Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

[referees]

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

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

RULES

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

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

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If FILLING:

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SCORING

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Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[winterstuck]

no tags
Hikaru & Sai (Hikaru no Pokemon Go)
that pun is the entire reason this fill exists

link to comic

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[winterstuck]

no tags
Hinomaru & Tsuji (Hinomaru Zumou)
a magic sword and the ppl who wield them to fight au or something like that idk who else even reads this series so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

link to comic

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

[sky_rose]

Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, Daiya no Ace
no tags, werewolves
582 words

“You can’t keep coming here every full moon,” Ryousuke chided as Kuramochi stepped out of his room, clad in only boxers and blinking sleepily at where Ryousuke was stood by the counter, pressing buttons on the coffee machine. “You have your own roommates.”

Kuramochi grunted. “Yeah, but the hallways are small. You have big rooms.” He slumped down on the sofa, sighing tiredly – understandable, as he’d been awake for the whole night in his werewolf form and as a result had only caught about four hours of sleep. Ryousuke glanced back at him. “Want a coffee?”

“God, yes.”

Ryousuke made two and carefully carried them over to the sofa, setting them both down on the table. Kuramochi took his and sipped at it wordlessly, closing his tired eyes.

“How was the night?” Ryousuke asked, flipping through the newspaper with the mug of coffee in his hand. Kuramochi shrugged lazily. “Kinda uneventful. Ran with a small group. It’s not easy in the city, though – moving around streets isn’t easy.”

Ryousuke hummed. “True; there isn’t much space around these parts.”

“Yeah. I like it here, but back in Chiba we lived near some woods. Me and the other pups would spend tons of time in there even if we weren’t in our wolf forms.” Kuramochi leant his head back against the cushions, setting his coffee down and letting out a breath. “I should visit them again.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Nothin’ really. Apart from, uh…” He grimaced. “I’m not on great terms with the rest of the werewolf community around there. Some stuff happened. It’s not serious, but…”

Ryousuke reached up and nestled his fingers into Kuramochi’s hair, moving his thumb in careful circular motions. “Well, summer’s coming up, and I’ve been wanting to have a holiday somewhere. It’s as good a time as any, right?”

Kuramochi looked at him, surprised, and then laughed. “I guess you’re right. We could plan something, sure.”

He then leaned down, away from Ryousuke’s hand, and swung his legs up onto the sofa, resting them on the cushions. Ryousuke blinked as Kuramochi laid his head in his lap, shifting a little till he was comfortable and then exhaling quietly, content.

Ryousuke huffed, amused. “I didn’t take you for a lapdog.”

“I’m ferocious,” Kuramochi mumbled from where his face was pressed into Ryousuke’s thigh. “I could beat you up.”

Ryousuke scratched his scalp lightly with the pads of his fingers, and chuckled at the way Kuramochi leaned into his touch. “I believe you.”

“I could, I swear.”

“I know, Youichi.”

His tone was still moderately patronising, but honestly, Ryousuke did know Kuramochi was more than capable of messing someone up, and he would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn’t drawn to the brawler side of him. Still, though, Ryousuke wasn’t bad himself – as a human surrounded by faeries and beasts and other magical beings he had to get by somehow, and made up for it with quick thinking and lethal proficiency with his knife. He hadn’t had to use his combat skills often, but it was impossible to be too well prepared.

Sipping his coffee, Ryousuke continued stroking Kuramochi’s hair. He only had a short time before he had to leave for class, but for now he was content with just sitting here, listening to Kuramochi’s quiet breathing and the muffled bustling of the city outside. It wasn’t always perfect, but it was familiar and comforting. For now, Ryousuke just allowed himself to enjoy the peace.

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

[luckycricket33]

strangulation, imminent peril, a general lack of safety
Oikawa/Sugawara

sirens go off

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
body horror; dragon!Himuro
word count: 714

Tatsuya holds his hand to his chest with a frown.

Atsushi, walking beside him, doesn't slow down and doesn't say anything, but Tatsuya feels his gaze all the same. Clearing his throat quietly, Tatsuya brings his hand back down and continues walking as if nothing's wrong.

His chest has been hurting for the past few days. He isn't quite sure and he can't see anything there to cause it, but it hasn't gone anyway. If anything, it's only been getting worse but from what he can tell, it isn't an injury. The pain is more of a small irritation than anything else, and Tatsuya can ignore it easily enough. It doesn't affect his playing. That's all that matters.

Or so he keeps telling himself.

The pain is constant that night, distracting him no matter what he tries to do. He pulls his shirt off, standing in front of the mirror and poking at the skin. He can't feel anything there, and he can't see anything either.

With a quiet sigh, Tatsuya pulls his shirt back on and hopes, futilely, that it will be gone by the morning, just as he has every other night before this.

Except in the morning, it hurts more than it ever has before. He wakes with his hand covering his chest, not quite touching it, his fingers tensed. He pulls the collar of his shirt down to check on his chest, and his heart swoops uncomfortably with fear as he sees the dried blood flecked across his skin and the inside of his shirt.

In the very middle of his chest, there's a hole that's red around the edges and, terrifyingly, black in the centre. He gets out of bed, walking to the mirror and grabbing his phone, using the torch to shine a light on himself.

At the very middle of the hole in his chest, he thinks that he can see black scales. His hands tremble as he pokes around the edges of the hole, wincing as it hurts. Whenever he moves his arms in any direction, it pulls at the edges of the wound and sends a sharp pain through him.

He gingerly pulls his shirt back on, washes the hole in his chest carefully as he bathes, and covers it with some dressing, glad that it won't show from under his basketball jersey.

Except, as he realises later that morning, playing basketball is difficult when every movement tugs at the hole in his chest. Running hurts, passing hurts, shooting hurts, and he ignores all of it as much as he can, bracing against the pain until his shoulders are tight and tense.

He starts as he feels Atsushi's hand settle on his shoulder, squeezing a little.

"Why are you so tensed up?" Atsushi mutters. "You don't usually let that kind of thing show. You keep it under the surface."

