Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

[referees]

Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

RULES

• This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
• Your fill still has to be about a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. What ships you create work for is up to you, though.
• To submit your fill, simply leave it as a comment as a reply to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

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• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G?

[mousapelli]

Kenma Kozume & Lev Haiba, Haikyuu!!
magic, demon summoning
1068 words
So there was a prompt about Lev in the first bonus round I never got around to filling that said "remember when the demon summoning went completely awry?"


"Uh….guys?" Lev's voice drifted up from the basement. "I think maybe…you should come down…"

"No," Kenma said, hunching his shoulders but not looking up from the potion he was stirring.

"Nekomata said he was your partner for the week~," Kuroo sing-songed. "He said you had to watch out for him."

"NO," Kenma repeated, stirring a little faster.

"Guys!" Lev's voice continued, plaintive. "Aw, come on!"

"It's your own fault for leaving him alone during a summoning," Kuroo said. The steady thump of Kuroo re-shelving books had stopped, and when Kenma did look up just long enough to check, Kuroo was watching him, grinning. "You aren't a little bit curious? Seems like he summoned something, finally. All the lights even flickered."

"I didn't notice," Kenma lied, sniffing. "You're so curious, you can—"

"Not it!" Kuroo chanted, flattening his nose with a finger.

"That's not a thing!" Kenma snapped.

"GUYS!" Lev's voice interrupted, definitely panicked this time.

"Tell me you didn't let him craft the binding circle himself," Kuroo said. Kenma groaned in aggravation as he slid off the stool. As an afterthought, he flicked his fingers at the spoon, enchanting it to keep stirring on its own so he wouldn't be up half the night trying to fix an evenly mixed batch of Perception. Yaku would never let him hear the end of that.

After stomping down a dozen circular stone steps, Kenma found Lev literally wringing his hands, plus an orange blur ricocheting off the walls. The only reason he wasn't knocking bottles and jars over left and right was because everything was already on the floor. Also on the floor was Lev's "binding" circle, the salt all black as if it'd been scorched.

"What the actual fuck, Lev?" Kenma demanded. "I left you down here for twenty minutes—"

"I'M SORRY," Lev wailed. "I was out of crushed willow so I just used half as much ground dittany, those are basically the same, right?"

"Only about sixteen times as powerful!" Kenma yelled. "Please tell me you at least infused it with something inert first?"

"I, um," Lev fiddled with a fold of his robe, "just kind of…sprinkled it on…"

"LEV," Kenma bellowed, making Lev wail again. "You were supposed to summon a minor fire spirit! What the fuck is that?!" Kenma flung an accusing hand to point at the pinball of orange.

It screeched to halt just in front of Kenma's finger and sniffed it. Sniffed it.

"Hi!" it said. It was some kind of minor demon, probably, short, bright orange hair sticking out in all directions and golden eyes to match, plus horns that looked half-grown at best and a pair of wings that Kenma couldn't imagine lifting a bumblebee. "You smell good!"

"Lev, it's sniffing me," Kenma said, voice even and quiet and furious.

"Don't eat Kenma!" Lev hollered, waving his hands in a shooing motion, which wouldn't have been effective against demons even if he weren't hiding behind Kenma. Kenma snapped at him to quit flailing his hands, which was probably part of how Lev had gotten into this mess.

The demon just laughed. "I don't wanna eat him! He looks fun! Everything here looks fun!" It looked all around, at the chaos of the lab, which, by the way, Nekomata was going to blame all on Kenma, Kenma just knew it. "Hell kinda sucks because nobody ever wants to play. Captain's all like 'Your torturing sucks, Hinata! Practice harder!' I'm Hinata, by the way. Who're you guys?"

"I'm Lev!" Lev piped up, making Kenma slap a hand to his forehead. "That's Kenma! He's supposed to be training me!"

"DON'T TELL DEMONS YOUR NAME, YOU IDIOT!" Kenma elbowed Lev hard, making him wheeze. "Did you even go to basic summoning class?!"

"It's my first time!" Lev protested.

"Wow, and you got a whole demon?" Hinata asked, still looking around in interest. The way his gaze was darting here and there was giving Kenma a headache. "You must be pretty great at it!"

"All right, that's it, I'm done," Kenam said, pushing up the sleeves of his robe. "You are in gigantic trouble, look at this mess! And you are going right back where you—"

"Nonononono!" Hinata protested, scrambling backwards and tripping over his own tail, landing on his rear. "Aw, don't send me back yet! You guys seem so fun! Is it cause I made this mess, look, I'll fix it!"

Hinata hopped up to his feet and clapped his hands one, two, three. Kenma's jaw dropped as all the bottles and jars flew back to their shelves, shards of glass melting back into whole containers, powders and tinctures all in their rightful order.

"Wow, he even got the labels in alphabetical order!" Lev marveled, peering at the nearest shelf.

"They weren't labeled before…" Kenma said weakly.

"Oh man, can we keep him just a little?" Lev asked, eyes bright with excitement. "Maybe he can fix your cauldrons I melted yesterday!"

"My what?!" Kenma demanded. Hinata was laughing so hard he was clutching his stomach, still shouting about how great they were.

An hour later, Kenma was back upstairs, pouring out his perfectly stirred thank you very much Perception into half-slug bottles and completely ignoring the ruckus that was going on in the basement. If at some point it stopped sounding like fun and more like screaming or flaying, Kenma might go check on Lev. Maybe.

"Is that thing still down there?" Kuroo asked, sticking his head in the room. "What even was it? Shouldn't you get rid of it before Nekomata finds out?"

"It's a Hinata," Kenma answered calmly, smugly pleased at Kuroo's confused expression. "And I think we might keep him. Just for a bit. He's…something."

"Oh ho ho," Kuroo grinned, leaning over Kenma. Excited shouting echoed up the stairs. "Going soft, are we? Lev summon a sex demon or something? Go on, you can tell me."

"The only person who ever makes a sex demon appear is you," Kenma retorted. "And he doesn't come through a portal from hell, he takes a bullet train from Miyagi."

Kenma flushed carnation red as soon as the words were out of his mouth, because he hadn't meant to say that, and Kuroo hooted with laughter and told him that's what he got for sampling his own potions.

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Iwaizumi Hajime / Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu
no tags
graphics&etc fill


When Iwaizumi steps into the little green shop nestled high up in the mountain, there’s something about the prickly bergamot and mint scented air that feels so familiar. He’s followed a long trail of unusual hybrids and regional strains to get here, and he’s not sure why he’s so wary of this hedge witch and his small smile and the way the rosemary leaves seem to follow him; or the way he pretends, very badly, not to eye Iwaizumi as he peers curiously through the shelves of dried herbs and teas.

“Can I help you?” Iwaizumi says gruffly after the longest five minute of being stared at in his life. It's getting late and he will need to trek down the mountain in the dusk.

“Oh, you already are,” the hedge witch winks at him from behind the counter.

Iwaizumi hates the way he flushes pink at the tip of his ears; manages to growl out, “Aren't you supposed to be the one asking me that.”

“I already know what you want.” Something flashes in the hedge witch’s eyes, cunning and quick, like sunlight mirrored across a cold lake, or a last sunset right before it dips below the tower. “You've lost something, haven't you. How clumsy of you.”

Iwaizumi ignores the teasing lilt of the voice and looks the hedge witch right in the eye instead, and he wonders if magic this green has always tasted the way this air tastes on his tongue.

“I have a tea for that,” the hedge witch finally says. “And it will fix that ache inside your chest, but it only works if you drink it here with me.”

Re: FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

[mother_herbivore]

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE UR RYOMA......

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[mother_herbivore]

tags: body horror (decapitation)
Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yusuke, yowapeda

stitches came out again :\

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[elucidatedlucy]

Tags: Death allusions, suicide/suicide ideation, violence, arm trauma, murder
Word count: 2500
Manami Sangaku/Onoda Sakamichi, essentially kara no kyoukai influenced, ghosts & alternate dead selves.


