Bonus Round 2: AUs

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"

This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s 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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

kagesuga assassins AU
1479 words
sexual content, blood, violence, choking, major character death

1. When you die in volleyball, you die in real life.

2. I'm sorry.

3. This wasn't as messy as intended because I got cold feet... I'm sorry for that too.

4. I'm sorry in general.

--

They say his gentle smile never falters.

Even as the hit goes disastrously awry, when somebody betrays their position and in a quickly escalating series of too fast, panicked moves, Sugawara’s protégé fumbles the killshot on the heir of the Seijou Group that was meeting in the building across from them. They can almost hear the dull thud of the wrong body hitting the floor, blood pooling around dark cropped hair instead of the intended sweep of auburn, and then it's just noise and shattered glass, men in black suits and mint green ties marking their position on the roof and rushing them. Doors slam and footsteps thunder below, getting closer every minute, but Sugawara is counting the echoes, and his hand is steady and sure as he packs up their equipment. Rain pings noisily off the makeshift roof of corrugated metal sheltering them, and it’s only when they need to move out that he puts a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder.

"Kageyama-kun." Sugawara's voice is soft, laced with concern; but in the clipped finality of the "kun" there's a firmness. Kageyama is crouched low against the rooftop; his stare is wide-eyed, shocked still. "Kageyama-kun, we need to get to a safe house."

There's not a single word as Kageyama struggles to his feet, paces after Sugawara like he's guided by years of learning and instinct both, and they quickly vault over the rooftop ledge, crossing until they leap onto another, and then another, and Kageyama's stride is steady and sure despite the haunted look that sets his features in a grimace.

In his state, Kageyama does not notice Sugawara palm the small rectangle of a simple white business card.

--

They set a quick pace through the dark, Kageyama holding an umbrella over Sugawara like they're late night revelers caught in the unexpected downpour. The alarms and sirens have faded into the distance, their gear stashed away safely, and it's almost peaceful, the rain falling in sheets around them as they walk through the blur of this drowning world. The occasional droplet slides down Sugawara's back as Kageyama awkwardly readjusts the angle to cover them both in the long, narrow side street that only just lets them walk side by side, and Sugawara allows himself a small laugh, a Steady hands, Kageyama-kun, steady hands! and a teasing elbow jab to Kageyama's ribs at the cold tickle of rain against his neck. There is still tension running tight across Kageyama's shoulders, hunching them stiffly, but they've relaxed a bit, just a little, just enough; it will have to do for now.

The rain eases just before the side street ends, and Sugawara stops in the sudden quiet; streetlight glints off puddles and there's a cold, quiet hush in the air as he places a hand firmly on Kageyama's arm, feels him immediately tense up again, reflexively alert. But Sugawara just uses this leverage to stretch up onto his toes, leans into him, and Kageyama's scrunched up look of surprise makes Sugawara smile brightly against Kageyama's mouth as he kisses him.

Kageyama's lips are rough and chapped as they slide clumsily against his, and his vise-like grip on Sugawara's forearms is already leaving the slow bloom of bruises, but Sugawara doesn't even wince, just slowly licks against the seam of Kageyama's mouth, presses gently, sucks wet against his tongue when Kageyama makes a small breathless noise into his mouth. Sugawara opens his eyes to look right into Kageyama's face, at the tightly shut eyes and strained expression, cheeks flushing decidedly red even in the low light, and he takes it all in, this heart dropping desperation that tightens his throat, and he pulls away gently.

There's a dazed expression on Kageyama's face, eyes unfocused, and a thread of saliva hangs wet from his bottom lip; Sugawara laughs softly in the dark, brushes his thumb against it to clean it up. "Sugawara-san, tonight I-- I hesitated, and--" Kageyama's voice is loud and determined, but it's rough; his fingers are twisted into the sleeves of Sugawara's jacket, unwilling to give even an inch back. It's not been an easy night for either of them.

There's a small, sad smile in the corner of Sugawara's mouth, but the edges are softened by kindness. "Kageyama-kun, don't let it get to you. You did well today. We both did well."

