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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

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.
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tags: no major tags, mention of violence/fighting monsters
Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Kouichirou (daiya no ace)
Word Count: 970

Tanba is walking his horse when he sees it. He's moved off the mountain road and into the trees in search of a place to make camp; his caution is the only reason he doesn't ride right over the monster in the clearing. His horse is a beast bred for battle and she would have done her best to put her hooves right through the monster's skull.

(Tanba is relieved that she has no such chance, and that the snarling, slashing thing on the grass has no chance to slice its claws into her.)

Tanba drops her lead, and draws his sword.

He is a knight of the realm and it is his duty to protect its people from harm. Sometimes that means putting down savage beasts when he finds them. He circles around the clearing, slowly, slowly, making no sudden movements lest he draw the monster's attention before he's in position. He's still several paces away when motion catches his eye, when he realizes, he isn't alone.

There's a body beneath the beast, prone on the grass. Their face is hidden by the monster's muscled, crouching forelegs, but beneath the lean line of its belly Tanba can see their chest heave. His blood runs cold. He's poised at the edge of a rescue — or a butchery.

Not all beasts are dumb. Tanba has yet to fight a dragon, but their intelligence is textbook-proven, as is their cultivated taste for humankind. Those are the most dangerous monsters. A beast hunts prey out of hunger and instinct; a monster tracks mortals for the joy of the hunt and the thrill of their fear. Tanba can hear heavy breathing: the stranger's, the beast's, his own. He is certain this is the second kind of circumstance.

He gives a shout, long and wordless, the battle cry of his knight order when engaging their enemies. The beast whips its head around, luminous yellow eyes locking onto Tanba.

For a long moment, they're both motionless. Its mouth yawns wide, a mess of needle teeth that stretches open in a snarl; its shoulders are hunched, keeping it low over its prey, protective. Tanba holds his sword out before him, knuckles white around the grip, holds himself ready when timing is everything.

The beast snarls, and jumps. Tanba's sword pulls up, a practiced motion in preparation to catch its claws against the blade. But its weight never hits him. It jumps to the side, away from its captive, away from the knight and his steel as they menace it with violence. All of Tanba's training shouts at him, go after it.

But he knows his duty. More than pursuing the menace to the kingdom, he must make sure its captive is unharmed.

Tanba walks over to them, sword sliding back into its scabbard as he surveys the boy on his back in the grass. Or... Not a boy. The face staring up at him might be clever and pretty, but it belongs to a man fully grown. He props himself on his elbows, leaning back as if he was the one who'd chosen to sprawl on his rear in the grass.

"Sir knight," he says, the corners of his mouth tipping up with the beginnings of a smile. "It seems you scared off that creature."

"It was my duty," Tanba says. It's the proscribed response; it's all Tanba can manage. "Are you alright?"

"Am I?" the man repeats.

He looks down at himself, at where the robe he wears is tugged open to the waist, the sleeves in tatters. Despite the dirt ground into his garments, the clothing itself appears fine, befitting of nobility where they gather at court in the capital. Tanba flushes; he feels presumptuous for asking.

The man laughs. He puts out his hand, palm up and waiting, then puts up his brows when that gets him no response. Tanba startles, before it sinks in what's being asked of him. He reaches down, pulling the man to his feet.

"I had that under control," he's told for his trouble. There's an edge to the comment, waiting beneath those words like their speaker would enjoy nothing better than to slice a man through with them. When he says he could handle a monster alone, suddenly Tanba believes him.

"But since you did help me..." he continues. His fingers are at Tanba's arm, folding in against the crook of it. "I ought to thank you."

"Th-Thanks aren't necessary," Tanba says, but he stumbles.

Having the right words to say is meaningless, when he can feel the ground he stands on slowly sliding from beneath his feet. He's off balance, at a loss in a way he wasn't when he had his sword in his hand and a monster before his sights. Tanba knows how to rally his courage, how to fight and defend. He has far less practice with what comes after it.

"I insist," the man says. "There's a river not far from here, and I suspect you and your horse might both be thirsty. If you're resting for the evening, sir knight, you wouldn't begrudge a stranger the sharing of your fire... Would you?"

"I couldn't refuse," Tanba admits.

"Then it's settled," the man says. "It's Kominato Ryousuke, by the way. To whom do I owe my thanks?"

Ryousuke steers him away from the clearing, back towards his horse and the road through the mountains. Tanba allows himself to be led; he doesn't know the area, and matters are how he's said. A knight would never turn away a weary traveler from the place he's made safe to camp. Even before he's made it.

"It's Tanba," he says, as he winds his horse's lead again around his hand. "Tanba Kouichirou."

Ryousuke smiles, and Tanba can't help but wonder exactly who is thanking whom.

Teshima Junta & Aoyagi Hajime
Warnings: Character Death, Body Horror (?)
Textures from : DivsM-stock @ deviantart; used with permission
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Grief Seed Creation
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Kanzaki Miki & Kishigami Komari
Watnings: None
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Lore:
“It's up to each individual witch to take on a girl to hand the area over to when she dies. Witches are not by nature gregarious, at least with other witches, and they certainly don't have leaders” – Wyrd Sisters
Elaboration:
There are two that are fit to take over, but neither is willing to back down.
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Bigger Version

Teshima Junta & Koga Kimitaka & Taniguchi
Warnings: Dismemberment, dead smooches
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Lore: Homestuck stuff
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Nishikino Maki/Yazawa Nico, Love Live!
no tags, DRAGONS
956 words

Nishikino Maki had lived with dragons her entire life. For her, seeing them and interacting with them were just parts of her daily routine – mainly due to dragon racing, the most popular sport in her city, which people flocked from all over the land to watch. She was used to hearing the cheering of the crowd and feeling the wind in her hair as she gripped the reins and soared through the bright blue sky (the days when she was young and scared of heights seemed far behind her now) and she was well aware of how highly regarded she was as a racer – okay, her entire family did come from a long line of dragon racers, but it would be a lie to say she hadn’t made a name for herself aside from that.

Her and her dragon, a medium-sized, deep red female named Aya, called much attention whenever they took to the skies. This was Maki’s life, and she wasn’t going to let anyone disrupt it, no matter who they were.

Which was why it annoyed her all the more when an inexperienced pigtailed dragon rider stole her gemstone in the middle of a competition, preventing her from getting it to the goalpost, and promptly crashed right after, dropping the gem into the surprised hands of another contestant who quickly zipped past and landed the gemstone on the other side of the goal line before either of them had regained their bearings.

The crowd was a mixed bag – some alarmed, some booing. Whether they were angry at the other girl for sabotaging her and failing to follow through or angry at Maki for not being able to win anyway, she couldn’t tell.

Still, she wasn’t going to let the other girl get away so easily. A quick glance at the scoreboard told her that her name was Yazawa Nico, and she stormed off after the race to go catch her.

It turned out Nico was pretty good at keeping out of her sight, and Maki only managed to corner her in the training grounds the next day. “There you are,” she said, heaving out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Who, me?” Nico turned, and the innocent smile she wore just made Maki angrier. She obviously knew why Maki was here.

“Yes, you,” she pressed, walking towards her until they were only a few feet apart. “Yesterday. What was that about?”

“Yesterday? Oh! You mean the race?” Nico waved a hand. “You can’t get mad every time you lose! It was only natural that you would be tripped up by the perfect Yazawa Nico, after all.”

God, this girl was even more infuriating than Maki had anticipated. She glared down at her. “Stop talking like you won! You stole the gem, and then crashed into a rock immediately after! You’re the one who should be humiliated!”

Nico jolted, her carefree manner wavering. “W-well, I stole the gem from you, and that’s what matters!” she snapped. “I practiced that move for nights before the battle. A-anyway, you just said you were humiliated, so there!”

“’So there’? What are you, five?” Maki folded her arms. “One, I don’t care how long you practiced that move for when you couldn’t even follow it up with anything worth looking at. Two, I was not humiliated. I was just… confused by your behaviour.” That part was a lie, but she wasn’t about to let Nico know that. “Look, kid, how old are you?”

Nico practically bristled. “Kid? I’m nineteen!”

Oh. Well, that was unexpected.

Maki hesitated, and that only gave Nico an opening. “That’s right, I’m two years older than you, so stop talking down to me! Anyway, why are you so angry? You’ll have tons and tons of races this year – you’re in literally everything. I trained and trained for this racing season and this one only, and I’m not going to let some know-it-all rich girl stop me!”

She then huffed, spun around and stomped out of the training grounds. Stunned, Maki watched her go.

She definitely hadn’t seen Nico around before, and what she’d said just confirmed it – she was only here for this racing season, and then she would be out. It wasn’t uncommon for less fortunate families to save up their gold for years to enter one tournament for a chance of fame, and she supposed Nico fell into that category.