Under the surface, Tatsuya thinks to himself uneasily, remembering black scales surrounded by blood.

"It's nothing," he insists, and continues to insist the same the next day, when he wakes up with the hole in his chest even bigger, with more scales underneath, then the next, and the next.

"Muro-chin," Atsushi says, and it isn't often that he sounds concerned like this.

Lately, Tatsuya's shoulder blades have been hurting too. He hisses with pain as one of them is touched, freezing up guiltily as Atsushi frowns at him.

"Tell me what's wrong," Atsushi tells him, soft and firm.

"I'm…" Tatsuya looks down at himself. "I think I'm changing into something else. Maybe I could show you."

Atsushi lets Tatsuya drag him into the locker rooms, watching as he pulls his shirt off, then the bandages covering his chest.

Tatsuya's entire torso is scaled now, dark grey over his chest, lighter grey over his belly. Atsushi reaches out cautiously, waiting for Tatsuya to nod before he touches.

"You're turning into a dragon," Atsushi murmurs, like it's the most inconsequential thing ever. "A similar sort of thing happened to Mine-chin back in middle school. Except he turned into a panther. Dragons are cooler."

"A dragon," Tatsuya mutters, and suddenly the pain in his shoulder blades makes more sense. "It hurts, Atsushi."

"It's okay," Atsushi tells him, still stroking his fingers over Tatsuya's scales. "I'll be here. I'll help."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; hogwarts au
word count: 412

When people say that they don't understand how Atsushi was sorted into Slytherin, Tatsuya can only smile with amusement.

He hears it happen in the Slytherin common room the most, right within earshot of Atsushi himself as they sit together on one of the comfortable lounges. He would be better suited to Hufflepuff, they mutter among themselves, right by the kitchens. The home to the mismatched body of students who don't belong anywhere else, because it isn't likely that he'll actually fit in anywhere, with his mixed giant blood making him tower over everyone else in the school.

Tatsuya sucks on the end of his sugar quill, as he stretches himself out over Atsushi's lap and steals a chocolate frog.

"Hey," Atsushi mutters, and while it's directed at Tatsuya, his voice carries enough that the group of gossiping students across the room look up, half guilty, half eager for a confrontation.

Tatsuya grins up at Atsushi, putting the chocolate frog in his mouth. Atsushi looks at him, like he's seriously considering going after it anyway. Tatsuya arches an eyebrow. He wouldn't mind if Atsushi did.

"You're lucky I like you," Atsushi declares at length, conceding the frog to Tatsuya.

"Aren't I, though?" Tatsuya smiles, and makes himself comfortable in Atsushi's lap.

Atsushi doesn't care that the majority of the house has no idea what he's capable of. Tatsuya does, but he knows that it'll be worth it, in the end. Perhaps at face value, Atsushi looks lazy and unambitious. Tatsuya knows him better than that. Tatsuya knows how much Atsushi hates to lose and more than that, he knows how to push Atsushi when needed.

He knows how to goad Atsushi into action, knows just the right combination of words to provoke him, and he's already looking forward to the in-house duelling tournament that is just around the corner. He knows that Atsushi isn't planning on losing it. Tatsuya isn't either and they've already decided that they're going to meet each other in the final.

Tatsuya lifts the parchment that he's writing on, where he's listing the hexes that they both want to work on, holding it up for Atsushi to read as well.

"What do you think?" he asks. "Do you think we need to add any more to our list?"

Atsushi snorts, his arm wrapping around Tatsuya's waist, chin resting on top of his head. "That's enough. I'll crush them."

Grinning, Tatsuya leans back against Atsushi. "I know you will."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; Haikyuu!!
no tags; vampire!Yahaba, werewolf!Kyoutani
word count: 481

"You smell disgusting," Kyoutani says, as he flops down on top of Yahaba, then nuzzles against him anyway. "Hey."

"Speak for yourself," Yahaba mutters, elbowing Kyoutani in the side before shuffling aside to make space for Kyoutani in their bed. "You smell like wet dog."

"I am a wet dog," Kyoutani points out, shaking his head a little, just so spray Yahaba with the water still clinging to his hair from his shower. He laughs at Yahaba's wrinkle-nosed look of disgust. "Better than some undead bloodsucker."

"Excuse the fuck out of you," Yahaba mutters, rolling them over and pinning Kyoutani down onto the bed, baring his teeth. "I could tear you apart right now, if I wanted."

"Yeah, but you don't want to," Kyoutani replies, grinning up at Yahaba, completely relaxed. "You wouldn't kill me, I'm the only one who puts up with your bullshit."

"You complain all the way through my bullshit," Yahaba protests. "I don't think that's the same thing as putting up with it."

"So you admit that it's bullshit, then," Kyoutani laughs, and Yahaba rolls his eyes with a loud sigh.

"Why are werewolves always so annoying?" Yahaba wonders aloud, digging his fingers into Kyoutani's sides, right where he's ticklish.

"Why are vampires dicks?" Kyoutani huffs out, kicking in protest. He rolls them over again, pinning Yahaba down on his back on their bed. He leans in, then licks down the side of Yahaba's face.

"Ugh, gross," Yahaba says, horrified. "You're so disgusting."

"You're disgusting," Kyoutani replies, sticking his tongue out. "What the hell is that taste? It's not natural."

"I'm not exactly natural, am I?" Yahaba asks, biting his lower lip. "Neither are you, so you can stop pretending, you know."

"I hate you," Kyoutani mutters, leaning in again and kissing Yahaba properly this time. "You're revolting. I totally understand why werewolves and vampires don't get along."

"I know right?" Yahaba scratches his fingers through Kyoutani's short hair, pulling him into another, deeper kiss. "I can't stand you."

"You piss me off," Kyoutani sighs, nibbling on the lobe of Yahaba's ear. "So much. I don't even know why I bother with you."

Yahaba laughs, tipping his head back as Kyoutani bites his neck. "Who are you trying to imitate, huh?"

