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Bonus Round 3: AU/UA
It is time to be transported in another world ! Is the destination a medieval fantasy ? A lost city in the stars ? Or is everyone looking oddly normal ? Let your imagination wander in the realms of alternate universes and universe alterations!
This bonus round will be open until Friday, August 2nd at 11:59 PT. (Countdown)
This round is now closed!
However, it is perpetually open to new fills!
Rules
- Submit prompts by commenting any AU or UA idea of your choice.
AU stands for Alternate Universe. This is a broad trope that involves everything from placing the characters in wildly different settings to slightly adjusting key points.
UA stands for Universe Alteration, a subtype of AU. Its meaning is similar to canon divergence i.e settings that are mostly like canon expect a few points are changed.
You may suggest what role the characters have in said universe or let it to the filler's imagination.
Example:- Harry Potter AU
- Royalty AU where they're part of ennemy kingdoms
- AU where Karasuno lost against Shiratorizawa
- Harry Potter AU
Format
Required Work Minimums:- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan
- 14 lines (poetry)
- Playlists - 5 song minimum with artists. Link to either a video playlist, or each song separately. Be sure to warn for content in the music videos, and you may find linking to lyrics helpful. You may also write an explanation of why you chose each song.
- Moodboards - 9 photo min, source all photos, and no fanart allowed (unless it's your own)
- If you’d like to use a different medium, please contact the mods if you have any questions about minimum requirements.
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
- Prompt: [Your Team]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames or Official Names are both acceptable
NSFW prompts
All explicitly NSFW prompts must be posted in
sf_afterhours in the corresponding Bonus Round post. You can find the After Hours BR3 post here.If Filling
Please use the following subject line for your fill:
- FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames and Official Names are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
NSFW Fills
NSFW Fills must be posted in
sf_afterhours. If you are filling an NSFW prompt, you may reply to it normally. If you're filling a SFW prompt with an NSFW fill, post your fill as a reply to the "Fills for SFW Prompts" comment, then cross-link it here. Learn more about posting in After Hours here, and you can find the after hours post for BR3 here.
Scoring
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual member!Prompts
- Prompts 1-10: 5 points
- Prompts 10+: No points !
- Fills 1-10: 15 points each
- Fills 11-20: 5 points each
- Fills 21+: 2 points each
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Prompt: Team Grandstand
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Preferably with a canon character as the child but up to the author!!! :3
Do Not Wants: Angst, Character Death, Omegaverse
Prompt: Single Parent AU
Fill: Team 3rd Gym with Kenma, T
Additional Characters: Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: kuraryou aren't technically dating here but they're sleeping in the same bed so.
Word Count: 478
Remix Permission: yes See Permissions Sheet
***
A distant wailing jolts Youichi up immediately. His limbs go rigid, upper torso lifting up and off of the bed. Even with the faint cries in the background, the lack of sleep catches up to Youichi as he yawns and deflates.
In the distance, Eijun still cries. Youichi should get up. He needs to get up, it’s his own child after all. Why wasn’t this in the manual for new parents that he’d definitely, probably, maybe read?
(Yeah, right. Like they give you a manual for this sort of thing.)
“Ryou-san,” Youichi croaks, voice cracking at the end. As amazing as this whole parenting thing has been, it’s too early for this shit.
The Ryousuke-sized lump at the edge of Youichi’s bed stirs for a moment, then sits up. Youichi can’t see more than a general shape of his former teammate’s figure in the pitch black, but he’s seen the guy enough times to know what he looks like: pink hair tossed up in every direction (revealing lighter colored strands near the nape of his neck, not that Youichi has noticed), parted lips dry from sleep, eyes bleary and lidded. He probably looks cute right now, which is a shame if Youichi’s not going to be able to see him.
Eijun’s voice screeches from the hallway. The Ryousuke-sized lump covers his head with one of Youichi’s pillows.
“Hey,” Youichi says, running a hand over the front of his widow’s peak back to the back of his head. “When I said you could start living here, I was clear about you having to help out with Eijun.”
Ryou-san groans. “Mffft.”
“Huh.”
“I said,” Ryousuke repeats, raising his voice a little but still sounding calm, somehow. (Ryousuke could be driving 100 miles per hour over the speed limit and still sound calm, to someone he doesn’t know well. It means more to Youichi that he can notice it now, though.) The lump makes a head-jabbing motion in Youichi’s direction. “Don’t wanna.”