Onoda chased and Manami chose.

They didn't feel the impact, falling through concrete and fire alone.


---


"I stopped by the convenience store."

The light changed in Manami's apartment, when Onoda would visit. Blank white walls looked sunny under lamp-light. The moon hung further away in its soft blue. His jacket, hung next to theirs, and bags - some plastic. Others cloth. Weighed down in cartoonish charms and badges.

"Ooo," they answered.

Minuscule holes in a store bag, wrinkled and old. Even before how carefully he held the box inside. Manami could see through it.

"What did you buy?" They smiled. He did too. They didn't know why he lied. Making it mutual was a point of acceptance. "You can't eat out all the time, Sakamichi. That's no fun."

"It's not that!" he said, airy and overwhelming. Manami kept their hands firmly on their lap. "I thought I'd bring a treat to celebrate."

"What?" they asked - more genuine than they realized.

Chestnut candies. Soft breads. Agonizingly high quality, gently marked with strokes and signature. Toudou had something to do with this. Onoda wasn't the type to buy gourmet. He wouldn't have known the difference.

"It's been a year since you got out of the hospital." Walls shrunk in, burning their skin. He didn't look at them - couldn't, maybe. Just as well. They couldn't blink. Their stare hardly touched him. "I just thought ... it might be nice. Since I never got to celebrate with you then."

It felt like so much less time.

It felt like only yesterday that they had died.


---


"Have you seen Glasses?"

Manami glanced from their broken fingers, to Toudou, prim and unreadable before them. They looked back down and threaded metal back through a loose slot.

"No," they said. "Was Sakamichi late? That's unusual."

"So you haven't looked outside the office."

A joint came loose. Porcelain cracked between their nails.

"Hm?"

"Whenever you're done," Toudou said. "I do believe there's a job you'll be interested in tonight."

Onoda laid asleep on a couch. Wrapped up in a thousand more things than he should have ever touched. Manami could see the threads - the lines, so easy to cut, that he always managed to tie back together. They didn't know how.

"He seems to have made another friend," Toudou said. Filing through paperwork and runes they couldn't read. "If you'll handle this, I'll even fix your hand for you! No need to thank me ahead of time, though I'm sure you'd love to."

Manami laid down their arm before Toudou had a chance to finish speaking.

"Could you give it a little more flexibility this time? It keeps cracking down through the wrist joint."


---


Flowers laid in a mess on the bed.

Not their bed.

Manami wasn't sure whose anymore.

Eyes open and burning with a sparkling void, faces of doctors filled with lines to cut, Manami wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Far off, they could still feel a sleepless goodbye.

Hair clung to their shoulders. No one let them have scissors after the pillow.


---


What drew Onoda to such places, Manami didn't know.

For someone so alive, they found him lingering around death far more often than necessary. But they'd learned it was useless to run from such things, and accepted it, walking past quiet monuments and memories. No matter who he had met, they respected that much. Onoda didn't seem bothered that the only shadow left of Manami was them. He smiled when they wore their old jacket.

Flowers had frozen solid. They whistled at the gates to the apartment complex - mold and concrete and ice mixing together as a powerful shield.

"You've done quite a nice job!" they called out. Manami walked through halls and frames. Stairs led to more stairs, climbing till teeth cut along their grin. "I really appreciate your hard work!"

Open air greeted them with wind - enough to blink away, turning to face knives driven into the wall.

"Oh?" they said.

Dolls rose up.

"...Oh," they sighed. "You were doing so well before."

More came. Blades could slice through skin and hair, but it wasn't terrible, if they could avoid slicing up the jacket. Onoda would wake up once they were done here. It was unlikely they'd have time to sew it up before he insisted upon seeing them.

Floor came up like spines and they jumped to the banister, giddily balancing from heel to toe. "That's more interesting! I love what you've done with the place. I wish I could -"

Metal screeched to interrupt and throw them off. Manami reached out - and remembered their arm, sitting on Toudou's desk, feeling it twitch through what little magical connection remained. They should have counted steps, they thought, blinking at the long flight down.


---


"Th-thank you for helping me."

Manami wasn't reserved. They simply knew what they had to be.

Sangaku, though -

"It's alright! There's no need to thank me." A wide grin. Coming out in open air, taking twice the air for every breath, unfamiliar with starch and iodine. "So, did you take my advice?"

"What? Oh! Yes, I mean, I-"

"We should go out somewhere!"

So overwhelming that it was impossible to say no.

Manami observed from a distance, someone else's hand holding onto Onoda's. The two of them seemed a good match - Sakamichi. Sangaku. They liked that.

Though Sangaku feigned concern and know-how, surviving and health, it was Manami who handled putting that into action. So it felt strange when Onoda insisted on the jacket -

"You always wait for me in the cold like that," he said. "I don't want you to get sick."

Sangaku had said - "I won't get sick!" Sangaku had laughed.

Manami was grateful for that much.

No matter how much jealousy twisted up like knives.


---


Glass fell like light, glistening through closed lids. Manami couldn't sleep forever.

Shaking loose someone else's memories.

"Are you alright?"

A train thrummed beneath. Maybe if they cut off that leg - Manami brushed away the thought. It wasn't theirs to remove. They'd deal with it. Even if it meant trains over bikes.

"Yeah," they murmured. "Sakamichi."

"That's good ..."

He yawned. Their hand twitched and they kept their eyes closed. It would be easier if they didn't have to see those lines. Manami wasn't as good with him as Sangaku had been. They weren't so good at conversation.

"Will you wake up soon?" they asked.

"Maybe," he mumbled. It was tension, tightening on the ghost of an arm, that told them he was holding on. "It seems really lonely ... but it promised it would just be for a bit."

Nails like knives, they could cut it apart in an instant, if they let go. Manami forced themself to breathe. Reminded themself it was a dream.

"Some people don't keep their promises." The words were acid on their tongue.

Glasses cut through their jacket. Warmth, that far away, through ice and leather and death.

"But you try," he said.


---


They woke up.

Ghosts screamed in their ears. The cold wasn't new. Hospitals were always that way. Down the halls, through victims and unlocked doors, coming closer every day.

Every line demanding something from them, tightening around their skin.

"So here you were."

Their gaze swiveled.

A pristine face. A boundary risen around someone with a headband so gaudy - they broke into hoarse giggling.

"It appears your family has been hiding your presence here for quite some time." A voice to brush off their shaking, a hand to wave away any concept or ridicule or danger. "Though such a thing would never be a problem for one such as I."

"Mhm," they said - more unused to their voice than they realized. "Did you know it's after visiting hours?"

"Now, now, investigations do have the right to trump such silly rules sometimes. Especially when my client's troubles happen to be endangering a hospital!"

A client.

Manami - couldn't have ever met them. Laying in a hospital bed, with growing hair and ghosts to live in.

"My name is Toudou Jinpachi. One Onoda Sakamichi has been quite concerned about your whereabouts. Thankfully, it was in my best interests to search for the heir of such a deadly family."


---


Manami woke up.

"It's fortunate you left your arm with me."

Manami - tried to move their head. There was a body of some sort there. Attached to them. All that moved were distant fingers, scratching along a desk.

"It would have been completely shattered in the fall," Toudou said, never crouching, never proffering a hand. Manami preferred that. "You do realize how rare the enchantments for those are, correct?"

They managed a hum.

"If I have to build one from scratch, I'll be taking one of your eyes."

A slight nod, that time. They would have preferred that. Less lines - and they never quite enjoyed having another person's blood mixing alongside theirs, thin as it was.

"I presume you have not handled your ghost?"

A shake, now. Needles were stabbing up into their feet. The complex was so much smaller now. Whoever she was, it was an impressive show, even if some aspects were a little less than inspired.

"Hmph." Toudou spun in moonlight. "It isn't here any longer. I doubt you'll have much longer. It has been another two days."