"I'm allowed to bite," Kyoutani grumbles. "Werewolves bite, you know."

"I remember when we first met," Yahaba says, "and you said that you wouldn't bite me if it was the last thing you did."

"This doesn't count," Kyoutani decides. "This isn't a proper bite. I'm not turning you. It's annoying enough having a vampire boyfriend, I sure as hell don't want a vampire werewolf boyfriend, if that's even a thing."

"Let's never find out," Yahaba mutters, shaking his head. "I'd rather die than turn into a werewolf, to be entirely honest."

"Fuck you too," Kyoutani says, and he doesn't even care that he sounds incredibly fond.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; kitsune!Kise, caretaker!Kasamatsu
word count: 452

There's a long path that leads to the house in the middle of the forest, and Kasamatsu feels like he hasn't been here for far too long.

In reality, it's only been a couple of weeks, but time flows differently here. Each step he takes further into the forest makes time distort around him, flowing slower. This is where he belongs, among the trees that whisper with the wind, the colourful sprites that hide between the leaves. Out there in the rest of the world, time always feels like it's rushing past him much too quickly.

There are lanterns that line the path, situated between the trees, all evenly spaced apart and carved with decorations that must be centuries old. Each one that he approaches light up with enchanted fire, a perfect plume of light that shines golden instead of red. The lanterns cast the trees around them in an ethereal light, making the entire place feel like it's glowing from within.

Kasamatsu thinks that perhaps this isn't too far from the truth, after all. The entire forest is alive with a magic that shines from deep within. It's one of his favourite things about coming home; watching it all light up to welcome him back.

His absolute favourite thing, however, is the way Kise stands at the steps of the house, his nine beautiful tails fanning out behind him, his eyes narrowing as he smiles, his long vulpine ears twitching as they listen out for each of Kasamatsu's footsteps.

"You're home," Kise murmurs. As soon as Kasamatsu is within reach, he's pulled into Kise's arms. "Welcome home. I missed you while you were gone."

"I wasn't gone that long," Kasamatsu says.

"It felt long to you," Kise murmurs, because kitsune always know far too much. He strokes his hand over Kasamatsu's cheek. "Any time I spend apart from you feels like it's too long, for me."

Kasamatsu sighs, pulling Kise into a kiss so he doesn't have to say that he feels the exact same way. "How was the forest, while I was gone?"

"Well behaved," Kise replies. "For the most part."

"And you?"

Kise's smile grows wide. Sly. "Well behaved. For the most part."

Kasamatsu shakes his head fondly. "As is to be expected from a trickster, I suppose. Did you get caught?"

Kise snorts softly. Kasamatsu has to hum, conceding the point. It's a silly question, after all.

"I was just bored," Kise hums, tightening his grip on Kasamatsu. "But now that you're home, I don't have to be. Isn't that right?"

Kasamatsu's job is to be caretaker of the forest, not Kise's personal minder.

Still, he supposes that both things go hand in hand. He doesn't mind, anyway.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; dream eater Murasakibara
word count: 414

Tatsuya sleeps peacefully.

Atsushi likes sleeping in the same bed as him, because Tatsuya doesn't take up very much space. He sleeps curled up on his side, sometimes resting his head on Atsushi's shoulder, and it's cute. He looks pretty as he sleeps, just as he does when he's awake, his hair still falling across his face, his long eyelashes standing out against his skin.

It's not that Atsushi actively watches him sleep or anything like that but, well—

It helps a little, when he's feeding.

Tatsuya's dreams are always vivid. He's ambitious, he's always hungry for more than what he has, and his subconscious turns that into bright and bold dreams. It's one of the reasons Atsushi likes him so much; it makes his dreams taste that much better.

Atsushi coaxes them out of Tatsuya's head, lips brushing against his forehead as he sleeps, consuming them piece by piece, like he's absorbing little bits and pieces of Tatsuya along with them. He understands Tatsuya better for it; he gets the constant urge to be better, to do more, to chase goals that are just out of reach. He can't relate to it, but when he's eating Tatsuya's dreams, it's almost like he knows what it feels like.

The morning after always arrives with Tatsuya blinking awake, with no memory of what he's dreamed. He feeds his dreams to Atsushi willingly, knowing that it's better than letting him wander at night and find others to feed on instead. At least this way, they can always start the morning in the same way.

"Good morning," Tatsuya hums, kissing Atsushi's neck and lying on top of him, smiling sleepily. "Did I have any good dreams last night?"

"You always do," Atsushi replies, his hands resting on the small of Tatsuya's back. He kisses Tatsuya's forehead. "Which one do you want to know about? The one where you were a dragon, or the one where we were exploring space together?"

"Both of them sound way too good to be real," Tatsuya laughs. "Are you making these up?"

"I don't need to," Atsushi replies. He strokes his fingers through Tatsuya's hair, brushing it back out of his face. "It's one of the reasons you're so much fun, Muro-chin. Your dreams are always so interesting. I can tell you all about every single dream that I've eaten from you, because I remember them all. I enjoy them all."

Smiling, Tatsuya kisses Atsushi again. "Start with the dragon one, then."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Akashi Seijurou & Aomine Daiki & Kise Ryouta & Midorima Shintarou & Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; demon au, space jam au
word count: 409

"Are you sure this is going to work, Aka-chin?"

"Of course. Akashi is, in fact, in complete control of what he's doing."

"You're right, Midorimacchi! If this works, it's going to be so much fun!"

"Quit pushing me like that, Kise, or I'm going to actually bite your head off."

"Be patient, all of you," Akashi hushes his fellow demons as they push against the fabric separating their world from the humans. "We will need to attain power that the humans will bow down to, if we seek dominion over this world. We need to be absolute."

They have their targets already picked out; they've been doing their research for a long time, now. Akashi has a plan, and when his plans are executed as intended, they rarely go wrong. All it takes is some demon magic, and they're all brimming with that already. If they combine it with the talents that they're going to steal from the human world, they're all going to be unstoppable.

