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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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This pleases me. :)

(Is it because they're jerks? I think they're jerks.)

Ooh, I really like this one! Especially the buildup from Makishima trying to convince himself he's worrying unnecessarily through to his spiders starting to bring back Toudou's broken things.

Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun (Daiya no A)
Just a little (yummy) nudity
Word count: 1370

Twitch, twitch. The annoying feeling of insects buzzing around his ears, grass mushing into his paws, and dampness soaking through his fur to make the craving for normality even more unbearable.

Two days he had been stuck like this, crawling around in all fours like some kind of animal- which is exactly what Kazuya’s current state of affairs entailed. Cravings for garbage and continuously washing his paws starting to cloud what little human judgement he had left.

The rain, that was gentle and almost soothing before starting to come down in buckets. Fur matted and cold against his skin as he tried to hide away in the driest spot, somehow managing to find one in the dugouts avoiding the worst of the downpour.

Hiding under the benches away from any threat of the deluge as he tried to dry off as best he could, shuddering against the damp air and gusts of wind… before a sudden noise made him retreat in fear.

“UGH! Why did it have to downpour while I was out running?!” The very familiar voice to Kazuya’s pricked ears getting closer.

Kazuya watching as a face he knew very well grew very near, fingers fumbling with untied laces before freezing- one little raccoon caught red-handed.

Puffs of air forming in the chilly wind, breath caught until realization dawned in a full-blown smile.

“Miyuki Kazuya! There you are, you have everyone worried sick!” Sawamura’s loud, booming voice announced making him shudder, reaching fingers making him slink even further back. “I know it's you, darn tanuki… this is what happens when you anger a fortune teller- they have ways of getting back at you!”

He didn't want to crawl towards the warmth reaching out, but it was better than being stuck out in the cold, damp, and dreary weather. Sawamura picking him up easily to brush his fingers ticklishly through fur before opening and placing Kazuya snugly against the warmth of his chest. Sawamura zipping his jacket back up securely before leaving the dry safety of the dugout to sprint back towards the dorms.

Kazuya meanwhile was stiflingly warm against Sawamura’s body, hearing his quickening heartbeat pounding just as loudly as the thunder booming overhead. The squishy sound of water underneath runners dissipating as Sawamura reached concrete walks and finally stopping in front of what must have been his own dorm room door.

Feeling far too safe and comfortable as Sawamura fumbled around in his pocket for keys before opening the door, the sounds of lights being turned on and shoes kicked off as Kazuya was carried carefully before he felt the pitcher sit slowly down onto his bed.

Hearing the zipper of Sawamura’s jacket open, Kazuya peered up into the brightness of the room before a fuzzy towel was wrapped around his still damp fur, the pitcher carefully starting to rub out the remaining wetness and chill from his body.

“There that should help,” Sawamura throwing the towel in the direction of his hamper before pulling off his soaked jacket to hang dry on the back of his desk chair.

Kazuya not able to help the shrill sound from escaping his mouth at noticing the pitcher’s own still wet locks, Sawamura turning in acknowledgement to notice where his attention was focused before swatting dismissively in his direction.

“Yes mama-tanuki, I'll make sure to dry my hair too…” Kazuya trying to look away but caught at the sight of so much sudden bare skin, soaked shirt collecting into a pile on the floor.

Sawamura (almost) looking as ridiculous as Kazuya himself… strands stuck out in all directions as he vigorously dried his hair quickly. Placing the same treatment on his toned arms and torso before Kazuya did have to look away. Sawamura quickly changing into a dry set of sleep clothes before stomping back to the bed.

“You're staying here tonight Miyuki Kazuya, then we’re fixing this situation tomorrow come hell or high water… and with the rain pouring the way it is, the second option might just win at this point.” Sawamura drawing back the covers so Kazuya could sneak underneath, the pitcher walking towards the door to switch off the lights before sliding underneath the sheets himself.

All Kazuya continued to feel was restless, thinking back to a boring Saturday afternoon when Sawamura had literally dragged the group of them into a tiny shop while in the city.

“We don't have these shops anywhere near home and I want to have my fortune read…” Sawamura whining until they all eventually caved into his demands.

Kazuya could still remember the smell of incense assaulting his nostrils, the harsh burn doing nothing to slow down Sawamura’s enthusiasm as the older fortune teller read his palm. Kazuya feeling his eyes repeatedly roll as Sawamura fidgeted excitingly; she had him eating out of the palm of his hand far too easily.

“What about you young man, do you want a turn to know what your future holds?”

Still remembering his grimace and cold eyes as words ground back between his teeth, “No thanks, I make my own future.”

Turning towards the door before the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, forcing him to turn around and face cold eyes staring at him straight back.

“You certainly will, be it the good with a fair mix of the wicked.”

Kazuya shaking his head once more before forcing his eyes away, feet guiding through the open door to background noise of Sawamura chastising him for offending such a wise and knowledgeable person.

Oh, if only he knew then what he did now…

But now Miyuki was sorely aware of just what power had been tucked away beneath wrinkled hands, terrified when he had woken up in the bundle of his sleep clothes before bolting through his door once opened by a roommate. Bushy tail waving behind him like a banner as he headed for the safety of the nearby bushes to a flurry of surprised shouts and hollers.

Safety that he now felt again pressed against Sawamura’s furnace-like warmth, paws still twitching in annoyance as he tried to calm down enough to sleep. The shock of ghost-like fingers surprising him to stillness as they swirled comforting patterns into Kazuya’s fur.

“I know it's hard Miyuki, but sleep will help things start fresh in the morning.”