That made Manami's blood run cold.

"But perhaps you have a better idea of where it remains, now?"

Familiar ice.

"Yeah," they said. "It'll be finished tonight."


---


"This apparition appears to be attracted to you." Toudou stared through documents, and notes, their vague recollections and messy hand-writing. Their fingers still didn't move well. "The scent of death is strong in this room. It believes it is returning home. That's common within hospitals, but not to this extent."

Sickeningly familiar.

Manami said, "I thought so."

"Hm?"

"That happened before," they said. Not to them. That wasn't them. Whoever it was, they weren't there anymore. "Someone else handled it for me."

"I see," Toudou muttered.

They'd been asleep for 20 months.

It was a little funny. If Sangaku was there, they'd have laughed.

Manami, for who they were - and weren't - huffed an attempt.

"It will have to be you," Toudou concluded.

They stared straight ahead. The lines made a little more sense now.

"Yeah," they said. "I was planning on it."


---


Getting into hospitals after-hours was more difficult than Toudou had made it seem, over a year ago. Manami was not so inconspicuous, armed with a knife to a single limb. But they knew well what a perfect place to sleep a hospital made.

So they kept their eyes open, and broke into a neighboring office building.

It was easier to keep track of people like that. The mind was a greater window when someone was that desperate to see more of the world. Embracing that made an old ache come back, settling heavy in their ribs.

But they could feel the bruise of Onoda's glasses.

There were left-overs and foods to make.

There was something to look forward to, so Manami kept forward, and used what they had.

"He'd prefer to stay like this."

Manami hummed. "I couldn't really say."

"It's better. Better than living around such death. Around such murderers."

They laughed. "That's true!"

"Then why do you insist on pushing me?"

They stopped, door to the roof, and pushed it open. Winds cut through to frame them, and Manami stared straight at the hospital - through curtains, one window, to a sleeping form.

"Because I don't care," Manami said.

"You don't care for his safety?" A voice echoing. "I could simply let him sleep forever. Just like those he insisted on investigating."

"Of course I care!" It was only a slight spark of insult, but more than they normally felt. Manami smiled at the feeling. "But I'm just too selfish otherwise."


---


Sangaku let the two of them be free.

Manami was enough of a person, when they'd share blood and blades like the breeze. Family, absolutes, and the nature they could never circumvent. It was alright.

As long as he didn't see.

"Manami?"

Sangaku smiled, even when he could see. Scarlet trickled down through stones, ruby river to Onoda's feet. His face - confused and beautiful and the most dangerous thing in the world.

Anyone who saw had to die.

The one who ran -

It took Manami years to admit it was them.


---


Toudou gave them a knife.

But they didn't need that for much.

"Hospitals aren't really for our kind, don't you think?" they asked, waving fingers and hair. The breeze burned and Sangaku would have loved it.

The apparition didn't speak, a fog of darkness, hiding its lines deep within.

"Well," Manami said. "Whenever you're ready!" Fingers winding up through their hair. Raking the knife through, uneven strands falling against their ears. The wind carried away what it could, and their hands fell empty.

It charged.

Their fingers didn't just break.

Their left hand warped in on itself, as they pushed back, skin crawling up and away, muscle splitting and - they grinned. Bone could cut. Anything could cut. Manami twined its threads around their splintering bone, and pulled.

Darkness ripped itself to nothing. Manami fell to the ground. It was hard to breathe.

But they were alive.

Letting their eyes close -


---


They wouldn't run again.

Manami could recognize the ghosts. They had the same faces as the dead attached to those flowers - the newspapers Onoda had been gathering for weeks. They could see so much, but never acted soon enough.

But maybe he'd forgive them.

Or maybe that was why he liked them.

Manami couldn't tell.

It was one line to cut to nothing. Their fixed arm cracking again. And ghosts fleeing as though they remembered who they were.

"Taking everything from others," a quiet hiss on the horizon. "What right do you have?"

"Was it yours to begin with?"

It didn't answer that.

Manami pulled out their phone. There was already a text.

Sorry about sleeping so long! Buzzing in their hand in the next moment. I hope those treats haven't gone bad since ...

we ll have them tonight ^^

They turned it off.

Its words didn't bother them too much. Manami knew they weren't taking much from anyone at all.


---


"I was so scared."

Laying on Manami's floor, stretched out to avoid the heat. They didn't bother to mention how cold they were.

"Of what?" they asked. Of me, they thought.

"That you'd die."

"I did," they thought aloud.

He stared at that. They couldn't move. Frozen in unfamiliar fear. He reached out. Across the floor, till his knuckles brushed their cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

He couldn't have believed them.

"It's okay," they said.

Sometimes, when they put on his glasses as a joke, it felt like some of the lines around died away. Looking through those lenses - it meant his eyes were always clear. Terrifying and safe to meet.

Onoda didn't ask why they stepped in front of the car. Maybe he could figure it out. As much as they could.

"I started working for Toudou to pay off that debt, haha ..."

He'd gotten better at investigating, after all. If not any better at lying.

Sangaku would have liked this. Manami closed their eyes to his warmth. Maybe it was enough that they'd given the chance to run.

"I'm glad you're still here," Onoda said.

They mumbled. "I am too."

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[kazuyaloveseijun]

Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no A
sexual content (non-explicit), love potion (but with a twist)
words: 891

Kazuya turns the bottle over in his hand, his stomach churning with indecision. He reads the ingredients list but there’s things he doesn’t recognize. This could be dangerous; that and the moral implications keep his hand from twisting the cap off the small bottle. He regrets picking it up at all now, it was an unusually impulsive moment as he walked passed two girls being lectured by a teacher, palming the confiscated good in question left on the desk on his way out of the room.

The bottle is bright pink with little purple hearts and kiss marks around it, Love Potion written in curvy letters. Place one drop into your intended love’s food or drink and make sure they look at you after for best results, it says. It doesn’t say what more than one drop will do, or even what one will do, or how long it will last and Kazuya is very curious. Curious enough to try it out on his “intended love” though? Not quite…

If there was some sort of side effect he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt, being the cause of pain to both a pitcher and someone he has feelings for is a risk he’s not willing to take. And then there’s the moral aspect of his conundrum…Love Potions aren’t exactly the best way to enter a relationship…

He’s running out of time to decide, looking at the clock. There will be more chances but he’s driving himself mad with indecision. He should either use it or pour it out before he loses his mind over this.

He opens one of the water bottles next to him on the floor, his heart pounding, and adds a drop from the pink bottle before tucking the bottle into his pocket. He closes the water bottle, shaking it up and examining it for signs of change when there’s a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he clears his throat, trying to grin normally as the door opens.

“Excuse the intrusion,” Furuya intones neutrally, slipping his shoes off but hovering near the door. “What did you want to see me about Miyuki-senpai?”

“Ah, it’s just been a while since I got a good look at your nails,” Kazuya lies. “Are you taking good care of them?”

“Yes, senpai,” Furuya says, his chest puffing out slightly.

“Good, good,” Kazuya says, his brain still floundering. “Come here and let me look anyway.” He gestures to the floor across from him and Furuya sits obediently.

“Do you want something to drink first? Hydration is important,” he shakes the water at him, smiling and Furuya takes it with thanks.

They both drink, Kazuya draining a quarter of his water with his eyes closed. He sits there a moment, trying to see if he feels any different but he doesn’t.

“Miyuki-senpai?” Furuya asks. “Are you alright?”

Kazuya nods, opening his eyes slowly and focusing on Furuya. Warmth immediately blooms in his stomach, an amplified reaction of his usual feeling around his crush. He knows he’s been staring too long now but he can’t seem to look away from Furuya’s face, which he usually feels but with much better self-control. He forces his eyes closed again, trying to get his bearings. He can deal with this, if this is all it is.

