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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)
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Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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Fills 51+: 1 point each
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PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: magic AU, loosely based on double arts but not really
Prompt: In which a spell goes wrong and as a result Kise must not, under any circumstances, let go of Kasamatsu's hand.
FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
other tags: none!
word count: 899
i admittedly have no idea about double arts at all (casually ignored whatever plot points might actually have occurred) but here, lemme give you a some kikasa indulgently holding hands lmao. this entire thing is 100% ridiculous.
also, wow, i have never written kikasa before? try one new thing everyday, i guess
***
kasamatsu is willing to bet what little money sits in his savings account that hands are not supposed to be this sweaty. or at least, not in any of the photoshoots kise’s done, anyway, and kasamatsu has seen a lot of kise’s photoshoots.
(he’s seen all of them, actually. keeps a copy of every single one in the top drawer of a filing cabinet beside his desk. but that’s beside the point.)
not that kasamatsu will ever admit to hoarding any of kise’s photoshoots. for all kise knows, kasamatsu has simply accepted that indulging kise’s cheerful habit of procuring pictures of himself for kasamatsu--for the team-- is a habit that’s here to stay. he has no qualms with pointing out the current, sweaty state of kise’s hand, however, and he does so with no small amount of smugness.
“my hands are not sweaty,” kise insists. then, at kasamatsu’s raised brow, adds: “senpai.”
“could’ve fooled me,” kasamatsu grins, and kise wails.
(he still doesn’t let go of kasamatsu’s hand. kasamatsu pretends not to feel the way kise grips his hand tighter instead, ridiculously so. it is a little endearing, though. just a little.)
“well, it is what it is,” kasamatsu relents. “so long as your hand doesn’t slip.”
“never,” kise says. he squeezes kasamatsu’s hand again. it’s probably not intentional this time.
kasamatsu squeezes back anyway.
explaining the situation to moriyama and kobori is a lot less funny and a lot more awkward. in an ideal world, kasamatsu wouldn’t have to explain anything to anyone--and definitely not to moriyama, who hasn’t once stopped smirking at kasamatsu, not even when kise asked, the portrait of innocence, “won’t your face stick that way if you don’t move, moriyama-senpai?”--but, well.
“we can’t just not tell them,” kise had pointed out, even though kasamatsu is fairly sure this is patently untrue.
“so tell me again: you really can’t let go of each other’s hands.”
moriyama looks like a cat that won an entire year’s worth of cream. kasamatsu wants to deck him.
“we really can’t,” kise confirms. “i’ll die, probably.”
“that’s unfortunate,” kobori hums.
“i’m not going to repeat myself,” kasamatsu says.
moriyama wisely--or unwisely, depending on who’s speaking--ignores kasamatsu. “excellent.”
“still doesn’t explain how this happened, though,” kobori points out.
“it was a spell,” kasamatsu begins, before he pauses, realising he doesn’t actually know what kind of spell it was, exactly. “kise?”
kise smiles, all teeth, and doesn’t answer.
kasamatsu narrows his eyes, fingers squeezing kise’s. it is in no way romantic, and kise’s smile stutters out of place.
“it’s really the present that matters most,” kise tries. “isn’t senpai the one that says not to fixate on the past--”
”kise.”
“--yes, sir.” kise’s smile shifts into one kasamatsu recognises quite well: don’t get mad at me later, okay?
“a love potion,” wheezes moriyama, “a love potion, he says.”
kobori stopped trying to shut moriyama up five minutes ago, putting up a less than valiant effort at pretending he isn’t laughing, too.
“why,” kasamatsu asks nobody in particular.
kise, bolstered by his senpais’ tolerance for stupidity, answers with ease. “valentine’s is coming up really soon, you know! i thought kasamatsu-senpai might need a little help…”
a vein twitches on kasamatsu’s forehead. kise hurries on, stumbling a little over the words as he does.
“...but not too much. just so he can talk. to the girls. because chocolates! valentine’s chocolate.”
kasamatsu is insulted and moved. mostly insulted, he tells himself.
“uh-huh, yukio’s smothered in valentine’s chocolate, after all,” kobori says. kobori is a liar. .
moriyama snorts. kise, oddly, doesn’t respond.
kasamatsu doesn’t give it too much thought. “great. so now you can think about how to un-help me.”
“oh.” kise pauses. it feels like that should mean something. “if you want.”
“it is,” kasamatsu agrees, mostly to talk over the top of moriyama, who had burst into a fresh round of snickering.
somewhere between un-helping attempts four and seven, kasamatsu realises kise’s not the only one whose hand is sweaty. or their palms have been pressed together long enough that kasamatsu can no longer tell the difference.
“senpai,” kise says. he swallows, jaw set. determined.
“yeah.”
kobori had kicked himself and moriyama out at attempt number six, citing “minimising the possible collateral” as his excuse before hauling moriyama out the door with him.
so now they’re alone.
and holding hands.
they really shouldn’t have been, as of attempt number seven, but there’s a saying about once bitten, twice shy. or something. someone squeezes their grip, the tiniest show of hesitation. it could’ve been either of them, really.