Kazuya feeling his eyes droop along with Sawamura, fingers slowing with each other’s breaths as they both drifted off to slumber.

***

Kazuya wasn't sure what awoke him so suddenly in the middle of the night, but all he could focus on was the scorching warm surrounding him under the covers.

Shifting to get more comfortable as he felt a set of arms grab more firmly around his middle, toes twitching in impatience to escape the heat… toes?

Opening his eyes in the dim light to a very welcome feeling of being back in a very human body. A human body that he now realized was very nude underneath the covers. Fingers running through his very human hair where hours ago there had been fur, Sawamura making low mumbling noises in his sleep as Kazuya’s grin only grew wider.

Relieved to be back in a human body, a body he could actually play baseball in once again (although he had a lot of explaining to do with the coach and team) but he knew one solid fact as he remained transfixed on the slumbering pitcher curled into his chest; his battery partner would always have his back, no matter how strange the situation.

Kazuya throwing caution to the wind before leaning in to bury his face in Sawamura’s unruly hair, pressing a soft kiss against his temple before snugging back under the covers.
Decision made that tomorrow was finally the day he would reveal his (not so little) crush on one certain pitcher, just another way he would carve his own destiny after so many harsh lessons learned over the last couple days.

Missing the slight shift of eyes across from him and smirk curling sharper before they shut once again. Both taking solace in once another before having the face the harsh dawn on a new day.

The start of even more endless possibilities.

this is the CUTEST

1) Headcanon gladly accepted; I'll take dark Pokemon theories anytime.
2) Suga's last line...ouch, ouch, ouch. I'll be over in the corner crying with Oikawa over his poor Clefable if you need me.

This was really good!

I laughed the whole way through this. it's AWESOME.

Bokuto with magic though. DAAAAAAMN.

I thought the writing style on this worked really well! Somehow, having all of the horrible/terrifying things they experienced be recounted through a fairly detached report just seemed to increase the overall levels of creepiness.

SNICKERING LOUDLY AT THIS, c-cuuuute

Miyuki Kazuya & Sawamura Eijun, daiya no ace

kono bangumi wa goran no suponsaa no teikyou de okurishimasu:

undertale au

where sawamura is frisk and miyuki is chara

canon typical violence, canon typical supernatural things
884 words.

“Heya!” The golden flower chirps in a singsong voice. “I’m Flowey!”

Sawamura stares at the talking flower. Monsters really do exist, he thinks, and the voice inside of his head scoffs.

Flowey goes through a lengthy speech that Sawamura patiently listens to, because he’s Sawamura. The voice in his head groans about killing the flower just to make him shut up and Sawamura firmly shuts that voice down.

“Let’s go!“ Flowey cheers.

Sawamura startles when his SOUL leaps out of his chest, red heart and all, and Flowey hums as he explains that that’s Sawamura’s SOUL and how did he know that already?

“These, you see, are—“ Flowey glares at the empty space next to him and the voice notes that the text changes instantly before he got a chance to see it, “—friendliness pellets! Be sure to run into them!”

Well, doesn’t matter if I couldn’t read it. Avoid them all if you don’t want to get hurt.

Sawamura obeys and he sees a flash of anger cross over the golden flower’s face before it’s carefully smoothed over by another smile.

“Hoo boy, you miss all of them! Let’s try that again,” the golden flower chuckles and once again, the white pellets are summoned.

Did you see that expression? Yes. Dodge them.

Sawamura opts for a hesitant smile when he avoids the flower’s pellets.

“Oi,” the flower speaks and Sawamura stiffens when a demonic face overtakes the previous smile. “You know what’s going on, don’t you?”

Not really, Sawamura wants to say, but no words come to his mind. Instead, he manages to remain passive throughout it all. Good stuff.

“Ah, well,” the flower shrugs with the same smile, tilting his head in a serial killer-esque way. “I didn’t want to use this, but I guess I’ll have to.”

His SOUL is surrounded from all sides by the same white pellets, which slowly narrow in. Sawamura wonders if maybe he should have ran as soon as he saw his first monster, but the voice in his head is strangely silent. Perhaps they have given up on making it through this.

He moves his SOUL and the white pellets follow, making this agonizingly slow. The flower’s smile widens.

Well, Sawamura thinks, it’s not like he fell down here wanting to be alive at the end of it all.

The voice in his head snorts. Me neither, kid.

I’m not a kid, Sawamura can’t help the mental bark back, you don’t sound much older than me anyways.

Believe me, the voice says, I’ve seen enough to make me older than you by decades.

Sawamura sighs, a quiet exhale of air, and closes his eyes. He can’t bear to watch—

A single flame pops up and he turns to look at it, the golden flower yelping as it nears. Quickly, he flees.

“Are you alright?” A goat asks once there’s no sign of the flower, adjusting her glasses while wearing high heels. “You must have been frightened; it was a mean trick to play on you.”

Sawamura nods.

“My name is Takishima. I have a house in these ruins that is safe from these monsters Come with me,” she says and extends a furry paw, “I’ll lead you to safety.”

Sawamura ignores the voice in the back of his head and takes it.

**

Sawamura stares at the dummy.

Here, the voice says, let me take over. Take a nap for now. I’ll wake you up when it’s all over.

Sawamura narrows his eyes. What, he thinks.

Trust me, the voice replies, we’re partners, aren’t we?

That means we’re equals, Sawamura shakes his head, so we’ll do things my way, sometimes, and then we’ll do things your way, sometimes.

Takishima looks on expectantly.

Sawamura pats the dummy on the head. He ignores the voice that’s currently cracking up and howling in laughter and turns to Takishima.

She has the tiniest of smiles. Sawamura takes it as approval.