“Miyuki-senpai,” Furuya repeats, his tone worried and his voice closer.
Kazuya can smell him more acutely so he inhales through his mouth, turning into a gasp when he feels Furuya’s hand touch his forehead. His eyes fly open, his world a sudden haze of blue eyes at Furuya’s proximity.

“Do you feel sick, senpai? You look like you might have a fever.”

Kazuya watches his lips form the words, tugged downward at the corners, need growing inside of him.

“I feel…hot,” he says, licking his lips.

“Maybe you should lie down, senpai,” Furuya stands. Kazuya reaches his arms out for more contact and Furuya reaches down, he must think Kazuya needs help standing but once he’s up Kazuya wraps his arms around Furuya, nuzzling his face against his chest and breathing him in. He smells so good Kazuya can’t get enough.

“Ah…senpai?” He can feel Furuya’s heartbeat against his chest going wild as he wraps his arms tentatively around Kazuya, patting him on the back awkwardly. “If you don’t feel well I can take care of you. I’ll get you anything you need.”

“Furuya,” Kazuya breaths helplessly against his chest, clinging tighter. “All I need is you.”

“…What?”

Kazuya pushes him toward the bed, Furuya not really resisting as he falls over onto it, allowing Kazuya to scramble on top of him.

“I need you,” Kazuya babbles, taking Furuya’s hands and putting them on his waist. “I need you to touch me, Furuya.”

“Miyu –” Kazuya cuts him off with a kiss, pressing himself closer, sliding his ass over Furuya’s crotch. He puts his hand on Furuya’s chest, feeling his heartbeat as their lips move together experimentally. The grip on his waist tightening but he doesn’t push Kazuya away.

“I like you so much, Furuya,” Kazuya says against his lips. “Please, let me show you.”

“I like you too Miyuki-senpai,” Furuya says, lips wet and begging to be kissed more and Kazuya smiles against them. All he needed to make his dream come true was a little liquid courage.

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

[nyatsuuuu]

Omggg this is so sweet, Thank you for doing a Shokugeki fill AHHHH I love these two

Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[parasolghost]

eye emoji x1000 i really love this?? merman oikawa is so terrifying yet charming and i really love how iwaizumi isn't scared at all. iwachan is hunky tho :')

Re: FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, M

[parasolghost]

this fill is so wonderful??? i dont know a whole lot about overwatch but this is rly making me want to check it out a little more

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[parasolghost]

Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no Ace
tags: death mention cuz one of thems a ghost, ghost au
words:2070
i actually dont know the ghost rules in this au but hey

All households had pests. Some pests were worse than others. Kuramochi’s encountered cockroaches and rats in his time, the occasional fruit fly infestation, and spiders (God, he hated spiders). Those were all pretty average. He knew a guy who had raccoons eating his trash, another guy with a moth problem—hell, one of his friends found a fucking viper in his house. Pests were fucking weird.

But out of all of these household pests, Kuramochi just had to get a ghost.
Kuramochi swore he wasn’t crazy. How else would he explain how everything in his house would move places when he turned for a second or that weird laughter he’d hear whenever he tripped over an object that suspiciously was in his room before. It wasn’t like the ghost did anything particularly harmful. He just liked moving stuff and messing with Kuramochi’s cat, so at the very least, Kuramochi knew he wasn’t malicious. However, other than that Kuramochi has never seen the ghost other than this weird wisp of fog he’d see out of the corner of his eye.

Honestly, the only thing he knew about this ghost was that it was an asshole.

“Maybe it’s a poltergeist?” Ryousuke suggested calmly as he sat at Kuramochi’s dining table, sipping slowly on his tea. He was the only one who believed Kuramochi when Kuramochi told him that his apartment was haunted. Kuramochi liked to think that it was because Ryousuke trusted him, but honestly it was probably because Ryousuke was always kind of weird. When Kuramochi invited Ryousuke over for the first time since discovering he was haunted, Ryousuke paused at the doorway, looked around the living room with a curious expression and then said, “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely haunted.”

“Aren’t poltergeists malicious only?” Kuramochi asked.

Ryousuke shrugged. “I thought they just liked playing pranks on people.”

“What kind of asshole ghost just finds pleasure in pranking people?’ Kuramochi grumbled leaning against the kitchen counter. As if on cue, the cabinet behind Kuramochi swung open and decked him in the head. Kuramochi hissed in his pain, doubling over and clutching his head.

“I don’t know. I can kind of see the appeal,” Ryousuke said with a laugh.

“Ryo-san,” Kuramochi grumbled. “You’re supposed to be helping.”

“If it annoys you so much, why don’t you just try contacting it?” Ryousuke suggested. “You know, tarot cards? Ouija boards?”

The mere thought of actually trying to contact his ghost sent a cold shiver down Kuramochi’s spine. It wasn’t that Kuramochi was a coward by any means or anything. He was a past delinquent after all, and got into more fights with people much bigger and stronger than him in his youth than he can count. But who knew what this ghost even looked like. Kuramochi couldn’t see it. He couldn’t touch it. You can’t punch a ghost.

“Out of the question,” Kuramochi said.

Ryousuke shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Kuramochi. You obviously can’t kick out your ghost. Maybe you should just move.”

“I can’t move. It took me forever to find this shitty apartment—I have a job!” Kuramochi argued.

“You sure do,” Ryousuke said, taking a long sip of his tea.

Kuramochi sat on the kitchen floor, staring up at the ceiling, hard in thought. This ghost was really starting to piss him off and Ryousuke was right—he didn’t really have many options. Kuramochi let out a world-weary sigh, closing his eyes. “God dammit,” he swore under his breath.

The cupboard swung open and an almost-empty box of tea toppled over the edge, hitting Kuramochi square in the nose.

--

Kuramochi was sure there was supposed to be some sort ritualistic etiquette to all this supernatural shit. It was kind of like when you can only do the Bloody Mary thing at 3AM in a bathroom with no one else around. So when he bought a ouija board, he figured it’d be a good idea to wait until night time. He even had mood candles and everything. It would be fine. It was just some weird asshole ghost.

Although, now that Kuramochi was all set up, he was starting to have second thoughts.
Again. He wasn’t scared. Just to make that clear.

He was just… apprehensive. Yeah, that’s the world.

Kuramochi was never one to turn back once he started something. Besides, his curiosity was growing stronger than his fea—apprehension—by the second.
Kuramochi took a deep breath, placing his hands on the board. As if on cue, the candles seemed to flicker simultaneously and the temperature of the room began to drop to chilling levels. Kuramochi was shivering as his spoke, his voice shaky no matter how hard he tried to keep it stable.

“Ghost in my apartment,” Kuramochi began, feeling a little silly with his eyes closed. “Are you with me right now?”

Suddenly, Kuramochi felt his hands run cold and heavy as something overlapped them and pulled his hand slowly across the board. Kuramochi only held his eyes shut for longer, not wanting to risk seeing something extremely terrifying. His hands suddenly stopped moving and the cold weight on top of them was lifted. Kuramochi pried one eye open cautiously, and then the other, before looking down at the board.

No.

Kuramochi’s anxious expression dropped to a deadpan as he stared at the board for another moment. “Wow, you’re just an asshole sorta ghost aren’t you?”

“Haha, yeah a little.”

Kuramochi yelped, practically leaping to the left away from the voice that suddenly appeared right by his ear. His eyes grew wide as he saw what looked like a young man floating a few feet off the ground, clutching his stomach and besides himself with laughter as he watched Kuramochi topple onto his ass.

“Oh, man, if I knew you were going to look that ridiculous when you got scared, I would have done this so much earlier,” the ghost said as it started to calm down, his grin wide and cocky.

Honestly, if Kuramochi didn’t know this guy was a ghost, he probably would have mistaken him for a living human being. He didn’t look that much older than Kuramochi’s age, with his shaggy brown hair and eyes that seemed to shine with mischevious delight. Other than the fact that he was slightly translucent whenever the candlelight flickered and the whole floating thing, he looked like a total normal guy.

