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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
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 KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU
Fandom: yowapeda
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: food
Prompt:
"On a ship across the ocean, eat lemons. Keep lemons in your pockets, think of sunlight, think of another life, eat the rind, the seeds. For seasickness, tell yourself a story that takes place in a field of grass."
--Alice Hoffman, from My Grandmother's Recipe for Life
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major tags: none
Other tags: food
Word count: none
***
"Why always lemon?"
"Mm...I like the taste."
it burns more than the pain every time you leave
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: food, pirates
Word Count: 569
***
Hayato is lying out on the deck of the ship, stripped of all but his trousers. There’s no need for him, or anyone else on the crew, to keep watch right now; the sea around them is a quiet green-blue.
It’s the middle of the day; if a line could be drawn from the sun down to Hayato’s eyes, it would be as straight as the shaft of an arrow. There are clouds in the distance, but that’s just what they are--distant. Unless he goes below deck, there’s no escaping this heat.
They’re in the middle of the ocean, heading back west with a party of captured emissaries from a foreign land, who have been roughed up enough over the past three days that they mostly keep quiet in the cellar now. This ship, these garments, the kegs of gunpowder down below--everything they possess and then some had been ransacked from the foreigners, save for the old Hakone, flanking the bigger ship. Arakita says he can sell it when they get back home, though Hayato is sure his personality is more suited to a thief than a merchant. But if Juichi trusts him, well.
Hayato rolls a lemon between his palms. He covers his eyes with his abandoned shirt, but the sun still attempts to bore through the white fabric, the insides of his eyelids still illuminated when he closes them.
He’s not sure for how long he’s been napping (the sun’s position suggests for very little, if at all) when he hears the familiar creak of the cabin door opening, steady footsteps coming up to the deck. They approach him, stopping when they are close. Hayato pulls the shirt from his eyes, squinting. Juichi is standing there; Hayato wishes he would lean above him just so, blocking out the sun.
Hayato sits up, and Juichi lowers himself into a crouch. His jaw sets; he’s still wearing the ruffled blouse, though the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.
“You’re on duty. You ought to show some decorum.”
“It’s hot, taichou. Even Toudou isn’t very dressed up in his fashions today.”
Juichi hums, his steely gaze softening a touch in agreement. His hand covers Hayato’s, still cool from below, then takes the lemon from him. He hefts the weight in his palm, drawing a knife from his belt; Hayato watches how the hilt of his sword sparkles in the sunlight. He places the lemon on the grain of the deck, then halves it; he continues to cut one of the halves further, not into chunks but circles of slices, which he offers to Hayato. Hayato takes a bite of the slice, rind and yellow flesh and all; it’s warm from the sun, but the sour juice fills his mouth with an attempt at cooling him.
Juichi sinks to his knees and offers the other half lemon to Hayato, leaning his head over his lap like ritual. Hayato grips the lemon and squeezes, wringing the juice out over Juichi’s sun-bleached hair; it flows over his knuckles, and he combs his fingers over Juichi’s hair when the lemon gives no more, almost drying sticky already. Juichi turns his head just so, his lips catching the flesh of Hayato’s palm.
“Come down and rest,” He tells him, less of a murmur than it is a diluted order. “I need you healthy when we reach shore.”