Bonus Bonus Round: Encore

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

This is your last chance to get fills for unloved prompts from all previous rounds. Let's party!

(Pay attention to the prompt format this round, located below; it's different from previous rounds. Don't forget about the "Recs" bonus round either!)

This round ends at 7PM on August 22 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

NO NEW PROMPTS ALLOWED. It has to be a repost from a previous bonus round.
You can repeat any previous bonus round prompt, whether it received fill(s) or not.
You can repeat your own prompts.
One prompt per post, post as many times as you want.
If you're posting a prompt that's not yours originally, please check the toplevels to avoid posting repeats.
Fills work the same way as every other round: don't fill your own or your teammates' prompts, including old reposted prompts. It works like this:
- Your teammate posts a prompt that was originally posted by a different team? You can fill that.
- Someone else posts a prompt originally created by you or your teammate? You cannot fill that.
- You post a prompt originally posted by another team? You can't fill that either.
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. Link to the original post and cite the original prompter and their team. Visual example. For your copy-and-pasting convenience: <b>[Prompt's Ship]</b> <b>Originally posted <a href="LINK_TO_ORIGINAL_FILL">HERE</a> by <user name="USERNAME"> from Team [Ship]</b> [Prompt Goes Here]	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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

peer pressure, emotional manipulation, graphic depictions of violence, fighting/injury, blood, anime and manga spoilers, implied mentally ill character, it's a fight club AU what are you really expecting here
1,021 words

[ i tried. again. ]

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Hiruma Youichi is lean and quick in a way that your sturdy frame could never hope to imitate. All of his angles have been honed to sharpness. Meanwhile you're layers upon layers of bulky muscle, built for a strength that endures.

Both of you are made for fighting.

He has more power than he seems to at first glance. You know that intimately when Hiruma's punch lands on your jaw and your head snaps back.

The shouting of the crowd around you is a distant, underwater sound.

"Come on, old man," he says, his words underlaid with the sharp snap of chewing gum. He bends at the waist and casts his shadow over you, blowing a bubble as his eyes bore into yours. He's all long arms and longer legs, gazelle-like. His wingspan catches you when you least expect it. "Stop wasting time and fight me."

--

You woke up one morning and he was sleeping beside you.

You've never caught him sleeping after that first time. You're lulled to sleep every night by the sound of him crashing around outside the bedroom. You wake up every morning to find him working on one of a dozen unexplained projects. But that first moment was jarring, bizarrely fragile: an unexpected warmth filling the cold space beside you, the minutes of that first morning spent watching the slow rise and fall of his breath.

Then he opened his eyes and your world changed.

You think about it sometimes. You catch glimpses of that quietness—that fragility—when you're patching yourself up over the bathroom sink after fight club nights. You raise your eyes to the cracked mirror and see his eyes fixed on you, silent.

You look down again, watching diluted blood swirl down the drain, and wonder what kind of project you are.

--

You get to your feet with effort. But you can move lightly, too, when you need to: Hiruma's not the only one with long arms and longer legs. You find your balance, resting one weightless moment on the balls of your feet, and then explode into forward motion.

He leaps back with a delighted bark of laughter. You expected that, though—this is not your first night at fight club—and so your left hook slides into a feint and you take another lunging step forward, your right leg swinging up in a high arc.

Your kick lands. You feel a dark bloom of satisfaction as he staggers and falls back.

--

"I'm gonna help you," Hiruma Youichi shouted in your ear.

You were plastered to his back, both of you on the back of his motorbike. He gunned the engine. You didn't know how far over the speed limit you were traveling. The wind made your eyes tear. Helmets weren't even an afterthought (Hiruma's spiky, windblown look was explained the moment you saw his preferred method of transportation).

You hunkered down behind him, though he was too narrow to be a proper windbreak, and felt the warmth of his neck against your temple. His words were distant over the engine's roar but no less meaningful for it.

"I know what you want," he said, "and I'm gonna get it for us. I've got it all figured out."

Your arms tightened around his tapered waist. "What's it gonna cost me?"

Hiruma's laugh was a cutting, thrilling sound. "You'll find out."

The two of you leaned as one into the road's sharp turn. The roadway teetered on a cliff's edge and Hiruma was going far too fast. You accepted these facts for what they were.

"You in or not, old man?" Hiruma called.

"Don't ask stupid questions," you shouted back.

--

When he's not in the ring, Hiruma prefers red. Red shirts, red scarves, red bubblegum that fades to pink as the hours pass. It makes him impossible to ignore even when he's in your peripheral sight.

But in the ring he goes shirtless. Those are the rules, he says. There's nothing to hide, is there?

You suppose there isn't. You're shirtless, too, a bandanna tied around your head to keep the sweat from your eyes.

Hiruma bares his teeth at you—there's no context in which the expression could be considered a smile. He makes to circle you but you don't move to mirror him. He realizes this and stops, staring at you.

"What's your problem?" he says. His voice is low and jeering. "Had enough?"

You don't reply.

--

You listened to your mother's voice on the other end of the phone. Her voice was quiet, overly firm to hide the tears beneath it. When she finished you replied, "I understand. I'll be there soon," and listened for her whispered "Thank you" before hanging up.

You looked up and Hiruma was there, leaning against the far window with his arms folded. "You're going to fuck everything up," he said. "This isn't what you want."

"I don't know what I want," you replied.

"You want more than a shitty, dead-end construction company," Hiruma said, striding forward. His hands fisted in your shirt. You could feel his breath on your face, artificially sweet. "You want your effort to mean something. After all the things we've talked about? After everything we've been through? Come on."

"My family needs me."

Hiruma closed his eyes. "One more fight," he snarled. "Don't you dare give up before that."

--

"Hey, old man!" Hiruma says. His voice has taken on an edge. His eyes are wide. "Don't tell me you're throwing in the towel."

You stand silent in the center of the shouting, shifting ring of bodies. "You're right," you say. Hiruma Youichi has always inspired honesty, in a way. "It's not what I want."

You remove your bandanna and toss it to the floor. The shouting around you has reduced to restless murmuring. "Stop," you say, "I'm out."

The crowd falls silent. You turn away from him, and find an avenue has opened up in the bodies around you.

"Hey," Hiruma calls after you. "Hey!"

You walk away, wordless.

"I'll be waiting," Hiruma shouts, his voice strident and bitter. "Whenever you figure your shit out, I'll be here."

The circle closes without touching you, leaving you with the spill of blood from your mouth as your only souvenir. You walk out and don't look back.

Bonus Bonus Round: Encore

Bonus Bonus Round: Encore

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, M