Yeah… Just a normal, admittedly kind of attractive—

Uh, scratch that last thought.

“Uh,” Kuramochi finally said, unsure of what else to say.

“Hi,” the ghost said with a cheeky grin and a tiny wave. “What? Am I more handsome than you imagined?”

Yeah.

“Wh—n-no!” Kuramochi spluttered. “Are you dead?”

The ghost frowned, plopping itself on the ground with its legs crossed so he was sitting in front of Kuramochi. He leaned an elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm in that kind of “cool-guy slouch” that handsome guys did.

“You know, most people start with an introduction before getting to the personal stuff,” the ghost said with a smirk. He was quiet for a long moment before Kuramochi realized that the ghost was waiting for him.

“Oh, uh,” Kuramochi stammered, as if obedient to the ghost’s will. “I’m Kur—“

“Kuramochi Youichi—professional baseball player, perpetually single, swings both ways literally and metaphorically,” the ghost smirked. “I know who you are.”

Kuramochi frowned. God, this ghost was really starting to piss him off. At least he wasn’t scared anymore, though. “Alright, fine,” Kuramochi said. “Creepy, but whatever. Who are you?”

“Miyuki Kazuya,” he answered. “Resident ghost of apartment 42. It’s nice to finally meet you—or, I guess it’s you who’s meeting me for the first time.”
Kuramochi squinted at Miyuki for a long time, watching the way his skin glowed, wondering if it were a trick of the light.

“It’s rude to glare at people, you know,” Miyuki said with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”

“I’m not glaring,” Kuramochi said. “I’m just… You’re not... Ryo-san isn’t messing with me is he? Like this isn’t him getting back at me for stealing his juice box last week?”

“’Fraid not, Kuramochi. I understand your concern, though. Your psychic friend gives me the chills—and I’m a ghost.”

Psychic friend? Dammit, Kuramochi knew there was something weird about Ryousuke. Kuramochi pushed that thought out of his head for another time.

“Okay,” Kuramochi began cautiously. Although Miyuki seemed benign enough, he was kind of scared of what ghost powers he might be hiding. “Now that we’ve got introductions out of the way… Listen, don’t take this the wrong way or anything bu—“

“I’m not moving out,” Miyuki said, his cocky expression dropping almost immediately.

Kuramochi furrowed his brows. “Look—“

Miyuki held up his hand and Kuramochi’s mouth slammed shut on command. “Sorry, let me rephrase that—I can’t move out unless you do, too. See, I kind of have ownership over you now.”

Kuramochi stared at Miyuki as the ghost’s words rolled around in his head, not connecting very clearly. “What?”

“Yeah, I know this is kind of awkward, since we just met and all,” Miyuki said. “But you have an extraordinary amount of magical power, y’know?”

“I don’t,” Kuramochi said.

“Well, you do—why do you think that psychic hangs around you so much? Anyway, you just moved in and, well, lucky for you, I decided to nab you right before any other spirit could feed off your energy,” Miyuki answered with a wide grin, as if this was perfectly logical. “Honestly, you should be thankful—can you imagine if some malicious spirit claimed you and misfortune followed you wherever you went?”

“Then what the hell have you been doing—knocking over my stuff and shit?” Kuramochi growled.

“Having a good time,” Miyuki said. Kuramochi made a swipe for him and the ghost just ducked with a laugh. “No, but seriously, I need you for a little plan I have and, in exchange, I’ll stop pranking you and protect you from other spirits. How does that sound?”

“I didn’t sign up to be used by a ghost!” Kuramochi argued stubbornly. “Hell no!”
The wide smirk on Miyuki’s face suddenly pressed into thin lips and his mischevious eyes suddenly became cold. The candles all seemed to dim at once and a cold wind swept through the apartment. All of the fear that Kuramochi felt suddenly came back all at once.

“I was afraid you were going to say that,” Miyuki said, his voice losing its jovial tone. “Kuramochi, you honestly don’t have that much of a choice. I’m kind of desperate here and I need you. Haven’t you ever been desperate before?”
Kuramochi couldn’t bring himself to answer as he just stared at Miyuki with wide eyes, all words lost in his throat.

Miyuki’s wide grin returned and the room grew warm again.

“Listen, you just want me to stop messing with your stuff, right? If you let me hang around, then I’ll stop throwing your stuff around and messing with your cat. Sound like a fair deal?”

Kuramochi tore his eyes away from Miyuki, regaining his breath and weighing the pros and cons. If Miyuki kept his promise, then he supposed living with Miyuki wasn’t a bad idea. Besides, now Kuramochi had a lot more questions than he had answers and he had a feeling he’d only get that fixed if he let Miyuki stick around. For now.

Kuramochi let out a relenting sigh. “Fine. No playing with my shit.”

“Promise.”

“Or messing with my cat,” Kuramochi added.

Miyuki made an X-motion over his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Alright,” Kuramochi said. “It’s a deal.”

Miyuki’s grin grew wide and that mischevious sparkle returned to his eye. “A sound choice,” he said. “Y’know, Kuramochi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful roommateship.”

Kuramochi scrunched up his nose. “Those words sound fake coming from you,” he said.

“For someone who has a pretty face, it’s a waste that you’re such an asshole.”

The words had spilled out of Kuramochi’s mouth before he could stop himself and he could feel his cheeks growing warm as Miyuki’s grin grew even wider, stretching from ear to ear as he leaned forward with keen interest. Kuramochi looked away, hoping that Miyuki couldn’t make out his red cheeks in the dim lighting.

“What was that about my face?”

“Shut up.”

FILL: Team Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun, G

[limesicle]

Nanase Haruka/Yamazaki Sousuke, Free

no tags



Bride of the water god AU, and guess who the water god is lmao

Re: FILL: Team sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi RATING: G

[harklights]

!!!! i don't know this au but just from the art i am also screaming

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[harklights]

i'm. just the imagery of the bouncing shark was amazing.... this was hilarious

Re: FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[harklights]

!!! the mood and descriptions in here were fantastic right from the start, it has this awesome ethereal/timelessness to it that feeds into the setting and lore (which sounds very interesting!!) just... awesome job here

i hope those two don't have to go through that again though. oof. poor teshima

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; Haikyuu!!
mentions of animal abuse; dragon au
word count: 1002

It's exactly three months and two weeks until the dragon racing championships, and Kyoutani Kentarou is standing outside Yahaba's door.

He isn't knocking or anything—he's just standing there, and Yahaba is frozen in place behind the front counter of his dragon rescue centre, because he doesn't really know what to do, and he sure as hell doesn't want to get the door for Kyoutani.

There's a good hour before they open anyway, Yahaba thinks with irritation. Kyoutani would know that, considering the opening hours are right there on the door that he's been standing in front of for way too long.

Yahaba hears Kyoutani clear his throat, and then knock. "Um. Yahaba?"

Without moving from behind the counter, Yahaba replies, "What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Well. We're definitely talking right now."

"Yahaba—" Kyoutani growls out with frustration. "Why are you such a dick?"

"Watch your language, you—" Yahaba cuts himself off, and thinks that he can hear Kyoutani snickering.

Yababa walks over to the door, unlocking and opening it. He immediately regrets it.

Kyoutani has gotten more attractive in the years that they've been apart. It's one thing knowing it from seeing him on the TV and in articles. It's a completely different thing in person.

"You're good with dragons," Kyoutani says softly, like he's complimenting Yahaba on a deep, personal level.

He kind of is.

"You're better," Yahaba dismissed, without any of his old resentment. After all, it's one of the reasons why Kyoutani is the second fastest dragon racer in the country, while Yahaba doesn't race at all.

"I don't trust just anyone's opinions on dragons," Kyoutani says. "I think that mine might be upset. I want to see if you get the same impression that I do as to why. Can you come and see her?"

Yahaba frowns. "You want a second opinion, is that it? You couldn't get that from anyone else?"