**

Sawamura tells a joke to a frog monster—Froggit—and the frog laughs in a series of ribbits and hops away.

Isn’t this nice, he tells the voice.

I guess. The voice sounds like they’re sulking. Sawamura hums and continues along his way.

**

Seeing such a charming house in the ruins fills you with DETERMINATION.

Sawamura hesitates, reaches out, and touches the glow. He feels warmth fill him again, wounds from monsters who struck too soon mending.

**

Takishima isn’t hurting him anymore, Sawamura realizes. He moves his SOUL into the path of her flames and they fly away, as if repelled.

He chooses to SPARE.

SPARE.

SPARE.

SPARE.

“Thank you,” he whispers as Takishima hugs him, rubbing her back. She lets go first, looks at him one last time, then walks back to the house, her heels clacking all the while.

Huh, the voice says, didn’t think that would work.

Let’s not fight anyone, Sawamura says with sheer DETERMINATION, we’ve made it to the end of the ruins without lifting a single blade.

Yeah, like your stick would do much now, the voice groans. I’m—god, that bandage is disgusting. How many times have you used it?

Sawamura checks to make sure that that bandage is still firmly wrapped around his wrist. It is.

Let’s go, Sawamura says instead. The voice is oddly silent.

Narumiya Mei & Sawamura Eijun, daiya no ace

kono bangumi wa goran no suponsaa no teikyou de okurishimasu:

undertale genocide route au

where sawamura is frisk and narumiya is chara

canon typical violence, canon typical supernatural things, narumiya breaking hte fourth wall
678 words.

Sawamura stares at the dummy.

Here, the voice says, let me take over. Take a nap for now. I’ll wake you up when it’s all over.

Sawamura narrows his eyes. What, he thinks.

Aw, come on! Trust me, the voice replies.

I, Sawamura hesitates, I guess.

Listen, the voice laughs and mentally he can feel a grip around his wrist, threatening in its own way. I know my way in this underground more than you do. I’ve got this.

Alright, Sawamura agrees and slips into darkness.

**

Narumiya stares at the dummy.

“Takishima,” Narumiya says and she startles with the unfamiliar voice coming from what she thought was a mute child, “I don’t want to talk to it.”

“Well,” Takishima fumbles briefly, “you can also run away, if you’d like.”

“I’d rather,” Narumiya yawns and plucks the head off as if picking fruit, “do this instead.”

Takishima looks worried. Good.

**

Sawamura still slumbers in his mind, so Narumiya takes it upon himself to clean up the ruins.

DETERMINATION flares up outside of Takishima’s house. Ah, he sighs in relief as he stretches with a toy knife clutched in his left hand as he touches the glow with his right hand, that’s the last of them.

Then, again his better judgment, he turns around and waits.

But nobody came.

**

It’s me, Narumiya.

**

Where are the knives.

**

“I was,” Takishima hisses with the wound that runs across her chest, her glasses askew as she pants, “I was wrong about you.”

“Cry me a river,” Narumiya rolls his eyes because even slashing her wouldn’t do any good—he’s done enough damage, he just has to wait it out.

“I thought that I was protecting you from them,” Takishima’s going to fade any moment now, thank god, “but now I see who I was really protecting.”

With that she fades away. Narumiya hums as his LOVE goes up.

**

Narumiya doesn’t even stiffen when he feels eyes on him. Instead, he pauses and then turns.

“Oi,” Narumiya says, “you’ve read through something similar before, haven’t you? Did it end better last time? If your answer was yes, then why did you choose to read this one as well?”

He continues walking.

**

“Turn around,” the voice says, “and shake my hand.”

Narumiya turns around and places his hand in a bony grip. Instantly, a whoopee cushion erupts and he wrinkles his nose.

“Haha,” a skeleton with rectangular wide-rimmed glasses says, “gets them every time.”

Narumiya glares at him.

“I’m Kazuya,” the skeleton continues, impervious to the glare. “What’s your name?”

Narumiya glares harder.

“Woah,” Kazuya puts his hands up, “my bad.” They wait for a bit and then—

“Hey, my brother is coming soon—he’s really interested in catching a human, so how about you hide behind that conveniently-shaped lamp for a moment?”

Narumiya’s still glaring. He doesn’t move.

“Uh,” the skeleton scratches his back, “you alright there, buddy?”

Narumiya hears footsteps behind him. He wonders if he should brandish the toy knife now or later.

He chooses now.

“Woah,” Kazuya puts his hands up, “no one’s fighting anyone. Here, just—“

“Kazuya!” The voice cries out. Narumiya stares directly at the skeleton, who seems to be sweating. “What is all this ruckus about?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Kazuya fakes a yawn and stretches, “I was just, you know, checking out the snow. Still cold. Still white. Good stuff, really.”

“I cannot believe you are shirking on your work duties!” The voice yells and Narumiya wonders what it would sound like dying. “Well, I mean, I can, because that’s all you ever do!”

Kazuya gives a helpless shrug.

“Well, anyways,” the voice says, “I will continue my search for a human. Let me know if you see one!”

He hears the crunch of snow. They’re gone.

“Hey,” Kazuya says after two minutes of complete silence, “you should keep on pretending to be human.” Then, in a blink, he’s gone.