The humans will have no choice but to admire them then, to respect them, to bow down in front of them. They're going to attain the status of celebrities, of heroes, of champions, and once they're at the very top, they'll take everything else and make the entire world theirs.

"Let's go," Akashi declares, and they all push together, breaking down the barrier and making their way through.

They feel heavier in the human world than they're used to. Bigger. That's a good thing, they suppose. It'll make them more imposing.

They each take on human forms, the only resemblance to their true selves being the colour of their hair, their eyes. They look down at themselves, stretching their arms and legs, opening and closing their hands, slowly becoming familiar with their new bodies.

"Murasakibara, you are, in fact, far too big," Midorima says.

"No I'm not. You're too boring."

"Atsushi. Shintarou."

"Why is Akashi the smallest?" Aomine asks with disbelief. "He's the most powerful of all of us, isn't he?"

Akashi smiles, his arms folded across his chest as he looks up at all of them. "Perhaps this way, they'll underestimate me at first until I reveal just what I'm capable of."

"Terrifying as ever," Aomine mutters. "Good point."

They look at the empty basketball court that stretches out before them, and Akashi lets out a content hum, cracking his knuckles.

"It is, as I believe the humans say, time to jam."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Araki Masako/Alex Garcia; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; demon!Araki, succubus!Alex
word count: 408

She's beautiful and intimidating; tall, with long dark hair parted by curving horns, red eyes and her hands red with blood. Her sword fits her hand like it's been made for her to hold, and Alex doesn't think she's ever wanted with an intensity like this before. It's different to hungering; Alex might be a succubus but she's not entirely driven by how much she wants to feed. She's already full when she meets Masako, and the desire that burns its way through her has nothing to do with wanting to sleep with the beautiful demoness in front of her. Or perhaps it does, but that has nothing to do with feeding and everything to do with—

Well. She's beautiful.

"If looks could kill," Alex begins, sliding into the booth, sitting opposite Masako. They're in a bar frequented by demons, by gangs, by people who don't need to go looking for trouble to find it.

"I've stopped killing," Masako says, resting her chin in her hands and looking across the table at Alex. "If that's what you're after, you might want to look elsewhere."

"That's not what I'm after," Alex grins, folding her arms on the table and leaning across them. Her top is low cut and her grin widens as she sees the way Masako's gaze drops down, lingering there for a moment before slowly making its way back up to her face. "I'm only interested in a little death. Several, if I'm doing it right."

Masako presses her lips together and very slowly, she smiles at Alex. "I only expect the best out of the people around me."

"Well, then." Alex runs the toe of her shoe up along Masako's leg under the table. "I'll just have to make sure that I bring my best game then, to make sure I don't disappoint."

"I've heard of you," Masako murmurs, tilting her head to the side as she takes Alex in. "They call you the kissing demon, because you're not very good at waiting for permission."

"I'm only obedient when it's worth my while," Alex laughs. "If you'd like me to behave for you…"

"I'll make it worth your while," Masako concludes, getting to her feet and waiting for Alex to follow suit. "Come with me. I hope you'll be able to keep up."

Laughing, Alex dares to rest her hand on Masako's waist as they walk out of the bar together. "I hope that you will."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; hogwarts au
word count: 439

"Hey," whispers the guy in the four poster bed just across from Shintarou's in the Ravenclaw dormitories. "Hey. You're awake, right?"

Not even bothering to pull his curtains aside, Shintarou looks up from the book he's currently reading under the light of a lumos and says, "Evidently."

"Awesome," comes the reply, and then the guy is actually pulling Shintarou's curtains open and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Hey. Do you collect chocolate frog cards?"

Shintarou blinks, not having known what to expect, but definitely not expecting that. He knows the boy sitting opposite him—Takao Kazunari—is a muggleborn. It's been two days into their first year at Hogwarts and Shintarou has already lost count of how many times Kazunari has exclaimed excitedly over something that Shintarou has always just taken for granted. Moving paintings, food appearing on the tables of the Great Hall, all of it thrills Kazunari to no end.

He was expecting all of Kazunari's excitement to get irritating very quickly, but there's something about the boy that makes it difficult to dislike him. He's so determined to enjoy every single thing around him that it makes Shintarou appreciate it in a different light. It's suprising just how much Shintarou finds himself appreciating Kazunari's enthusiasm.

"I do, in fact, collect chocolate frog cards," he answers at length, lowering his book and shutting it, because he has a feeling he isn't going to be reading very much of it for the rest of the night.

"I used to collect cards back home," Kazunari tells him, "but they didn't move like these ones. Some of them were foils, or holographic, but man, you guys get cards with moving pictures, like it's no big deal. I can't believe it. I'm not even sure if I'm jealous, or if I'm glad that I never had these as a kid because let me tell you, I'm already seriously considering just living off chocolate frogs until I get all the cards."

"That would take a while," Shintarou says. "In fact, I have a collection that exceeds three hundred cards. I didn't think to bring them all with me but I'll send for them if you'd like—

"Send for them," Kazunari says with a laugh. "What are you, some kid from this big, rich wizarding family?"

Shintarou shifts uncomfortably. Kazunari laughs even harder.

"Seriously? That's it, Shin-chan. Dibs on going to your place for the holidays."

"Shin-chan?" Shintarou repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll trade cards with me, right?" Kazunari asks. "That's it. We're best friends, Shin-chan. No backing out now."

With a sigh, Shintarou just adjusts his glasses and doesn't even bother protesting.

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

[luckycricket33]

mentions of dismemberment, death
thanks hans christian anderson for the most appropriate fairy tale ever for
chinatsu/akira

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, E

[kiyala]

Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari; Kuroko no Basuke
sexual content, dragonfucking
word count: 1027

"I got you a present, Shin-chan," Takao calls out as he walks into the large house.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi; Haikyuu!!
no tags; werewolf!Ushijima
word count: 494

It's three days until the full moon when Ushijima enters Oikawa's store. He ducks past the creepers growing out of hanging pots, walking up to the counter and clearing his throat softly, as if Oikawa wasn't aware of his presence from the moment he walked though the door.

