Bonus Round 1: Memory

[referees]

Let's start our summer by looking at the past—things that happened in canon, or maybe in an AU, or maybe just as wishful thinking...


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 9 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

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RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post! You prompt should consist of one scenario beginning with the phrase "Remember when", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from our list of nominated fandoms.
  • Your prompts can take the form of recalling canon facts/events ("Remember when Nozomi and Eli got parfaits after school?"), non-canon events ("Remember when Megumi and Jin met at the Tadokoro Family Reunion?"), or somewhere in-between ("Remember when Bokuto and Kenma first met?"). Headcanons and AUs are welcome!
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• Post fills by leaving a responding comment to a prompt with your newly-created work.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.



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PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[hypernovaes]

Kousaka Honoka/Sonoda Umi Love Live!

Remember when Honoka and Umi went to the shrine at New Year's together to make a wish for the future... and they had very similar wishes?

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

590 words
no tags

“Let’s go to the shrine together for New Year’s! I know Kotori isn’t with us, but we’ll make it fun anyway.”

Honoka, Kotori and Umi had graduated from Otonokizaka earlier in the year, and Kotori had flown off to London for fashion school almost immediately after. Umi had left for college in Kyoto a few weeks after that, while Honoka remained in Tokyo to pursue a career as a soloist. Rumor had it that Pony Canyon and Sony Music Entertainment were now looking to sign her childhood friend; either way, Umi knew Honoka was going to be a shining star. She’d always been the most cut out for the idol life among the three of them.

It also meant that she’d have less time to see Honoka even during holidays, which meant this shrine visit would be important for the two of them.

Honoka arrived at the shrine twenty minutes late, huffing and puffing, muttering a litany of apologies. Yet Umi found herself flushing and turning away—Honoka was absolutely beautiful in the yukata she was wearing, even if her hair was messy and her makeup was smudged with sweat. The fluttering feeling in her stomach had nothing to do with hunger: she had almost forgotten how radiant Honoka’s presence was after being far away for so long, that was all.

Umi swallowed the lump in her throat, turning back to face Honoka with what she hoped was a believable smile. “I’d chastise you for being late, but it’s been a long time! L- let’s go and make our wishes.”

Honoka smiled, nodding in agreement. She took hold of Umi’s hand, lacing her fingers into hers, and Umi felt herself blush even harder. Their walk to the shrine was peppered with excited chatter and catching up. Not that they weren’t in constant contact, as both Umi and Honoka were relatively good at responding to texts-- it was Kotori who tended to disappear for days on end with no replies in their group chat. No, now was the time to share the things that text messages could never hope to convey. Like just how glad Honoka felt to be making music, sparking electricity, or how excited Umi was when she got into a three-hour discussion about neuroscience with her professor after class.

They talked about Kotori, and how much fun she looked to be having in London from the pictures she uploaded and the messages she sent. It was strange to think of Umi cheekily asked Honoka if she thought the girl in Kotori’s recent selfies was someone special, to which Honoka’s eyes went wide and mouth dropped open. Umi blinked. Had that never crossed Honoka’s mind?

“You’re still oblivious as always,” Umi sighed. She supposed it was for the best though, because it meant that Honoka probably had no idea. No idea about the fluttering in Umi’s chest as Honoka swung their hands while they walked, or how Umi’s heartbeat raced when Honoka smiled in her direction. Honoka would have no idea that, when they walked up the shrine and prayed for their wishes to come true, Umi would ask the gods for something just a little selfish, something that she knew would probably never happen.

Umi closed her eyes, put her hands together, and bowed in thanks. She turned to Honoka with a smile. “Let’s go home.”

Honoka’s hand slipped into Umi’s like it belonged there. On the way back, Umi couldn’t help but notice that Honoka walked a little closer, and couldn’t help but wonder.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[hypernovaes]

Kousaka Honoka/Hoshizora Rin Love Live!

Remember when Honoka made sure Rin knew just how absolutely stupidly adorable she is in the sweetest way possible?

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

815 words
trans character, dysphoria
note: unproofed-- i'll edit this if anyone finds it offensive, so please feel free to message me!!

