up. I’ll cook you breakfast.”
**
Sawamura eats as though he’s been starved for his entire life, inhaling everything that Miyuki puts down, rarely pausing to chew. Honestly, it’s a bit of an ego booster—Sawamura’s not shy with his compliments and Miyuki rarely cooks for anyone that’s not himself—and Miyuki welcomes the change of seeing Sawamura fully clothed in an old hoodie and shorts.
“See,” Sawamura yells halfway through his third omelette rice, “I was telling the truth!”
“And I was supposed to believe you, a random naked stranger, right off the bat? Really?” Miyuki snorts. “Besides, why me? Why not just ending up in your backyard?”
“I don’t know,” Sawamura complains honestly, “the wolf decides.”
**
The next time there’s a full moon, Sawamura is standing outside of his house with a duffel bag underneath his arm.
“Sawamura Eijun, ready for this operation!” Sawamura cheers with giddiness in his voice and Miyuki rolls his eyes, lets the moocher in with dinner already on the table.
He’s there for when Sawamura hunches over, limbs and bones cracking as he shifts into his wolf form against his will. Cries of pain turning into huffs of exertion, human hands turning into soft paws.
“Hey,” Miyuki says and the wolf snorts, pushing its snout—if you can call it that, Miyuki doesn’t necessarily pride himself on dog terminology—into the firmness of Miyuki’s belly.
“You can’t be hungry, you just ate,” Miyuki says even though that was four hours ago and the wolf buries deeper, moving so that Miyuki’s arm hangs limply around his head and he’s effectively sandwiched between Miyuki’s arm and his side. “Oh god,” Miyuki groans and it’s just like having a big dog—he leans down to rub Sawamura’s fur, scratching behind the ears, and Sawamura rewards him by being an ass and slobbering all over him.
That’s the story of how he ends up in the bed with an oversized dog—the damn wolf doesn’t calm down until he grips a paw with his hand and the tip of his cold nose bumps against his adam’s apple in the most uncomfortable position yet—but the warmth of another body eventually lulls him to sleep.
But when morning comes and Miyuki wakes up with a naked partner, well, that’s a different story entirely.
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M
everyone likes to come up with puppy!sawamura headcanons and honestly i feel like those can even apply to him as a wolf because in the end he's just...puppy...
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M
i love sawamura so much hh h h HAHAHA BUT I LIKE THAT HE'D BE A SHIBA INU JUST LIKE MY FAVE CHARA IN KHR (aka ur icon) BUT RIGHT!! he's just an oversized dog miyuki let him live
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M