Oikawa looks up from the book that he's reading behind the counter, leaning back in his chair, and feigns boredom as he takes Ushijima in. There's something about an impending full moon that makes him look bigger, and even more imposing than normal. Oikawa hates it.

"Hello, Oikawa."

"Ushiwaka-chan," Oikawa greets lazily, placing his book face down on the countertop so that he doesn't lose his place.

He ignores the way Ushijima picks the bookmark up from where it's sitting right beside the book, slips it into place, and shuts the book properly before putting it back down in the exact same place it was before.

"I'm here for—"

"—The usual, right?" Oikawa pushes himself to his feet, walking around the counter and leading the way to the very back corner of his shop. The wall there is covered with a creeper plant, and Oikawa tries to ignore the way he can feel Ushijima's warm breath on his neck, pulling his secateurs out of his pocket and cutting off a clipping. He turns around, and it brings his mouth a little too close to Ushijima's. He pauses, breathing out, breathing in again, and then holding up the plant clipping between them. "The same price as always."

Ushijima leads the way back to the counter, so Oikawa can wrap the clipping and ring up the sale. Ushijima rests his fists on the edge of the counter after he places his money in the tray, and Oikawa bypasses social nicety to hand his change to him hand to hand, just for the way their fingers brush against each other.

"I'll see you when—"

"Yes," Oikawa interrupts smoothly. "Goodbye, Ushiwaka-chan."

Ushijima inclines his head politely and turns to leave.

He'll be back in three days. Not here, but at the door of Oikawa's apartment, with his plant clippings held in his hands. Oikawa will make him tea, before the sun sets, boiling the entire plant in the pot, and Ushijima will dutifully drink it all.

By the time the moon rises, it will have taken its effect and rather than turning into a snarling beast, Ushijima will transform into a tame, unthreatening wolf who curls up on the couch beside Oikawa.

He's easier to cuddle when he's a giant wolf, Oikawa thinks, covering his mouth with his hand so he can pretend he isn't smiling fondly. Something about the transformation makes Oikawa no longer feel the need to pretend that they're still rivals, when it's been years since they've had anything to compete.

Eventually, Oikawa thinks, he might even bring himself to admit that he likes Ushijima as a person.

For now, though, he's happy enough cuddling a wolf.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, E

[kiyala]

Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi; Haikyuu!!
sexual content; incubus!Iwaizumi
word count: 1023

"Tooru," Iwaizumi breathes, and he doesn't have to say another word for Oikawa to understand.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 439

"Hey," Matsukawa says, punctuated by the chime of wooden bells as he walks into Hanamaki's shop, a small apothecary-slash-garden with plants growing on one side, pre-mixed powders and potions on the other.

Hanamaki looks up from the sleep dust he's currently grinding, smiling at Matsukawa. "Hey. Out of ingredients again?"

Matsukawa grins at him, clicking his tongue. "I'm getting predictable. I'm going to have to change it up soon. Maybe come in here asking for help because I've melted my cauldron or something."

"Don't melt your cauldron," Hanamaki laughs. "They're fucking expensive."

"Right?" Matsukawa grumbles, sauntering over to the counter and folding his arms over the wood, looking down at what Hanamaki's working on. "Huh. Single dose sleep dust? Let me guess, that old lady who always complains about how tired she is?"

"Finally talked her into trying it out once," Hanamaki says proudly. "Had to modify it so she can mix it into her tea and it wouldn't change the colour of it."

"Yikes," Matsukawa whistles quietly, reaching over to the excess powder in Hanamaki's mortar, dipping his finger in it and bringing it up for a closer look. "Oh, yeah. I can see how you did that. Clever."

"So," Hanamaki says, "which ingredients are you out of this time?"

"Huh?" Matsukawa asks.

With a small smile, Hanamaki pushes his work aside so he can fold his arms on the counter as well, standing opposite Matsukawa and looking him right in the eyes.

"You came in because you were after some ingredients. Apparently."

"Was I?" Matsukawa hums, raising an eyebrow at Hanamaki. "Sounds like an excuse, to me."

"Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing." Hanamaki rests his chin in his hand. "I was worried you might actually borrow enough of my ingredients to put me out before you just admitted that it was an excuse. Besides, I'm too nice to turn you down. I would have just given you whatever you asked for."

"Really?" Matsukawa asks, looking around the shop. "In that case, I need a… basilisk eye."

"Fuck off," Hanamaki laughs, reaching across the counter to give Matsukawa a gentle shove. "I mean. I do have two, but you'd have to need it pretty badly before I shared something like that."

"You're cute," Matsukawa grins. "You actually would share, wouldn't you?"

"Like I said," Hanamaki sighs. "I'm too nice. It's a curse, really. That and my amazing looks."

"Sounds tough," Matsukawa hums. "You should tell me more over coffee after work."

"Well, you know. If you absolutely insist."

"You're such a smart ass."

"You like it," Hanamaki points out.

Matsukawa doesn't even try to protest.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou; Haikyuu!!
references to sex, shapeshifter!Akaashi
word count: 465

"Is it true you can shapeshift into anything?" Koutarou asks and Keiji freezes up.

It's not the question, but the timing of it. They're in Koutarou's bed, kissing with their arms around each other, and Keiji can only think of one reason that the question would be asked.

"Because," Koutarou continues, with a small, embarrassed laugh, "I was wondering if you can also turn into things that don't actually exist? Fictional things?"

"You want me to shift into some kind of strange monster, don't you," Keiji sighs, and honestly, it makes him feel a little better than the thought that Koutarou just wanted him to look like someone he wasn't.

"I was just…" Koutarou laughs again, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking that it would be kind of cool? If you were a dragon?"

"You want to me to turn a dragon," Keiji says blankly. "In bed."

"Is that weird?"

