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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 Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri on Ice!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fighting evil by moonlight
Prompt: Sailor Moon AU with Victor as Sailor Moon who has no idea that shy, hapless Yuuri is the dashing Tuxedo Mask by night!!
Feel free to make any other skaters into any of the Scouts, there's no way to do this wrong.
FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Other Tags: Minor Character Injury, Boys in Sailor Uniforms :D
Word Count: 1720
***
Viktor had adopted Makkachin thinking he was getting the world’s cutest poodle puppy, but it didn’t take long for him to realize he was terribly mistaken.
He was getting the universe’s cutest poodle puppy. Or even the multiverse, if what Makkachin said was to be believed.
So Makkachin, an adorable, talking, magic poodle puppy, could do practically everything – except save the galaxy from certain doom. This, she said, was Viktor’s responsibility; she gave him a gorgeous brooch to pin to the lapel of his school blazer, studded with sapphire gemstones, and the magic words needed to activate them:
“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!
After a flash of light, Viktor was left transformed into Sailor Moon, the pretty Guardian of Love and Justice.
–
That had been six months ago. Now Viktor was at his locker, sorting through his books and miscellaneous belongings to grab the things he needed for his afternoon classes. His French book was wedged in tight and unyielding, so he braced one hand on the wall and forcefully tugged on its spine with the other. The book flew out, and Viktor’s elbow launched back until it connected with something hard.
“Oh my gosh,” he cried. He turned in time to see Yuuri Katsuki clutch at his face, palms pressed over his mouth and nose and eyes politely averted to gaze at the floor.
“Are you okay, Yuuri? Are you bleeding?”
“I’m fine!” Yuuri squeaked, his voice cracking. He refused to look up, and jerked away when Viktor stepped closer. “Fine! Gotta go!”
He ran off, and Viktor’s entire body slumped. He grabbed his bag off the floor and dragged himself off to class.
–
“I’m telling you, Chris, he’s never looked me in the eyes before. And now that my elbow's clocked him in the face, he’s probably not about to start,” Viktor lamented in a morose whisper, as Mme. Lopera conjugated irregular verbs on the chalkboard. “Do you think he hates me?”
“He doesn’t hate you,” Christophe insisted, rolling his eyes. “He’s just shy. Very, very shy. Actually, maybe he’ll finally think of you as just a regular person now that you’ve probably broken his nose. This could vastly improve your relationship.”
Viktor huffed, and mindlessly copied the notes off the board, less because he had to and more as a means to ignore Chris. Neither of them had protested when the school administration placed them in French I, but Christophe was already more fluent than their teacher, and Viktor wasn't far behind.
“Besides,” Christophe added a moment later, poking Viktor's forehead with the end of his pen. “Why are you thinking about Yuuri Katsuki when you have Tuxedo Mask throwing himself into danger for you almost every night? Greedy.”
“Tuxedo Mask is… – Yuuri’s different. That’s all. He’s really cute, I bet. I wouldn’t know since he never let me have a good look at him...” Viktor sighed. “Why won't he let me look at him, Christophe?”
“There there,” Chris murmured. “As Sailor Venus, Guardian of Love, I’m telling you you have nothing to worry about.”
Viktor scoffed. “Guardian of Love, my butt. I should be Sailor Venus, and you should be Sailor Moon, Guardian of a dumb rock in the sky.”
“You were meant to be Sailor Moon. The talking animals said so. Besides, the giant rock in the sky matches the rocks in your big empty head,” Christophe teased. Viktor gasped.
“You wound me. I'm so offended, I'm not talking to you for the rest of class. Enjoy listening to Madame Lopera butcher your native tongue, Sailor Penis.”
Christophe was so affronted, he gasped loud enough that it practically echoed off the classroom walls. Needless to say, both of them were sentenced to after school detention.
–
At the end of the very long school day, Viktor wanted nothing more than to go home and get some rest. So of course, once he stepped out of the school building, he found Makkachin waiting for him dutifully, tail wagging eagerly – or, as Viktor knew better, impatiently.
“Finally!” She barked, nuzzling Viktor's ankle. “You're extra late today. Yuri, Otabek, and Seung-Gil have been waiting for you at the library.”
Viktor knelt down to cuddle his dog, who eagerly licked his face despite the urgency. Makkachin, though magical, was still a puppy who loved her cuddles.
“Viktoooor,” she whined. “We have to go. This is serious.”
“What is?”
“We think we found one of the portals the Dark Kingdom is using to suck the life out of humans!”
–
“I still don't understand why he gets to be the leader,” Yuri complained after they'd suited up, as Makkachin and Chris' cat Sophie explained the plan. “He's the least competent.”
“Sailor Mars, please set your personal feelings for Sailor Moon aside. He's the only one who can deal a finishing blow to any of the Dark Kingdom's monsters after they've eaten enough human energy, so it's important to make sure you all protect him.”