Rin took a deep breath, peering at her reflection in the oval mirror. The sleeveless top and tiered skirt that she was supposed to wear in concert hung strangely on her form, clinging to her in all the wrong places. It highlighted how thick-set her thighs were, how tiny her chest was, and, she noticed as she took a deep breath, the collar highlighted how her Adam’s apple bobbed up and down if she moved. There was no way she could go on stage looking like this; she had no idea what Kotori was thinking.

Rin bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. This was a mess, and they were due to perform in about an hour. There was no way anyone could fix this costume for her in time, though maybe it wasn’t the costume that looked awful. It was just her. A knock on the door jolted out of her thoughts, and she felt a lurch in her chest. Crap.

Ah, it was probably Hanayo or someone, asking her if she was ready for a warm-up. Rin pulled herself away from the mirror, stretching up her lips in a bright grin. She wasn’t going to tell the other girls about this, of course, especially not poor Kotori, who’d been slaving away for hours on those costumes. Hopefully the fans would be kind to her in the media. Then again, at this stage, she wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t. At least she was mentally prepared for the inevitable roasting she was going to get in the papers the next day. The professional idol life was difficult, and cruel, but the key was being professional and the show would go on. Rin strutted towards the entrance of the room.

“Hold on!” said Rin, opening the door to reveal their leader—and her girlfriend. “Ah, Honoka!”

Even if she was already darting around from place to place, probably checking up on everyone else, Honoka looked stunning as always. The dress clung to her curves and highlighted her hips, and the curvature of her faux corset highlighted Honoka’s ample chest. “So pretty,” Rin couldn’t help but mutter underneath her breath as Honoka stepped into the dressing room, full of bright smiles that were always so genuine.

Her breath hitched in her throat as Honoka turned to her. “Ready for our duet, just like we practiced?”

Rin nodded. “Mm, yeah.” Right, Umi had written a song just for the two of them and they were supposed to perform it today. She certainly couldn’t wait to look like a clown on stage in front of everyone else. Rin took a step aside, watching as Honoka did a little twirl in the mirror. If only she could have her girlfriend’s looks or confidence! Honoka held out her hands, offering them to Rin to take.

“Come on, spin around with me!”

“O- okay!” Shaking, Rin clasped her fingers with Honoka’s, and Honoka grinned, leading her around in two circles in the middle of Rin’s dressing room. Finally, Honoka let go, taking a few steps back, giggling as she spoke.

Honoka smiled, covering her mouth with her hands. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d look in this outfit, Rin! I can’t wait for Kotori to see how you look. She’s really outdone herself this time, hasn’t she?”

Rin’s eyes widened. “Wait, really?” she asked, glancing down at herself self-consciously. A flush spread across her cheeks. “I… I thought I looked bad…”

Honoka frowned. “What are you talking about? You could never look bad! I’ll show you,” she said, strutting up to Rin and giving her a hug from behind. “I wish you could see how pretty you look… Your legs are so long and nice, and I love your cute little waist.”

A fluttering sensation crept into Rin’s chest, and she froze in her tracks as Honoka continued to speak. “I think the black and white really brings out the color of your hair and eyes,” Honoka leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Rin’s neck, squeezing her extra tightly. “And you’ve got such a nice voice, you know? Your voice is my favorite.”

Rin felt a red-hot flush creep over her face. “Stop that,” she begun, but if there was anything she’d learned by now, there was no way to stop Honoka once she was started on something. Honoka just giggled and continued to speak.

“You’re so cute, you know? I want you to know that.” One of Honoka’s soft hands reached out to trail down Rin’s chest, skimming across her torso. “I can show you more, if you’d like—“

“Honoka, we have a live to perform at later on!” Rin said, blushing a bright shade of crimson at this point. Honoka grinned, pulling away and pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on Rin’s cheek.

“Maybe later, then.”

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[hypernovaes]

Koizumi Hanayo/Kousaka Honoka Love Live!

Remember when Hanayo had the biggest crush on the beautiful idol Kousaka Honoka and joined the idol research club just so she could get closer to her but she didn't think that would mean THIS close??

