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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]
|
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.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Prompt: Akashi is a brilliant young composer. Most people don't know that the inspiration for all his best pieces is Mayuzumi.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, M
Other Tags: implied alcohol consumption (?)
Word Count: 747
:D
***
If asked, Chihiro would say he rarely notices the music playing in the background when he’s inside cafes. Usually it’s some sort of light jazz, pop music, that kind of thing. As long as it doesn’t affect him tapping away at his laptop, he doesn’t care. The customers themselves make a whole lot more noise, he’s found.
Today he’s at his usual place, a growing headache exacerbated by the fact that nothing is coming to him. No inspiration, none whatsoever. Not even the soothing classical music playing over the radio on the table next to him is helping. That is, until he hears a few strains of music that sound deceptively familiar.
“And now we have the newest violin concerto composed by Akashi Seijuurou, who’s recently won a prize…”
“—only twenty-five and already world-famous for his elegant, thoughtful compositions, this piece was performed in Milan—“
The host of the channel dives into another monotonous, speculative story, but this time Chihiro listens intently to the music in the background, feeling his surroundings slip away. The music is familiar, only because Akashi had played it for him, the first time around.
“Do you know what’s most important in composing, Chihiro?”
“Why would you ask me that when you know I don’t?” He retorts, lounging on Akashi’s expensive leather couch in his study. Akashi had been fiddling with his violin on the other side of the room—a room probably twice the size of Chihiro’s little studio apartment. Chihiro doesn’t know music at all; how to appreciate it, maybe, but even his taste is probably dubious at best in Akashi’s eyes.
Not that it’s stopped Akashi from saving him a VIP seat every time he holds a concert. Though this view, Chihiro thinks, is better than any. Akashi’s choice of casualwear is too done up for most, a dark navy polo and and dress pants, but it fits his body nicely. Chihiro, for his part, is wearing nothing at all.
“It’s not so different from writing,” Akashi replies, looking up. Even after all these years of them being together Chihiro feels his cheeks color at where Akashi’s gaze is settling on. “You need a muse, first and foremost.”
“Draw me like one of your French girls, huh?” Chihiro retorts, stretching out his limbs. Akashi laughs quietly, a soft melodious sound that leaves a pleasant buzz in Chihiro’s ears. Maybe he’s had a little too much champagne earlier; then again, so had Akashi. “Did you compose all of your pieces with me standing butt naked in front of you? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”
“As it were, that would become extremely distracting very fast. This is just an experiment.”
Akashi tests the sound—once, twice, and then notes something down on the pages. Chihiro watches him with pursed lips, digging his heels into the sofa, hoping his nails would leave white scars across its dark fabric. “An experiment.”
“In the same way you wrote your protagonist in your last novel,” Akashi says, smiling faintly. “As I recall—“
“I know what I wrote,” Chihiro says, burying his face deeper into the couch. His latest novel had featured a musically-talented protagonist whose playing could hypnotize all those who listened, save one mysterious girl who kept appearing in his audience and vanishing by the time the performance ended. It had sold out quickly, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Akashi’d had something to do with it. “Should I be honored my dick inspires world-famous compositions?”
Akashi hums, but his eyes sparkle dangerously as he places the bow to his instrument. Suddenly Chihiro feels a wave of impending doom settle across his body, and sits upright just as Akashi takes a step back to look at the sheet music. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, Chihiro.”
“—like a reluctant lover being called to bed,” the host concludes as the final notes play out. “Languid and unrepentant, but ultimately leaving a lasting impression.”
“What a wonderful analysis,” his companion exclaims, “Don’t you think he could’ve only composed this from a personal experience? Imagine being wooed by such an outstanding person, but to ignore him at first—“
“It does makes for an interesting story, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does,” Chihiro mutters to himself as he watches his screen come to life again. The barista is already fiddling with the radio, tuning it to another station. But by this point Chihiro is already writing again, the music echoing in his head telling him where to go.
Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, M
Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, M
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Other Tags: making out
Word Count: 476
***
It's a warm afternoon and Chihiro is lounging on the plush rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in their Tokyo penthouse. Seijuurou pauses in between turning the pages of his book, his attention captured by the briefest glimpse of skin as Chihiro's shirt lifts when he stretches lazily, arranging himself more comfortably in the sun like a particularly large cat.
It makes Seijuurou's fingers itch, though he can't tell whether it's for his pen, or Chihiro. He settles on the latter, setting his book aside and crossing the small distance between them, socks scuffing against the carpet. Chihiro blinks his eyes open, tipping his head back against the rug so he can regard Seijuurou, standing above him and watching him.
"Well?" Chihiro asks, stretching more deliberately this time, shirt lifting to his belly button.
Seijuurou kneels over him, caging him in on all fours and kissing the sun from his skin, slow and warm and languid just like their summers in Tokyo always are. Chihiro's fingers scratch through Seijuurou's hair as they part their lips against each other, exchanging breaths on an exhale, lungs expanding as they breathe each other in on the next turn. Seijuurou's fingers slide underneath the hem of Chihiro's shirt and skim along his rib cage, tapping out a rhythm there until Chihiro huffs and pushes him away, not amused but not irritated either.
"Write that down before you forget it," he murmurs, his lips pink and wet from Seijuurou's kisses.
"I won't forget," Seijuurou replies, and leans back in to make Chihiro's lips even redder with his teeth, punctuating his kisses with bites to Chihiro's neck like a bass line.
"You're ridiculous," Chihiro sighs, but his grip on Seijuurou is encouraging, a request for more that he'll never put into words. He doesn't protest, however, as Seijuurou drafts out a new piece with him as the instrument, letting it settle into its own natural rhythm with its crescendos, changing key, speeding up, then slowing down before speeding up again.
"Ridiculous," Chihiro breathes, when Seijuuro is done with him. Chihiro's shoulder is littered with hickeys and Seijuurou presses his thumb against one, wondering whether he can write an entire symphonic movement about the one shaky gasp. He thinks that he'd like to try.
"You can title this one Bite Me," Chihiro supplies helpfully, fingers still threaded in Seijuurou's hair and holding him close. "Considering that's all you did the whole time. Your audience will love it. Thirty more awards. Nobody will figure out that you're writing music about getting laid. You're too proper for that, aren't you?"
"You know better," Seijuurou hums, content to enjoy the sun's warmth.
"Lucky me," Chihiro mutters sarcastically, but the slight upward turn to his lips gives him away. Seijuurou leans in to kiss it, and decides it can't hurt to write another study about it.