Kageyama shivers at the praise, and then Sugawara is slipping one slim hand under his shirt, presses him hard against the wall. Fingers run lightly against the warm of Kageyama's skin, up along the bone of his ribs, and Sugawara hums pleasantly as he smooths the flat of his palm against Kageyama's chest; he can feel the rise and fall of quick breaths, pushes a little harder just to feel the breaths stutter. There's still a whisper of adrenaline lacing Sugawara's blood, and he lets it lead him.

A low moan escapes Kageyama's throat and he presses his face into Sugawara's hair, buries his doubts in the soft of ashen strands. Kageyama has him pulled so close that he can feel the length of Kageyama's cock against his thigh, already hard from the rush of violence and the simple contact of warm mouth and hands and a simple gasp of breath, and he slips between Kageyama's legs, friction against his own half hard cock, and Sugawara slides the other hand through the loop of Kageyama’s arm to pulls him even closer. For a moment he lets himself press his nose to Kageyama's neck, breathes it all in on one last deep breath, clean laundry and citrus and fresh blood striking memories so strong it's like an early morning again, and they're on the living room floor, Kageyama a sprawl of long limbs wrapped around Sugawara.

(They never make it to the bedroom after a hit; they're too hungry for blood and tongues on warm skin to last that long.)

But the memory is gone just as quickly, leaves a small sadness lodged in Sugawara's chest as he uses his new armhold to leverage against Kageyama’s bigger build, and he braces a foot against the wall as he drops Kageyama to the ground like it’s nothing, like Sugawara is a fresh summer breeze come to knock over a feather. Kageyama doesn’t go down easy, he's always been instinct honed so sharp he hurts everyone around him, and his arms come around Sugawara like it really is another romance in the cool of the evening; but it's strong hands seeking soft points, and Sugawara chokes on the blow to his collarbone just before Kageyama hits the ground, heavy on his back. Kageyama hits like he kisses, rough, unyielding, eyes stupidly scrunched closed, and Sugawara feels the bone give just bit, a hairline crack running jagged that’ll have him screaming later into a rag to get it set dirty and quick.

Even with a right arm useless and red hot with pain, Sugawara smiles a proud little smile at the perfect, concise blow, and pulls a small butterfly knife from inside his sleeve with the other hand. He knows not to wait for Kageyama to recover as he drops onto his belly, the full weight of him knocking Kageyama breathless once more, and then there are no more breaths as Sugawara slides the small blade home, past the curve of ribs he had just run fingers over so gently; but Kageyama coughs loud, bucks sharply under him, and the knife glances off the bone and goes deep into the lung instead, and Kageyama starts choking up the blood that spills into his throat and mouth.

Sugawara takes another hit, in the face, the fist catching him short and sharp right on the mole under his eye, and the starbust of pain rips a strangled groan from his mouth as he falls back against Kageyama's legs, falls right into the sweep of them and Sugawara finds himself on his back, rain soaking cold into his jacket as he tries desperately to regain his footing. But Kageyama has stopped moving, dead weight sprawled facedown across Sugawara, and when he sits up, lifts Kageyama's face with both hands, the eyes are closed and tears track wet across his cheeks smeared with blood. As if prompted by this, Sugawara touches his own wet cheeks, his lips; but it is only blood that comes away on his fingers, and maybe the last of a smile.

He retrieves his butterfly knife from the body with great difficulty.

--

When the men of the Seijou Group finally find the body, cold in the morning light, there is a single business card placed in its hand. Simple, black ink on white cardstock, and they baffle at the meaning of the stamped number “9” crossed out and scribbled over with the number “2”.

They have never seen the heir of the Seijou Group smile so delighted, so terrifying.

Edited 2015-06-18 06:49 (UTC)

This is so painful but so good

I toast my glass of tears to you

(clinks glasses)

Happy to be of service :')

Bonus Round 2: AUs

Bonus Round 2: AUs

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, M

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, M

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, M