Still, it didn’t give her any excuse to act so childishly. Gritting her teeth and seething silently, Maki turned away, heading for the showers.

The preliminaries were over, and Nico had managed to scrape by with the bare minimum total of points, leaving her dead last so far, but still getting her through to the main tournament. Maki made a mental note to check the news board tomorrow; every year they threw a twist into the race to make it more interesting for the viewers and the participants, and she needed to be prepared.

***

In reality, nothing could’ve prepared Maki for this.

She stared up at the scoreboard, the headline cheerily announcing: ‘This summer’s Dragon Rider tournament flavour: Pairs!’ with a list of the contestants below. It wasn’t like paired races were unusual – sure, it was strange to hold an entire tournament geared around them, but Maki had done them before and faired pretty well, if she did say so herself.

The problem lay in the other half of the pair. Maki’s jaw fell open as she stared at her name and the one next to it, begging for this to be some kind of awful nightmare.

Team B: Nishikino Maki & Yazawa Nico

She buried her face in her hands. This was going to be a long tournament.

Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no A
sexual content (non-explicit), His Dark Materials AU, daemons
words: 4431

Description: Kazuya has dedicated his academic career to studying the mystery of those people born with the same sex as their daemons; people like him. When a young researcher comes from the far North to join his team and search for answers they both get more than they bargained for

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Isashiki Jun/Yuki Tetsuya, daiya no ace
no tags, hogwarts au, triwizard tournament
578 words

"Any ideas?" Jun asks, stopping his frequent pacing to ask his friends the question.

"Would've told you if I had one," Ryousuke says, elbows resting on the table as he flips through the pages of a book.

"No," Tetsu replies, a much simpler answer.

Jun sighs. They've been trying to crack the riddle of what the second task of the Tournament would be for hours now, and at this point, they've only got a few left before it'll start. All they've managed to figure out is that it's going to be in the Black Lake, but they can't figure out the rest of the clue.

"We've still got a few hours," Jun says, resting his hand on Tetsu's shoulder as he passes him, squeezes. "We'll figure it out."

Before they can say more, Takashima turns the corner, looking relieved that she found them here. "Isashiki? The headmaster would like to see you."

"Now?" he asks. "What for? It's the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry. It's urgent."

He looks from Takashima telling him to go, back at Tetsu, who he wants to help figure this out before morning, before the second task starts. "But--"

It's Tetsu who answers, this time. "Go ahead, Jun." He takes Jun's hand, now resting at his side, slides their fingers together. "I'll be fine."

"I... fine!" He looks at Takashima again. "Just give me a minute."

And then his focus his back on Tetsu, and he squeezes his hand, a promise. "I'll be back."

Tetsu's got a promise of his own. "I'll figure it out."

He grins, laughing a little at the certainty, the determination behind the words, in Tetsu's eyes. "I know. It's you we're talking about here."

Ryousuke clears his throat, drawing their attention again. "You're keeping Professor Takashima waiting."

Jun's face heats up as he remembers there are others watching them. "Right! Well, bye Tetsu!"

"Bye Jun." Tetsu waves goodbye as Jun follows Takashima out of the library.

.

"You want me to what?"

Kataoka seems completely unperturbed by Jun's shouting, only explains, "For the second task we need to take someone important from each champion. They have an hour to reach the bottom of the Black Lake to find you."

"And you want me to...?"

"You're important to Yuki, aren't you?"

Jun's cheeks heating up are answer enough, but he still manages a strangled. "Well, yeah!" followed by his confirmation. "Okay, I'll do it."

.

He doesn't remember much after that, and the next thing he knows--seconds, minutes, hours later--he's at the surface of the water, able to breathe again, Tetsu by his side, trying to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" The first thing Tetsu asks, his hand resting on Jun's back as they move toward the dock.

"Me? I should be asking you that!" He climbs out first, offering Tetsu a hand to help Tetsu out of the water. "I'm fine, though. You?"

"Fine." Tetsu doesn't let go of Jun's hand right away, even as they're ushered off to the side, given towels to dry off and get warm in the late winter cold.

They're mostly silent, then, just sit close together, still touching.

"I was worried when I couldn't find you this morning," Tetsu finally says, quiet.

"Yeah. Wish I could've told you. But you did it!" He punches Tetsu's shoulder, grinning. "I knew you would! And you got second place too!"

Tetsu smiles now, finally leaning closer. Their foreheads bump together in a gentle touch.

brief mentions of execution, cannibalism; supernatural beings it's still as suitable for children as, well, any grimm brothers story; hc pronouns because if mizuki doesnt know rumpelsyuuke's name why would he gender a goblin.
Mizuki Hajime and (unnamed for plot reasons but i swear it's) Fuji Shuusuke
Word count: 495

"You're in some trouble here, aren't you."

"How did you get in here!" Mizuki shouted, jumping up a little bit. No one had come in the door. It was locked from the outside. He'd been facing it, too.

"Oh, through the window, on a swallow's wing. Don't trouble yourself over it."

Mizuki felt his mouth go dry. The window here was 10 yards above the base of the tower. There wasn't a window above to jump down into this room from, either. This creature explained absolutely nothing.

"And- and what are you doing here, anyway," Mizuki added. "And what are you."

"I am," the visitor said, smiling sweetly, "your savior, and I am here to save you from your own prideful tongue."

That stung, and he hated it. It was true though. This mess was definitely his own fault.

"Picking a fight with the king's own alchemist, huh? A potion that turns straw into gold?"

Mizuki gritted his teeth. "I'll figure it out, I'm sure-"

"You will not," said the strange humanoid, "because it is impossible for you. It is impossible for anyone who isn't me." They smiled more deeply and folded their legs up, and Mizuki could see now that they were sitting unsupported in the air. It was alarming. "However, I will do it for you," they added. "For a price."

Mizuki debated the merits of being indebted to the weird goblin before him. It was certainly a precarious situation. Any number of things could go wrong. He could still be found out, and exposed; executed, perhaps in a more gruesome manner, to compound his punishments for failure and lying; and even if things turned out fine for the meantime, it would always be an axe blade hovering above Mizuki's neck - the knowledge that he could be undone by the reappearance of a magical spirit at any time. But it was always smarter to live on another day.

"I don't even know your name, why should I trust you?" said Mizuki, stealing glances at the window and door to make sure they were not overheard. Of course, by this point he had already made up his mind to agree to the short magical... thing. He didn't trust them at all, but really couldn't afford to be picky tonight.

"My price," they pressed on, ignoring Mizuki's question, "is, hmmm, let's see... how about your apprentice?"

"Yuuta?" Mizuki blinked. He expected the cost to be more like... money... though he supposed his visitor was capable of manufacturing all the gold they wanted, if what they said was true. "Well I.. sure, you can have him. You won't eat him or anything, will you?"

The goblin's smile reached wider yet, crinkling up their thin eyes further, managing still to look mechanical and cruel. "What do you care, Mizuki Hajime?" they asked. "Would it stop you from handing the boy over?"

Mizuki looked at the hovering guest warily. "No," he answered. "I suppose it would not."

Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shuuichirou, Prince of Tennis
No tags, Percy Jackson AU (son of Apollo!Oishi, Son of Hecate!Eiji, plus others)
755 words

Oishi’s dreaming again about a dark void pulling him in when a sharp pain jolts him awake.

A blood red cat stands half on his face, blue eyes glowing inches from his own, and Oishi switches from terrified to exasperated way too easily.

“Again?” He asks, carefully moving the cat off his face and sitting up. Purrs fill the cabin as Oishi gives it a few pets in his lap before the knock he’d been waiting for comes.

“Oishi?? Are you awake? It happened again…”

Quietly as to not wake up the others, Oishi changes out of his sleep clothes and into something that he won’t mind sweating in. He has to bat away a mischievous paw as he ties his sneakers, but by the time he rounds up his medical kit and is ready to go, the cat has disappeared.

All for the better, really.

Yagyuu’s waiting outside for him, stuck on night duty, and they walk together over to Cabin Twenty. The walk is shorter than usual, thanks to the crater in the ground from whatever fell off Cabin Twenty. Surprisingly enough, though, Cabin Twenty sits in the middle of the crater, completely untouched as usual.

“Where are the injured campers?” Oishi asks, kicking a rock into the massive hole.

“They’re over to the right with Yukimura and Shiraishi. There’s only two of them but--” They look over and see what looks like Shiraishi possibly growing something from the ground. Yagyuu coughs. “...I would suggest someone with actual medial knowledge getting over there soon.”

Oishi steels himself and heads over, praying a bit to his father to let him heal these demigods as fast as possible.

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By sunrise, the crater is gone, everyone is healed, and the camp looks like nothing happened over night.