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

681 words
no tags

Honoka hadn’t been altogether surprised when Hanayo Koizumi had asked to join Muse—she was one of the group’s earliest supporters and had stuck with them since day one. Naturally, Honoka had been more than delighted when her precious junior had asked to join! After all, what was a club without some sort of legacy, right? Someone was going to have to continue after they’d all graduated and were dead and gone. (And before Umi could chip in that graduation did not constitute death, that was absolutely not what they said in her sports mangas. You died a sports death after graduation and that was final.)

Besides, working with Hanayo was great: Honoka had never met anyone more passionate and dedicated. Hanayo was a treasure trove of knowledge about the ins and outs of school idols, constantly piping up in the middle of practice with a random tidbit or fun fact. Hanayo was often the first to practice, staring at the club computer with heated intensity when she checked their ranks, and the last one to leave. Honoka would leave practices by dusk on most days, noticing Hanayo hanging behind alone on the roof to perfect a dance move, or to practice singing a high note. Considering how much Honoka usually wanted to head home and pass out by then, she couldn’t help but find it admirable.

Unfortunately, her desire to go home and be a slug triumphed over all else. Honoka would often turn back and give Hanayo a weak smile and a wave, before trudging her way home to shovel copious amounts of food into her face.

Hanayo was always staying back. Hanayo was always first to train. Despite her shy and reserved personality Honoka couldn’t help but wonder if Hanayo was the strongest one of them all, the one most determined to see this through to the end. It must have taken so much to overcome her shyness, Honoka couldn’t help but think! And she needed to know. So one day after a grueling day of practice just before the Love Live, Honoka decided to tell her. She waved at her peers with a cheerful “Bye, I’m going home!” but hid behind the door to the roof, peering through a crack to make sure that everyone else was leaving.

One by one, they trailed out of practice. Rin and Maki first, holding hands, with Nico trailing back behind them. Kotori and Nozomi were next to go, discussing costume ideas for their next live, with Umi and Eli trailing back right after. Honoka squinted through the crack, making sure to observe Hanayo. She was still practicing the dance moves Eli had taught them earlier that day… Ah! Honoka covered her mouth with her hands as she watched Hanayo do a pirouette, and then a high leap.

Hanayo was so beautiful when she was dancing. Honoka was going to make sure she knew that. She popped her head out from behind the door, grinning and waving madly, darting out to greet her junior. “You’re so pretty! And you work so hard, I think it’s amazing—“

“A- WHA, Honoka!“ Hanayo stumbled backwards midst-twirl, face a bright shade of red. She covered it with her hands, glancing around from side to side. “What are you—why are you here watching me, that’s so embarrassing—“

Honoka giggled, running up from behind the roof with a wide grin. “Are you kidding me? You’re so cool! I think you’re really hardworking, you know?” She clasped Hanayo’s hands in hers, and could have sworn that Hanayo turned a little redder. “That’s the coolest thing about you—“

Hanayo gulped. “You’re the one who’s cool!”

Honoka could only stare as Hanayo’s hands flew over her mouth, absolutely stunned. She turned towards Honoka, then turned away, then turned towards Honoka again. Honoka could barely hear her mutter the words “Ineedtogo” before Hanayo scurried off the rooftop, leaving Honoka wide agape with shock. Wait.

“Hanayo, you have the key to lock up!” Honoka yelled behind her, chasing after the other girl. “You can’t just leave me behind!”

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, Daiya no Ace

Remember when Miyuki was Mei's catcher?

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G

[starrwinter]

No tags
Word count: 583


Kazuya was excited to be chosen for the district’s junior high all-star team. It provided him with an excuse to be out of school for an entire week to focus on nothing but baseball. An intense camp a couple months before the actual tournament to test their skills and see how they got along with others on the team.

This is my chance to make a good impression before next year. He was disappointed he wasn't selected until his last year before high school, missing his chance to play with Chris on the same team but if the fortunes were in his favor it wouldn't be too long of a wait for that opportunity to present itself.

“Miyuki Kazuya.” One of the coaches yelled out onto the field, Kazuya stopping his exercises to jog over.

“Yes coach?” He politely replied.

“We’re going to start the duel practice for catchers and pitchers right away, so make your way over to the bullpen.”

Kazuya acknowledging the request before jogging to the bench to grab his gear bag and make his way over to the bullpen. Already hearing the sounds of balls being thrown within as the pitchers loosened up.