In spite of himself, Youichi grins. If high school him knew that adult him was sharing a bed with the famed Kominato Ryousuke, he’d surely do anything in his power to use a time machine and travel to these nights, specifically. Unluckily for him, though, time machines don’t appear to be on the market anytime soon.
Youichi punches the lump, now securely wrapped under the covers. “You’re gonna wanna, once I’m done with you.”
“Is that a threat, Youichi?” Ryousuke says, muffled. But Youichi would bet anything the corners of his lips are turned upwards.
“Yes,” Youichi says, matter-of-factly. “It is.”
“Well, you’re terrible at it,” Ryousuke replies, moving out from under the covers to sit up straight and lean into Youichi’s chest. “You’re so easy to read.”
And maybe he is.
Youichi checks on Eijun that night.
Re: Fill: Team 3rd Gym with Kenma, T
Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G
Ship/Character: ushijima/iwaizumi
Additional Characters: goshiki tsutomu
Fandom: hq
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: divorced dad ushi, teacher iwa, awkward flirting
Word Count: 801
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
***
Wakatoshi was not prepared for the wall of noise that hit him when he walked into his son Tsutomu’s classroom to collect him after his first ever day of school. He wasn’t prepared for the box of chocolate milk launched into his face by a child tripping over her own feet, either, but parenthood never stopped churning up the unexpected.
A man around his own age who Wakatoshi assumed was the teacher bustled across the room to help the child up, who looked ready to cry at any moment. Kneeling next to the little girl, whose knees were red from landing hard on them, the probably-teacher murmured, “Now Mimi-chan, if you go hurting yourself, you won’t get to have fun with the rest of the class tomorrow. Promise you’ll watch where you’re going next time?”
Mimi gave him a solemn nod and fetched some paper towels to clean up the mess. Once she started on that, the teacher turned to Wakatoshi and groaned, “I’m so sorry.” He offered a hand and said, “Iwaizumi Hajime, and I’m the ringleader of this particular circus.”
“Ushijima Wakatoshi.”
Hajime grinned and gave his hand a firm squeeze. “Ah, then little Tsutomu-chan is yours, I take it.” His eyes fell to the mess streaked down the side of Wakatoshi’s face and the front of his polo shirt and groaned. He whipped out a package of wet wipes from his suit pocket, immediately moving to dash away the sticky liquid from the front of Wakatoshi’s shirt. “She got you good, didn’t she?”
Wakatoshi chortled. “She did indeed.” He opened his mouth to comment that he was quite capable of cleaning himself up, but when he saw the way Hajime’s nose scrunched in concentration and the tip of his tongue poked through his lips as he worked, Wakatoshi’s jaw snapped shut.
There was no denying that Tsutomu’s teacher was definitely attractive, nor that Wakatoshi was susceptible to that warm brand of earnest charm. If they weren’t in the middle of a sea of children and Wakatoshi was sure Hajime weren’t already taken let alone his type, he might even have done something about it.
Instead, he allowed Hajime to finish his little chore and gave a prompt ‘thank you’ once it was finished.
Hajime crossed his arms and looked out over the classroom next to Wakatoshi. “You’re the first dad I’ve had come in today. It’s mostly been moms and grandparents.”
It was a story Wakatoshi knew all too well. Every type of parent/child function he had ever attended was predominantly mother/child with a few fathers sprinkled here and there. “You’ll probably meet Tsutomu’s mother next week. We alternate.”
Eyes strayed down to Wakatoshi’s left hand, which hadn’t had a wedding ring on it even when he had still been married after damaging two of them sheerly due to the need to use his hand for everyday things. “Sorry, Ushijima-san. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Wakatoshi shook his head. “You didn’t. It is what it is.”
“Oh, good.” Hajime gave him a sheepish smile. “I never have a problem talking to kids. It’s the adults I’m awkward around.”
“I can relate.” Wakatoshi noticed that Tsutomu had spotted him from the other side of the room, where he was playing with a redheaded boy with a crooked bowl cut. He braced himself as Tsutomu careened over to him and clamped his arms around Wakatoshi’s leg. “Did you have a good day?”
Tsutomu nodded and waved over his shoulder at Bowl Cut-kun. “Yeah, that’s my new friend, Satori. I told him you were a volleyball player and that I want to be one too. He thinks that’s so cool.”