Yagyuu walks him back to his cabin, but instead of going inside and sleeping for an hour, Oishi waits until Yagyuu’s out of sight and slips around the side. The path through the forest is the same as ever and he reaches the cliffside just as the sun starts warming the rocks.

It might be due to the ties to his father, but Oishi has always loved the sun and the warmth it gives. It always wraps around him like a hug and it’s the first thing that he looks for when he needs comfort. Just like the arms now wrapping around him from the back, looking for their own comfort.

“Sorry I woke you up again.” The voice is muffled by his back and he laces their hands together. “It really wasn’t me this time though! I wasn’t even in the cabin, Oishi! Someone is trying to set me up...or maybe something else.”

“Something else?” Visions of a black void flash in Oishi’s mind and he turns around to look at his boyfriend. “Do you know anything, Eiji?”

“No but the Mist.” Eiji frowns. “The Mist has felt...odd. I can’t explain it but lately I can’t even use it lightly for easy things. Like to change my hair color.”

“So that’s why your fur was weird this morning.”

“Yeah. Plus there wasn’t even a sound when the hole was made. I don’t even know if it was from the cabin or if it was something else and because no one saw it, no one seems to know what caused it!” This fact is a little worrying but Eiji continues. “I tried to contact my mother but, well, if she won’t disenchant the stones of the cabin to stop exploding when they fall, then I doubt she’ll tell me about this. But I’m scared, Oishi. Everything feels...off. Wrong.”

Oishi pulls him in for a hug.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He’s not sure if he’s saying it more for himself or more for Eiji, but it makes him feel a little bit better. Things always feel that way around Eiji, just like when he’s in the sun.

“This is probably a normal thing that happens every now and then and when your mother fixes your cabin, there will be no more explosions or craters to watch out for in camp and I’ll be able to sleep more. Besides, if it was something serious, we would have all felt it by now, right?”

“If you say so…” Eiji sighs against his chest, rubbing his head a bit. “I’ll miss your pets though. They feel so nice.”

With a smile, Oishi runs a hand through Eiji’s hair. “You can have them anytime.”

Edited 2016-08-04 06:08 (UTC)

Iwaizumi Hajime/Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!
tags: sexual references, mentions of dragonfucking, tentacle porn and oviposition
467 words, brain farts SASO AU part 2 (this goes out to everyone on SASO TL, you know who you are)

Oikawa thunks his head onto his laptop’s keyboard.

“380 words!” He groans. “I just need another 20 words to make this fill legit!”

“Then, get on with those 20 words,” Iwaizumi simply points out, matter-of-fact as usual. He peers over Oikawa’s shoulder and cringes once he (somewhat) makes sense of what the other boy has been furiously typing out over the last thirty minutes. “Is this some kind of magical AU again?”

“No, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa facepalms. “Well, actually yes, it is a magical AU, but not just any magical AU, this one has—“

“Dragonfucking?’ Hanamaki pipes up from Oikawa’s bed, casually flicking through his collection of shoujo manga while cuddling one of Oikawa’s prized posessions: a Moogle plushie. It looks decidedly squashed in his arms. “Tentacle porn?”

And where ever Hanamaki snarks, Matsukawa is never far behind. “Eggs? Magical vibrating eggs?”

Oikawa closes his eyes with the air of a man resigned to a fate that constantly repeats his dark history. “That was one time, Mattsun, just one time. Let me live it down.”

“Or, you could just abandon any sort of dignity and throw in oviposition as well. It’s always good to have some variety in your daily egg content, no?”

Iwaizumi immediately makes to leave the room but Oikawa hangs onto him by the waist, refusing be abandoned in the wake of the terrors that are their two other boyfriends. “No, you don’t, you can’t just leave me to these wolves!”

“Rawr,” Hanamaki punctuates helpfully. He even raises a hand in a paw-like gesture.

“That’s a very inspiring impersonation of a dinosaur, not a wolf,” Matsukawa corrects, and goes on to let out a baleful howl that sends Iwaizumi and Oikawa clapping their hands over their ears. “There we go.”

The vein on Iwaizumi’s forehead becomes all the more prominent, and he hisses towards Oikawa, “Look, just finish your magical AU thing ASAP so we can get out of here, and go somewhere safe!”

“But today’s the last day for this bonus round! I don’t wanna waste time outside when I can just post more fills!” Oikawa shoots back, indignation written all over his face. He grits his teeth. “I need to push my team forward as much as I can!”

“This is just a bloody fandom thing, why are you so—“

“Whoa, whoa, chill,” Hanamaki says as he rolls off Oikawa’s bed and pulls them into a group hug. “Make peace, not war.”

“Unless it’s a word war.” Matsukawa grins and joins in, purposely squeezing them all so hard until Iwaizumi whacks him continuously on the arm, desperately insisting to be released for oxygen.

Oikawa despairs, “You’re both terrible! Now, let me go!”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa share matching smirks.

“Write a werewolf AU based on us and maybe we’ll think about it.”

Isashiki Jun/Yuki Tetsuya, daiya no ace
no tags, hogwarts au
430 words

Everything that had been happening at Hogwarts in the past few months was terrifying. There'd been a monster released from the Chamber of Secrets, which everyone thought was just a myth, an old story of the past that had no bearing on them now. Until bad things actually started happening. Then, it wasn't so much a story anymore as it was a reality.

It had been terrifying, but they had been okay, even as more and more attacks occurred across the school in the past few weeks--muggle-born students being petrified, left frozen in time until an antidote could be made for them, to reverse the effects of what had happened.

Things had been okay, until they started to hit way too close to home.

Tetsu had been careful. Jun had been careful. They both had, especially considering that Jun's a muggle-born, and those seemed to be the students being targeted.

Usually, they'd stick together--strength and safety in numbers rather than being alone--but the one time they hadn't ended in disaster.

Everything, all of his feelings and reactions are muddled together when Tetsu sees Jun petrified in the hospital wing. Anger at himself for not being there. Frustration that this had happened. Fear because it did happen, and it still could've been worse than this, than what it already was. Loneliness, at the momentary loss of his very best friend and constant companion.

I miss you, he wants to say, wishes he had the chance to say so Jun could hear it, so he'd know. I miss you so much.

Then, then, he finally gets the chance to say it. When the monster from the Chamber of Secrets has been defeated, the problem solved, the victims helped.

"Tetsu!"

"Jun!" Tetsu stands, running toward his now awake friend. When they meet halfway, they stop in front of each other, sudden, like they've realized where they're at--the rest of their housemates looking at them, even the entire Great Hall.

Jun's the one who finally breaks the pause, the silence. "You gonna make me wait for a hug?" He grins, barely able to open his arms before Tetsu pulls him into a tight hug.

"I missed you," Tetsu murmurs into Jun's ear, smiling as he hears Jun's loud laughter. He'd missed that. He'd missed this, everything. "I'm glad you're alright."

"Missed you too," Jun agrees, squeezing Tetsu tighter, like he's making up for lost time and missed moments. "And don't think I'd go out easily! And in such a lame way. I'm better than that!"

Yeah, he'd really missed this.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke (Yowamushi Pedal)
Tags: implied body horror, based on this folk tale
Word Count: 482

Kinjou ran a hand over the crisp, green ribbon around Makishima’s neck. For as long as Kinjou had known Makishima, he’d never seen Makishima without it wrapped tightly around his neck. Kinjou had asked him about it, but Makishima had always been cagey when the subject came up, deflecting and changing the subject to something else.

Kinjou’s father had always told him that there was no mystery that a significantly large enough dataset couldn’t solve, so Kinjou had done what seemed to be the most logical thing: He began collecting all the data he could.

Currently, Makishima was asleep. He wore the ribbon to bed, and still had it on when he woke up. As far as Kinjou could tell, he even wore it when he showered; Kinjou had once seen him coming out of the bathroom after a long, steamy shower, wearing nothing but a towel and the ribbon.

Kinjou brushed his fingertips over the ribbon. It was soft, like a well-worn favorite shirt, but Kinjou couldn’t quite identify the fabric; the way it felt and the way it looked seemed at odds with one another somehow. When he pressed his fingers against it, he could almost feel a dip running under it, like some long trench circling Makishima’s neck. He couldn’t be sure if it was part of the topography of Makishima’s neck, or if it was something about the ribbon itself that made it feel that way.

He wondered briefly if it was some kind of scar that Makishima was self-conscious about. That thought alone gave him pause. The truth was, Kinjou knew there was only one way to answer his questions.

He stared at the knotted bow, tied neatly to one side of Makishima’s neck. It would be so easy to just reach out, and…

Whenever Kinjou managed to corner Makishima, make him give an answer, Makishima proved to be the master of deflection. “Ask me tomorrow/next week/next year.” Makishima always had another arbitrary date that would come and go with no answer in sight.

