hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

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Scoring
For prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

For fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
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Eridan<3<Kanaya, hurt/comfort + domestic comedy

I hope that +body horror is okay because welp my hand slipped.

...This probably isn't anything at all what you were hoping for and I only lightly touched upon the prompted genres. I'm so sorry ._.

Also, I am so terrible to poor Eridan here that it isn't even funny. Or does that make it funnier? IDK, this is just the strangest thing I've ever written, that's all.

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When you wake up, it isn't to whatever afterlife long dead nautical aristocrats claimed was set aside especially for those of royal blood, but to unimaginable pain coursing through through your entire body, and you don't know how this is even possible. The last thing you remember is the chainsaw, and, oh god, what if death is reliving your last moments for ever, because that is what this feels like and it's just not *fair*...

Warm hands press against your cheeks, and her fingers are so warm against your tear-streaked face that you don't realize it's *her* until she speaks, because when you attempt to open your eyes, you're nearly blinded by the brightness that you should have recognized but didn't.

"You didn't actually think that I would let you go so easily, did you, Eridan?" You blink through the moisture and light just in time to see her leaning in close, fangs shining, then piercing your lip and drinking from you. It hurts, but it is a better hurt than the pain that is everywhere at once, because you are at least able to focus on that one part and drown the rest out.

You must have passed out at some point because the next thing you know--other than strange blurry happenings that may very well have been dreams rather than reality, anyway--the pain isn't nearly as bad and you're upright instead of lying down on the cold cement floor. Looking around, you don't recognize a thing, but the bright colors and fabrics scattered throughout the area along with the hazy pain filled maybe-memories-maybe-dreams makes it obvious whose respiteblock you're currently sitting in--if sitting is indeed what you're doing because you're kind of afraid to look down.

But you look down anyway, and, oh, Kanaya stitched your severed upper body to a chair. A purple, velvet armchair, even. Your arms are the arms of the armchair. Ahahahaha...

You were probably laughing too loudly, because she appears suddenly from wherever she'd disappeared to since you saw her last, and smirks a bit at your reaction. "I'm so glad you like it, Eridan. I was concerned you would not approve, but lacking Equius's expertise in robotic prosthetics, I'm afraid that following your impromptutation, this really was the best I could do. At least my previous experience in relieving males of their lower halves allowed for a smooth and relatively pain free transition with the use of proper medication and care, and now no one has to worry about you wandering off and selling the rest of us out to the enemy. Not to mention that now there should be a significantly lesser frequency of you thinking with your bulge."

Her derisive tone has you shaking in rage. The chair legs are rattling against the floor. This probably isn't good for your stitches. "Fuck you, Kan; my plan wwas the only chance any a us had gettin out a this mess alivve, but nobody wwanted to listen--nobody evver listens!--an now Fef's dead an probably Sol is too, an you're a goddamn undead glowwin creature a the daylight, an I'm a fuckin chair!"

She's up in your face in a flash, tipping the chair--tipping you--backwards like some kind of heavy handed bruiser threatening a captured rival in a shitty action flick, except there's no one out there with any interest in rescuing you anymore. This would probably be a lot more exciting if the bulge thing wasn't so uncomfortably accurate. "If you had just set aside your selfishness for a few more hours and took into account that a much better plan than trying to join forces with the demon that wants to kill us was well underway, you would have known there was more to hope for than you realized and perhaps not sought to destroy all that remained before I finally stopped you."

She was still sore about the matriorb, obviously. As if she'd ever have the chance to restore the troll race anyway now that you were all doomed. Time for a reality check. "It wwas you wwho crafted the wweapon that destroyed it all." It had been yet another thing of yours she had broke clean in two; just like your ashen feelings thrown back in your face when she rejected your proposal and turned around to play auspistice for Vriska and Tavros instead.

The chair is--you are--righted roughly, swung around, and pushed up to a table, where several other chairs were prepared. They were just regular wooden dining block chairs with no trolls attached, though, or even any trolls sitting in them for that matter. They don't look all that comfortable, so you're not at all surprised when Kanaya chooses to sit on you instead--but you are incredibly pissed off. You can't even raise your arms to scratch her or tilt your head far enough to bite, and your neck is very clearly exposed and ready for her to feed from on her every whim. "I made a mistake," she finally responds, "and I took care of the consequences as best I could. You, on the other hand, continue to express a lack of growth in character and persist in blaming everyone but yourself for all the negativity that results from your actions." She pauses, and you seethe. "But that's all right, Eridan; now that you no longer have the ability to act on your own and make a further mess of yourself and your surroundings, you ought to have more than enough time to think about what you've done."

This is stupid; you've only ever done exactly what one with royal blood was meant to do all along. If anyone was to blame, it was the landwellers for corrupting Feferi so entirely that she actually started to pity the lowbloods instead of rising up to rule over them as the Empress she should have become with you at her side.

But Kanaya would never understand that, so you just keep it to yourself. She probably wanted you to keep talking so she could ridicule you some more, and you weren't going to give her the satisfaction.

She abruptly turns toward a clock on the wall and rises to her feet, her lips curled in a cruel twist. "Oh, would you just look at the time; our guests are going to arrive at any moment and I haven't even set the table. Make yourself comfortable, Eridan; there are several others who have been wanting to speak with you."

Fuck everything--you haven't even fully recovered from being chainsawed in half and she went ahead invited all the survivors over for a goddamn tea party.

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI