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Bonus Round 1.5: 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: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: NONE
Other Tags: mafia-related violence…?
Prompt: Mafia AU. The twins are Kita's bodyguards.
FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, T
Other tags: 100% excuse to draw twins and kita in suits, and gloves
Word count: none
(the twins bracketing kita is my entire aesthetic thank you for this prompt)
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Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, T
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, T
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, T
i eagerly await THE SEQUEL: KITA FLINGS HIS JACKET OFF DRAMATICALLY
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, T
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Other Tags: Smoking
Word Count: 991
This is the piano piece I imagine playing in this fic: Liszt's Transcendental Etude No. 4
***
In the velvet dark of the old music hall, the piano’s a concert for the unforgiven.
Osamu steadies his grip on the curtains, paints himself into reddened shadows. Every breath, every rustle is a susurration on the musty breeze that stirs these lush interiors, high ceilings filigreed in gaudy, tarnished gold. Abandoned, or so he’d thought. There are cobwebs on the front doors, and the paint on the facade’s long faded into dust and sickly pale sepia, a kind of shade more forgotten than truly vintage. Abandoned, and yet—
As Osamu lets go, surrenders, he realises the piano is perfectly in tune.
"I've been expecting you," says the figure on the bench. On cue, a stage light blinks, sputters into weary life.
Osamu’s first thought is: he’s smaller than they say.
Clad in a well-cut black jacket with folded red cuffs that peek out from the sleeves, he does not turn. He sits, poised for performance; his posture would have made their old maestro cry, if not his touch on this étude. His fingers pick out arpeggios like flickering switchblades, and they sing, silver-tongued.
“Don't stand on ceremony, Osamu," Kita Shinsuke remarks. His voice is like black tea, without sugar. "Come closer. I've always been partial to Liszt."
He's—
“A monster.”
Osamu, a sigh trapped between his lips, tips his chin sideways to face a familiar footstep, and a smirk that’s more familiar still. It has never been the mirror of his. For that, he knows it better than Atsumu does himself.
Atsumu emerges from the wings, tie loose around his collar and shirt half-untucked. He’s got his hands in his pockets as he saunters forward, closes the distance between himself and Osamu.
“Anyone who can play Liszt like that is a monster. I know what you’re thinking, Osamu. By the way, I think you have something of ours.”
Atsumu stops, reaches out to brush the back of his hand against Osamu’s lapels, runs his fingertips down the front of his jacket. Osamu watches. He keeps his breathing even as a thread snags in one of Atsumu’s nails, snaps away.
“You still bite your nails,” he murmurs.
“I wouldn’t bite my nails if a certain phantom thief didn’t have such a nasty habit of sneaking into our hideouts,” says Atsumu, a petulant pout on the corner of his mouth.
His fingers find the docket of papers in Osamu’s jacket lining, and he presses closer, raises his eyebrows.
Osamu meets his gaze without blinking.
"Are you going to shoot me?" he asks, because he knows Atsumu will not lie to him.
Atsumu shrugs. He takes a half-step back, glances towards the piano and nods at Kita.
“Only if he says so. But don't worry. It won't hurt. Just for you, brother mine, I'll make it fast.”
The piano swells, grandiose, and still Kita says nothing, makes no gesture. The very dust around him seems to rise, a tempest that’s been waiting, waiting, patient and dormant and deadly. Osamu tries to find the embrace of another shadow, but there is no place he can hide now.
Atsumu lights up a cigarette and offers Osamu one too. The scent is intoxicating. Osamu’s on the verge of accepting, when the music stops. It stops, not with a dramatic flourish but with the hint of a whisper, with finality that blossoms like a bruising kiss, and Kita turns at last.
Osamu swallows. Atsumu takes a long, unhurried puff, breathes out, lets the smoke swirl slowly around them both.
"Now, Atsumu, don't be uncivilised. Why would I want you to shoot him?"
Atsumu scuffs his shoes into a loose floorboard. “Why not?”
“I’d probably shoot me,” Osamu concurs.
Kita makes a sympathetic tutting sound. “Osamu, Osamu. You’re more than that. You’ve broken into two of my warehouses, infiltrated the back of my bar, and now you’re here in one of my favourite hideouts in the city. You’ve even got some papers from my private safe in your pocket. Impressive.”
Osamu doesn’t miss the way Atsumu’s hand drops to his side, where his revolver should be. It’s not there now, but the thought doesn’t reassure him, not for a second. They have never needed guns to win a fight, for well-brought-up young boys who made the streets their playground as much as their mansion learned that everything could be a weapon, and they’ve got more than mere guns at their disposal.
“Like I said,” says Osamu, “I’d probably shoot me.”