"I'm not going to make you feel ashamed for what you like," Keiji replies, shaking his head. "If that's what you want, then… do you have any particular dragon in mind?"

"Not really. You can pick, if you want?"

Keiji hums in thought, sitting up in bed as he considers it. There are plenty images of dragons that come to mind, and he sorts through all of them, trying to decide on one.

Then it occurs to him, and it's incredibly difficult for him to bite back his grin.

"I'll scale this one down to fit into the room, okay?" he asks, and Koutarou gets off the bed, nodding eagerly.

Keiji stands as well, putting some distance between himself and Koutarou, shutting his eyes so that he can concentrate. He takes a deep breath and lets himself shift forms.

He opens his eyes again, looking down at Koutarou, who is frowning up at him with confusion.

"You're… a pokemon," Koutarou says. "You're… an exeggutor? Of all the pokemon you could pick? Why not, I don't know, charizard?"

"Charizard isn't a dragon type," Keiji points out.

"It gets a dragon type for its mega evolution X," Koutarou argues. "Besides, exeggutor is grass and psychic."

"That's why I shifted into the Alolan version," Keiji replies. "This one is a dragon type. Does this turn you on, Bokuto-san?"

Koutarou snorts out a laugh, shaking his head fondly. "I don't really know what I was expecting. Can you shift back? I don't even know which head I should be looking at when I talk to you."

"This one," Keiji replies, the head on the exeggutor's tail swinging around to face Koutarou.

Choking on his laughter, Koutarou buries his face in his hands. "Oh my god."

"I'll pick another dragon, if you'd like," Keiji offers.

"It's okay," Koutarou tells him. "Just shift back. That's all I need."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; telepathy
word count: 497

It starts off as a joke to freak the first years out.

Kuroko has come to understand the way that Kagami thinks, and he knows that the same applies in reverse as well. They have entire conversations without needing anything more than glances in each other's direction, and they don't really think much of it until they're in their second year, with a fresh batch of first years who aren't used to how well the two of them click together.

"Can you actually read each other's thoughts?" one of them asks disbelievingly, after Kuroko manages to convince Kagami to back down from a potential argument without having to say a single word.

"Absolutely," Kuroko replies without missing a beat. He sees the way the first years tense, and he says, "it only works between the two of us. You don't have to worry about it. Kagami-kun, on the other hand, needs to be more careful."

Kagami plays along, because it's fairly easy anyway, and it's kind of amusing to watch the first years try to figure out what's actually going on. Riko yells at them for it in private later once she finds out, but it's still totally worth it, and they keep the act up anyway.

Except sometime towards the middle of second year, something changes.

Kuroko doesn't know how, or why. All he knows is that they're walking side by side after practice one day and thinks he hears Kagami say, "I want to go to Maji Burger."

He looks up, saying, "I'll have your vanilla shake, if you want."

Kagami startles, looking at him. "What?"

"What?" Kuroko blinks. "Didn't you want to go to Maji Burger?"

"I did," Kagami frowns. "I was thinking about it."

"…Oh."

"What the hell," Kagami mutters, scratching his head. "Okay. How about now? Can you read my thoughts?"

"Hey Kuroko," Kuroko recites. "Think of something more interesting."

"Alright, try again."

I want to learn how to stay in the Zone for even longer.

I still need to beat that bastard Aomine in a one-on-one to make up for last time.

Kuroko's lips look really soft—shit shit shit, stop reading my thoughts, Kuroko, just ignore that one, get out of my head, I hope you're out of my head.

Kuroko feels his face growing warm, and Kagami lets out a strangled groan, going red as well. "I said to stop reading my thoughts."

"I can't just turn it off," Kuroko replies. "I don't even know how this works."

The more Kagami is trying not to think about Kuroko, the more he's doing the exact opposite. Kuroko wants to spare him and stop reading his thoughts, but he honestly doesn't know how to stop.

"My lips are soft, for what it's worth," he says, as he begins walking towards their usual Maji Burger. "You can find out for yourself, if you wan to."

Kagami makes a choked noise of embarrassment behind him, but Kuroko picks up one very clear thought—Yes please.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kuroko Tetsuya & Nigou; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags; sailor moon au
word count: 437

When Kuroko saves a dog abandoned in the rain, he doesn't expect it to start talking to him the next day.

But that's exactly what he wakes up to the following morning. He blinks his eyes open to the puppy sitting on his chest, clearing his throat—when did dogs have to clear their throats?—and saying, "Kuroko, it's time to wake up."

"Five more minutes," he says, even though he's wide awake, because he doesn't really know what else to say to a talking dog sitting on top of his chest, apparently having taken the place of his seven o'clock alarm.

"We have work to do," Nigou tells him. He has a deeper voice than Kuroko would have expected, if he was ever going to expect his new dog to speak. "We need to find the Legendary Silver Crystal."

"The what?" Kuroko asks politely, sitting up in bed. He picks Nigou up. "Am I still asleep?"

"You're awake," Nigou tells him. "You're finally awake, after all this time, your highness."

"What?" Kuroko asks again.

"You're the Moon Prince," Nigou explains impatiently. "You need to find a way to awaken the other guardians, so we can all work together to find the Legendary Silver Crystal together."

"You lost me again," Kuroko says apologetically.

Nigou sighs. "A long time ago, there was a kingdom on the moon. You're the reincarnation of the Moon Prince. You had five generals, and their souls lie sleeping in people on earth. We need to find them and awaken them. The entire universe is in grave danger, Kuroko. We need your power, and the other guardians' power, if we have any hope of keeping the planet safe, let alone the rest of the universe."

Kuroko sighs, and then lies back down. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Take this," Nigou says, throwing a pale blue charm at Kuroko. "And say these words: Moon Prism Power, Make Up."

"Make up?" Kuroko asks, raising an eyebrow.

Nigou sighs. "Please just say the words."

Kuroko does, and he's suddenly surrounded by shimmering light, before he's transformed out of his pyjamas.

He looks down at himself and realises that he's wearing a basketball uniform. "Oh."

