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Bonus Round 1: AUs
SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- 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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T (i think?)
Other Tags: um yeah i guess hair pulling?? some minor swearing
Word Count: 1,108
I tried to restrain myself and stop this from being 100% crack fic.
***
Yuri Plisetsky had found himself in a staring contest with the same squirrel. Again. The fat little fucker had taken to perching on the tower windowsill, munching on acorns while it watched Yuri brush his long blond hair for the millionth time that day.
“What do you want, stupid?” Yuri growled mid brushstroke. Fifteen minutes had passed and the squirrel had been sitting there, nibbling away at its snack the whole time.
“If Yakov hadn't taken my cat, I would let it eat you.”
Yakov had insisted that Potya was shedding too much in the summer heat, and that he’d be better off in a cooler environment. Of course Yuri had to snort at that. Cat hair couldn’t be any worse than several meters of blonde human hair. But Yakov was the reigning wizard of this territory and did as he pleased, regardless of poor Yuri’s feelings.
Squirrel chirped and cocked its tiny head, all the while nibbling. Cherubic and happy. Unlike Yuri, who was getting skinnier by the day, not to mention more sour. His facial expression was sharp and puckered, as if he consisted on a diet of tart candies. If only Yakov would let his grandfather visit on more than just his birthday, he’d have his constant fill of pirozhki.
Outside, birds swirled in the vast blue sky, tweeting encouragement to the squirrel. Stay strong, their tweets insisted. If you cave first he’ll never let you into his heart.
But on the thirtieth minute of the third day, the squirrel faltered. Flustered by the birds’ tweets and encouragement, lost in its own heady desire to befriend the infamous angry prince of the tower, Squirrel blinked.
Yuri became ~enraged~.
“How could you do this to me?!” he screamed, flinging the hairbrush across the room. It slammed into a portrait of Potya that Yuri had painted in his desolate despair last night.
Years and years of solitude in a tiny tower with no one to speak to but birds and squirrels and occasionally his cat had rendered Yuri emotionally distraught over the simplest of things. If he could not be friends with a squirrel, a bird, even a bug, how was he to survive past his eighteenth birthday and hopefully grow into the power to overcome his master? Just two more years and maybe he could finally win his freedom.
“It’s like you don’t ever want me to leave, either!”
With his anger mounting, he flipped his hair with a fury and tossed the silken locks towards the window, hoping to push the squirrel over the edge, but also hoping it would survive and come back tomorrow. He needed more friends in his life, even if they were of the animal type.
Refusing to witness the fate of the squirrel, Yuri turned his back to the window, letting the majority of his hair tumble to the base of the tower. Yakov had insisted he never let his hair down for anyone that called to him aside from Yakov himself, but today Yuri was feeling rebellious and lonely.
With a sniff, Yuri crossed his arms and glared directly at the painting of Potya. This will teach Yakov never to take my friends from me, he thought with rage. Or maybe he’ll finally let me get a stupid haircut and forget about his ridiculous eternal youth. Glowing hair sucks, anyways.
Deep into his friendless thoughts and longing for his kitty, Yuri hardly noticed the first tentative tug at his hair. Then, with a sudden rush of pain, he was yanked backwards towards the windowsill, head almost popping out over the ledge as someone firmly began to climb.
“Yakov, you stupid man! You’re supposed to warn me when you climb up my hair!” Yuri shouted, trying to right himself. Luckily he had strong roots, or he certainly would have been bald right now. Either Yakov had magicked his hair into superior strength or it was just another side effect of the glowing. Yuri wrangled his hair into his hands and pulled up, trying to relieve some of the tension on his head, because goddamnit this always hurt.
Hours, or probably just minutes (but this was Yuri Plisetsky and everything not done by himself seemed to take forever), later a man finally appeared dangling from the golden threads of his luscious locks. His hair was dark and shaved at the sides, and his face was young and handsome with a serious expression. Across his shoulder, the man carried a dark satchel. Yuri knew better than to trust beautiful strangers. He couldn’t even trust squirrels and birds, so why trust a handsome human no matter the desperate need for socialization.
Out of spite, Yuri gave his hair a hard shake to trick the climber into letting go and falling to the bottom. The stranger’s grip was strong, however, which of course infuriated Yuri.
“Who are you? What do you want? Have you come to take my hair?” Yuri demanded, screaming down at the gorgeous man.
The man looked up with a smirk. “If I had come to take your hair, Prince Yuri Plisetsky, I would have cut it off from below.” He continued to climb until he was face to face with Yuri, legs swung over the the window so he sat framed in sunlight, horrifyingly close to Yuri’s own face as he glared at the stranger.
“So what then?” Yuri narrowed his eyes at the stranger, ready to push the man out the window with an outraged shove.
“I am Prince Otabek Altin of the human realms, and I have journeyed far and wide, my prince, to find you,” he crooned. “To free you from this tower. As a peace offering, I have battled the famous Wizard Yakov and brought you back your precious Potya.”
On cue, a desperate mewl sounded from the satchel, followed by a cat’s head popping out from under the flap of fabric. It was indeed Potya, Yuri realized with joy. With eager hands he snatched Potya from the satchel and enveloped him in a hug. Potya began to purr with joy in response.
“How?” Yuri questioned, suddenly soft and amazed as he snuggled his cat.
“That is a tale for the journey to my home,” Otabek quipped. A smile spread across his lips as he watched Yuri hug his cat.
Yuri was instantly in love, but determined to save face, so he pushed Otabek out the window and demanded he climb again after kindly asking him to let down his hair. Only then would he allow his rescuer to take him to his home.
Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T (i think?)
And smart otabek to bring a peace offering!!