Narumiya smiles.

aaaaaa;; thank you so much!! i'm glad you liked it!!

tags: explicit sexual content, asphyxiation, bodily fluids (vomiting), dubious consent, age gaps (unrequited), supernatural elements
Ships: Miyuki Kazuya/Miyuki Kazuya, Miyuki Kazuya/Kataoka Tesshin (unrequited), (Miyuki Kazuya/Unidentified Malevolent Spirit)
Word Count: 1,125

I finally wrote something that requires me to link on AO3 take this heaping of YIKES!!! away from me

it's sexy YIKES, at least, kind of sort of. half of a good time is had.

this was so sweet!! i honestly love mer eijun so much

Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, Daiya no Ace
no tags, Thất Tịch AU or probably better known as Tanbata AU
Words: 1013

Ryousuke hated summer rain the most. He hated the way it made him feel humid and sticky. He hated how the rain set the sky in gloom and how it confined him to his home on the bank of the star-speckled river. Even if he stood at the very edge of the riverbank, he couldn’t see across the river through this storm. It was beyond frustrating.

Nevertheless, just like every other year, Ryousuke found himself standing out in the rain, watching as the drops dappled rippling rings on the starry river. His hair clung to his face and his soaked clothes felt heavy on his body, but Ryousuke remained adamant. Perhaps what he hated most of all about this situation was how passive it made him. Ryousuke was always the type of person to take what he wanted without hesitation, but the deal that he had struck had him practically in shackles.

“You may only see your lover once a year.” How cruel was that?

Ryousuke glared at the rainclouds with a stern expression, so focused that he almost didn’t notice Haruichi approaching with an umbrella. Ryousuke turned slightly to see Haruichi in his long red gown, looking nice and dry. It occurred for a moment that, in comparison, Ryousuke must have looked rather silly.

“Aniki,” Haruichi said. “You won’t stop the rain by just glaring at it.”

“Watch me,” Ryousuke said.

“You’ll get sick, Aniki,” Haruichi continued, concern evident in his voice. “Please come inside. Father will get upset if you get sick.”

Ryousuke hummed, frustration gnawing at him. “Perhaps Father should have thought of this before he separated us,” Ryousuke said with an icy smile before turning back to the river. “I will wait out here until the ravens come.”

Haruichi frowned and there was a long pause. Ryousuke could imagine what Haruichi looked like even when he was standing behind him, probably fidgeting with his gown, opening and closing his mouth like a fish like he wasn’t quite sure how to say what he wanted to say.

“If you have something to say, spit it out,” Ryousuke almost snapped.

“What if the ravens don’t come today, Aniki?” Haruichi finally said. “It was like this last year, too. With rain this hard, surely they couldn’t–”

“Then I’ll swim,” Ryousuke said, he held his head high and looked across the river towards a bank he couldn’t see in this weather. “If you think a little rain will stop me from seeing Youichi for two years, you are clearly underestimating me, Haruichi.”

“I’m not doubting you, Aniki—I just want you to be safe,” Haruichi said.

Ryousuke automatically felt guilty. He let out a heavy sigh. “I know,” he said with a soft voice. He turned to look over his shoulder at Haruichi. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and come keep me company with that umbrella of yours, then?”
Haruichi bounded over almost obediently, dutifully shielding Ryousuke’s head. Ryousuke smiled, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Never fall in love, Haruichi,” Ryousuke instructed with disdain in his voice. “It’s quite troublesome.”

“I know,” Haruichi said.

--

“Aniki! Aniki!”

Ryousuke awoke to Haruichi shaking his shoulder. The night sky shone over them, stars reflected on the river. Haruichi’s umbrella was folded in front of them and Haruichi himself wore a huge grin. Ryousuke wondered, first, when he fell asleep. His second thought was one that made him sit right up, awake as ever.

It had stopped raining.

“Look,” Haruichi said, pointing at the ravens the flew overhead. Ryousuke gave them a tiny wave, still dazed as they lined over the river, their heavenly magic turning them into a bridge.

Ryousuke stood to his feet, looking back at Haruichi as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“Go!” Haruichi urged him. Ryousuke only nodded in response, his heart beating faster and his throat growing dry as he walked towards the bridge. Across the river, Ryousuke could see a tiny figure walking towards him.

Ryousuke had never been one to lose his cool. In fact, even in times of great panic or great joy, Ryousuke liked to approach these situations with a simple smile and ambiguous comments. However, when Ryousuke thought of Youichi at the other end of that bridge, he remembered the man he had married—the man he was willing to give his entire life for, and Ryousuke walking quickened to a run.

Youichi’s figure grew clearer as he ran towards Ryousuke as well, an undeniable wide grin on his face and his eyes squinting with joy. Ryousuke almost stopped in his steps as his chest began to swell with emotion.

Ryousuke all but leaps into Youichi’s arms, scooping his cheeks in his hands and pulling him down for a kiss that made Ryousuke want to melt right into the river. Youichi’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist like he was afraid to let go. Ryousuke felt something wet on his finger tips and he broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together.

“My strong and talented cow herder,” Ryousuke began playfully. “Are you crying?”

“Wha—no!” Youichi obviously lied through a choked sob. “I just—I missed you so much Ryo-san.”

“Me too,” Ryousuke said. He wrapped his arms around Youichi’s neck and leaned in once again. “I missed you more than you could ever know, Youichi.”

Youichi laughed a laugh that almost sounded hollow. “You wanna bet?”

Ryousuke’s heart ached in his chest. This is what he had been missing for the past two years—Youichi’s beautiful voice, the way he kisses Ryousuke like he was made for him, the way he would make Ryousuke feel warm and safe with a single look. And they only had about four hours left before their day together was over.