He watched the pitchers throw as he stretched and started to put on his catcher’s gear. The normal mix of fast balls thrown in with a few change ups and curve balls, control still a little unpredictable at times. He was just getting ready to enter when the quick snap of a ball ricocheting off of a catcher’s glove hit the fencing.

“That was a perfect ball! You should have been able to catch it easily!” Came a shout from the pitcher at the end of the bullpen.

All Kazuya could see was blond hair, blue eyes, and a nasty personality all rolled into one shouting his displeasure at the unfortunate catcher in his way.

“Miyuki-kun, will you please go catch for Narumiya-kun instead?” The coach instructed, pointing to the very person Kazuya was gnashing his teeth at.

“Yes sir.” As he begrudgingly made his way over to relieve the irritated catcher from his spot, earning a shoulder shake of thanks as the other retreated.

“Miyuki Kazuya.” Kazuya acknowledged to the pitcher still stomping his cleat into the ground, making a mess of his takeoff spot.

“Hmm… so you think you’re good enough to catch for me, do you? Surely you've heard of Narumiya Mei?” As he stopped mangling the dirt long enough to blaze fire in Kazuya’s direction.

“I have. The great and the terrible in equal amounts strike outs and temper tantrums.” Kazuya chuckling at Mei’s reaction and flailing arms.

“I'll show you a temper tantrum! Bet you won't even be able to catch my easiest fastball.” Mei challenging him straight back.

“Guess we’ll just have to see.” Kazuya crouching down to set his feet firmly for the pitch, Mei smirking the entire windup through release of the ball solidly into the air.

Kazuya easily able to catch the fastball with a satisfying smack, Mei’s smirk turning into a grin of promise.

“Well that one was too easy, let’s try something a little more challenging!”

Kazuya and Mei spending the rest of the practice time learning each other's strategies and pitches, overcoming each other’s doubts and perceptions to turn them into excited energy to carry through the rest of the week.

Forming by the end of the camp one fierce battery; calling each other in friendship by their first names of Kazuya and Mei.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya or Kuramochi Yoichi/Miyuki Kazuya (Daiya no Ace)

remember when Miyuki got body-snatched and the only person who noticed was Furuya/Kuramochi?

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[hypernovaes]

Kousaka Honoka/Toujou Nozomi Love Live!

Remember when Honoka and Nozomi met for the first time, and Nozomi instantly knew that they were destined to meet, and this was fate stepping in to ensure that they would be together?

Prompt: Team Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuro

[amisgurumis]

Miyauchi Keisuki/Kawakami Norifumi, daiya no ace

Remember that time Miyauchi decided to grab Kawakami's crotch and he wasn't wearing a cup?

Re: Prompt: Team Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuro

[jinbeizaki]

I WAS GOING TO PROMPT THIS XD I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR 17 LONG PAGES!

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tempestuously]

Matsuoka Rin/Tachibana Makoto, Free!

Remember the time Makoto asked Rin for some private English lessons? (Ps use the stripping teaching style that is all apparently now canon)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[magnum_mouth]

LEARNING LANGUAGES IS SO IMPORTANT

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[hypernovaes]

Minami Kotori/Kousaka Honoka/Sonoda Umi Love Live!

We Know The Devil AU.

Remember that time when the second years were sent to Jesus camp together?

PROMPT: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

[kiyala]

Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya, Kuroko no Basuke
no tags

Remember when Kuroko asked Kagami to go shopping with him for bags that he can fit Nigou in, and Kagami realised that they were kind of dating?

Re: PROMPT: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

[nobetterpicture]

LOUD WAILING, I'M HERE FOR THIS

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Kuroo Tetsurou/Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)

(college AU) remember when Oikawa's classmate, Kuroo, stopped by that one time and happened to meet Oikawa's hot friend from another school, Iwaizumi? remember when Kuroo wouldn't stop coming by after that? (Tooru found the whole thing hilarious.)

FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T

[karahashi]

an isolated instance of 'dumbass'. i suppose it counts as language??

They probably came out pretty caricaturised >.< This is an A+++ prompt though!

