Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

The event's almost over, and you've made it this far, congrats! This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 18 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
• You cannot remix your teammates' works.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response 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.

Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster (without brackets) or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/> Visual example

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many fills as you want!

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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Comments

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

[underscored]

dskghdslkgjdslgjd

SCREAMS

HOLY SHIT

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LOVE THIS? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?? THANK YOU?? I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS TO SAY ABOUT THIS BUT, BURIES FACE IN HANDS, THIS IS GORGEOUS THIS IS SO SO GORGEOUS I'M CRYING SDKJGDSLKJGD

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

[psiten]

Cuuuuuuuuuuuuute! OMG thank you so much for this. Kinj is going to get them hooked up yet!

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

[psiten]

Ahhhhh! /dies <3

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

[rurounikristin]

:D AHHHHHH I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! YOU'RE VERY WELCOME!!

That fic was A+, I loved it so much!! <3

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings
original fill by kiyala, BR1

FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,G

[nyatsuuuu]

Tags: Past Character Death (I mean they're angels, so they're like dead)
Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji, Haikyuu

Remix of Wei's (underscored) Angel AU story and sorta belated birthday present for arsenicjay

Thank you for sharing your love of bokuaka with me.

This scene stood out a lot to me when Wei was talking about it and I already started planning it before I even read it ww

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Akashi Seijurou / Mayuzumi Chihiro, Kuroko no Basuke
tags: genderbend, food
graphics/etc fill
remix of kiyala's fill here, permission given here

Akashi = chiharu
Mayuzumi = dynamite

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Akashi Seijurou / Mayuzumi Chihiro, Kuroko no Basuke
tags: genderbend, supernatural elements, allusion to body horror
graphics/etc fill
remix of kiyala's fill here, permission given here

Akashi = chiharu
Mayuzumi = dynamite

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Tachibana Aya / Kanzaki Miki, Yowapeda
tags: none
graphics/etc fill
remix of babster's fill here, permission given here

Aya = chiharu
Miki = dynamite

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[dynamite]

screams quietly, we are so!! honoured!! THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO WONDERFUL, their interaction is so good, and the imaizumi childhood angle is especially nice

“Thank you,” she said, finally. “I appreciate your honesty.” Miki shot her one of the sharp looks that made her so intimidating when she was in costume.

“Was that honesty?” she said lightly. “Oh dear. You won't tell anyone, will you?”

SO, SO WONDERFUL

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

[yrindor]

This is beautiful!

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

[luckycricket33]

possibly implied arson,
also the picture just looks kind of scary without really being any of the taggable things to warn for
original fill BR3 nobetterpicture

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings
original fill by blueminuet, BR5



wow, sarah, you say. inui? as a wizard? groundbreaking.

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, PG

[lemon]

i was away this weekend and didn't have a chance 'til now to comment, but i probably read this like 15 times in the meanwhile because it is SO DANG CUTE!!! this is so wholesome i just O)-<

thank u so much for remixing this!! i love it aaaahhhhhhh

FILL: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA, G

[princesssid]

no tags
Imaizumi/Naruko, Aya/Miki, Yowapeda
545 words
remix of dynamite's Alice in Wonderland AU fill here

Queen Miki flounced her skirts and hopped from one foot to the other. “Attention, attention!” she cried. “It’s time for court, it’s time for court!” She ran around aimlessly, nimbly hopping over the spilled cards before seating herself at her velvet plush throne next to Aya the Knight’s.

“Yes, silence in the court,” Imaizumi called, rabbit ears twitching. He glared at Naruko. “You especially, keep it down.”

“I haven’t said a thing,” Naruko said and laughed in delight when Imaizumi gave him a pained look, trying to figure out why that was quite wrong.

Imaizumi honked the bike horn he held in his right hand in three quick bursts and brandished the proclamation in his left hand. Queen Miki clapped. Aya the Knight gave a sigh.

The Queen of Hearts--

“That’s you, Queen Miki,” Imaizumi interrupted himself.

“Ah,” she said.

“Oh,” Naruko said. “Say, is that my bike horn? I swear it looks just like--”

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
All on a summer’s day:
The Knight of Hearts, she ate those tarts,
Which took them quite away!

“Well! I never,” Queen Miki said.

“Yes, you never,” Aya said. “I didn’t eat them.”

“I know that,” Queen Miki said. “You know that. But does anyone else?” She peered around the assembled of the court. “Court has been called so court we must have.”