Kinjou couldn’t wait for later anymore.

He looked at Makishima’s face — peaceful when pulled deeply into sleep — and silently apologized.

He tugged the bow, unravelling it.

Kinjou stared out into the grey light of the morning. The sun was slowly rising behind a haze of clouds, and everything felt a bit muted, stagnant. Kinjou sat out on the stoop and stared at nothing while time seemed to drag, then freeze altogether.

He was vaguely aware of a form looming behind him, not balanced as it should be; Makishima was bare above the shoulders now, a void where there shouldn’t’ve been one.

“I told you,” Makishima said, his voice not coming from the vantage point it should, instead swinging lower in his hands. “You weren’t ready to know.”

Kinjou cursed his father’s advice. Some data was best left uncollected.

Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki (Daiya no Ace)
Tags: no major tags, minor injury, Pokemon AU
Word Count: 667

Zaizen wakes up in fits and spurts, his vision spinning when he opens his eyes, so he spends a long stretch of time just letting them flutter shut until he comes to again and the process repeats itself. When finally he manages to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds, he stares upwards for a while, watching the blue sky through the treetops as it moves by. He thinks his vision is spinning again, but then realizes that isn’t it. He’s moving, somehow.

He yelps as he feels a sudden drop, and flails his arms for whatever he can grab onto and his hand digs into a thick, fatty neck. The movement stops and he looks up. Hariyama stares back down at him and Zaizen yelps, realizing all at once that he’s been princess carried by a pokemon all this time.

Hariyama seems to find this reaction to be very ungrateful and promptly drops him on the ground, and Zaizen gets the wind knocked out of him.

When Zaizen looks up again, not only Hariyama is looking down at him, but also Chris.

“So, you’re awake,” Chris says grinning.

Zaizen scowls and jumps to his feet, ignoring the hand that Chris had held out for him. “What the hell happened?”

Chris shrugs, waving a hand. “Well, there was a wild electabuzz, and the incident soured quickly…”

“Got it,” Zaizen mutters. Electric types are his weakness, in every way of looking at it. They all seem attracted to him… for better or worse. “So, wait, you thought the best solution was to just keep going and let Hariyama cart me along like extra baggage?”

The words are no sooner out of his mouth than he feels an enormous weight bashing against his back, and Zaizen is flung off kilter and lands face-first in the dirt.

Hariyama grunts chidingly, as if scolding him for his ungratefulness.

“It wasn’t my idea, he just sort of did it,” Chris says, seeming unfazed by the exchange. “You know he likes you.”

Zaizen scowls as he pushes himself back up. “Uh huh. He sure has a funny way of showing it.” It’s true though. Hariyama isn’t even his pokemon; wrong type. He belongs to Chris, but somehow he just sort of adopted Zaizen.

Zaizen often wonders if pokemon can get confused about who belongs to whom.

“Anyway, we made great time while he was carrying you. We’re almost there,” Chris continues. He’s scribbling something in his notebook, not really looking at Zaizen

Zaizen looks around, taking in his surroundings for the first time since being dropped; they’re down in a ditch, and the ground only continues to sink further down. It’s also hot — a lot hotter than he remembered before passing out. He briefly considers how well taking off his shirt will go over.

It takes a moment, but soon he feels the rumbling, vibrations running from the ground and up his feet. He looks over to Chris. “Wait, are you really telling me… You think you did it? You think Groudon is nearby?”

Chris nods quickly, tapping his notebook. “Of course. It was all in the data.”

Zaizen sighs and crosses his arms. He’s proud, but also… “Well, glad I didn’t slow you down or anything, genius.”

Chris smirks at him, and shrugs. “You know I would have stopped if I thought you were really hurt.”

Zaizen stalls at that, staring at him. Chris doesn’t stop though, leaning in close. Zaizen freezes, wondering at the proximity, but Chris only straightens Zaizen’s hat; Zaizen hadn’t realized it had been knocked askew between all of his mishaps.

Chris grins, seeming to know the effect he had as Zaizen’s face heats up. “So, do you need a minute?” Chris asks.

“N-no,” Zaizen sputters. “I mean,” he shakes his head, hoping to shake off everything else too. “I mean, no, I’m fine! Let’s go get that dumb dirt legendary you want.”

Chris is still grinning as he leads the way.

Minami Kotori/Sonoda Umi, Love Live!
no tags, selkie au
815 words

Umi’s hand was warm, clutched in Kotori’s grasp as the two of them waded into the sea, the wind whipping through their hair as if urging them to turn back. Kotori pushed through it; she couldn’t let Umi get stolen back again, by the wind or the frantically waving figure on the shore, begging for her to return. Beside her, Umi soldiered on, her face hard and determined, her sealskin held firmly to her chest. It had been clear from the start that she didn’t belong on land, and didn’t want to.

The two girls made their way over to the rocks out in the shallow ocean and climbed up, Umi extending a hand to Kotori when she slipped and yelped in surprise. She was full of grace and confidence, nothing like the fearful selkie girl Kotori had first stumbled across on the beach months ago, trapped and imprisoned on the land without her sealskin. Even now Umi held her sealskin tightly to her, as if she were afraid it would suddenly vanish.

When they finally got to the rock, Umi stood on the edge, gazing into the horizon. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

“So are you,” Kotori said cheerily, smiling at the blush that tinted Umi’s ears and cheeks. “Kotori, that wasn’t fair!”

“But it’s true.” She sat down on the edge of the rocks and patted the space next to her, feet dangling in the open air. “Umi-chan, sit next to me.”

Umi did so without hesitation and Kotori leaned into her, watching the sun rising slowly in the distance. For a while neither of them said anything and just watched the sky change colour, lightening from a dark grey into a bright blue landscape splashed with pale pink, orange and yellow. Their pursuer had given up long ago, and they were undisturbed.

When the rising sun cleared the horizon, Kotori said, “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Umi replied, her voice low. Then, she sat up, turning to face Kotori. “But I’ll come back. I promise.”

Kotori laughed a little. “But you’re free now! You don’t need to-”

“Kotori, I don’t break my promises.” Her tone was firm, but then it quietened again. “I want to come back. I…” She swallowed. “Sometimes, I do wish you could come with me.”

“I would if I could.” Kotori smiled back at her. “But I’m a human! And I like being one. Just as you’re a selkie, and you wouldn’t change that either. We can still see each other regardless, right?”

Umi laughed, the sound like the clear bells of the seaside town and the gentle lap of waves on the beach. “You’re always so positive, even in a situation like this.”

She stood up, holding her sealskin out in front of her, and then released two of the corners, letting it billow out over the ocean, fluttering out from the rock like a flag. Kotori watched, breathless, as Umi took the sealskin and wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her delicate white dress, pulling the top up over her head like a hood. Kotori could tell how relaxed and happy she was like this, at the prospect of going back to the ocean, and it filled her with joy to see.

“I have to go,” Umi said. The wind caught the bottom of her sealskin, causing the soft grey fur to dance in the wind. “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me, Kotori.”

Kotori swung her legs up onto the rock and jumped up, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Umi’s lips. “No, thank you,” she chirped, pausing to smile fondly at Umi’s startled expression. “Good luck out there. I know they’ll all be happy to see you!”

Umi relaxed. “I hope so.” Stepping closer to the edge of the rock, she reached out and gave Kotori’s hand a little squeeze, a rare display of unprompted affection. “Goodbye, Kotori. I’ll see you again soon.”

Kotori squeezed back. “I’ll be waiting, Umi-chan.”

She stepped away, giving Umi space as she stepped off the rock, sinking slowly below the surface of the water. When she resurfaced, she was no longer the girl Kotori was familiar with, but a beautiful dark grey seal, swimming gracefully among the waves. She waited on the rock, stood there on bare feet and in her blue summer dress, as Umi faded to nothing more than a dot on the horizon.

Kotori wasn’t sad. Maybe a little bit, but most of her was hopeful, eagerly awaiting the day when Umi would return to the village to see her. After all, like she’d said, Umi never broke promises.

Turning around, she climbed back down the rocks, wading back through the shallow waters. Her face felt fresh and her heart sang a morning song, full of memories from the past few months, and happiness for Umi’s freedom.

tags: supernatural elements
724 words
Hakogaku, yowapeda

based on the events of Midsummer Eve in the first fablehaven book

“Jinpachi, look.” Shinkai held up his pumpkin and spun it around to show the snaggle-toothed scowl he had carved into it. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re wasting time,” Toudou said shortly, as he took another gutted pumpkin from Izumida. His patience was hanging by a thread, and that thread was fraying quickly as the sun sank lower in the sky.

“It looks cool,” Manami piped up. Shinkai beamed at them.

“It doesn’t matter what it fucking looks like,” said Arakita, “it matters how many we have.”

