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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)
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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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.
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FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T
mentions of nonconsensual drugging, black market, drugs, human trafficking, human experiments, painful transformations to and from monsters forms
a slight spinoff from this aka my krry exchange fic. kawink.
1088 words.
They rescue their twentieth mermaid two days after their last one.
Miyuki makes a note of it in his book. Narumiya scoffs as he leans against the water tank that houses said mermaid, sleeping due to the drug they injected in the water with the explosive collar still around his neck. They’re going to have to enlist Nabe to deactivate it so they can examine the mermaid without fear of his head being blown off.
“This is the fifth on this month,” Narumiya says as he rolls his sleep-deprived eyes, “the black market must really be hopping.”
“I can’t imagine anyone who hasn’t fantasized about mermaids,” Miyuki retaliates and Narumiya raises his eyebrows. “Hopefully this will be the last of them.”
“Hopefully,” Narumiya sucks his lip in thought. They both know that they’re powerless to actually stop the concoction of drugs circulating the underground—they can reverse the factor but the influx of mermaids can only be stopped by a true lack of demand.
“Well,” Miyuki yawns, “Nabe will be here soon.”
“Alright,” Narumiya responds and pushes himself off the tank, “I’ll wheel him out to the surgery room.”
**
Nabe gets the collar off in a personal best, the deactivated collar on the table.
**
Miyuki wakes up at a bleary 0405 and his eyes are so dry that he has to fumble through five drawers before he plucks the eyedropper out from underneath several papers.
He heads over to the mermaid room—a glorified tank of water that is the span of a football field and a half—and knocks on the glass.
They do the healing in batches of five, usually, and it’s always a painful process that involves a saw, several people holding the mermaids down as they scream their way back to being human, and enough drugs that would make a regular pharmacist’s mind spin. But they had at least sixteen in the tank at one time and they tapped out that it was spacious enough, ish, and Miyuki would take it.
“Hey,” Miyuki taps out on the glass as one mermaid swims close, “where is the newcomer?”
Her eyes light up as she readily swims off. Soon, she’s back with her arm around his bicep.
“Does he know morse,” Miyuki taps.
“Nope,” she taps back with a giggle. “But we can translate?”
Miyuki thinks.
“No,” he taps back, “I might have to ask things that he’d be uncomfortable answering with a middle man. If it’s not too much trouble, Yui, please stay to help me teach him.”
“Don’t have anything better to do,” Yui taps back.
**
Yui won’t tell him the mermaid’s name.
“He wants to tell you it himself,” Yui snorts derisively as her fingers tap on the glass.
“Right,” he taps back with a sigh. “But he hasn’t tapped anything.”
“Only when you’re around,” Yui cheerfully taps back.
What does that mean, Miyuki scowls.
**
“Miyuki Kazuya, thank you,” the mermaid taps out when Miyuki arrives five days later.
Miyuki knows he must look stunned because Yui explodes into a series of giggles.
“He wanted your name to be the first thing he said,” Yui taps and the mermaid reddens, opening his mouth to shout at her in embarrassment.
“That’s not very useful,” Miyuki taps, “I’d rather know his name.”
The mermaid looks affronted and starts mouthing off. Miyuki has no clue what he’s saying. Yui giggles.
“Sawamura Eijun,” he taps out, “you ungrateful bastard.”
“How much do you know,” Miyuki taps.
“I’m conversational,” Sawamura scowls.
“He’s been practicing with me for quite some time,” Yui nods, “he’s ready for your interrogation.”
Miyuki sighs and flips open his notebook, clicking his pen to start writing the date and the subject name. Yui swims away as Sawamura sits down at the bottom of the tank, tail awkwardly tucked underneath his body.
“Alright,” Miyuki taps, “let’s start.”
**
Miyuki’s taken to conversing with Sawamura. The other is easy to tease, quick to sulk, but will always tap back his answer or swim up to him if Miyuki passes by the tank. Even Narumiya has noticed it and offered his two cents—“Oh, Kazuya, I guess those fantasies about mermaids have been resurfacing?”
It’s terrible, Miyuki thinks, when he spends his lunch break leaning against the tank while Sawamura does the same. They converse through a series of tap as Miyuki eats his sandwich and Sawamura eyes it hungrily.
“Want some?” Miyuki taps and Sawamura nods.
“Too bad,” he smirks and finishes the last of the sandwich. Sawamura angrily taps out his response and then swims away.
**
The first time that they touch without glass separating them is when Miyuki goes to the tiny ledge on top of the tank. He has a pH probe in his hand—they’ve added several drugs that will allow for a more gradual recovery process, or at least that’s what Narumiya claims, and it’d be problematic if it turned the water anything that’s too acidic for them to handle.
Sawamura swims up and eyes the probe.
Miyuki sighs because he can’t communicate efficiently, so he opts for shaking his head when Sawamura gestures to the probe. Nope. No. Do not touch.
Sawamura swims away. Alright then, Miyuki thinks as he pushes a button to measure the pH.
Then, much to his horror, Sawamura shoots back up and out of the water, landing on the ledge with a wheeze.
Miyuki does not scream. That’d be unprofessional. What he does do is move the machine out of the way so Sawamura can flop onto his lap like a dying fish. Sawamura. Dying. Oh.
“You idiot,” Miyuki hisses and Sawamura pats him on the knee, smiling with full teeth. “You’re dying.”
Sawamura nods. Pats him on the knee again. Smiles with water dripping down his face.
Miyuki nudges him off the ledge and Sawamura slides effortlessly back in the water.
“Here,” Miyuki feels foolish but he lets his left hand dangle so that it’s a few inches above the water’s surface. “If you’re that needy for attention.”
It takes a few moments but then a slippery hand slides into his, interlacing their fingers.
The computer probe beeps. It’s done—the pH is 6.89, which is safe enough. He should pack up and head back down to enjoy a microwave dinner while he waits on the blood work for their fire elemental to be done.
He lies down and gets comfortable on the ledge. He doesn’t let go of Sawamura’s hand until Narumiya comes up to check on him.
Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T