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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.
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!
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M
Other Tags: mermaids, mermaid biology
Word Count: 873
under the sea
darling it's better
down where it's wetter
take it from me
(I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill my fish stick promise this br has been A Challenge but maybe I will come back to this when I'm stronger.......)
***
Kageyama feels like he should have paid more attention in biology class.
It's not like he had really expected Oikawa’s cock to look anything like his own. In that very specific kind of deep personal honesty that has Kageyama’s hand wrapped loose and warm around himself in the early hours of the morning, when he had woken to the wind coming off the sea and his room was filled with the smell of dead sea things and brine, Kageyama had thought of the way the water had rolled crystal and sweet off the silver-blue scales of Oikawa’s tail, and had thought maybe Oikawa was like that too, fairy tale sweet and crystal clear and seawater blue.
In some ways, he wasn’t wrong.
On the days that deep sea fish wash up dead with the tide, Kageyama can find Oikawa in the shallow pools near the rocky outcrop. There have always been summer stories of swimmers drowning here, bones smashed against the rock, or of sailors lured to their deaths, in stories that were much older than that, and indeed if you walked the narrow sand path that winds its way through the juts of grey rock that framed the sky, you could almost feel something like the deep pressure of the sea filling your lungs. You could always feel your ears pop with it.
Oikawa doesn’t sing so much as he brings the sea right up to the shore with him, and like the sea, when you see lights playing over the deep water, you need to heed the storm warnings.
“Oh, what’s this,” Oikawa says. His voice is like the waves pulling back from the sand; low and soft, alluring. He’s sitting half in the water, half propped up against the bank. “Looks like it’s the little brat again. Did you lose your way another time? Want me to hold your hand to find your way home?”
“No,” Kageyama snaps back, bristling, but there’s little heat in it. It’s late afternoon, but it seems like the sun never reaches this hidden place; everything is murky, the air tastes deep green and full of salt, and it makes Kageyama’s mouth water as he watches the blue light that lines Oikawa’s long tongue, the way it dips inside and out of his mouth each time Oikawa speaks. Kageyama never did pay much attention to the clouds on the horizon, his eyes were always turned to the deep water, curious, curiouser.
Oikawa’s gills ripple a little at the way Kageyama’s brow dips into a frown; he’s laughing in this throat. “What did you hope to find here, little human?”
Kageyama looks at the gleaming scales of Oikawa’s tail, the white hands that taper into claws, the two rows of small white teeth that frame the light in his mouth, always moving, always deeper, and Kageyama doesn’t notice when his ears pop from the deep sea pressure of the air, doesn’t notice he’s reaching for that dangling light before Oikawa laughs at him, a pretty laugh, a soft, low, deep sea laugh, and Kageyama thinks maybe he should have believed in the stories even just a little.
“Are you here to catch me,” Oikawa says cheerfully as Kageyama stumbles into the shallows. “Are you here to make a wish.”
Oikawa’s claws are tearing at his skin, Oikawa’s teeth are tearing at his mouth, and Kageyama can only swallow the salt and seawater off of Oikawa’s tongue as the water closes over them, and I’m going to die is the only thing that feels even a little like a wish as Kageyama tries to grab at anything that feels like land, like air, like the human made world.
Oikawa bites into his mouth instead, blood filling the water between them as his tiny white teeth find purchase in Kageyama’s tongue, and everything is salt, and copper, filling his nose as Kageyama tries frantically to struggle against Oikawa’s arms wrapped around him like he’s going to take Kageyama home. I’m going to die races through him again, but it’s now at the back of his thoughts, lightheaded, pulsing with the lack of air, scattering over him like sunlight reflecting off the water, and Kageyama knows he’s so close to the surface, so close, but he also feels so close to the bottom of the sea, too, and maybe--
Kageyama’s legs kick at nothing, the water a weight like the entire world is closing in on him, black and deep green and a burning as white as fish bones bleached in the sun, and as he breathes in salt water and blood and the light in Oikawa’s mouth, tingling, just like he thought it would be, beautiful and electric and Kageyama’s hands falter as his heart stutters under the water, something like delighted laughter bubbles right in his ear.
Air, he’s breathing. Air, air. Kageyama feels rock under his hands and he turns to the side and throws up sea water, brine stinging his cut mouth. He's cold, and he's shivering, and he's hard and already missing the salt of deep sea.
“Disgusting,” Oikawa says, scrunching up his nose as he splashes his tail a little beside Kageyama. “Not cute at all. We'll have to continue working on that.”