“The tarts are right there,” Aya said in exasperation, standing to hold her hand out at the tray of tarts on the table in front of them.

“I was wondering what those were,” Naruko said, halfway through eating one already.

Queen Miki bristled up to her full height and threw a glare at Naruko. “You,” she said acerbically, “have too much to say, really. Isn’t it time you started listening?”

Aya sniffed. “I rather think he should go to the Mock Turtle.”

The two of them collapsed back onto their thrones and wailed, “Oh he must, he must, listen to the Mock Turtle’s tale!”

Queen Miki cracked open an eye to give Imaizumi a sly look. “And you must be the one to take him there.”

“Me?” he asked. “We barely made it out of that tea party alive!”

Which was true, as once Naruko had headbutted Imaizumi they had both passed out again. Who knew what was happening back there. But surely it would eventually be fine.

“I’ll make it easy, come on,” Queen Miki said, climbing aboard her bicycle.

Aya climbed on after Miki. Imaizumi climbed on after Aya. Naruko climbed on after Imaizumi. No one else climbed on, though Onoda, who was to be part of the jury, tearfully waved a handkerchief at them, and Midousuji, who was to be a witness, hissed and sputtered while making faces.

“It’ll be quick,” Queen Miki said, pushing down on the pedals with great effort as they were four people on one bicycle, one of them in full armour and one of them in full queen’s regalia. “We’ll visit Fukutomi the Mock Turtle, he’ll cry all over you--”

“Hm,” Naruko said skeptically.

“--and then we’ll send you back home, properly this time. Really, you two, you have to learn how to stay awake.”

“We’ll try harder this time,” Imaizumi said as they slowly made their way to the beach.

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

[yrindor]

I love this ending! So many trusting good touch feels!

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

[yrindor]

Hahaha, I love Kinjou being devious!

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

[nyatsuuuu]

Thank you darling (/ n \)

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

[nyatsuuuu]

OMG THIS IS SO LOVELY? YOU GUYS ARE SO LOVELY, THANK YOU FOR REMIXING

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

[underscored]

SCESKJGDSKJGDSLKJGDSKLJGDSKLJGASLK;;GJSDALKJHDASKLJHDSLKJHDSLKJLKSDJGLDSKJGD

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

[nyatsuuuu]

:3c

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

[babster]

ahhh thank you! This is so beautiful; the graphics you two make are always lovely. The book and the wings are excellent touches

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[yrindor]

Shinkai Hayato & Fukutomi Juichi & Toudou Jinpachi, Yowamushi Pedal
original character death, violence, unplanned pregnancy, gangs
1204 words
Remix of mother_herbivore's BR3 fill. Permission from the blanket permission post.

His cover's been blown. He's not sure who told, or how they found out, but he knows almost as soon as it happens. His first hint is when he walks into the convenience store, and the clerk behind the counter won't meet his eye, looking nervously past him and out onto the street. When the clerk excuses himself to the back for a minute, he takes the hint and leaves immediately.

His second clue is when familiar faces from the gang start coming out in force not long after he leaves, all clearly looking for something…or someone. He sticks to the alleys and deserted side streets and hopes no one notices him.

We have reason to believe the gang is currently paying off the governor. Your mission is to infiltrate their core group, find proof, and bring it back to us. Do you understand, Agent?

Yes, sir.

He had received the orders ten months earlier, and at the time, it had seemed like a simple mission, or, at least, as simple as they came in his line of work. Now, he just hopes he can make it out alive, and that the proof he has so far is sufficient.

He knows he should abandon the mission and pull out immediately, but he still has important things in the house he's been sharing with the boss and the rest of the gang's inner circle. He's been staying there since the day he was accepted into the gang; it's been his home for nearly a year now. It's a risk, but one he has to take; he can't leave without at least trying to go back one more time.

He met her the day he started the assignment. He was still scoping the area, trying to decide on the best approach to infiltrate the gang, when he saw her in the bar. She saw him too, from across the hazy room, and she waved him over. He barely dared to trust his luck as he bought her a drink.

That night, they parted with a kiss stolen in the shadows and the promise of more to come.

A week later, they slept together, and the next morning, she introduced him to her brother, the leader of the gang.

Even as cautious as he is, he's nearly caught when he slips out of the last alley before the house, and nearly runs into a couple of the boss's personal guards stationed outside of the house. He sees them before they see him though, and he slips back into the relative safety of the alley.