Loving Youichi hurt. It caused Ryousuke pain that no one could quite understand—not even Haruichi. And yet, at that moment, Ryousuke felt like all of that pain was worth it if he could be loved by Youichi just like this. Even if it was only for a single, ephemeral day in a year.

no tags, daisuga, Pokemon Go AU
1860 words

Murmurs swept through the crowd as they gathered in the park square, their eyes flickering between their phone screens and the stage. The words “First Annual Pokémon Go Hunt” were displayed on a projector screen behind the podium, along with a countdown timer. Daichi hummed along to the Elite Four theme song that was blaring from the speakers, smiling to himself as he glanced up at the stage. Most of his friends also played the game but they hadn’t been able to take time off work or school to be here. He’d been instructed to catch enough rare Pokémon for all of them—and he was in it to win it.

The countdown clock suddenly flashed red and the crowd let out a collective gasp. The number “10” replaced the words on the screen and Daichi swore he could have heard the guy next to him yell; Daichi couldn’t blame him. He too was tapping his foot impatiently as the number changed to a bright “9”, then an “8”, and when the screen flashed “7” his heartbeat began to race. The crowd started to yell the numbers out loud as they hit “6”, then “5”, and Daichi was pretty sure that he screamed when they hit “4”. “3”, “2” and “1” took long, far too long to appear, and when the timer hit “0” and the barriers around them swung open people begun to pour out into the park. Daichi began to sprint too, but not before he heard the announcement from the speakers:

“The Legendary Pokémon Jirachi will be released in the park during this hunt only—watch out for it!”

The gardens were large and sprawling, spanning at least forty to fifty blocks of land. It was fairly likely that people might miss Jirachi if they weren’t in the right place at the right time; he would have to find people to cooperate with and communicate with so one of them could rush to the other’s location if Jirachi was found. There was really no doing this alone.

Daichi sprinted into a large field of baby’s breath flowers, glancing around for anyone who looked friendly and who might have been by themselves. People were already huddled in groups, discussing strategy. He glanced down at his screen. There was a Zubat in the corner. No Jirachi, or potentially friendly faces in sight.

He frowned. Damn. There was always walking up to an entire group of strangers and asking if he could work with them, but the thought of being alone in a clique of people who already knew each other was hardly appealing. Working with someone one-on-one, or one-on-two seemed to him like a much more viable strategy.

Daichi looked up from his screen. Ahead of him stood the most beautiful stranger where there hadn’t been anyone before-- it as though he’d appeared out of stardust. The stranger tore his gaze away from his phone, turning up and beaming in Daichi’s direction. A flush spread across his cheeks. Well, that was certainly an alternative. Before he could say anything, or even muster up enough composure to smile back, the other man extended him a hand and a wink.

“I’m Sugawara Koushi, but my friends call me Suga. Would you like to work together?”

In a muddle of flushing and stuttering and stumbling over words, Daichi somehow managed to work out a strategy with Suga. He would search the upper half of the park, while Suga would search the lower half; they would call the other immediately if they saw Jirachi floating around anywhere and send them their exact location. This, Suga had pointed out with an elbow nudge, would require Daichi to give him his number. Daichi wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to do so without somehow falling on his face.

They parted ways with a “Good luck!” and a “See you later!”, and Daichi was on his merry way. Now he was out of Suga’s vicinity he could feel his heart rate slowing down and his breath calming. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

Daichi hadn’t checked Pokémon Go for an entire fifteen minutes. Who was this Suga person, and what had he done with the real Daichi?

He steeled himself. That was enough worrying about handsome strangers with gorgeous smiles. They had a legendary Pokémon to catch. Daichi opened up the Pokémon Go app again, scanning the area for anything interesting. He spun a Pokéstop with a Lure Module attached to it, and a couple of Rattata showed up. His finger hovered over one of the critters so he could catch it before a text appeared on his screen. His heart fluttered like a Zubat’s wings.

It was Suga. Daichi tapped on the text. His new friend had just sent him a screenshot of a newly acquired Machamp.

Suga: Should I name it after you?

A hot flush crossed Daichi’s face. He was suddenly very self-conscious about how he hadn’t gone to the gym in a few weeks. Still, he somehow managed to type back a semi-coherent reply.

Me: I mean, I don’t have four arms, but if you’d like!

Suga’s reply was quick, brutal, and a super effective critical hit.

Suga: There’s still some resemblance. I’ll think about it.

Daichi wanted to type something back, but he wasn’t sure if there was anything to say in response that wouldn’t be either self-aggrandizing or terribly embarrassing. He tucked his phone in his pocket for a minute before remembering that he was supposed to have it out, and he dragged it out again, only to see that Suga had sent him another text.

Suga: I loved the Jirachi movie as a kid. I’m quite excited that we’re catching it. Do you think it’ll grant us a wish if we catch it?

Daichi quickly hammered out a response.

Me: Yeah. That would be very nice.

He opened the Pokémon Go app, refusing to be distracted by this cute stranger for very much longer.

A Porygon appeared on his screen and Daichi’s eyes widened like dinner plates. He quickly tapped on the Pokémon, zooming into it and preparing to swipe like a madman. The words “CP 23” hovered over the geometric bird.

If he hadn’t just bought his phone with his hard-earned money, Daichi would have thrown it on the ground and stamped on it like that guy from the Durarara!! anime.

He swore underneath his breath. This was the first Porygon he’d seen in his six months of playing, and it was 23 CP. 23 entire CP. Nevertheless, he fed it a Razz Berry and threw it a Great Ball. The “Great!” on his screen did little to soothe his broken heart, and so did the 650 EXP bonus he got for his throw. Daichi groaned as Porygon was registered to his Pokédex. It was like a leaky antique vase: rare, beautiful but ultimately useless.

Daichi had to tell someone about this. Suga was the best, and only candidate. He took a screenshot and sent it over, and Suga’s reply was almost instantaneous.

