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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, G
tloz canon typical violence, water
1157 words.
Miyuki Kazuya wipes the sweat from his brow, exertion in his bones, his bow heavy in his hand as he scales the mountain up to the top.
It’s a fitting end to his adventure—he visited all the temples, made friends with all the guardians, received their blessings and restored peace to the world. There’s only one thing left to do—beat the villain and go home to live a quiet life until the Triforce of Wisdom is needed again.
The top of the mountain goes above the clouds, the air becoming thinner and harder to breathe. Miyuki reaches the top and looks around the flat ground, his heart drumming in his chest. Where is—
A shroud of darkness culminates to the center of the area, the Triforce of Power’s wielder landing gently on the ground.
“Mei,” Miyuki greets.
“Kazuya,” Narumiya smiles, “how nice to see you.”
**
The fight is brutal—Narumiya, by nature, is an up-close-and-personal fighter with his fists and Miyuki constantly has to step back and fire light arrow after light arrow, but hey, final fights are nothing except desperation to win coursing through each of their veins, the desire stronger than ever with the fate of the world swinging in the middle.
Miyuki fires another arrow and Narumiya dodges, taking the time to close the gap and swing a punch, landing it into Miyuki’s side and sending him almost tumbling off the edge of the mountain, skidding to the edge. Miyuki barely has time to roll away as Narumiya leaps up into the air, slamming a fist down into the ground where Miyuki’s head would have been.
“Really,” Narumiya says dryly as Miyuki stumbles to his feet, his glasses askew and bent due to the fight, “you didn’t think that throughout all those adventures—you didn’t think that you’d, I don’t know, maybe need a weapon for fighting man-to-man?”
“Nah,” Miyuki says, “it’ll just make it worse when you lose.”
Narumiya groans and lunges again and again, fist swinging into empty air or connecting with Miyuki’s bow, not giving the archer enough time to fire. Miyuki curses and sprints away, his legs burning, and he’s finally able to notch a light arrow and fire it when something interrupts.
All he sees is a flash of green, a Hyrulean shield coming up to defend Narumiya against the arrow of light. Then the stranger—someone, someone interrupts, Miyuki corrects himself—spins around to slash at the darkness with a sword.
Narumiya steps back and stares. The Triforce on Miyuki’s hand burns with such intensity that it hurts, stings, throbs, and Miyuki stares at the missing piece of their Triforce that he hadn’t thought of before.
“Which one of you is the bad guy?” the stranger, clad in all green, asks.
He’s an idiot.
“It’s him,” Narumiya says and points at Miyuki, who shakes his head and throws his hands up in defense.
“I’m—oh, come on Mei—I’m the Hyrulean prince, Miyuki Kazuya?” Miyuki arches an eyebrow.
“I don’t know Hyrulean royalty,” the stranger says, boldly unashamed about living under a rock, and both Narumiya and Miyuki stumble in surprise.
“Oh,” Narumiya says, as if he remembers something, “you lose, Kazuya.”
Narumiya laughs and disappears in a flash of smoke and Miyuki swears—dark clouds go up to the sky and spreads out, encasing the world in darkness. Narumiya floats, dark plumes of smoke swirling around him, and waves as he directs the smoke downwards. Miyuki hisses as he tackles the stranger in green, sending both of them off the mountain, hurtling towards the ground that’s better than being eroded away by the darkness above.
The stranger, predictably, is spitting and yelling and swearing up a storm and Miyuki is angry, so angry that maybe that’s why he laughs—still, he’s surprised that they don’t need to change their trajectory—perhaps the wind is aiding them downwards.
Miyuki casts a spell and they stop, inches from the ground. Miyuki gracefully backflips and lands on his feet—the stranger falls on his butt in the gentlest of fashion.
“I would have been fine up there,” the stranger growls, “I’m not affected by that.”
“Where were you hiding all this time,” Miyuki says and jabs a finger at the stranger’s chest.
Sourly, the boy rubs as his chest. “I was asleep,” he mumbles, “I wasn’t needed until now.”
Until the world was cast, truly cast in darkness.
“Asleep—wasn’t exactly beauty rest, was it,” Miyuki jabs despite the darkness of the sky doing nothing to lighten his mood and the other squawks and splutters.
“Well,” the Triforce of Courage huffs, “I think I look great.”
“Have you looked in a mirror lately,” Miyuki groans, the other’s shaggy hair obviously styled from inattention than careful grooming.
“A mirror?” The other replies. “What is that?”
“You—you can’t be serious,” Miyuki stares, “how have you been living up until now?”
“In the countryside with my family,” the other scowls.
“So under a rock,” Miyuki surmises.
“You don’t know that,” the stranger scowl worsens—Miyuki hadn’t thought that possible.
**
“Reintroductions are in order,” Miyuki says as they make their way through the woods back to Sawamura’s home, Miyuki’s kingdom being seized by Narumiya. “I am Miyuki Kazuya, the wielder of the Triforce of Wisdom, former prince of Hyrule, which is now under siege by Narumiya Mei, the wielder of the Triforce of Power.”
“Sawmaura Eijun,” he responds, “wielder of the Triforce of Courage. Sorry about—” he grinds his teeth together, annoyed, “—interrupting your fight, I didn’t know who I was fighting but I knew that I had to fight someone—maybe if you were in your castle, Miyuki Kazuya, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Maybe if you woke up when I was in my castle, this wouldn’t have happened.” Miyuki rolls his eyes. “And don’t use my full name—that’s awkward.”
**
It’s essentially boils down to this: two bitter men blessed by the goddesses themselves have set out on a quest to reclaim the kingdom of Hyrule and free their world from evil.
“Miyuki Kazuya!” Sawamura yells as Miyuki runs and leaps into the icy cold waters that are above the Water Temple, dark shadows that look like a mix between sharks and spiders are the only things visible aside from the shadow of the temple itself. “You can’t—we’re not prepared.”
“You have the boots,” Miyuki says, “equip them and drag me down with them.”
“Where are the Zoras,” Sawamura asks instead and looks around, concern in his eyes.
“In hiding,” Miyuki says, which is the kinder version of they’re most likely dead. Which they both know yet accept the lie easily. “Let’s—let’s go. Hurry. Grab my hand.”
“Ugh,” Sawamura says and puts the Iron Boots on, grabbing Miyuki’s hand and interlacing their fingers, ignoring the private thrill that runs through his body. “Hold your breath.”
He jumps in and they’re both dragged down.
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, G