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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 Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T
tags: injury
1560 words
Rain poured down over the trees and rocks. Water flowed down over the stony paths, turning muddy and pooling in crevices and transforming footholds into death traps. Thunder rolled overhead, lightning flashing and illuminating each separate leaf on the trees, as well as a lone traveller pushing forcefully through the storm.
He pulled back branches with his bare hands, ignoring how scratched up they were; he had somewhere he needed to be, and this damn storm wasn’t going to stop him, no matter how fierce it was. He took care to hold onto the large bag on his back, containing his belongings – if he lost his food, water or hunting equipment, he would be in even more trouble. A hand went to the knife at his belt to check it was still there, and he carried on.
Kuramochi Youichi was on his way home after staying in a neighbouring town for a little while – just seeing friends, brushing up on his survival skills and the like. He hadn’t been expecting such a big storm, but the reminder that his mother was waiting for him on the other side of the forest gave him the strength to carry on despite the relentless rain and wind and ominously creaking trees. He couldn’t let her down.
However, he’d been so focused on staring straight ahead at the path that he hadn’t been watching his footing. Kuramochi stepped on a rock that was far too slippery for a foothold and yelped as he lost his balance, crashing down onto the stones.
Pain exploded in his head as it hit the rocks and he instinctively brought his hands up to it, breathing hard, at the same time realising his ankle was throbbing. Turning and gritting his teeth through the pain, Kuramochi tried to assess how damaged it was. The forest was dark and he could barely see, but he could make out a gash in his lower shin, slowly oozing blood. His heart thumped in panic.
Very clever, Youichi. As if twisting it wasn’t bad enough – you’ve gone and torn a hole in it, too.
He tried to stand, ignoring the pain in his head, but when he put weight on his injured leg his knees went from under him and he collapsed again. Involuntarily, his hands began to shake. He was alone and injured in a forest in the middle of a storm, in no position to defend himself from any wolves or bears or hell knows what could be out there. He was practically inviting unwanted attention.
As his vision began to blur with frustration, he suddenly realised that a strange blue mist was threading itself through his fingers and over his arms, gradually spreading to settle over the rest of his body. Kuramochi blinked once, then blinked harder, but it was clear that the mist wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
Movement stirred above him, and he looked up.
There was a figure standing over him, although he couldn’t make it out through the mist that had now clouded over his eyes. He tried to speak, to ask who it was, but the moment he took a breath the mist flooded into his lungs and all of a sudden he could barely keep his eyes open.
“Sleep,” a smooth voice murmured, as the fog gradually swamped Kuramochi’s thoughts.
When Kuramochi woke up, he was lying on something soft
.
For a moment he wondered whether he was back in his bed, either at home or in the previous town, but the texture of his bedding said otherwise. It was as if he was lying on a bed of moss.
Kuramochi opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed of moss.
The memories of the storm came flooding back and he immediately tried to sit up to check his leg, but a stabbing ache in his head made him groan and roll over. Fortunately his leg didn’t feel as bad as before, but his head was still just as painful.
“You’re finally awake,” said a voice.
Kuramochi recognised that voice. It was the same one that had talked to him before he’d fallen unconscious.
He turned his head in the direction of the sound, and saw a person sitting on a rock nearby. Kuramochi couldn’t even tell what the first thing he noticed about him was, because too many things were out of the ordinary. One, his hair was pink, and adorned with a wreath of flowers and berries. Two, all he seemed to be wearing was a white cloth, draped over one shoulder and tied at his hips, resting over his thighs. And finally, two large, semi-transparent wings fanned out from his back, glimmering in many different colours when hit by the light.
Kuramochi stared at him, his mouth half-open. “What… what are you?”
The person’s mouth curved upwards in what looked like amusement. “Are all humans this rude when greeting someone?”
Humans. So this guy definitely wasn’t human. Kuramochi barely registered the rest of the question – he sat up, trying to see him more clearly, but then slumped back down when a jolt of pain flashed through his head and let out a groan. The stranger didn’t make any move to help him – just sat and watched.
When the pain had subsided, Kuramochi opened his eyes again. He realised they were in some sort of large hollow tree, light streaming in through gaps in its roots and cracks in the bark. At the sides of the area, he could make out several toadstools, and there was a foreign air to the place he didn’t quite understand. The whole thing screamed “magic”.
“Are you a faerie or something?” he mumbled.
A hum. “You’re not as dim as you look, then.” He didn’t pause to let Kuramochi to spit out a retort. “You may call me Ryousuke. This is the Fae court of these woods, and being the one who found you during the storm, I’ve been assigned to watch you.”
Kuramochi studied him warily; something about Ryousuke’s tone made him suspicious that he hadn’t been rescued out of the good of his faerie heart (did faeries even have hearts?). Against his better judgement, he gave his name in return. “Kuramochi Youichi. How long have I been out?”
“Maybe a day?” Ryousuke mused. “You were pretty badly injured.”
“A day?!” Kuramochi pushed himself up into a sitting position, bracing himself for the pain in his skull and hissing when it came, but managing to keep upright. “I can’t stay here. I was on my way to my mom’s—”
“You cannot leave,” Ryousuke interrupted. Kuramochi stared at him. “Huh?”
He gestured to Kuramochi’s bandaged ankle. “You have already accepted our care. Did your mother never teach you about us?”
She had. Kuramochi’s stomach sank; everyone from town to town knew that accepting anything from the Fae folk, be it food, water or medicine, meant that you were now bound to them in a way that wasn’t so easily reversed.
He glowered. “I was unconscious. This wasn’t my decision.”
“You would’ve died otherwise.”
“How do you know?”
Ryousuke raised an eyebrow. “By the time I stepped in, wolves had been following you for nearly ten minutes.”
Oh. Right.
Kuramochi sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples. He really wasn’t in the mood for this. Part of him wanted to yell at Ryousuke, part of him wanted to get up this moment and storm out, curse be damned, and the last part just wanted to lie down and sleep.
“I can’t stay here forever,” he muttered.
Ryousuke clicked his tongue. “You may not have to.”
Kuramochi looked up. Ryousuke had shifted position slightly so a ray of sunlight was now cutting straight through his wing and onto his face, lighting it up in warm rainbow fragments. There was a kind of ethereal beauty to him, something distinctly otherworldly that sent chills down Kuramochi’s spine. He swallowed, then pressed on. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Ryousuke said, pressing a finger to the curve of his mouth, “that I can help you break the curse. You will be able to see your mother without being followed by any kind of magic. It will be as if you were never brought here.”
“What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” A smile. “There isn’t one. I just need your agreement.”
Huh. “So, in other words,” Kuramochi growled, “you’re asking me to make a deal with you. Like a devil.”
“Don’t go making analogies to things you know nothing about.” The coldness in Ryousuke’s tone made Kuramochi shiver. “This is an agreement. A partnership, if you will. I just need your word.”
It was definitely a deal, even if it wasn’t one of devil nature. Kuramochi regarded him carefully, the voices of the people from his hometown playing over and over in his mind – never make deals with the faeries, Youichi; it only leads to trouble. They lie and twist words, famed for their untrustworthy nature. Never, ever make a deal with a faerie.
One of those voices was his mother’s. Kuramochi closed his eyes, remembering her face. She’d expected him hours ago, and was probably starting to worry.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll do it.”
Ryousuke’s smile widened, making Kuramochi shiver, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be a lot more difficult than he’d first thought.
Re: FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T