Word Count: 1099

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nyatsurou: who was that
o1kawa: my hot friend (✿´ ꒳ `)
nyatsurou: who was that
o1kawa: you would know if you were paying attention in high school 凸（￣ヘ￣）
nyatsurou: sorry i only remember the people who made it to nationals
o1kawa has left the chat.
nyatsurou: seriously though who was that

-

It’s 6am in the morning. If it weren’t for the fact that Kuroo’s voice is more annoying than five of his alarm clocks combined, Tooru wouldn’t think twice about leaving him to freeze outside. It shouldn’t be possible for a human voice to sink through two pillows, several layers of comforter and an entire lounge room. “Why,” he says, looking at Kuroo. “Why are you here.”

“That’s no way to treat a friend,” says Kuroo indignantly. “I wanted to see how you were doing. Also, do you have notes for that lecture from Thursday?”

“I do, but you’re not getting them.” Tooru traipses back through the living room and puts a hand on the doorknob. “I’m going to sleep. Do whatever, but shut up while you’re at it.”

Iwaizumi grunts. “Is he gone?”

“He’s in the house,” Tooru says, flinging an arm over him. “Now my feet are cold.”

“I’m going to kill him when I wake up,” vows Iwaizumi, burrowing deeper into the mattress. “I will strangle him with my bare hands and hang him over your balcony as a warning to any of your other insane friends.”

The sheer fury in Iwaizumi’s sleepy voice makes Tooru grin. “Just go to sleep,” he laughs, and dreams of Kuroo asking him for Iwaizumi’s hand in marriage.

-

When he plods down to the kitchen a couple of hours later, Iwaizumi is laughing with Kuroo by the stove, and Tooru feels incredibly, inexplicably betrayed.

“Breakfast, Trashykawa.” Iwaizumi slides over a plate. There is a single piece of toast on it, buttered. Tooru doesn’t mean to be rude, but he went shopping with Iwaizumi two nights ago, and the scent of pancakes hangs in the air.

“Where are my pancakes?”

“You eat too much sugar as is,” Iwaizumi says, ignoring Tooru’s obligatory what are you, my mum?

Kuroo sidles over and leans in close to Iwaizumi’s ear. “You know how to take care of a man,” he says. “I respect reliable people.”

Tooru snorts, choking on his slice of toast. But Iwaizumi nods and smiles, a dark stain creeping up his neck, and suddenly things aren’t quite so funny anymore.

-

nyatsurou: so like. i have too much food.
o1kawa: no
nyatsurou: it’s gonna go bad, so i thought
o1kawa: nO
nyatsurou: since i’m such a kind person and a good friend
o1kawa: ok firstly i am the kinder friend here
o1kawa: and
nyatsurou: can i come over?
o1kawa: did they not teach you to read in nekoma
nyatsurou: they did but i was too busy going to nationals
o1kawa: YOU DIDN’T EVEN WIN
nyatsurou: i’ll be over in five
o1kawa: i hate you i’m locking the door and taking iwa-chan with me
nyatsurou has left the chat

-

“Iwa-chan, we have to run.”

Iwaizumi whacks him in the shoulder, which Tooru thinks is incredibly unfair, considering that he’s trying his best to protect Iwaizumi’s virtue. When he tries to explain this to Iwaizumi, he’s met with a sigh and a barely-hidden smile. “I can take care of myself, dumbass.”

He likes him, Tooru thinks in amazement. He actually likes him.

He’s always trusted Iwaizumi. But it’s young Iwa-chan’s first time falling in proper unrequited love. As a senior in all things romance-related, it’s Tooru’s duty to make sure Iwaizumi’s first time is good enough to be his only time.

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o1kawa: i have a thing for you
o1kawa has sent a file.
nyatsurou: is this a quiz?
nyatsurou: ‘name three things that made iwa-chan cry when he was five’ oikawa i’m not sure this is a fair quiz
o1kawa: of course it’s a fair quiz i can answer them all with my eyes closed ☆＾∇゜)
nyatsurou: i want to slap that emoji
nyatsurou: and i’m coming over i need help
o1kawa: i’m not helping you no cheating
nyatsurou: i wasn’t going to ask you anyway
o1kawa: DON’T COME
nyatsurou has left the chat.