Nigou cocks his head to the side, making a confused noise. "That's not what I was expecting."

"I like this," Kuroko says, tugging at the waistband of his basketball shorts. "It's comfy. The shoes are nice."

"Never mind," Nigou mutters. "Do you believe me, now? It's important that we find the others too."

"Are we making a basketball team?" Kuroko asks.

Nigou hesitates, and Kuroko waits patiently.

"You know what?" Nigou asks at length. "Sure."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; Haikyuu!!
no tags; reincarnation
word count: 451

It's a lazy Monday afternoon and considering that they don't have practice, they find themselves walking along the creek near Takahiro's place, the cuffs of the their school pants rolled up to keep them dry. The air is quiet and still, cool enough to be refreshing, without the chill of the coming winter.

They're hopping from one side of the creek to the other when the memories come rushing back to Issei. The hit him with enough force that he loses his footing for a moment, slipping and getting his shoes wet in the running water. Takahiro is laughing at him, reaching out a hand to help him back up, and for a moment, it's not his friend that Issei sees.

He looks at Takahiro and he remembers something from centuries ago, remembers a fellow warrior with mud and blood streaked across his face, in the middle of a battlefield instead of being in the middle of the sparse woods they're currently in.

"Issei?" Takahiro asks, frowning, his head tilted to the side. "Issei."

"Yeah," Issei blinks, suddenly back in the present. He takes Takahiro's hand, letting himself get pulled over to the bank again. He crouches, untying his shoelaces so he can step out of his shoes and peel his socks off, letting them dry.

"You okay?" Takahiro asks, instead of teasing him. "You have this really weird look on your face."

"Um," Issei says, because he's not in the habit of lying to Takahiro, and he isn't really willing to start one up now.

Takahiro is his best friend in the entire world.

And apparently, a handful of centuries ago, a warrior who Issei fought alongside.

He frowns, shutting his eyes against an encroaching headache that suddenly makes itself known behind his eyes.

When he looks up at Takahiro again, he doesn't see the worn armour from last time, but a casual kimono. He's sitting in a tatami room, reading from a scroll.

He's lying his bed roll out beside Issei's under the stars, their horses grazing nearby.

He's looking at Issei but never touching, despite the longing in his eyes.

Issei exhales slowly, his head spinning as he blinks and he's back in present day, present time, with wet feet and an increasingly confused best friend asking if he's okay.

"Listen," Issei begins, but he doesn't really know where to explain.

Instead, he just reaches for Takahiro and pulls him close, their lips almost touching.

Takahiro closes the gap, and Issei feels the tension leaving both their bodies as they hold onto each other, kissing by the side of the creek in the afternoon sun.

He has the sneaking suspicion that it's been an incredibly long time coming.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou; Haikyuu!!
no tags; wings
word count: 453

Keiji's wings grow in after his first match as part of the team as Fukurodani, as is the custom.

The feathers are pure black, to match his hair. That, too, is custom. They congratulate him, along with the rest of the new fledglings, and induct them into the flock. He's shown how to cut slits in his clothing to fit his wings through comfortably. He's shown how to groom his feathers, what to do when he begins moulting, and how to tuck his wings against his body when he's in crowds, so that they don't take up too much space.

Bokuto is comfortable with his wings already, having had them for a while. They're patterned the same way as his hair and flap behind him as he jumps around the court, spread open as he runs, and generally make themselves known as part of him. Keiji doesn't think he's ever seen Bokuto tuck his wings against himself, no matter how crowded it is, or how inconvenient the wings get. He displays them like a symbol of pride and Keiji likes that about him. He's always so unapologetic with everything he does. It's nice to see.

They've started spending more time with each other, as setter and ace, and Bokuto is easier to get along with than Keiji first anticipated. Perhaps it's because Bokuto is fairly straightforward; he's easy enough to understand because he wears his heart on his sleeve. It's always easy to tell exactly what he's thinking, or how he's feeling, and it means that Keiji doesn't have to worry about him keeping things to himself. It immediately makes Bokuto easier to trust.

He's always so eager to please, too, treating each and every one of Keiji's smiles like a hard-won treasure. Keiji realises that he should try and smile less, because he finds himself getting flustered by it. Difficult as it may be, he'll work on his poker face so that it's easier for them to work with each other without distractions.

Bokuto, while being respectful of people's personal space, is incredibly tactile. He's close enough to Keiji as they walk beside each other that sometimes, the tips of their wings brush against each other by accident. Keiji tucks his wings against his back a little with a murmured apology, but Bokuto stops walking anyway.

"Bokuto-san?"

"It kind of feels like our wings kissing, doesn't it?" Bokuto asks, and Keiji's heart skips a beat, even though practice makes sue that he doesn't let his surprise show on his face.

"I suppose so."

"It feels nice," Bokuto murmurs. "I wonder if it feels the same way with lips."

With a deep breath, Keiji meets Bokuto's eyes steadily. "We could always find out."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
no tags; cait sidhe au (more specifically, October Daye au)
word count: 470

The Court of Kind Cats is a sprawling cait sidhe court that lives in the shadows of Tokyo, out of reach of the humans and the rest of Faerie alike. The cait sidhe resemble the cats that they can turn into, after all; they're uninterested in that which does not directly affect them, happy to play at the very edges for entertainment, but quick to lose interest.

At any rate, there's plenty to keep them busy enough in the courts of cats. Tetsurou's attention is captured today in particular by the arrival of the new hopeful for the Prince of Cats.

Faerie courts can be full of malice and trickery, but cait sidhe courts are brutal. It takes strength and cunning alike to hold the position as King of Cats, and it has been Tetsurou's for a long time, now. He's sent words to his allied courts, asking if any of them have members among their courts that they would put forward.

Tetsurou has been told two things about this hopeful: his name is Kozume Kenma, and he he might be nothing like what Tetsurou would usually expect, but he will show his value in the end.

Kenma, when he arrives through the shadow roads, is puffed for breath, quiet, and avoids looking directly into anyone's eyes.