“Thank you, Arakita.” Toudou stabbed his carving knife into the pumpkin and started sawing, adding, “For once, we agree on something.” Shinkai shrugged, and pulled another uncarved pumpkin towards him.

“Aren’t these enough?” Manami asked. They looked at the twenty or so jack-o-lanterns that had already been carved so far and were waiting to be lit.

“The more, the better,” said Toudou.

“They’re ugly.”

“Quantity over quality, Sangaku,” said Shinkai. “I think another dozen should do it, right, Jinpachi?”

“It will be acceptable, only because we’ll run out of time,” Toudou said grudgingly. “But Izumida’s herbs will help make up for it, and the fairies’ lights. Speaking of fairies—” He put down his knife and went to the open window. Fukutomi was in the garden outside, where the fairies were supposed to show up for their lantern assignments, but the sun was almost touching the horizon and Toudou only counted a dozen fairies.

Fukutomi looked up at him, his face grim. “I think this is everyone.”

Toudou sighed. “Alright. Manami,” he said over his shoulder, “go help Fuku set up the lanterns.”

“Okay,” said Manami, and gathered up as many pumpkins as they could carry.

On the porch, Fukutomi coaxed the fairies into the lanterns, and Manami stuck candles in the others. They worked quickly and methodically, as the sun lowered and shadows grew longer.

“What kind of stuff will be out here tonight?” Manami asked after a little while. Fukutomi gently ushered the last fairy into her lantern and closed it before he replied.

“It’s better that you don’t know.”

“Aw, come on. Not even a hint?”

“This is not a game. There are going to be evil things outside our windows tonight,” said Fukutomi. He took the top off a lantern and lit the candle inside, then looked Manami in the eye. “We are taking a great risk by including a novice like you, Manami. Do not let us down.”

Manami’s heart fluttered.

By the time they finished lighting the lanterns and placing them outside windows and doorways, they had mere minutes left before night fell. Toudou nearly dragged them back inside, locking the door behind them.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you again,” he said to Manami and Izumida, “but I will. I don’t expect you to sleep tonight. I don’t think you would be able to, anyway. You’ll hear some strange things outside, but don’t look. You’re better off not knowing what’s out there.”

“That’s what Fukutomi-san said,” said Manami.

“So, you better remember it,” Arakita told them.

Toudou told them they could go about their business as usual, at least to the best of their abilities, but they had to stay away from the windows.

Naturally, Manami could not seem to focus on anything else once night fell.

They roamed around the house, not content to sit still, and listened. Creatures howled in the yard, not wolves but unearthly creatures that Manami had never heard before. Some of them laughed, some shouted in unfamiliar languages. The wind pressed against the house, and claws tap-tap-tapped across the roof. At one point, Manami thought they heard a baby crying.

“It’s just an illusion,” said Shinkai, when he saw Manami pause and look towards the window. “They want us to come out and see what’s going on.”

“Why?” asked Manami.

Shinkai shrugged. “To kill us, probably.”

Manami moved on.

They passed Fukutomi and Toudou, sitting in the kitchen, and found Arakita standing in the living room. He barely glanced at Manami.

“It’s hard, huh?” he said. “Not looking.”

Something screamed outside, chillingly close to the house. Fingernails scratched at the windows. The wind howled and somewhere, the baby began to cry again. Manami couldn’t imagine the horrors that were gathering.

“Yeah,” they said, with a half-smile, “I bet it’s beautiful out there.”

Edited 2016-08-04 07:10 (UTC)

Kominato Haruichi/Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace
no tags
434 words

“Harucchi,” Sawamura mumbled into his pillow, “show me your magic.”

Blinking sleepily, Haruichi glanced over at him. “Again?”

“Just one more time!” He pulled at Haruichi’s sleeve, pressing his face against his shoulder. “Please?”

Haruichi sighed; he was tired and content with just falling asleep among the blankets, Sawamura a warm weight against his side, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt. “Alright,” he murmured. “But don’t raise your voice.”

“I won’t,” Sawamura whispered back as Haruichi began to gather magic to his fingertips.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, once his palms were glowing with light.

Sawamura considered. “Can you conjure me?”

“I think so.” Without even needing to observe Sawamura’s face, Haruichi began shifting the light into various shapes in the air above them, forming the other’s face perfectly. Sawamura watched, his mouth half-open. “Woah! That’s so cool! And… kind of weird. It looks exactly like me.”

“That was the goal.” Haruichi laughed quietly, dispelling the image. “Anything else?”

To his surprise, Sawamura just yawned, burying his face into Haruichi’s chest. “Nah. ‘M tired.”

Haruichi shifted so he was facing Sawamura, throwing an arm over his side. “That was quick. Why did you want to see my magic so badly?”

Sawamura just shrugged, a soft movement in Haruichi’s arms. “I like it. I kinda wish I could do it as well.”

Ah. That wasn’t the first time Sawamura had expressed displeasure at that particular difference between him and Haruichi – the latter had been born with natural magic abilities, while Sawamura hadn’t, and had no other magical aspects about him – he was just “plain old human,” as some would put it. Haruichi patted his hair, ruffling the soft strands gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re fine as you are, Eijun-kun.”

“But it would be so cool,” Sawamura whined. “We could go to school together, and be in the same classes. I’d probably try and learn how to make myself faster. Or stronger. Or maybe how to fly? What do you think, Harucchi?”

Haruichi smiled. “You could do all of those things. But for now, I think you should go to sleep.”

A drawn-out groan of protest sounded from under his chin, and Haruichi laughed. “Look, as soon as you’re eighteen, you’ll be able to start learning how to cast spells manually. It’s only a year away. I promise it’ll fly by.”

Another sound, this time of acknowledgement, and Haruichi could tell Sawamura was slowly falling asleep. He pulled him to his chest, closing his eyes and letting himself drift off, the rain outside a comforting patter in his ears.

Gou Matsuoka / Chigusa Hanamura, Free! no warnings apply mermaid!gou thinking of human!chigusa! i mostly wanted to do her hair in water. ngl.

Edited 2016-08-04 09:07 (UTC)

kuroo tetsurou/bokuto kotaro, Haikyuu!!
no warnings apply

shifter!bokuto cuddling up with kuroo in his owl form.

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: werewolves, transformation, hogwarts AU
Word Count: 632

Inui continued reading from the two hefty tomes suspended in mid-air in front of him while his hands were occupied. One hand steadily stirred a cauldron while the other hand was tangled deeply into Kaidou’s hair. Kaidou’s head was resting in Inui’s lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the dusty, beaten down shack. It was hardly a properly laboratory, but it was Inui’s best option for not getting caught in his secret work.

Kaidou made a groaning sort of noise into Inui’s thigh. Inui paused, before moving his hand to stroke Kaidou once again. Luckily, Kaidou wouldn’t transform tonight — the full moon had been last night, and so tonight would only bring discomfort, but not a rampage. Inui did his best to soothe him.

Only Kaidou was supposed to know about the shack, a secret place where he could transform, contained, and no one would be the wiser about sharing their school with a werewolf.

It had been easy for Inui to figure out that his underclassmen suffered from werewolfry. Only slightly harder to find the secret tunnel to the shack. And after that, sneaking out the books from the library which had pertained to becoming an animagus had been child’s play.

Inui felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach. He was close. He had worked on this process nearly every night since the idea had occurred to him, mere weeks after learning Kaidou’s secret. He had spent nearly every night in the attic of this shack, save for the ones where Kaidou transformed and raged within, alone.

One full moon, curiosity had gotten the best of Inui, and he’d crawled as far as he dared down the passageway to the shack. He’d been scared to death that Kaidou would smell him, and his animal mind would try to hunt him down. Kaidou hadn’t seemed to notice, or if he did, his rages didn’t seem to intensify. Inui had stayed there and read by wandlight for as much of the night as he could.

(Kaidou had said later, from what little he could remember, that it had been the most peaceful night he had passed as a werewolf.)

If all went well, before the year was through, Inui would be able to do a lot more than just wait and listen.

“It’s ready, I think,” Inui said.

Kaidou lifted his head, slightly groggy. “Really?”

Inui nodded, and let the books he was reading fall to the floor. (Everyone already thought the shack was haunted; a few extra bumps wouldn’t draw any attention.) Inui reached out and fished a pair of tongs through the cauldron, until it pulled out a boiled mandrake leaf.

“One month,” Inui said, transferring the leaf gingerly from tongs to his fingers. “I won’t be able to speak much, not until your next transformation.

Kaidou nodded, very seriously. “That’s fine. I’ll speak for both of us.”

Inui raised his eyebrows at that.

Kaidou shrunk a bit at the scrutiny, but continued, “I mean. Neither of us talk that much.”