Suga: Oh my god.
Suga: I’m laughing so hard at you right now.
Suga: I don’t know whether to be jealous of you, or to offer my condolences. This is the best thing I’ve seen all day. I am so sorry.
Me: THANKS. Rub it in.
Me: Maybe if I pray hard enough to Jirachi it will become stronger???
Me: MAYBE IF I CATCH ANOTHER TEN THOUSAND PORYGONS OH MY GOD

Daichi opened the Pokémon Go app. He could picture Suga sitting in a field of flowers, clenching his stomach and laughing his ass off, tears leaking out of his eyes. Maybe he’d caught some other good Pokémon. Maybe he hadn’t, but at least one of them was gaining some amusement from Daichi’s misery. Daichi grimaced, ready to go in and catch another Pidgey. There was no recovering from this.

His phone buzzed with another message.

Suga: Would you really waste your one wish on a phone app game, though?
Suga: I can think of a million better things to wish for.

Daichi felt his heart stop, and gathered all his courage.

Me: Such as what?
Suga: I’ll tell you after we catch Jirachi.

The default iPhone ringtone blared from his phone, and Daichi nearly dropped it in shock. Suga was calling. Nervously, he pressed the green “Accept” button, only to hear excited babbling from the other side.

“Daichi! It’s here, it’s here, come over to the ivy arches now, come faster.”

Daichi murmured a “I’m coming right now” and hung up immediately. He began running towards the ivy arches at the speed of light, at a pace he hadn’t matched since his days as volleyball captain in high school.

Just minutes later, he showed up where Suga was, panting. Suga reached out a hand to pat Daichi’s back as opened up his app. The loading bar started to fill and Daichi had a sudden thought: this would be the worst possible time for it to hang.

The bar loaded and the map appeared. Jirachi was floating just next to his trainer, leaving a trail of sunshine and light in its wake. Daichi crossed his fingers behind his back. “Please work,” he muttered, tossing Jirachi a Razz Berry before catching it in an Ultra Ball in one shot.

The Ultra Ball shook once, shook twice. Three times, then a burst of stars in the air behind it. Daichi felt his jaw drop.

“Oh my god.”

“Congratulations!”

Daichi glanced up from his phone to find Suga beaming at him, arms wide open for a hug. In his total shock he forgot to be embarrassed and returned it with no hesitation, allowing Suga to envelop him in an embrace. They pulled away, and Daichi looked down at his phone screen. Jirachi, event-only, 2121 CP.

“This can’t be real,” Daichi murmured. Now that a sighting of Jirachi had been announced, more and more people were starting to show up at their location. People were yelling with excitement as they managed to capture it, loudly announcing how much CP their catch had. Daichi was grinning so widely his cheeks began to hurt. Suga elbowed him lightly.

“I think I’m done hunting Pokémon for the day. Do you want to sit down somewhere to talk?”

Daichi nodded. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

Two hours and five cups of coffee between them later, Daichi had learned a lot about Sugawara Koushi. He worked as a teacher in the local high school and had played volleyball into university. His favorite Pokémon was Furret, and he liked spicy food and dark comedy movies. He was sarcastic and sharp with a great sense of humor. Most of all, he was also on Team Instinct, and he seemed to like Daichi back, which was a great start.

Daichi laughed at another one of Suga’s jokes, setting down his cup of coffee. Suga was leaning back in the soft lounge chair, drumming his fingers against the arm rest. He smiled, and Daichi found himself grinning back.

“Hey, you never did tell me what you were wishing for.”

Suga winked, and Daichi felt his heartbeat race once again.

“I think I already got it.”

Edited 2016-07-30 09:13 (UTC)

HOT A FUCKING WHAT

no tags, fire emblem awakening au, bokuaka
454 words

Light pours in from their window, filtering through the curtains and shining brightly on Bokuto’s face. Akaashi yawns, rubbing his eyes as he wakes into consciousness, watching the world come into focus bit by bit. He’s surrounded by warm sheets and a soft bed and lying next to the king of Ylisse; he’s lying next to Bokuto Koutarou and two weeks ago they saved the world. Akaashi presses his face into Bokuto’s shoulder and a smile tugs at his lips.

This moment is so perfect he wants to take it, set it in stone and lock it away tightly, but moments are meant to be savored and shared. Bokuto was the one who taught him that. “Good morning sunshine,” he whispers, tapping his husband on the shoulder. Bokuto awakens with a soft yelp and Akaashi laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around him and pressing a kiss on his bare skin. “The sun is up and your kingdom awaits you. We should probably get out of bed soon.” Bokuto mumbles something about five more minutes under his breath, burying his face into the pillow. Akaashi clicks his tongue.

“You can kill a dragon and drag me out of being possessed, but you can’t get up in the morning to serve your country.”

Bokuto groans in response. “Sounds about right,” he mutters, though his eyes flicker open and he turns around to face Akaashi. He pulls Akaashi closer to him, leaning in so their foreheads touch. “What about I get out of bed when you do?”

Akaashi pulls away, laughing. “You smell like morning breath.” He rolls towards the edge of his bed and steps out of the warm sheets, reaching out so Bokuto can take his hand. “Come along. It isn’t that difficult.” Bokuto sighs, ducking into the bedsheets.

“Another five minutes,” he pleads, and Akaashi rolls his eyes but lets it slide. The people don’t need both their kings this morning, anyway; the demands of peacetime are a lot less taxing than those of war. Akaashi walks down to the throne room only to find that their son from the future, Semi is awake. He is talking to his younger self, teaching him how to walk. Akaashi turns away, smiling to himself.

