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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 IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
no tags, pyrokinesis, arson
1077 words
Miyuki sees a boy sparking a pile of leaves by the pavement into flames without a match or lighter, and just like that, his curiosity is damned.
“Hey!” He yells out through cupped hands around his mouth. “Hey, you there!”
The boy glances at him for a moment before paying him no mind again, intently watching the leaves crinkle into brown dust as they’re eaten by the fire.
What the guy hasn’t taken into account is how familiar Miyuki is with cold shoulders, and how they have never fazed him when he wants to achieve something.
In this case, he wants to achieve clarification, so he saunters up— jaunty, unafraid, and eager. Miyuki stops beside the stranger, raises his hands above the small flickering heat in front of them to feel the warmth it emanates.
(The fire is real, not just a figment of Miyuki’s imagination.)
“Hey.”
The subject of Miyuki’s current intrigue, snorts and finally deigns to grace him with a proper look. He actually seems pretty handsome – brown curls, button nose, sharp eyes— if Miyuki squints past the frostiness in his features. “What do you want?”
Miyuki grins. “I want to know how you did that.”
“Did what?” The boy answers, still having the gall to play pretend, but it doesn’t deter Miyuki from going on.
“You started the fire without using anything. That’s pretty amazing, you know.” He tilts his head. “Or was it just a magic trick?”
The other rolls his eyes before stamping his foot on the ground once. A tiniest lick of flame springs up beside his shoe, then, it quickly extinguishes itself. “Happy now?”
(Miyuki’s heart skips a beat.)
“I guess.” He nods, continues, “I’m Miyuki Kazuya, by the way. Can I have your number?”
The brown-haired boy balks and stares at him with comically wide eyes. He turns his nose up, snippily replying, “If you want the great Oikawa-san’s number, you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Ah, Miyuki thinks, I’ve always loved a challenge. So, he pushes the frame of his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, and accepts.
“It’ll be an honour to, Oikawa-san.”
*
He first brings Oikawa a stack of cardboards.
They’ve agreed to meet every Friday night at an empty parking lot nearby, because fire always burns prettier when it’s dark.
Miyuki chucks his stuff onto the middle of the road and shrugs his shoulders. “Be my guest.”
“Cheap,” Oikawa comments, but doesn’t miss a step; it’s barely five seconds before the cardboards explode into a wall of flames.
Amber hues and flickering shadows play across Oikawa’s face, and the sudden blistering heat surrounding them makes Miyuki swallow a lump he never knew was stuck in his throat.
When the burning dies down, it leaves a sooty dark spot as a memento.
Oikawa stretches his arms above him and walks away, calling out, “Bring something nicer next time, Kazuya-chan, that wasn’t even fun!”
Miyuki has no complains about that at all.
(He wants to fill the whole parking lot with burnt marks too; they’ll be reminders of the type of people Oikawa and him are.)
*
The broken pieces of wooden furniture Miyuki manages to scavenge from a public construction site sets Oikawa clapping his hands excitedly.
“Wood is always the best!” The boy crows, gleeful, almost too young like this.
Miyuki, on the other hand, tries his best to refrain from blurting some stupid innuendo concerning mornings and wood.
This time the flames burst immediately once Miyuki has thrown the material down, and, oh, what a sight it is: a pillar of red waves blazes upwards, growing higher and higher as if it wants to licks its fury against the sky, nearly blinding in its illumination.
Oikawa cackles. Miyuki is breathless.
In fact, Miyuki is so breathless that he wants to share oxygen from Oikawa’s open mouth, only that concerns kissing and putting his lips on a walking, talking human torch who essentially is a stranger he’s just met two weeks ago so—
He fucks logic. Catches the boy’s collar and drags him in.
Oikawa snickers, lips quivering against Miyuki’s chapped ones; Miyuki wants to sock him somewhere, anywhere, for dragging things out this long, but, hey, he’s got something better to focus on right now.
“Good try.” Oikawa wipes his mouth on the back of his hand after they pull away from each other. “But, you’re still not getting my number.”
“You have a terrible personality, you know that right?” Miyuki spits back, sounding so fond even in vitriol.
“Pot, kettle, take your pick, Kazuya-chan!”
(He doesn’t pick either, just chooses the red glow he keeps seeing when he closes his eyes, simmering in a corner of his mind.)
*
Third time’s the charm.
Oikawa’s mouth drops in awe at the box of sprinklers and fireworks Miyuki unearths from his knapsack.
“It’s too early for Tanabata,” he whispers, taking in all the different brands and types.
The smirk on Miyuki’s face widens exponentially. “It’s never too late or too early for monkey business, Oikawa-san.”
“True enough.”
And they get down to it.
Later, Oikawa slaps Miyuki’s shoulder and holds out an open palm. “Give me your phone.”
Miyuki tears his sight away from the multi-coloured flowers and spirals decorating the sky above them, coughing a little from the smell of ozone and sulphur. “Huh?”
“Your. Phone.” Oikawa repeats sweetly with fake patience and taps his foot on the ground, eliciting baby sparks in its rhythm. It’s sort of cute.
He passes it wordlessly, memorising the way the phone screen shine a blue spotlight onto Oikawa’s face as he types his number in.
Just as it’s saved, the last of their firecrackers die down, letting night and silence fall over them once more.
(But police sirens sound in the distance.)
“I’ll call you later, Oikawa-san!” Miyuki shouts as they quickly part ways for the week.
He gets flipped off for that. However, he also grasps the tail-end of a resigned it’s Tooru! and that’s fine too.
*
Tooru actually picks his call up when Miyuki dials his number the next night.
“Hello,” he laughs, surprised and light. “This is Miyuki Kazuya, and I think I like dangerous things.”
An affronted snort comes from the other end of the line, then: let’s be real, you’re just a pyromaniac, Kazuya-chan
[I had a lust
I had a firecracker
I had a love for the sound of this world]
— ”Firecracker” by Voxtrot
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G