The rest of the team nodded, and Viktor felt flush with warm; with these guys looking out for him, he was sure nothing bad could happen. He tucked a long lock of hair behind his ear, still delighted after all this time that his transformation into Sailor Moon restored his hair to hip length, even though he'd had to cut it as Viktor Nikiforov. It felt so nice, falling in a long, sleek mass over his shoulders and down his back; it was even nicer than the skirt that made his legs look illegally sultry, or the bows on his costume that made his pecs and ass feel like a present begging to be unwrapped.
“Oi,” Yuri huffed, jostling Viktor's shoulder. “Now's not the time to preen. Let's go.”
–
It was a botched operation, though not through any fault of Viktor's; the information Makkachin and Sophie had received was compromised from the beginning, and when they broke into the warehouse the Dark Kingdom was occupying, they were ambused.
Viktor stood unsteadily on his feet, and looked around the room. Yuri was spitting fire, literally and figuratively, at a monster that was holding him in a tight fist, but apparently that beast was fireproof. Otabek, who was usually quick to Yuri's side in any battle, was caught up between a trio of monsters who all wanted to make a snack out of him; his tiara was lopsided, and his face was matted with dirt and sweat. Even Seung-Gil, who was typically so cool in battle, was snarling at beast who was effectively dodging all of his attacks, and looked to Viktor like he was ready to throw his bare fists instead.
Worst of all, Christophe was down, slumped against a pile of crates as he tried to catch his breath. Viktor could see the pain in his expression; when they'd first jumped into battle, his Venus-Love-Me-Chain was the most effective weapon they had on their team. It didn't take long for the monsters to start targeting him specifically, and when one of them grabbed the chain and gave a massive flick of his arm, he sent Chris flying and then smashing into the ground on the other end of it.
“Tuxedo Mask,” Viktor whispered, hands clenched into fists at his side. “We could really use you right now!”
As if on cue, one of the warehouse's upper windows shattered, and a black clad figure flew in, landing elegantly on top of the beast that had been subduing Yuri. In its surprise it released its grip on Sailor Mars, and he hurried off to assist Otabek, making that fight a little more fair.
From there it was a domino effect; Tuxedo Mask had given the team the second wind they needed to finally vanquish the dark creatures, and Viktor was able to deal the final blow with red hot vitriol on behalf of all his injured friends.
When Viktor looked over, after all was said and done, he saw Tuxedo Mask climbing the rafters to escape from the window he used to enter. Mustering up the last of his energy, Viktor lept and gave chase, grabbing the back of Tuxedo Mask's cloak forcefully.
“Wait!” He cried. “Wait...”
Tuxedo Mask turned around, the domino mask around his eyes betraying nothing except for a deep, still, warm shade of brown. Viktor shuddered.
“Please let me see your face...?”
“I can't,” he answered seriously, as if this was the first time they were having this conversation. “It's better for both of us if we don't know who each other are.”
“But what are the chances we know each other, anyways,” Viktor argued, just as he always did. Then he softened his tone. “Please. I just want to see the face of my savior...”
He reached out to touch Tuxedo Mask's mask, waiting for another rejection but hoping this time would be different; he was surprised when instead of either, the man winced when Viktor's fingers touched his cheekbone.
“Ah, did you get hurt?”
“I... Earlier today, yes. Not here.”
Viktor stepped closer cautiously, scared that Tuxedo Mask would run away. But he wasn't running at all; his eyes were locked onto Viktor's, watching his every expression with a nervous detachment. Viktor skimmed his fingers gently over the man's nose, which he could now see in the soft moonlight was bruised something awful, and then he nudged the mask up a little higher.
Realization suddenly struck him, hard. An injured nose. It was almost farfetched to think, so completely ridiculous it couldn't be true, and yet Viktor couldn't stop the name tumbling from his lips.
“...Yuuri...?”
Tuxedo Mask got up on his tiptoes, to bridge the height gap between them made more significant by the heels on Sailor Moon's boots, and pressed his lips with a delicate shyness to Viktor's. When Viktor went slack with surprise, Tuxedo Mask seized the chance to grab his cloak back, and dashed out of the broken window at record speeds.
“Oh my god,” Viktor mumbled, touching his lips so gently so as not to disturb the new warmth. From the ground level he heard a distant sing-song voice say, “I told you so!”
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED.
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
I'm happy you liked this, because I actually am a fan of your writing. In fact, looking back, YOU were the person who wrote my YOI White Day Exchange fic (thanks again)!
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Your fill is probably definitely going to be amazing, and I will keep an eye out for it when I look for fills to devour~
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Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
I didn't get to make it explicit, but it seems like you got that Otabek is Jupiter and Seung-Gil is Mercury, and that makes me happy :3 Thank you for laughing at my terrible attempts at humor, again, I'm happy I could do this for you!! :)
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
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