The events of the past year or so have been wild, even if he says so himself. He’s finding it difficult to adjust to this peace, almost—he almost wants to say he misses certain things about wartime. The camaraderie, the campouts, the late-night conversations with his army. Yet he wouldn’t trade this for anything else.

He gets to wake up next to Bokuto every morning knowing that he’ll be there the next, and he wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything else.

1312 words. Themes of Cannibalism, Blood, Body Horror, Sexual Content although most of these are internal monologue and implication rather than actual things that happen :U nobody gets eaten or has sex lol

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutaro, side kuroken, Haikyuu!!

Tokyo Ghoul AU ~~(it's a miracle my sinful hands haven't written more of these at 3 am, scent marking is Relevant To My Interests)~~

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Akaashi inhaled fresh air and held it for a long moment.

Hot pavement, the salt of sweat, rubber soles of sneakers, freshly cut grass, car exhaust from the parking lot, meat charring in the kitchens.

Today's training was finally over, but there were days to go before the camp was complete. He exhaled slowly, and wiped beads of sweat from his brow. He came outside the gym to clear his overloaded senses. Attending the training camp had been a miscalculation on his part. He thought himself naïve to risk so much over a childish game.

No, he was still in control. He could handle this. It was just volleyball, same as always.

Breathe in, hold it, count to twenty.

Akaashi was still too warm. His pulse thrummed just beneath his skin, fluttering at his wrists where he could feel it, pooling heat around his shoulder blades.

Exhale slowly, then inhale again.

He needed to get away before the meal started. He needed to get away from –

"Hey hey, Akaashi! Going for a walk? I'll come with you!"

A sweaty hand clamped firmly down on his shoulder. Akaashi shrugged aside Bokuto's casual touch, but not before his staggeringly powerful scent crashed over him. A rush of fierce heat coiled deep in his belly in response. He disguised his gasp with a polite cough, head swimming in musky overtones, oak and earth and a hint of something spicy on his palate – cinnamon? Clove? His body odor was poorly masked with commercial deodorant, the chemical scent of which mercifully acted as a bitter repellant on his tongue.

"Bokuto-san," Akaashi snapped, a little more curt than he intended. "I came outside for peace and quiet. Perhaps you can bother Kuroo-san right now."

"But Aka-aa-ashi," Bokuto whined, dragging out the syllables in his name. "Kuroo's playing with Kenma and it's not time for dinner yet. I'm hungry."

Same, Akaashi's mind supplied darkly. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he quickly stuffed them into his pockets and began walking away. Bokuto trailed eagerly after him, undeterred by his seeming apathy.

Bokuto was warmth personified, he was a sunny smile and a booming voice and eyes of molten gold, a larger than life presence that filled the room and drew all eyes to him. Some eyes lingered longer than they were supposed to. Some eyes just couldn't stop staring from the shadows.

Eyes like Kuroo's, Kenma's, Tsukishima's, and his.

It was a mistake to come to training camp where there were other ghouls like him masquerading as normal high school boys. They were all suppressing the flash of their kakugan when they got too excited over a good spike, faking their enthusiasm over putrid meals they couldn't digest, making awkward eye contact with each other across the court because they all knew each other's deadly secret and had to pretend they didn't.

It would have been a mistake to not go to camp, though – with the way Bokuto attracted trouble like a magnet without ever realizing the danger he was in. How could one human unwittingly spend so much of his time around ghouls and remain unscathed?

Akaashi didn't leave it up to chance: he had leverage over the mated pair, at least. Kuroo wouldn't harm Bokuto so long as Akaashi stayed away from Kenma. Mutually assured destruction was a good title for the knife's edge trust he shared with Nekoma, though he didn't dislike them, personally. He hoped it never came to that.

(He was wary of Tsukishima, though. He had not yet pinpointed the Karasuno ghoul's weakness. And his persistent scent kept rankling Akaashi's ingrained desire to mark and possess, the ghoulish instinct to claim Bokuto as his territory before a rival could take him away.)

He shook his head, realizing he was spacing out in front of Bokuto. They were walking along the field, Bokuto chattering animatedly, waving his hands to exaggerate whatever story he'd launched into. It was very distracting to have him so close, to catch whiffs of cinnamon spice every time the wind shifted direction. The cheap deodorant was already waning, and Akaashi resisted his wild urge to inhale deeply, knowing full the effect Bokuto's scent had on his treacherous body.

He watched instead, although that too proved dangerous. Bokuto held a lot of power in his broad frame for one so painfully human. He was scant centimeters taller than Akaashi but significantly heavier, corded with muscle thickest in his shoulders, arms, thighs. Pheromones were going to be the death of him, Akaashi decided grimly. He'd never make it to the end of training camp.

Dark eyes lingered on the tantalizing sliver of bare skin between Bokuto's gym shorts and his over-long kneepads, and god, did he want to eat him or mate him?

Both, both, devour him whole, answered the frisson of heat down his spine. Bokuto turned to face him with that sunny smile, and Akaashi's last vestige of control snapped.

The ghoul lunged.

His pulse roared in his ears as he shoved Bokuto to the ground faster than his eyes could follow, fingers digging into the meat of Bokuto's biceps as he straddled his lap. The sclera of his eyes bled dark, irises flashing a predatory red. They caught the sun's dying light and shone with the preternatural glow of tapetum lucidum as Akaashi stared him down.

Bokuto's jaw gaped open in shock, spluttering on syllables he couldn't quite spit out in the right order.

"Ah – wha-?! Aka, you, I mean-! How are you stronger than me?!"