Hajime’s brow raised. “Volleyball? Do you play professionally?”
“Yes.” Wakatoshi ruffled Tsutomu’s hair before hoisting his son onto his hip. “I enjoyed meeting you, Iwaizumi-sensei. Thank you for taking care of my wayward child.”
Hajime’s hand and Tsutomu’s smaller one met for a high five. “The pleasure was all mine. I hope I’ll get to catch up with you again soon. It’s nice talking to someone who doesn’t go from zero to scream in five seconds or less.”
“Agreed.” Wakatoshi nodded at Hajime before heading for the door. As he buckled Tsutomu into his car seat, he thought that he might be finding an excuse or two to visit his son’s classroom.
Being attracted to men was nothing new to him, but Wakatoshi had never acted on that attraction before. He wasn’t sure if anything would come of it if he tried, but Hajime’s ring finger had been bare, too, so it wasn’t impossible.
One thing he did know, however, was that for the first time in a while, the long-empty complimentary seat ticket to his matches next to Tsutomu’s might find themselves an owner after all.
Re: Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G
Fill: Team Ice Ice Baby, T
Ship/Character: Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi
Additional Characters: Hinata Shouyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fluff, Thirst at First Sight, Single Parent, Pre-Slash
Word Count: 1372
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
-.-" First time writing Haikyuu!! but I really enjoyed trying out the characters and I hope you like it. they really, really got away from me
***
Daichi was lucky he hadn’t cancelled the babysitter—he’d been invited out for drinks after work and if he’d skipped another invitation this month by not planning for Hinata, he figured he’d find out what made Kenma so effective at scaring the shit out of clients. Plus, it was a load of fun tossing back drinks—not too many, parenting was like a gentler version of cracking a bat over your head with premature aging—and hanging out with friends. A whole lot less effort than organising reunions, he told Koushi, before Kenma manhandled him to the bar to meet his best friend.
“Ahh, the famous Daichi.” The younger man’s mouth twisted into a grin that should be criminal for how self-satisfied it was. “I promise I’ve only heard fun things.”
Daichi took his hand—he had a firm handshake—and slowly drew back, eyes flicking across the man to scrutinise. “Likewise.” Smiled himself. “Though probably your fun things are pretty different from mine.”
The guy belly laughed. It was gorgeously sincere, tightening the stitches around his chest. His figure was lithe, but the suit was well-made and hugged the contours of his body. He was comfortable in it too, a little slouched and—too many mornings overslept when he needed to take Hinata to daycare meant that Daichi could recognise it well—firmly entrenched bedhead.
Struck quite the contrast with Daichi, whose suit was a little crumpled after the workday and had a dark patch over the pocket where he’d never fully managed to get Hinata’s ketchup stain out.
“I don’t know that I’d say that. Kid’s antics are just adult antics but without crushing responsibility—they’ll always seem crazier.”
Daichi couldn’t help a smile. The man really lucked into the perfect answer, he could see how he struck a nice balance to Kenma. Daichi figured Kenma hadn’t pulled him over here without an end in mind and a couple minutes into an animated argument with Kuroo (he’d finally remembered to properly introduce himself), Kenma slid away and was hoovered up by another group of friends before he could whip out his PSP.
But he’d succeeded in introducing Daichi to his best friend, which probably meant more on a personal level than he’d suggested, and in introducing Kuroo to the specific guy in the room who knew enough to dispute what he was going on about.
Unsurprisingly, the ‘genius entrepreneur’ had the intellectual chops to keep him engaged in an interesting convo about his new start-up to get kids involved in sport. Even if it took zero thought to dissuade him of all the things that wouldn’t work—his coaching experience was more helpful here than his dad knowledge, but he had zero doubt he could predict Hinata’s lack of enthusiasm for certain approaches a few years down the line.
Kuroo constantly slipped into more smiles, barely breaking them to argue a new path he thought would have wiggled his way out of the problem. Daichi smiled harder when he proved him wrong (and maybe a little something of it was related to being celibate since Hinata was still an ultrasound scan and the man in front of him, with the nicely cut suit, with the eyelashes that floated over his cheek when he bent his head being unfairly pretty).
•~*~•
“Come on, dad. Come on.” Hinata’s tiny hands tried to tug on his dad, succeeding only in wrapping them around his dad’s large fingers.