“And that’s why you’re thieving for a small-time gang, and I—am the head of a family. I prefer to think long-term.”
Kita stands up. He folds his arms, looks Osamu straight in the eye.
“You’re just doing your job. I have a better job for someone with your talents. Join us. Be my bodyguard.”
“Excuse me, boss,” Atsumu interrupts, in a lazy drawl. “You have a bodyguard.”
Kita cocks his head towards Atsumu. “You’ll be his partner.”
Osamu stares. “Excuse me?”
Atsumu’s mouth falls open. The cigarette drops, and Kita crosses the stage, puts it out with the toe of his finely-polished boot without missing a beat.
“I’m serious,” he says to Osamu. “And I can guarantee you some excellent benefits. But don’t take my word for it.”
Even before Kita’s finished, Atsumu’s already whirled round on his heel, grabbed Osamu by the shoulders so hard that Osamu thinks he might break a bone, or two; he’s always been like this, so awfully impulsive, heart on his sleeve, and Osamu aches to think about it, feels that ragged pang twist in his chest again. Atsumu, fists up, tears running down his face—Atsumu, with his knuckles grazed and bloody on the day they took Osamu—
It’s been a decent enough life, Osamu supposes. He has lived, survived. He never thought to dream of anything different.
“Samu,” Atsumu breathes, and for that smile, Osamu would build empires, softly, softly.
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
NO I CAN'T, I CAN'T EVEN PRETEND TO BE CALM ABOUT THIS. LARK!!! I'M VERITABLY ON FIRE!!! THE LISZT!! "he's smaller than they say"!! evERYTHING ABOUT ATSUMU AND OSAMU HERE HOW DARE!! atsumu still /knowing/ exactly what osamu is thinking even after this time apart, "you still bite your nails" and atsumu's petulant pout, "because he knows atsumu will not lie to him" (stares into the distance some more). every interaction between the twins, every word and brush of atsumu's fingers against his jacket (which, HWEEZES) is absolutely electric oh my god. i burst out laughing at "why not?/ i'd probably shoot me" because, look at these twins falling back into step with each other so easily help. and AND atsumu dropping the casual-but-dangerous-because-you're-still-my-enemy act as soon as kita makes the offer to osamu and - this was a real death-dealer - FALLING BACK TO 'SAMU IN THAT MOMENT ;_____; THAT LAST LINE, GOD!!! i'm a mix of hysterical laughter and hysterical sobbinig right now and i'm sorry that all my sobbing is about the twins when your kita is also amazing, but it's just. THE TWINS!! I WILL CRY!! I'M CRYING RIGHT NOW!!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS PIECE EXIST ;A;
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
POURS BUCKET OF WATER ON YOU I'M!! GLAD!!! that this made you stop and wheeze and laugh and sob because I sure felt all those emotions just thinking about the prompt... it's honestly such a self-indulgent fill but there's so much potential for tension in this AU and I just had a ball going to town on it. I'M SUPER HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE THE TWINS AHHKJDHKF THANK YOU MANDY
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Really, you're so good at installing atmosphere ? Not only the music, but the ways everything is described, sounds so fitting for such an atmosphere i'm truly in love sldkjgh
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Atmosphere is one of my absolute favourite things to write in mafia AU and this was definitely no exception...! and with powerful enigmatic kita and twins on top of that? I could not resist. Thank you so much I'm glad you liked it :')
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
I love and adore how you write all of them. The immaculate description and presentation of Kita, that ominous sensation of danger emanating off of him, even though he's not even doing... well, anything other than playing the piano. The fearlessness of Osamu, so willing to face death head-on, and Atsumu's nonchalance... Kita offering Osamu a position - he's unpredictable like that, I guess? Both the twins in disbelief, and the last three paragraphs: the description of Atsumu's impulsiveness even though barely half a page earlier we'd seen how reserved and calm he can make himself be; the hints of a backstory (it looks wonderfully tragic, oh my heart), and Osamu conceding, deciding to give up his current life and turning his back on it, to cross over to a different path.
and needless to say... I'll just quote your last line, because I have no other way of expressing how beautiful this whole fill was.
...for that smile, Osamu would build empires, softly, softly.
I will always be in awe of you and your power with words, lark ;; thank you for filling this prompt so beautifully!
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
I REALLY HAD A BLAST WRITING SUBTLY OMINOUS KITA!!! and yes the backstory in my head was... tbh not fully fleshed out and I wanted to leave it as a vague hint anyway but. yes, the twins did not separate by choice ;;;
that last line was one of the first I wrote and I built the rest of it up towards that line, I'm so glad it worked :') thank you for the bait it well and truly destroyed me