Inui shrugged, accepting the point. Without further adieu, he opened his mouth. Kaidou reached out, stopping his hand before he could put in the mandrake leaf.

“Wait, before you do that,” Kaidou said.

“Yes?”

Kaidou was hesitating again, but seemed to steel himself the longer the moment stretched on. He leaned forward, and before Inui could ask, Kaidou kissed him.

Kaidou leaned away quickly, averting his eyes. “Thank you, senpai. For… everything.”

Inui gaped at him. “I… of course, Kaidou.” Inui was pretty sure they were both blushing, but it was hard to see in the low light. He calculated that it was fairly likely though.

Inui opted to kiss Kaidou one more time, before sealing the leaf away in his mouth.

tags: none
Ship: Kousaka Honoka/Nishikino Maki (love live)
Word Count: 1,234

"It's nothing," Maki says, when she's asked about the egg kept on its stand on her mantle. "Just a keepsake someone left with me; it isn't anything important."

Truthfully, she doesn't know herself why she kept the egg. In all her time as a pianist she's received countless gifts, most of them flowers or money, the latter in the form of careful checks written out to the company she works for. Maki does a lot of fund-raising; she raises a lot of money. It isn't what she cares about. All that matters to her is the motion of her fingers as they fly across the keys, the feeling of playing before an entire room's hushed audience.

Maki isn't certain why she kept the egg; she tells herself it's only because it's the strangest gift she's ever received.

If nothing else, it certainly does its part as a conversation piece. The egg is eye-catching, glimmering from its spot at the center of the shelf, posed between framed photographs like a jewel at the center of a crown. Its shell is a mottled orange-red, glinting with flecks of gold in the right light. Maki has considered getting it appraised, if only to know the value of what she's been given. Semi-precious stones often sell for more than one might expect. Maki's mother would have told her to get it insured.

(Maki doesn't, because that isn't what matters. She tells herself that she hasn't kept it for any special reason, that it's a curiosity, a pointless keepsake. Truthfully, she's kept the egg because when she holds it in her hand it grows hot with her touch, warm beneath her fingers like something alive. She hasn't been able to lose that feeling.)

She polishes the egg, every so often. Takes it down from its place in its little metal stand and rubs it with a soft cloth until it gleams burnished and bright. She can feel the warmth to the stone, when she cups it in her palm with a rag in her other hand. Sometimes she imagines that it pulses, a pounding drumming beneath its surface like a heartbeat. But that's impossible: a stone is a stone. Hers may be cut and polished to look like an egg, but that hardly means it's alive.

"It's nothing," Maki tells herself sternly, a mantra she's picked up over the weeks. The egg is in her hand, warm between her fingers. "It's nothing," she repeats. "A stone is a stone."

It pulses against her palm; she tells herself she's imagining it.

She can't lie to herself any longer, though, when the egg trembles and shakes and the surface begins to break, when the stone fractures all over with hairline cracks. It comes apart in her hands, broken into iridescent tiny pieces that fall away to reveal the ugliest little bird Maki has ever seen.

It's bright orange, its feathers damp and sticking — what Maki can see of them, anyway. Great entire patches of its body are bare and bald, colored the flushed pink of new skin and just as damp as the feathers. Maki's nose wrinkles up at the mess of the thing. (She tells herself she's frowning, but when her lips pull, the motion is deceptively similar to a smile.)

As a child, Maki was never allowed to have pets. She lived in a nice home, with nice things, and animals could be dirty, and messy, besides being an awfully big responsibility for a girl. Maki tells herself that this is her motivation: she will raise the bird from its jeweled egg because it's come to her, and no one else can, and because it'll be the first time she's cared for a pet as her own.

It eats everything. Maki turns to the internet for resources on raising birds but none of the websites know what the bedraggled little thing is. It doesn't matter. She takes their advice on feeding and her new pet devours her offerings, choking them down in whole bites. It grows at an alarming rate — bigger and bigger, flourishing beneath Maki's care. It doesn't become any less ugly. Its feathers fill in but its plumage remains the same mottled orange-red, ragged at the edges and never all pointing in the same direction.

It's warm in Maki's hand, just like the egg. She cradles it in her arms when she practices, dumped into her lap as her fingers fly across the keys of her piano at home. Sometimes, the bird sings with her. Ugly as it is, its voice is lovely, matching Maki note for note then sliding into more of a harmony paired with her melody. The first time it happens, Maki stops outright, surprised at the talent of a creature so newly-grown.

She's far more surprised, a week later, when the bird flops off her bed, drags itself to the door, and bursts all at once into flames.

Those flames roar up, a pillar of fire erupting into existence in the space of seconds, blasting Maki's face and bare arms with inescapable heat. She's frozen, fixed in place by the sheer impossibility of what she sees. The fire doesn't consume; it burns in place, a wall of orange and red wrapped around the bright, white-hot heart that's flickering with blue, a portal onto something Maki cannot hope to comprehend.

Then the fire dies down, and in its place stands a girl. Her hair is the same orange-red as the bird's feathers; her skin is flushed pink all over, rosy like she has the beginnings of a sunburn. An infectious grin spreads across her face, cracking it wide with a glimpse of shining white teeth.

"Thank yoooooou," she declares, diving across the room to enclose Maki in a hug. "You took such good care of me, I almost couldn't believe it! But I have to ask you... Do you have anything to eat that's solid? Sweets? Candy? Ice cream? I'm so tired of ground chicken!"

Maki freezes again, motionless within the circle of warm, snug arms. Then the girl pulls back, looking her in the face, bright smile dimming to something less blinding as its overshadowed with concern. "Maki? Are you okay?"

"Am I okay," Maki echoes. "The bird I was raising just burst into flames."

"Well, yeah," the girl says. "But that's what we do, you know? Firebird, phoenix, the whole resurrection from the ashes thing. It's really not a big deal! Come on, show me your kitchen now that I'm big enough to walk around on my own. I want to do everything, I've been waiting to be back in the world for an eternity!"

Maki unsticks, a little bit at a time. She's still holding herself apart, carefully away; she's facing down a force of nature and though the firestorm has passed, she imagines she still feels heat on her face, a warmth in her cupped palms. Maybe this time, the warmth is purely from her.

(Maybe she kept that egg for a reason bigger than she ever could have known.)

"A-Alright," Maki says. "But you have to tell me your name. I can't call another girl 'bird' for all of forever... It would be, it would be rude."

"Oh! You're right, you're totally right. It's Honoka! But come on, now that I'm human, there's so much to do!"

Laughing, Maki allows herself to be dragged from the room.

Tags: prior major character death, supernatural elements, spirits
Word Count: 717
Rin/Maki (love live!)

Maki swallows as she looks her newest (and clearly "best-est" from the distance between them) friend as she smiles, with her entire body up, at her. She can feel her face heating up under the girl's stare, but blinking is out of the question.

The girl blinks easily. Then, she speaks. "You need something!" the girl declares.

"N-no, I don't!" Maki forces out, automatically, before she can think about whether there is something she needs. She feels out of place, like there's something she's forgotten. Something important about herself, or where she's going. Or perhaps where she came from.

"M'hm! You do!" Everything the girl says finishes with excitement. Maki isn't sure that she would be able to manage a piece of ending punctuation other than an exclamation mark.

She clasps Maki's hand and tows her into a small shop that she would swear wasn't there when she stepped past the space moments before when the girl had yet to capture her. But she's not sure that she stepped past anywhere to get to where she is now, reality feels unfocused and she thinks that's why she follows the girl's tug through the entrance.

The shop is tidy and corporate, Maki notes, as the girl hops around the desk that rests in the centre of the room. The girl then rifles through the drawers for something unknown. It sounds like there are at least five wind chimes between the six that she opens. Maki wonders if that is what she's supposed to need.

After some time, in which Maki reads the titles of the books (Theurgy research checklist for international dynamism operations, In the Realm of Verification and Moral Philosophy: Critical Encounters and The Encyclopaedia of Forms and Precedents), the girl erupts from under the desk with a cell phone clutched in her hand. She pokes at it with fervour, and then clasps it to her ear. Which is a gesture that she has to look at twice, because she's holding it much higher up than Maki would have expected. And she is doing that because that is where her ears are. Her pointed, cat ears.

Maki folds her arms and resolves not to stare. The girl turns as she evidently gets a response on the other end of the phone. "Nozomi!" she chirps, and then launches into a very fast conversation in something at least related to Japanese, but that Maki can't follow the words of.

She has a tail poking through the back of her shorts.

Maki stares. A blush creeps up over her cheeks.

"Okay, see you later! Love you!" the girl exclaims, then snaps the phone shut. She launches her smile at Maki again, but at least this time she's half-prepared and has the forethought to plant her feet.