-

Kuroo comes with flowers. He comes with volleyballs. He comes with takeaway agedashi tofu from that one store you have to line up for hours to get into. Tooru tried to get takeaway from there once and the chef yelled at him. Kuroo’s clearly bribing someone, somewhere.

Iwaizumi scrunches his nose at the flowers, takes the volleyballs, and scarfs down the agedashi tofu. He laughs too loud when Kuroo cracks jokes and blushes when he thinks nobody’s looking, and Kuroo might not be, but Tooru sees everything.

It becomes rather entertaining, so he gets himself a bag of popcorn and makes a show of crunching it loudly while watching them stammer at one another.

“Get out,” Iwaizumi yells at him one day, completely ignoring the fact that this is Tooru’s house as well as his. Kuroo sticks his tongue out as Tooru retreats to his room.

-

Somewhere along the way, Kuroo challenges Iwaizumi to an arm-wrestling match --- and loses. He takes this as an opportunity to come back every day for a rematch.

Tooru watches them hold hands for ten minutes before suggesting they lip-wrestle instead. Their faces are well worth the near-concussion Iwaizumi gives him after.

-

nyatsurou has sent a picture.
o1kawa: what’s that
nyatsurou: my hot bf ヽ(=＾ﾟωﾟ)＾/
o1kawa: why’d you send me an empty pic
nyatsurou has sent a picture.
nyatsurou: i sent you a clearer pic (´･ω･`)
o1kawa: …
o1kawa: firstly. gross
o1kawa: secondly. he sees that, you’re dead
o1kawa: thirdly. i saw nothing
nyatsurou: are you done yet
o1kawa: fourthly. never again
o1kawa: you come into my house
nyatsurou: he was cute
o1kawa: *is
o1kawa: good for you. goodbYE
o1kawa has left the chat.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Yahaba painted Kyoutani's nails?

other gender hcs more than welcome

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[sotongsotong]

I misread that as "remember when Yahaba painted Kyoutani's balls" and the image in my head thanks to that is truly amazing

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Daishou Suguru/Kuroo Tetsurou (Haikyuu!!)

remember when tweens Daishou and Kuroo had the pettiest, most dramatic breakup ever in the history of both of their junior high schools?

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[ambivia]

im screamign

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya

Remember when Furuya finally said Miyuki he came to this school only because of him?

(Bonus if it's on Miyuki's graduation day~)

Re: PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[kusoelite]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AM I READY FOR THIS

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Onoda Sakamichi & Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember when Teshima tried to help plan Onoda's wedding to make up for ruining his own?

i cant even imagine onoda ever getting married but these are the sacrifices we make for silly jokes

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku & Toudou Jinpachi, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember when children still used to be offered up to the gods?

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[mother_herbivore]

character death, religion
750 words

The Mountain God is beautiful. He wears white and blue, and his eyes are sharp and his hair is black as night. The people ask him for good fortune, pray to him for beauty and charm. They bring him gifts of jewelry and flowers and delicate trinkets, and, once a year, the gift of one of their own children.
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Two shrine-maidens wash him thoroughly in the mineral-rich waters of the mountain spring. Their movements are well-practiced and impersonal, and Manami feels rather like a doll as they move his limbs this way and that. He tries to look at them, but they won’t meet his eyes.

It’s an honor to be chosen, his father told him through stiff lips, as his mother sat motionless by the window. She still held the letter from the temple, clenched tightly in her fist. Manami doesn’t know what to say.

The maidens draw him out of the spring, surprisingly strong, and dry him in the shade of a maple tree. They are gentle, but there is nothing comforting about the touch of their soft white hands. Manami looks up, where he can catch a glimpse of the sky through the leaves. It’s a beautiful day to die.

We’ll have fair weather and good crops thanks to you, boy, the blacksmith’s wife said when Manami came to be fitted for his robes. The white silk is cool against his skin, and he thinks about how he has never had clothing as fine as this.