Kyoutani looks away. "I wanted to ask you."

Yahaba feels his face heat, but he refuses to be swayed. "I have work to do, Kyoutani. I can't just drop everything because you need to see if I think the same thing you do."

"I'll wait, then," Kyoutani replies. "When are you free?"

Yahaba sighs heavily. "I finish at five."

"It's not even seven-thirty yet," Kyoutani points out.

"I know that, Kyoutani. And I finish at five. You can come back then."

"Yahaba," Kyoutani scowls. "I just told you. My dragon is—"

"Sad?" Yahaba finishes, raising an eyebrow. "I have sad dragons here to tend to as well, Kyoutani. Dragons that have been neglected, or abused. Maybe yours is bored of all the fancy toys you've bought her and wants something new. If it's the race you're worried about, why don't you just go out and get a new dragon—"

Kyoutani punches him in the face, just as Watari walks through the front door. The three of them stand frozen where they are for a moment, before Watari clears his throat.

"Well, that's a sight I haven't seen for a while. Long time no see, Kyoutani."

"Hey Watari," Kyoutani replies, not taking his eyes off Yahaba. He walks closer, grabbing a tissue from the box on the counter, and holds it to Yahaba's split lip. "I'm sorry for punching you but if you imply that I don't care about my dragon, I swear, I will punch you again."

"Yahaba knows that you care," Watari says incredulously. "Of course he does. Whenever you race, he always makes a point of mentioning how you're still riding Yuki. She's the one you hatched when we were all back at the dragon academy, right? She liked—"

"Watari," Yahaba interrupts, gently pushing Kyoutani away. "Shut up."

"You knew," Kyoutani frowns at Yahaba. "Then why?"

"I know why you're here," Yahaba sighs, licking absently at the blood on his lip. "I know why it had to be me. She's sad because she misses him. She misses Ren. That's why you came here."

Kyoutani sighs and takes a step back, giving Yahaba more space. Ren is Yahaba's dragon, who hatched at the same time as Yuki.

"He misses her too," Yahaba says quietly.

"I'm going to start setting up," Watari decides. "And as assistant manager here, I'm going to go ahead and give you the rest of the day off, okay?"

Yahaba nods, knowing better than to argue. Kyoutani waits until Watari is gone, then steps closer to Yahaba again. He headbutts Yahaba gently, then leaves their foreheads resting against each other.

"It's been three whole years, you asshole."

"You were too busy for me, with your racing."

"You don't get to decide that for us," Kyoutani tells him firmly. He sighs, his nose skimming across Yahaba's cheek as he turns his face to the side. "I kind of get why you didn't want to see me, after you didn't get picked for the team. But Yuki didn't get why she couldn't see Ren. She—I think she—"

"Our dragons are in love with each other," Yahaba says, admitting what he's always known.

"They reflect their riders," Kyoutani quotes, from every single lesson they've ever had on dragon behaviour.

"I don't race," Yahaba reminds him.

"You used to," Kyoutani tells him, lips brushing against the shell of Yahaba's ear. "You're still his rider. I still—"

"Okay," Yahaba says quickly, bending to rest his forehead on Kyoutani's shoulder. "Me too. I'm sorry. I let our dragons suffer just because I couldn't handle not being good enough."

"Yahaba," Kyoutani sighs, taking him by the arm.

Turning around, Yahaba kisses Kyoutani properly, so he doesn't have to hear the, you're good enough as you are, that he still remembers from years ago.

"And," Yahaba sighs against Kyoutani's lips. "I have to apologise to you, too. I'm sorry I saw your success as my failure."

"I shouldn't have let you," Kyoutani replies. "I'm not going to, from now on. I promise."

With a small smile, Yahaba takes Kyoutani's hand. "Come on. Let's take Ren to see Yuki."

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[sotongsotong]

Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi, Haikyuu!
no tags, kabedon, rule 63
510 words, Final Fantasy X-2 AU so kinda Yuna!Suga, Rikku!Oikawa, Paine!Iwaizumi


Koushi fishes out the dressphere that’s hidden behind an ore boulder towering on one of Besaid’s shores.

Its crystal surface feels warm in her hands, and there’s a swirl of lavender voltage within, belying a dormant power despite its beautiful glow. She pockets it happily, head already whirring with possibilities on how to best apply the dressphere to her Garment Grid once she figures out its Class, when she hears someone calling for her; Koushi turns around, and sees Oikawa sliding down a sandy cliff pass, feet landing neatly beside the other end of the boulder.

“Yaho~!” Oikawa chirps, flashes her trademark peace sign as she straightens up. Her brown hair, piled in haphazard braids and tufts, is blown askew by the sea breeze, and Koushi’s surprised that her girlfriend is not bothered by its mess for once. Oikawa’s usually a stickler about her appearance, and no matter how rough their jobs as travelling scavengers can get, she’s the one who miraculously still looks put together at the end of the day. The girl grins, skipping forward to place her hands atop Koushi’s shoulder, which so happens to be her favourite spot of Koushi’s body to lean her chin on. “Found something nice, Suga-chan?”

“I hope so,” Koushi hums. She takes the dressphere out of her backpocket and holds it up to the sky, heart bubbling with fondness as she watches Oikawa’s eyes widen in fascination.

“It’s so pretty,” her girlfriend says, breathily.

But not anymore prettier than you, a voice at the back of Koushi’s mind blurts, and Koushi bites her tongue at her own cheesiness. Hastily, she asks, “What Class do you think its memory holds?”

Oikawa scrunches her nose, features screwed up in concentration as if it’ll reveal its secret if she squints at it hard enough. “Dark Mage,” she announces finally.

Koushi blinks. “Why so?’

“Because when you Dress Change to a Dark Mage, Suga-chan will become all the more bewitching,” comes the gleeful answer.

She promptly jabs Oikawa’s waist, ignores her squeak, and crowds her until Oikawa’s back thumps against the boulder. Koushi smiles her sweetest, most dangerous, right then; she hooks a finger into the valley-end of Oikawa’s crop top collar and lets it touch her cleavage.

It remains there. Steady. Menacing.

“You were saying…?”

In reply, Oikawa slides a smooth thigh into the gap between Koushi’s legs, grinds it, slowly, against Koushi’s crotch. Brown eyes flash with challenge, and Oikawa’s voice is smug when she shoots back, “Never knew you had hearing problems, Suga-chan~”

“Oi.”

They jump apart, only to slump in relief when they realise it’s just Iwaizumi who interrupted them.

“Iwa-chan, you scared me!” Oikawa folds her arms and pouts. “I thought you were a Barrelwyrm, but it turns out you’re just being a cockblocker!”

Iwaizumi rears back, instantly annoyed. “Haaa—? You two were the ones who let your guards down in the first place!”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa launch into their usual bickering, and Koushi simply rolls her eyes at their antics.

(The dressphere in her grasp shines calmly on.)

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; Haikyuu!!
no tags; magical university au
word count: 443

The first time they meet, Hanamaki is waiting on an incredibly late experiment participant and Matsukawa is lost.

"Are you Kindaichi?" Hanamaki asks—or he means to, but he hasn't had enough sleep or coffee this week, and it comes out kind of snappy instead.

"No? I'm Matsukawa. And I'm probably a bit glad that I'm not Kindaichi." Matsukawa flashes Hanamaki a quick grin, like he's imagining the kind of horrors Hanamaki has spent the last twenty five minutes wishing on Kindaichi, whoever he is. "I was actually just looking for Oikawa."

"Oh, plant magic. You want the next floor up. This one's reserved for sorry suckers like me, who were silly enough to design experiments that need people to actually participate in them."

"Ouch," Matsukawa winces, leaning against the door frame. "Honours?"

"Yeah." Hanamaki gestures to the set up in his experiment room. "I'm studying time magic. I want to see what kind of things affect the way time interacts with people."