Akaashi huffed a mirthless laugh, because of course that's the detail Bokuto would latch onto, not that his underclassman was a monster in human shape pinning him to the ground. The fool had no sense of danger.

He tried to pull back, he really did, but the scent was irresistible, and his eager body refused to comply now that they were alone. Akaashi had officially lost control. His teeth nipped bruises, tongue darting out to taste the salt beading on bare skin, and Bokuto could no longer stifle a loud moan. The wing spiker's hands moved automatically to grasp at his back for support.

Akaashi gasped as his kakuhou finally burst under the touch and spilled blood red from above his shoulder blades. His ukaku crystallized into wings that blazed redder than the sunset.

They both stilled.

Akaashi's fingers twisted in Bokuto's shoulders. He was panting with the effort it took not to bite for real, with that jugular pulsing so close to his lips. The other ghouls would smell his kagune a mile away. Would they betray him now?

(Would they come to save Bokuto from him? Did that constitute betrayal, because Akaashi would fight for the right to keep him no matter who saw. Let them try.)

"You have wings, Akaashi…! You're like a beautiful angel," Bokuto blurted in a daze.

"Bokuto-san, you should be afraid of ghouls," Akaashi corrected breathlessly. Black and red eyes narrowed into a skeptical glare.

"But I really like you, Akaashi," Bokuto whined, squirming restlessly beneath his weight. "This means you like me too, right? You must like me a whole lot to show me this," he grinned, gesturing at the fiery wingspan casting them both in flickering red light.

"I do like you a lot," Akaashi murmured.

He buried his face in the crook of Bokuto's neck, rubbing his cheek against bare skin, drowning himself in the musk. He wanted to wear this scent, and he wanted Bokuto to wear his, and every ghoul would smell the way they mingled together and know who Bokuto belonged to. Akaashi inhaled as deeply as he could, and as he shuddered out an exhale, he realized he would sooner starve than eat Bokuto.

"Then I've got nothing to be scared of," Bokuto replied simply, nuzzling back, and how right he was after all.

This is so gorgeous! I especially really love Kiyoko's hair.

teehee does this meet your KuroBokuAka needs ;)

my phrase of choice is usually "overrated smug gray rubber tubes"

I usually reserve that level of invective for pandas.

This was super fun and also made me sad because of how much I still miss General Hammond.

Narumiya Mei &/ Tadano Itsuki, daiya no ace

kono bangumi wa goran no suponsaa no teikyou de okurishimasu:

hogwarts au

canon typical supernatural things
506 words.

“I’ve enchanted some sort of Muggle contraption,” Tadano calls out and there are a series of white small balls floating in the air as he points his wand at them. “Are you ready to dive, Mei-san?”

“Yes,” Narumiya says in a way that suggests he was born ready. One of the few traits about Narumiya that Tadano likes. Well, that’s a lie, Tadano thinks, because there are a lot of things about Narumiya that he really likes.

“Alright,” Tadano says and Narumiya flies in lazy circles above the practice field on which he’s standing. “I’ll count—“

“Don’t bother,” Narumiya replies, “just send them out and see how fast I can catch them all.”

See? There are a lot of things about Narumiya that he really likes.

Without warning, he flicks his wand up. All five small balls spread out in different directions, whizzing with a swish of his wand, changing in both speed and direction as they sore through the fields.

Narumiya’s already caught two, having dove at a dangerously steep angle that Tadano’s only seen him pull off. The two balls are clasped in his right hand while his left head steadies himself on the broom, staring intensely at the space right in front of him.

It’s frustrating when Tadano himself cannot keep track of all the balls, focusing on the one that he’s been eying this entire time. He makes sure to keep it out of Narumiya’s way—he doesn’t want the other to catch that one first.

Narumiya accelerates with such speed that leaves Tadano breathless; his grip changes to accommodate the size of three balls, then four.

“Great job, Mei-san!” Tadano calls out.

Narumiya looks at him and mimes gagging. Right, he said no distractions. But he can’t help it.

It takes a little over half a minute for Narumiya to catch the final ball. Tadano focused particularly hard on that one and made it curve all sorts of directions; it took Narumiya several tries to finally corner and snag the ball. Slowly, with all five motionless, magicless Muggle orbs clutched in his right hand, Narumiya descents as gracefully as ever.

“Wow,” Tadano says, “good job, Mei-san!”

Narumiya snorts.

“You’re going to get the snitch for sure in our upcoming game against Hufflepuff,” Tadano takes the balls back and stuffs them in the pockets of his robe; they press awkwardly against his side. “And then we’ll win.”

“You’re not Harada,” Narumiya scowls, “but I guess you’ll do. Just don’t make me have to pay attention to where the quaffle is.”

“Don’t worry Mei-san,” Tadano puffs with confidence, “I’ve got this. Haven’t we practiced enough? I don’t think anyone throws a quaffle with such speed and accuracy that you do, and I’ve blocked more than enough of them.”

Narumiya stares at him pensively, as if considering something, and then shrugs. “I guess so. Let’s go to the mess hall—I’m starving.”

“Don’t forget to take a bath first,” Tadano calls out, hurrying to fall in step with Narumiya as he walks away.

This was adorable! I love it (especially Suga comparing Daichi to a machamp ^_^)!

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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Re: FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/TSUKISHIMA KEI, T

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

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, T

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

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

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

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

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

FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, G

FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T

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

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, E

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

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

Re: FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,M

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, M

Re: FILL: TEAM KYOUTANI KENTAROU/YAHABA SHIGERU, G

Re: FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,M

Re: FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/TSUKISHIMA KEI, T

Re: FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/TSUKISHIMA KEI, T

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

FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, G

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