Daichi did a bad job of hiding his smile, probably because he wasn’t really trying to—even if it’d save his son’s pride. “I’m coming.” He might have the strength to stay still even with Hinata’s efforts, but his son had determination flowing from every pore. Even if he hadn’t felt like going along with it, the dislocated shoulder he’d get would probably persuade him.
He sucked in a final breath before they made the last corner—he needed to make a good impression in front of Hinata’s teacher—and nearly spat it back out when Hinata dragged him in through the open classroom door.
The teacher spun his chair a quarter-turn, releasing a worksheet to greet them.
“Hello–”
Daichi was already gaping.
It was Kuroo.
Except he was in a soft cardigan and worn blue jeans. He was wearing glasses. His sleeves were too long and covering his fingers. He was wearing glasses. His bedhead rounded off the soft look—it suited the ensemble more than some slicked-back look. He was Hinata’s teacher!
“Mr Sawamura.” He blinked twice. “It’s you.”
Daichi had arguably less chill. “Yes.” He couldn’t stop staring. “Me.” Daichi was wearing a messy suit again. Fuuuuck. He needed to distract him from looking at his hideously dressed self. “It’s still me, Daichi is fine.” Suave af.
Kuroo plucked his glasses off and held them pinched between two fingers. “Of course, Daichi. Well, it’s nice to finally meet Hinata’s dad. He’s always bragging.” He aimed a crooked grin at Hinata who reciprocated with reddening cheeks.
Daichi’s memory of that day was coated in a thick, syrupy haze. Hinata smiling as he passed over his magnum opus art, sunlight coating him in amber. Kuroo praising his son—distorted by that same amber shine. A varnish coat against the painting—yeah, Daichi didn’t remember much else of it till a lot later. When he’d had time to revisit the afternoon, memory entirely untainted by anything that followed.
•~*~•
Daichi walked into Tetsurou's classroom once more.
Tetsurou stood up to shake his hand as he emerged from behind Hinata. At last, he was spared a break from this cohort's tiger mums. He strained to dial back his fatigued, relieved smile.
The expression blew off his face and left him with a new problem. His eyes exploded open and his lips parted like a baleen whale, eager to drink in the tight muscles begging for a touch through Daichi's too small polo.
When they’d first met, Daichi’s suit was dishevelled, with a large blotch on the blazer. When they met again, his blazer was spotless, but his shirt was crinkled like a fan. Tetsurou didn’t look down on him for it, but you start to see a man as unconcerned with his appearance when so many times it seemed like . . . he maybe was.
He thought he whimpered, or at least, he kinda wanted to when Daichi let go of him. His hand was warm and super soft. Next thing he knew, Daichi was sitting—why didn’t he tell him to call him by his first name too already?—and he was hovering above his own seat.
“Evening. Where’s Hinata tonight?”
“At his grandparents’,” chuckled Daichi. “It was strongly suggested to me that both my son and my parents would have me excommunicated from the family if I ended their sleepover early.”
“Ahh, important that you came alone then.” He smiled and Daichi matched him.
Did they turn the heating on by mistake? It was stifling.
He tugged at his collar to keep from shoving his foot into his mouth. “What’s with the tight top? This isn’t swimwear season.”
Daichi blushed. “Hinata spilled some blackberry juice on my clean shirt. Had to dig out this old polo.”
His skin flushed super prettily, Tetsurou’s chin dropped into his hand as he nodded along, smirking.
“I know it’s not the best-looking thing in my wardrobe probably.”
He was modest as heck—biceps straining as he scratched at his face, a pec clenching less than a quarter inch below the surface. He had abs for days. And Tetsurou wanted to feel that ripple with his own fingers. Put his mouth on one and su—
“I’m sorry?” Daichi asked.
“What?” Tetsurou blinked.
“. . .”
Tetsurou squirmed, teeth clenched. Daichi’s mouth gaped open and shut like a fish toy Hinata used to have. The men sat in silence, defying the other to break the hush and deal with the awkward.
•~*~•
Hinata tossed a carton back and forth between his hands—he’d inherited his dad’s volleyball skills and took to using them at every opportunity—deftly catching and throwing without any risk in range of his tiny hands.
His grandma sat on the couch, confused. “What do you mean you spilt juice on your dad’s clothes on purpose?”
Re: Fill: Team Ice Ice Baby, T