"Funny," Matsukawa grins. "You're doing an experiment on time magic and your participant is late."

"Funny to you," Hanamaki grumbles. "We're meant to be using first years for our experiments in exchange for a few participation marks, but clearly that's not enough of an incentive for people like Kindaichi Yuutarou."

"That's an amazing amount of venom for someone you've never met. I bet he actually felt that, wherever he is." Matsukawa snickers. "You know, I study hexes for fun. I could—"

"Nerd," Hanamaki teases. "Though I guess that's not such a surprise, if you're friends with Oikawa."

"I can't believe I'm being called a nerd by someone doing research into temporal magic"

"You used the technical term," Hanamaki says delightedly. "You are a nerd."

"I was going to offer to hex this Kindaichi kid into… I don't know. Growing shallots instead of hair, or something. But if you need data for your research, I have a better idea."

"Oh?"

Matsukawa nods. "Do me."

"Excellent idea," Hanamaki declares, pointing his pen at Matsukawa for emphasis. "How is that going to help my research, though?"

Laughing, Matsukawa folds his arms across his chest. "I meant, let me participate in your experiment."

"But I was smooth, right?"

"Sure," Matsukawa agrees easily. "I'll write my number on my consent form."

"My phone's probably more efficient," Hanamaki says, handing it over. "You know me. I'm all about the time."

"You're cute," Matsukawa grins, and sounds like he genuinely means it.

Suddenly, Hanamaki is a lot less upset about the fact that Kindaichi, whoever he is, doesn't seem to be able to tell the time. He wonders if he can reward the guy with participation marks anyway.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; faerie au
word count: 460

The river courts are always tumultuous, like the flow of the water itself, and Ryouta loves it.

Maybe he's just the fact that he's lived inland for too long. Maybe it's the fact that in Akashi's court, his rule was absolute. No one in their right mind would challenge him and no one would succeed even if they did. Being one of Akashi's generals was fun for a while, but the novelty was quick to wear out.

Akashi's rule, Ryouta thinks to himself, is like iron. Firm, but perhaps ill-suited for Faerie courts, where it poisons everything around it. So Ryouta leaves, unsurprised when the others do the same. He's equally unsurprised by the fact that they all choose different directions to travel in.

So Ryouta ends up at the river, shifting skins to blend in with the rest of the river fae at a glance, until he wants to stand out. Each court is its own small, contained pocket of a bigger kingdom and Ryouta is curious to meet its ruler. It's so different to Akashi's kingdom that Ryouta can't even imagine what kind of person would hold power here.

He drops his glamour, watching in satisfaction as every head turns towards him. He might not be in his home kingdom any longer—and he no longer considers it his home anyway—but he is still easily recognisable, as one of Akashi's generals. It's enough to open up his path to meet the River King himself.

The name he gives is Kasamatsu, and his eyes are the same blue as the sea. He looks entirely unimpressed that he's in the presence of one of the most powerful knights in all of Faerie.

"Are you here to cause trouble?" he asks Ryouta directly. He isn't even dressed in the royal robes that Ryouta expects, but something light and practical. He carries himself with the ease of a knight and if Ryouta's attention was captured by the courts before, it belongs entirely to Kasamatsu now.

"I'm not," Ryouta tells Kasamatsu. "I like the chaos here. Things have more movement. I'm surprised that you can hold onto your throne."

"The people of my kingdom respect me. They respect each other."

"By overthrowing each other?" Ryouta laughs.

"Thy know to respect those who can rule better. It may look chaotic to you, but you're used to silence and stillness. There's a lot that you can learn from other places, but I'm thinking that this is why you left."

"Exactly," Ryouta replies. "And I think I'll enjoy staying here. If you'll have me."

Kasamatsu shrugs, not looking any more impressed than before, and Ryouta is already burning to know what it will take to capture his attention in return.

"Suit yourself. Welcome to the river, Kise."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Aida Riko/Hyuuga Junpei/Kiyoshi Teppei; Kuroko no Basuke
supernatural elements, mentions of death; ghost hunter au
word count: 437

"They think we're fakes," Junpei announces, not looking up from his laptop.

"And in other exciting news, the sky is blue, your coffee is way too weak and you don't read the comments," Riko replies, resting her feet on top of his.

"Actually," Teppei supplies helpfully, walking over to join them from the kitchen, carrying his and Riko's mugs of coffee, "I think the sky is grey this afternoon."

"Teppei," Riko sighs.

"How the fuck can you dispute this?" Junpei demands, turning his laptop around to show them the video footage that they've all seen countless times already. Not only are there objects moving inexplicably in the background as the camera follows Riko through a house, but they see the clear figure of a boy who approaches her and then passes right through her, just before she complains of a chill.

They didn't see him with their own eyes, and none of them know how to explain that just yet. They're equally stumped as to how the video footage managed to pick up a voice—presumably the boy's—murmuring something that sounds like a mournful, I just wanted to feel like a team again.

They don't know what it means, but they do know that what they can see in the video is real. Not being able to fully explain their experience only makes them want to go back even more.

"Junpei, you're incredibly good at picking locations for us," Teppei remarks with a warm smile. "This is a really interesting one. Perhaps we should work on improving our communicating and recording equipment, so we can go back. I wonder if that lonely boy will approach us again. Perhaps it'll be nice for him to be able to speak to someone. It sounds to me like he was abandoned."

"It sounds to me like you're getting ready to adopt a ghost—" Junpei begins, and his eyes go wide when he realises that mistake he's made.

"Yes," Teppei says excitedly."If we can make contact, then what if we keep him? He wants a team, doesn't he?"

"No," Riko shakes her head. "Teppei, we are not going to—"

"—Find a way to stabilise a spectral projection and communicate with them freely?" Teppei asks Riko with a smile.

"Ohh, you're good," Riko groans. "Fine. Count me in. Junpei?"

Rolling his eyes, Junpei leans back against the couch. "I didn't even believe in ghosts when you talked me into joining you. I'm stuck with you both at this point, aren't I? I'm not going anywhere."

Riko beams, kissing him on the cheek. "Great. We love you too. Let's go and adopt a ghost."

Re: FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[sotongsotong]

"I think," Pyunsuke murmurs, kissing along Sousuke's jaw, "I need to keep you."

"Huh," Sousuke says dazedly, chasing Pyunsuke's lips with his own because the moment they stop making out, he's going to have to deal with the rest of this situation, and he isn't quite ready for that yet.

"I could take you with me," Pyunsuke says. "Reclaim my place as the beetle king. I could have you by my side. Be my king-consort, Sousuke."

blearily rubs my face,, ngl at this point I was expecting trees to sprout and for Soupyun to break into Bollywood song+dance routine and twirl around said trees ((this is what growing up watching Tamil channels with my grandpa has has culminated in i cannot--))

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; soul vampire au
word count: 456

Tatsuya is young and foolish, and he's still new to this hunger when he meets Taiga. All he knows is that there's a boy sitting on his own, with so much energy that he's a beacon for creatures like Tatsuya. Just looking at him is enough to have Tatsuya hungering.

It helps that they both speak the same language, and Tatsuya can feel the flame of Taiga's spirit burning brightly as they introduce themselves to each other and just as easy as that, they get along. Tatsuya isn't yet sure if he wants a friend of prey, so he does what his parents have taught him; he errs on the side of caution.

His parents call themselves soul vampires, but Tatsuya doesn't know if that's quite the right term for it. They can leave their prey soulless, if they want, but that's not necessarily how they feed. Tatsuya finds that being around people with strong spirits is enough. He can drink his fill of their presence, and the stronger the person's spirit, the less likely they are to notice that some of it is being drained away.

Tatsuya doesn't think that Taiga noices, as they play basketball together and grow up together.

It's not until their early teens that Taiga clears his throat one afternoon, as they walk together, and says, "You're not… human, are you?"

Tatsuya is careful not to let his expression give him away. "That's a weird question to ask."