“on three?” kise asks.
“on three,” kasamatsu says.
“three.”
“two.”
a pause. “what if it doesn’t work?”
kasamatsu doesn’t hesitate. “you’ll be fine. if it isn’t, then leave it to me.”
there is absolutely no logic backing up the assurance, but kise doesn’t question it, nodding with a faith that follows the familiarity of a line said many times before, still yet to be proven false.
“one,” kasamatsu whispers. he lets go.
nothing happens. it’s a relief that kasamatsu doesn’t get much time to savour, however, because kise slumps against him almost immediately. “oh,” kise breathes. his fingers find kasamatsu’s, trailing up kasamatsu’s palm slowly, the set of their fingers together less desperate. hopeful, maybe.
“oh,” kasamatsu echoes. he doesn’t let go.
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, G
THANK U FOR THIS SUPER COMMENT UR LOVELY <3
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Other Tags: magic
Word Count: 805
***
The magic burns, too powerful for him to contain. Kise winces against it and tries anyway because this is his fault, and his mess to clean up. He hasn't developed enough to use the spells that Aomine does, and it's why they lost their duel the other day. He should have known better than to try; just because he can copy other people's magic, it doesn't always mean that he should and Kasamatsu is going to rip into him for this, when it's something that he already needs to remind Kise about on a daily basis. Kasamatsu is going to—
The magical fire in his veins eases, and Kise blinks back to reality, to find Kasamatsu standing there, their palms pressed together.
"Hey." Kasamatsu frowns up at him. "It's okay to ask for help, you know."
With two people sharing this amount of magic, it doesn't hurt at all. All they need to do is let the failed spell run its course and burn itself out, and they'll be able to let go without a problem. The only problem is, if they let go too early, they'll both be left to suffer the pain of magic that's too strong for them.
"Aomine's magic, huh?" Kasamatsu asks. "How long do we have to wait?"
Kise makes a soft, distressed noise. "At least three hours. That's how much better he is at this than I am."
"Listen." Kasamatsu links their fingers, just so he can squeeze on Kise's hand. "It's not about that. You're allowed to grow at your own pace, you know. Just because he's at that level, doesn't mean you have to jump to it. You're going to end up hurting yourself. Seriously hurting yourself, not this sort of thing that I can just help you with."
"Thank you," Kise mumbles. "For helping me with this."
Kasamatsu snorts quietly. "Someone has to look out for you, and you're not doing it yourself."
Kise bites his lip to keep himself from apologising again. He drops his gaze to their joined hands, his skin tingling as it brushes against Kasamatsu's while adjusting his grip.
"I've never done this before," Kasamatsu murmurs. "How much do our hands need to be in contact, for it to be considered still holding hands?"
"We can do this," Kise replies, pulling his hand back so that only the pads of their fingers are touching. He can feel a twinge of magic pulling at him, and he presses their palms together again. "But it's easier when there's more contact. The spell burns itself out quicker."
"If we hold both hands?" Kasamatsu asks, lifting his free hand.
"Then it ends up getting in our way and we won't really be able to do very much, will we?" Kise smiles. "I'm inconveniencing you enough with just the one hand, Senpai. That's enough."
Kasamatsu doesn't push, letting their hands hang between them as they walk. It draws them looks, but Kise ignores them, barely noticing them at all when he's so busy noticing the way Kasamatsu's hand feels. The skin is firm and a little rough, from all of the basketball practice. Kise moisturises his own and wonders if Kasamatsu can feel it; he wonders if Kasamatsu cares at all, or if the texture and warmth of Kise's hand is completely inconsequential to him.
He pushes the thought out of his mind. There's no use dwelling on that sort of thing when he's stuck holding hands with Kasamatsu for the next three hours.
"Kise. This way."
Kasamatsu leads him down the street, through a train station, and then into the quiet, suburban streets. Kise follows, curious, until Kasamatsu unlocks a door, leading the way inside.
"This is your house," Kise realises, as he's pulled towards Kasamatsu's room.
"I thought we could stay here," Kasamatsu mumbles. "If we're holding hands, we might as well be comfortable, right?"
Kasamatsu's bed is neatly made, and it's the only surface that will comfortably fit them both. They sit with their backs against the wall, and Kise doesn't even realise that he's stroking his thumb back and forth across the back of Kasamatsu's hand until he hears a quiet cough.
"Sorry," Kise whispers.
"No," Kasamatsu shakes his head. "I don't mind."
When Kise starts again, Kasamatsu tugs gently on their joined hands. Kise makes a soft sound of surprise, his nose brushing against Kasamatsu's.
"Maybe we should try both hands," Kasamatsu murmurs.
Kise shakes his head, resting his free hand on Kasamatsu's shoulder, then sliding it up to the side of his neck, his jaw, then into his hair.
"Okay," Kasamatsu agrees weakly. "That's a good use for it too."
Kise smiles as their lips come together, and the magical burn disappears completely.
Holding hands, Kise finds, is a good way to make the magical burden dissipate. Kissing is even better.
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G