Tetsurou, glad for the warning so that he could prepare for this, doesn't let it bother him. He knows that Kenma wouldn't be suggested if he couldn't hold his own. He just needs to wait until he gets a glimpse of whatever potential it is that Kenma might possess.

He isn't kept waiting for long.

Kenma is as sharp as a knife, quick to pick things up as he is shown around the court. He unravels the inner workings of court politics, understanding who gets along with who without Tetsurou even having to make a comment. He watches everyone closely, and it's a little unnerving, but it's clearly useful.

He doesn't need to be told any information twice. He sits at the very edge of the seat that Tetsurou ushers him into at the end of his first day, listing names, listing alliances and threats and rumours that are likely to be true, all without prompting.

"Amazing," Tetsurou breathes, and Kenma lowers his head, his cheeks dusted with a soft pink. "You're amazing, Kenma. You're probably the smartest person I've ever met. How are you in a fight?"

Kenma looks away. "I'm not good at physically exerting myself. I don't like it."

Tetsurou grins. "Yeah? We're going to change that."

Kenma meets his eyes this time, and Tetsurou finds that he can't look away. He doesn't know what exactly Kenma is looking for, but he hums to himself, apparently satisfied when he's found it.

"If you think it's necessary, then I'll do it."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
mentions of death and drowning; siren!Himuro, mersquid!Murasakibara
word count: 409

Tatsuya's voice rings out across the still sea, eerie as the notes of siren song hang in the air. There's a faint wind from the south, picking up each note and carrying it further, singing of home and of warmth and all things that are meaningless to him but lay the most perfect trap for homesick, soul-weary sailors who would do anything for a moment's respite.

He perches himself on the rocks and sings in the morning, when the mist still hangs heavy over the water, condensing on his wet skin, leaving it wetter. He sets each lure, carefully mapped out along the path that most merchant vessels sail to avoid the sharp rocks on either side. The rocks are waiting for them, after all. Far be it for Tatsuya to deny the sea what it wants.

The sea runs red with the blood of unwitting sailors, crashing against sharp rocks and churning itself into sea foam that blows away on the breeze. Tatsuya knows to be patient, when to hunt and when to just sit there and sing.

"You're being noisy," a voice interrupts him, and Tatsuya looks up to find a merman floating in the water beside him. Instead of a fish tail, he has tentacles like a squid. Tatsuya smiles in greeting.

"Good morning to you too, Atsushi."

"You'll scare my prey away," Atsushi grumbles, shoving at Tatsuya gently with a tentacle. "It's mean."

"I can share mine with you, if that's what you want," Tatsuya offers. "I always have plenty."

"You're boasting," Atsushi grumbles. "Of course you're going to draw humans in, when your voice sounds as pretty as it does. It draws everyone in, even when they realise that it's happening to them."

"Are you speaking from experience?" Tatsuya asks with a smile, and Atsushi resolutely looks away, which is enough of an answer in itself.

"Anyway, I'll help myself to some of your prey since you offered so nicely," Atsushi decides. "And if you try to keep it all for yourself, I'll crush you."

"No need," Tatsuya chuckles. "I'm always happy to share with you, Atsushi."

Reaching out with a tentacle, Atsushi wraps it around Tatsuya, squeezing gently. It's a combined display of affection and threat, before Atsushi swims away, and Tatsuya finds himself smiling fondly, watching the ripples disappear from the surface of the water.

Atsushi has always been a peculiar one, but the peculiar ones always end up being Tatsuya's favourite.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru; Haikyuu!!
no tags; dragon shifters
word count: 495

"We're sorry for calling you this late at night," the worried voices say over the phone, "it's just that we seem to have a shifter caught in the woods behind our property, and he's too agitated for us to approach."

"Not a problem," Yahaba says politely at—he checks the clock, fuck—just a little past two o'clock in the morning. "I'll be over right away."

He hangs up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sighs heavily. He's not going to have the restful night he was hoping for. He hopes that at least whoever the dragon shifter is, they'll actually listen to reason and stop kicking up a fuss and fuck no o'clock in the morning.

He drives to the address that he's been given over the phone, and from the moment he steps out of his car, he knows that it's not going to be a quick visit at all.

It's Kyoutani. Yahaba can tell by the smell of him in the air.

He's gotten himself caught in between the trees, too agitated to turn back, and he growls when Yahaba approaches.

"Hey," Yahaba greets. "It's just me. I know you were in a rush to get home, but really? Really, Kyoutani?"

With another low growl, Kyoutani snaps his teeth together.

Sighing, Yahaba shifts into his dragon form too, so he can help. He pulls at the tree trunks, helping Kyoutani untangle himself, until he's standing in the clearing just outside the mouth of the woods, finally free.

Yahaba nuzzles against Kyoutani, then shifts back into human form, smiling when Kyoutani does the same. "There. That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"Try telling me that when you're the one tangled in at least three different trees, except you can't even see how," Kyoutani grumbles, the tips of his ears turning bright red with embarrassment. "Thanks, though. You're right. I was in a rush to get home. Thought I'd be able to surprise you, if I flew fast enough."

Yahaba snorts quietly, taking Kyoutani's hand in his and tugging him along. "Well, I guess that technically, finding you stuck in the trees here was a surprise. Even if it wasn't the one you intended."

"You aren't going to let me forget it, are you?" Kyoutani asks with a sigh, as Yahaba bids the nearby residents a good night, assuring them that their dragon problem has been taken care of.

"Dragon problem?" Kyoutani asks, as he gets into the car.

"That's exactly what you are," Yahaba says with a fond smile, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "A huge dragon problem. A cute one. Now come on, let's go home. I have sleep to catch up on, but at least I'll sleep better with you in bed with me too."

"Kyoutani Kentarou: dragon problem and bed warmer. I'm killing it."

Yahaba laughs until it trails off into a yawn. He takes Kyoutani's hand as he drives, and doesn't let go until they're home.