"But I'm right," Taiga says, turning to him. "Aren't I? Look, I don't care if you're… whatever. We're friends. We've known each other for so long, if you were dangerous and wanted to hurt me, you would've taken your chance a long time ago."

With a quiet laugh, Tatsuya tilts his head to the side. "It sounds like you've been thinking hard about this."

"Maybe," Taiga mumbles, sounding a little embarrassed. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"I live off energy," Tatsuya explains. "Emotions. Your spirit. You're absolutely brimming with it, so maybe you haven't noticed—"

"I have," Taiga tells him. "I'm always a little tired after we hang out. I tohught it was just because we were playing basketball, but…"

"I'm sorry," Tatsuya says softly.

"Nah. Don't be." Taiga reaches over, taking Tatsuya's hand and squeezing. "When I'm with you, I kind of… feel a lot. Do you notice that too?"

"I do," Tatsuya murmurs, looking down at their joined hands. "Taiga, when we touch, it's easier for me to drain from you."

"I don't mind," Taiga tells him, squeezing his hand tighter. "It's worth it."

Taiga's words come with a rush of affection and energy that flows directly into Tatsuya.

Smiling, Tatsuya just squeezes his hand in reply.

Re: FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[knights_watch]

I'M SO GLAD I READ THIS BEFORE WORK HOW SOFT

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T

[underscored]

graphic descriptions of violence, honoka/kotori
1209 words

The figure standing at the door was familiar, yes. Kotori would be able to recognize Honoka’s from even a distance: she would know her by her bright grin and high-pitched laugh, and the way she brimmed with energy with every movement, every step. Honoka was a walking, talking beacon of positivity and life. Angels could sense auras, and Honoka’s was yellow and orange and bright, warm and inviting like the colors of a sunset.

This person looked like Honoka, had the same blue eyes and orange hair. That was where the similarities ended. This Honoka’s aura was angry, screaming black and grey and bright red, slowly dripping to her feet like tar and melted metal. Her eyes were clouded over with mist, and Kotori gulped, swallowing the lump in her throat as her gaze met her would-be assailant’s. She gritted her teeth, trying to squeeze out every ounce of courage that she could when she spoke. “H- Honoka. This isn’t you.”

Honoka—no, the demon possessing Honoka-- sneered back in response, lunging towards Kotori with her teeth bared and claws poised for attack.

Kotori shrieked. Swiftly, she sidestepped the attack, wincing as the demon crashed into the wall behind her. The demon whipped around far too quickly for comfort, eyes narrowed and forehead bruised, and Kotori felt her heart stop. Honoka was going to be the one feeling that when she finally came to her senses. Honoka would face the pain as she was bleeding, battered and bruised. It wasn’t fair.

Kotori yelled. “Honoka!”

The demon screeched, lunging out and leaping towards Kotori again, narrowly missing her as it swiped at her face. Kotori’s gaze darted towards the high window by the ceiling. For a moment she wondered if it would make sense for her to leap up, spread her wings and fly as far as she could out of here—fly so far, and so fast that this demon couldn’t catch her, where she would be safe, where she could contact God and maybe ask for the help she needed. She bit her lip, trembling with fear as she dodged another attack, and then another. Kotori swallowed the lump in her throat.

No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. God wouldn’t come for Honoka, much as she hated to admit the truth. Honoka was too selfish, too brash, too queer, too unlike the model of His perfect woman, perfect child. Honoka’s soul would go straight to hell, if the demon inside her didn’t completely consume it first.

Kotori steeled herself. She had to somehow fight back, or escape but only so she could get Hanayo, Maki or Umi in here: they could exorcise Honoka together. Right now her best bet was the door that the demon had entered through, or the window that she’d mentioned earlier. Considering that the entrance was on the other side of the room, she really only had once choice. She cast off her coat, flinging it in the demon’s face.

A pair of large, white wings unfolded from her back, stretching across the space of the small cabin room. Kotori leaped, flapping her wings once, twice, taking flight and beginning to soar. She rose closer to the roof, pushing the window open, getting hit with a whiff of fresh air. Freedom was so close that she could almost taste it—

She felt a sharp tug on her leg, and a pair of sharp teeth sinking into her tendons. Kotori screamed with pain as the demon brought her crashing down with it, the demon landing deftly on Honoka’s hands and knees while Kotori lay on the floor in a crumpled heap. She started crawling to her knees, turning to face the demon with a panicked glance.

“Honoka, can you hear me?” she whimpered. Her shins were scraped and her knees were bruised, but she could get up again. It would take far more than this to bring an angel down. She could feel the blood trickling down the back of her leg, but she’d be all right. She’d be fine.

It was then when the demon screeched, grabbing Kotori by the shoulders and pushing her towards the ground.

Kotori barely had time to scream before the demon climbed on top of her back, snarling with Honoka’s mouth, grinning with the same lips Kotori had kissed so many times. It dug into Kotori’s back with Honoka’s fingers, tugged at her hair with Honoka’s hands. Kotori yelled, struggling to push Honoka’s form off; the demon grappled with her, sinking its teeth into her shoulder blade. A cold hand reached out to stroke Kotori’s wings, surprisingly softly, surprisingly tenderly. Kotori gulped, turning back to face Honoka. Honoka’s lips parted, and the demon finally spoke.

“Maybe if I ripped your wings out,” it said, leaning in to press Honoka’s face against the soft feathers, “Maybe if I ripped your wings out you wouldn’t run away from me. How does that sound?”

Kotori shook her head. Panic gripped her like an icy fist. “Honoka. This isn’t what you want, is it? This isn’t—this isn’t what she wants.” Kotori said, trying her best to keep her voice calm. The demon roared, lashing its claws down Kotori’s back, and she winced, trying her best not to scream this time. The beast grinned in response.

“How do you know that isn’t what she wants? You know these thoughts all come from her, right? I can see what she’s thinking,” the demon said, leaning in and nibbling on the lobe of Kotori’s ear, “Nobody ever sticks around when it comes to Honoka. Umi and you like each other better, people say she’s loud and annoying, she brings people together only to have them prefer someone else. Honoka,” the demon said, gripping hold of Kotori’s left wing, “Honoka really feels this way. You could say I’m doing her a favor.”

Honoka sneered, ripping the soft, white wing off in a single, tearing motion.

Kotori shrieked. Pain surged through her entire body as Honoka cast the wing to the ground, tendons and muscles screaming as they realized they’d been severed. Blood spurted across her back, splattering across the floor. Kotori whimpered in pain, and tears began to sting her eyes; this was hopeless. It was hopeless now. Hopefully this wasn’t the point of no return for Honoka at least, even if Kotori were to die here, but she wasn’t sure if Honoka could live with her mistakes.

The door burst open, and two sets of footsteps came rushing in. Through the corner of her eyes Kotori could see Umi lifting a gun, aiming it at Honoka’s direction.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The demon recoiled, leaping off Kotori’s back and howling with pain. Umi and Hanayo traded nods, and Hanayo strode up towards the demon as it writhed on the floor. Even in her state of agony Kotori knew what had happened. Three silver bullets, aimed at the devil’s knees, enough to immobilize Honoka but not anything that would kill her.

She’d been saved, sort of, at least. Kotori cast her severed wing a forlorn glance, and another surge of pain coursed through her body. Umi dropped her gun, rushing up towards Kotori with concern in her eyes.

“Oh my god, what did Honoka-- what did the demon do?”

Kotori could only let out an anguished sob.

Re: FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

[sotongsotong]

AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! it's so surreal, and the different textures too omg ;;; that crayon-ish puff of tail and legs in the background, the twirls of the skirt, and the oily slickness to the suit *clenches fist*

Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[sotongsotong]

Ah, thank you for reading and liking this <33 Oikawa prolly thinks he's hunky too, but he just wants to tease Iwa-chan here a bit :^))) ((merman oikawa pls splash water onto my face with ur tail too-- oops))