The girl presses her lips against Maki's, then retreats to beam, work apparently done. Maki's throat refuses to produce words as much as she tries to work her lips into sounds.

"Nozomi told me that every girl needs a kiss! But I'm purrty sure she also thinks you need the usual thing. Will you be okay to stay here with me for a while?"

Maki's tongue still won't unstick from the bottom of her mouth, so she nods in reply, before she can turn the gesture into a refusal. She's not certain, and on some level wants to object, but she thinks the girl might be right.

The girl's shoulders soften and her tail comes to rest in a tidy curve off to one side. "It's nice to meet you, Maki. I'm Rin, me and Nozomi will help you find your way."

Maki's heart drops out of her chest. "Oh," she says.

The girl cringes, but circles her arms around Maki anyway. "I'm sorry," she says. "But you said you can stay here for a while!" She squeezes Maki in a hug. "We can play and have fun, until you work things out. Until you get what you need."

"Thank you," she replies. "Having a friend sounds-" she breaks off, to her horror, having to sniff to keep from erupting into tears. "Sounds nice." They can't be easy to come by, now that she's died.

Rin begins rubbing her back in small circles. Maki thinks that right at that second, that's what she needed.

tags: none; fairytale AU, magical songbird Kotori, hedge witch Hanayo
Ship: Koizumi Hanayo/Minami Kotori (love live)
Word Count: 1,219

There's a cottage in the woods Kotori sometimes flies over, a cottage that's old and falling-down and overgrown with vines. It's nestled in the densest part of the forest, where the underbrush grows thick and impenetrable above the ground and the trees are very close together. None of the other birds will fly over it. But Kotori does.

Kotori flies over the cottage and she always looks down, because there's something missing there, some absence that catches her eye. There's a hole in the wall of ivy and thorns, a hole just big enough for her to fit through.

One day, Kotori does just that.

It's sunny outside the cottage, brighter than Kotori might have thought to expect. There's a pear blossom tree in the yard out back, a yard that's thick with overgrown grass and untrimmed bushes, a jungle of plants gone wild from neglect. Kotori lands on one of the trees branches, looks up to the sky where there's a bright spot of blue that the trees cannot blot out, and lets her beak drop open with the song that's in her heart.

She sings and sings until she's hoarse with it, sings to the ivy, sings to the grasses, sings to the pear blossoms balled into tight little fists. She sings to the trees over her head and the sky far above, sings out the beauty of the world as she knows it until it grows stronger, better, greener for her singing. She sings life into the empty places, until she's empty herself and there's nothing left to give.

Then she flies away, back out through the little hole in the thorns.

The hole is wider, when Kotori returns. She flies over the cottage and some of the briars have been cleared away, pulled back as if by unseen hands. The grass is greener, if still tall enough to brush the bottoms of the windowsills, and the pear blossoms have begun to open. The scent of them is heavy on the air, a scent that smells of gentle dreams and fresh beginnings. Kotori darts down, flying into the garden.

She sits herself on a rosebush, careful of the thorns, and she sings. She sings of sunshine and spring rain, of the steady melody of growing things and of pattering raindrops, of bright bursting feelings that course through every creature's veins and beat in their living hearts. She sings until the air is alive with the sound of her voice, ringing like an echo of dreams she cannot know. She sings herself empty a second time, before slowly flying away.

It's summer, the next time Kotori flies over the cottage in the woods. The brambles have grown back, retreating into an orderly procession of rosebushes, their thorns turned toward protecting the buds just beginning to blossom on their branches. The ivy is flourishing, broad spade leaves shining emerald beneath the summer sun. The cottage might still look shabby and worn beneath its clothing of greenery, but it's stronger for the cloaking.

Kotori swoops down to land at the peak of the roof, fluffing her feathers and nestling down against the straw. She sings out, a questing note, small voice strong yet uncertain of the possibilities, singing out the promise of changes, of something new. She's always sung to the heavens for no reason better than because she can, because she's a bird and that's what birds do. They don't have hopes for themselves; they don't have dreams, or ambitions. Songbirds sing, providing the world with beautiful music.

Beneath her, one of the window sashes pushes up, opening the cottage to the warm summer air. Kotori trills a greeting that rolls around her and down, dives from her position to dart onto the windowsill. There's a girl behind the glass, a girl who ducks down to peer at her. Her eyes are bright and wide behind square spectacles.

"Was it you?" the girl asks, her voice soft and less than sure. "Were you the one who worked the magic that got everything growing right?"

Kotori chirrups, and jumps on the window ledge, her way of saying, yes.

The girl smiles, small and sad. "I'm a hedge witch, and I can't even grow the hedges right."

Are you sure? Kotori trills back at her, infusing the question into her song.

The girl sits back, stare sharpening behind her glasses. "I didn't think birds could talk."

Kotori cocks her head to the side. The girl laughs.

"I guess you're right. I am a witch; if I'm talking to birds, maybe they can talk back. Maybe this is my sort of magic, more than growing things ever was."

I think you grow beautiful things, Kotori sings to her. Even if we can't always find the way of things alone, maybe we aren't supposed to. Birds flock together for a reason. Don't people flock, too?

"You're very wise," the girl says. "For a bird."

Kotori trills again. She's heard stranger things, but she supposes it might be true.

"Stay a while," the girl says. "I might not be as bad at this as I thought, but you may be magic, too. Stay with me, at least until the rest of the garden is growing true."

Kotori cocks her head to the other side. She's always been a migratory sort, flying where the winds took her, moving south when the weather got cold and north again as the northern blossoms began to bloom. She hears the word stay and it's meaningless, as much as a bird brings meaning to anything.

"I'll feed you!" the girl adds. "I'm not very good with ivy and thorns, but I'm great at growing grain. Come autumn there will be all the wheat and barley and seeds you can eat! And berries, there are all sorts of berries. I guess... I guess those things didn't give me trouble, too."

Kotori trills at her.

The girl laughs, softer, warmer. "I'm a hedge witch, and I'm going to get good at it! Just you wait and see. My name is Koizumi Hanayo and I'm going to make this the most beautiful garden these woods have ever seen! And m-maybe after that, I'll get my business going again. Maybe customers will want to come and see."

She leans back, looking out through the window at the roses and the pear blossom tree and the riot of other indistinguishable growing things spreading out in every direction. There's determination on her face, and a smile tugging at her lips. "No one likes a hedge witch who the plants don't love. I want to be someone who shines like the sun, inspiring green things to grow."

Kotori peeps at her, and hops, her little voice rising with encouragement.

"Thank you," Hanayo says. "But come inside! I have seeds, and strawberries, and a hardworking little bird like you deserves a reward."

Kotori sings out, strong with the sound of sunbeams on new leaves, of dreams unfolding beneath the slow, steady beating of her wings as she flies through the window and follows where she's bid. Birds don't have hopes for themselves; they trade in song and pass joy to other people. Kotori can pass her joy in the cottage in the woods, for a while. It's always had that hole where only she could fit.

tags: none; magic AU feat. witch Maki and forest guardian Rin
Ship: Hoshizora Rin/Nishikino Maki (love live)
Word Count: 1,158

Maki pushes her hood back as she steps beneath the branches of the trees, feeling a wind on her face, a shiver down her spine. As soon as she's inside the forest she can sense the change as a prickle over her skin, sending gooseflesh spreading across her bare arms and up underneath the covering of her sleeves.

Maki is a witch, and she knows what protection magic feels like.

From a benevolent source, the gift of protection can envelope like a warm embrace, shining like sunlight through the cracks in one's defenses and making them strong. But when the protection is to keep someone out it can tingle like electricity, leaving a sour tang across the tongue and the smell of ozone in the air.

The forest's protection is a thing of its own: vibrating with promise, neither in warning or welcome. It's a wild thing, unpredictable. Maki pulls her hair out from her cape, and strides on, spine straight in anticipation of danger.

"I know you're there," Maki says, making a circle of protection over her chest for good measure. "You won't surprise me."

She says nothing else, because she has no intention of getting in the forest guardian's ill graces. Wild magic is beyond her understanding, allergic to rules and operating under its own will. Maki prefers the ritual of well-practiced spells, the way her voice sings out when she recites the words of an enchantment that's been passed down for years. Those magics resonate with her, through her, passing cleanly into the world at her whim alone.

Her ears are sharp, attuned to any changes on the air, to the cracking of twigs underfoot as well as to the more arcane crackle of magic or sizzle of a spell just starting to take hold. She would not have crossed onto the forest guardian's domain if she'd had another choice, and she supposes it will know as much. She does so out of necessity, and with no ill will. When it comes to wild magic, intention is everything.

"Who goes there?" a voice calls out, reverberating off of the trunks of the trees. "There is a beast on the purr-owl, and she doesn't take kindly to trespassers."