They brush his hair with beautiful mother-of-pearl combs. One of the maidens tries to smooth down the unruly lock of hair that sticks almost straight up at the top of Manami’s head, and frustration flashes briefly across her face. Then she assumes a neutral expression once more, and puts the comb away. The preparations are nearly done now, Manami knows.
The maidens dress him carefully in his soft white robes. They must be arranged in a specific way, and then there are several tokens to be slipped into the folds, for Manami to bring to the god; a butterfly carved out of pine and painted orange, a newly-bloomed lotus, a glass bird with outstretched wings. Manami holds the bird especially tenderly.
Once he is dressed, there’s nothing else to do but go to the temple. It’s a short way away, tucked against the mountain and hidden partly in shadow. The stone steps are cold against Manami’s bare feet after walking in the sun-warmed grass.
The doors open for him as he approaches, and the maidens usher him inside. Manami pauses on the threshold and tilts his head back to look at the sky again. He wants to remember that rich shade of blue.
Then he enters the temple, and the doors close behind him.
He does not pay much attention to the ceremony. He lies on his back with his eyes closed and thinks about the ornate dagger laying by the priest’s right hand. As the priest calls to the beautiful Mountain God and asks him for his continued benevolence and protection, Manami wonders if he’ll be able to feel the blade in his chest. The idea of it excites him a little. His grip tightens on the glass bird.
Eventually, he hears the rasp of metal on stone as the priest picks up the dagger. His heartbeat quickens, but he doesn’t open his eyes. The ceremony is reaching its climax—the priest speaks in loud, fervent tones, crying out for the Mountain God to please accept this young gift as proof of the people’s dedication and respect. Manami bites his tongue and waits for the touch of cold metal on his skin.
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The Mountain God is as beautiful as they say. He is resplendent in robes of shining white and blue, with piercing violet eyes and hair blacker than ink. He watches over the people of the mountain villages, blessing them for their love and dedication to him. They bring him gifts of jewelry and flowers and delicate trinkets, and he revels in their beauty, but the most precious gift of all only comes once a year.
This year, it is a boy with midnight-blue hair and eyes to match. He loves the sky and the wind, he loves the mountains. The Mountain God has watched him for a long time, waiting for him to come.
“Tell me your name,” the Mountain God says.
“Sangaku.” The boy’s voice rings true and clear, and the Mountain God smiles.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Oikawa broke up with Ushijima to chase his dreams of fame, then gifted Ushijima with his own merch?

(bonus points if they somehow end up getting back together again because of that.)

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku & Naruko Shoukichi, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember that time a sparky newcomer got lost in space and a bored alien happened to be more interested in helping him out than another simple death?

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Naruko Shoukichi & Sugimoto Terufumi, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember that time Naruko was so excited to be assigned his AI partner upon making it into the tops of agency, only to find that the partner didn't quite fit his image.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Shirabu Kenjirou/Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu!!)

nsfw

(Starfighter AU) remember when navigator Shirabu and his fighter Ushijima had celebratory sex after a successful battle?

i'm totally not prompting a sequel to one of my own fics leave me alone

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[starrwinter]

...you have my attention with this *adds to the list* ❤️

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Ayase Eli/Kousaka Honoka, Love Live!

Remember that time Honoka managed to convince people to let her go into space for a chat with a supposedly evil alien?

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[underscored]

ARE YOU DOJNG THIS ON PURPSOE

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Iwaizumi Hajime & Ushijima Wakatoshi(/Oikawa Tooru) (Haikyuu!!)

nsfw

remember when what Iwaizumi thought was going to be an overly aggressive, swaggering "step off he's mine now bruh" meeting actually turned out to be Ushijima being like "i would like to please Oikawa in bed as much as i can, can we exchange notes"

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[granada]

QUESTION: would some sort of triangle friends with benefits thing be alright? or would you prefer ushioi with past iwaoi?

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Kaidou Kaoru/Echizen Ryoma, The Prince of Tennis

Remember when Kaidou and Ryoma were lost in the arctic tundra and Ryoma was on the verge of collapse from starvation and hunger and cold, and he and Kaidou grew closer than ever before?

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Ayase Eli/Sonoda Umi, Love Live!

Remember that time Eli made a Massive Mistake and fell for the warrior protector of a fellow goddess?

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Fuji Shuusuke/Kawamura Takashi, The Prince of Tennis

Remember that time when Fuji and Taka went to the beach together, and Fuji's heart thumped furiously in his chest at the feel of Taka's sweat-damp skin against his own?