"I am only a traveler," Maki calls back. "Making my way through these woods to a destination past the trees."

"Is that all? Or do you have other business in my forest?"

Maki crosses her arms over her chest, but she's never been one to lie. And she would not wish to invite the forest guardian's ire. "I'd like to pick some of the plants that grow in a clearing toward the center of the forest, if I may. Nothing much. Just a few clippings."

There comes a rumble between the branches of the trees, rising up like the sound of a motor roaring to life, cut off with a snarl as the guardian silences herself. Then there's a rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs, followed by the thump of four feet hitting the ground as a great beast pounces over the rise to land on the path up above Maki. She's sleek and dark with a dappling to her fur, russet and brown and red in subtle patches, patterned to blend in with the variation of the trees. She rises up, shoulders un-hunching, ears swiveling, and shrinks into something more human on the spot.

"I'll have to supurrrrrr-vise the clipping of these cuttings," the girl says, shaking her head and narrowing her luminous golden eyes. "Those plants are also a part of my forest."

Maki is taken aback, first by the shape of the beast, elegant for all her looming, then at the ease of the transition between monster and girl. There are still ears atop the forest guardian's head, black as the night against the red of her hair, and the thin slice of a tail swaying behind her back, but aside from those telltale features she's deceptively human. Delicate, even, dainty in size and — dare Maki think it — shorter than she is when they stand face to face.

"Of c-course," she says, stumbling only slightly when she recovers. "I would never reject the forest guardian's own protection."

She sees it when the guardian falters, a flicker that's quick across her face before she's squinting suspicion at the word protection, bright eyes narrowed down to little slits.

"Who said that I would be protecting you?" she asks.

"I thought it was implied," Maki replies. "If I am in the forest guardian's company, I would be much surprised if anything in this woods dares to attack me. I doubt I'll be troubled at all."

The guardian rocks back on her heels, considering. Her face breaks out into a grin. "I like the sound of it! I'll protect you, little witch, from all of the dangerous beasts and monsters that roam beneath my care. And I'll protect them from you, come to think of it. Nothing will be harmed in this forest while I have breath in my body."

"H-Hey," Maki says. "I never said anything about being a witch."

The guardian sniffs — really sniffs, a long inhale as she leans in toward Maki, a smug little smile spreading across her face. "You don't have to say it. I can smell the stink of ritual magic on you. You're a witch! Definitely a witch."

"Hmph," Maki huffs to herself. "You don't have to say it like it's a bad thing."

"What? I never did. You just stink of witchery, that's all, I could smell it all the way from up there." She points at the top of the rise, and then farther, swinging her arm out and jabbing her finger toward the distance. "What else am I supposed to call it?"

"You could just call it a smell, not a stink," Maki says. "It sounds... More polite, that's all."

Rin sniffs again, like she doesn't think much of that plan at all. "You're a witch, and that's all that matters. What's your name, little witch, hey, hey? If I'm going to protect you, I think I'd ought to know."

"It's Maki," Maki says. "Nishikino Maki."

Despite herself, there's a smile of her own rising to her lips. She might not like wild magic much, unpredictable and traitorous as it can be, but she suspects she does like the guardian who commands it. She isn't what Maki might have expected at all. There's a... Warmth to her, that Maki never could have anticipated without feeling it for herself.

"Do you have a name?" she asks in return. "Or should I continue calling you 'guardian,' since that's what you are?"

"Rin!" the guardian says. "Rin of the stars and stalker of the trees, fierce protector of the Hoshizora Woods."

"Rin," Maki repeats. "Very well."

"Very well to you," Rin says. "Now come along. You have witchery to work, and I have a forest to protect!"

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Haikyuu!
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434 words, mirror guardian!Bokuto

Akaashi regards the bottle of pine-hickory oil in his hand carefully, and raises an eyebrow at Bokuto.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to have this?”

Bokuto flashes a thumbs up, smiling generously as he reassures Akaashi. “Yeah, it’s fine! I can get more from the Willow Witch during my next visit, so don’t worry about it.”

“Doesn’t she live a hundred and twenty candle winks away from here?” He inquires again. As much as he needs the oil as an ingredient for the sprouting potion he’s experimenting on, he’d feel a bit guilty if Bokuto had to travel past nearly half the state just to get a replacement. “Isn’t that troublesome for you?”

The other boy pointedly clears his throat, whirls around, vanishing into the long mirror behind him. The mirror’s surface wavers for a moment, then, its murky opaqueness finally gives way to Bokuto’s sunny expression. “Akaashi— have you forgotten that I’m a mirror guardian?” Quick as a passing shadow, he disappears from view, only to pop up again in a smaller circular mirror that Akaashi uses for divination. “I can go anywhere as long as the area has a mirror or something with a reflective surface, so there’s no need to worry about me! You’ve got enough on your plate as it is with All Hallow’s Eve reservations.”

Pocketing the bottle into his pouch, Akaashi nods in affirmation; ever since he had opened the doors of his brewery shop to the public, he had been flooded with all sorts of orders, ranging from bittersweet antidotes to rainbow-coloured temperament potions, and it’s been exhausting to try keep up with every customer’s request but Bokuto is always swift to help where he can— to varying degrees of success, that is. Akaashi recalls the one time the mirror guardian had accidentally spilt a cauldron full of dandelion puffs, staining the whole shop floor cloud white. Still, he appreciates the sincerity in Bokuto’s sentiment, and always leaves a bowl of rose caramel ice cream for him to enjoy as his show of gratitude.

(Akaashi likes seeing the happiness that loosens Bokuto’s features every time he digs in with a grateful you got me my favourite again!)

He picks the mirror that Bokuto’s currently in and places it on the window sill, huffing a soft laugh at Bokuto when he notices the boy squinting because of the sunlight pouring the panes. “I hope you don’t mind me putting you here for the moment. I need to charge some solar power for tonight’s scrying.”

Bokuto grins in reply. “I’m always up for a spot of sunbathing!”

Makoto Tachibana/Sousuke Yamazaki, Free!

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Weredog!Sousuke~

Words count: 612

A barely audible tickling disrupted the deep and silent night. No human’s ears could hear this –especially when the closest human was deep in his sleep. The man thought there were no problems to his plan. Everything was going to be all right.

The two men who were normally lived there were as expected asleep. No one would stop him from committing his crime. Quietly the robber closed the door behind him after he dislocated the lock. The darkness of the room welcomed him, thankfully he had a pocket lamp to guide him through the apartment. He had to be quick and efficient.

Yet the thief didn’t hear in his turn the growling noise coming from a room nor the soft mumble filled with sleepiness.

But Sousuke did not go back to sleep. He was certain he heard something. Fully aware of his environment, the dog started to leave the bed carefully to not wake up the other. He walked towards the source of the noise without making any.

Was it a cat who came into their home? How many times does he have to warn Makoto until he finally closed that cat flap? Sousuke dislike those animals but hadn’t said anything to please the other.

But when the dog heard a muffled curse, he realized there was no way this could be a cat. It was something much more urgent. All his attention was on this silhouette he could glimpse in their living room. Sousuke was waiting for the perfect occasion to strike at this bastard who dared to break into their home.

As soon as this man touched this picture of Makoto and he on the shelf, the dog forgot all precautions and patience to launch at this robber barking to awake his beloved of what was happening.

The man hadn’t expected a dog in the house –he was certain from his observation that there was no such animal in here. If he knew there was a German Shepherd in here, he would have never tried to break in. He tried to defend himself with a knife he had brought in case but it was useless. The advantage was clearly in favor of the dog who benefitted from a surprise attack.

When Makoto arrived panicked by the chaos he was welcome in the living room with a smug smirk from Sousuke sitting on a defeated thief. The man was bitten and seemed like he was done for the night. The policemen weren’t that much surprised as they knew Sousuke quite well from all those times he helped them catch criminals.

Yet they didn’t know his secret that only his family and lover were aware of.

“I told you we should really put that sign about dog warning.”

“But would you want to act like a dog outside? People would find it weird if they never see you with him.”

The same arguments over and over again. Nonetheless Sousuke had to admit that he wouldn’t particularly enjoy for instance to be forced to poop in front of everyone including Makoto. But…

“But what if that guy had hurt you or worst?”

The fears took over the anger. Sousuke wouldn’t want to lose the most precious person for something like this. Yet there was inconvenience even for him no matter what they chose.

“Are you this impatient to wear a collar and leash?” Makoto teased him, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere as he stroked Sousuke’s dog ears which were still present. His weredog was absolutely adorable whenever he was stroking his weak spots like his dog ears or tail.

“Only in private.” Sousuke mumbled as he leaned onto his lover’s touch.

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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, M

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

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

FILL: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA, G

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

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

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

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

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FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

Re: FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

Fill: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G