He smells smoke, and he knows he's running out of time. He sticks to the shadows and weaves his way around into the abandoned building that borders the apartment. There's only a narrow alley separating the two, and it's easy enough for someone with his training to use a conveniently-located fire escape to slip into an open window on the second floor of the apartment.

He had already prepared himself for the worst before he entered, but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant. The boss's sister is lying on the bed with a bullet hole in her forehead and a gun in her hand, but the drying pool of blood across the room tells a different story.

He looks across the room, and sure enough, her child is still there. Flames are already creeping across the floor and licking at the furniture. To his horror, one springs seemingly from nowhere as he watches and twines around the legs of the crib.

"I'm pregnant," she had announced four months after he infiltrated the gang. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Yes, they had slept together the night before he joined their ranks, but he had taken precautions, and it wasn't uncommon for her to share her bed with someone of her choosing.

Five months later, he looked into the brilliant blue eyes of her child, and he knew. He knew everyone else in the room did too.

The child's cries snap him back out of his thoughts. Without thinking, he rushes across the room, grabs the child, and escapes the same way he entered. The exit is more difficult now that he has one arm occupied, but he manages.

He stops just long enough to snuff out the flames smoldering on the edge of his pants before he takes off sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as he can. He's only a couple of blocks away when the explosion rattles the windows of the buildings around him, and he looks back to see the flames leaping up over the rooftops.

The child in his arms starts crying more loudly, and he hopes no one hears. If anyone notices him and his child right now, they're both dead.

Section 103: For the safety of the operative and the child, any child born as a result of a mission will be immediately removed and placed up for adoption.

He committed the entire handbook to memory years ago, but it's one paragraph in particular that jumps to mind now. He can't give up the child, not after everything else. He needs somewhere safe.

Fukutomi and Toudou immediately come to mind. He's barely been able to communicate with them since he started this assignment, but he's sure they'll understand. He changes direction at the next intersection he finds, turning in the direction of their house.

He scribbles a note on the back of receipt he digs out of his pocket and leaves it on the doorstep with the child. Then he runs back the way he came, stopping at the first pay phone he sees just long enough to call his handler and request extraction.

He's less than a block from the pickup point when the first bullet punches through his shoulder. He staggers back a few steps before gritting his teeth and sprinting forward. He just has to make it around the next corner.

The second bullet catches him in the calf, forcing him into an awkward, limping run. He knows he's moving too slowly, but his body won't go any faster.

The third bullet buries itself in his thigh as he turns the final corner, sending him sprawling on the ground as the backup team rushes out. He's barely conscious as a couple of the agents carry him to the waiting ambulance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A phone ringing shatters the tense silence of the house. Fukutomi answers it without interrupting his nervous pacing. Toudou glares at him, silently willing the child in his arms not to wake.

"Hello?" Fukutomi says.

Toudou can't hear anything more than a dull murmur from the other end of the line, but he sees the way the blood drains from Fukutomi's face. He stops rocking, waiting until the droning stops, and Fukutomi says, "I understand."

Fukutomi hangs up.

Toudou holds his breath.

Finally, the silence breaks.

"Shinkai's been shot."

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[blueminuet]

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru & Kinjou Shingo (Prince of Tennis & Yowamushi Pedal)
Tags: no major tags, overbearingly proud parent, one vague reference to Inui Juice, gee Kinjou how come you get two dads?
Word Count: 735

A remix of psiten’s fill here.



Owls swoop in from up high in the great hall, with a flurry of feathers and parchment flapping in the air as they descend upon the students. Kinjou winces slightly, waiting. Shinkai is eating his breakfast just across the table, but Kinjou can still tell he’s waiting expectantly. If Kinjou wanted to, he knows he could look up and see Makishima and Tadokoro gawking from their respective houses’ tables farther off into the great hall, but Kinjou decides he’d rather avoid thinking about his audience.

An owl plops a letter down in front of him, and Kinjou shuts his eyes, not wanting to see how many more will pile up. But, slowly, time passes, and the flutter of wings grows fainter and eventually fades away, and Kinjou braves opening his eyes to see that the letter sitting in front of him is still the only thing that came in the mail for him today.

“I think the nightmare is over,” Shinkai mutters around a piece of bacon.

Kinjou looks up to see Makishima frowning, as if confused, before turning away. Tadokoro is practically standing on his table to get a better look all the way across the hall, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

Kinjou is a bit shocked by it all too. He picks up the one, singular, letter and turns it over in his hands.

“You think maybe your dad’s hand cramped up too much for his normal batch of fifty letters?” Shinkai asks.

Kinjou frowns. “At this point, that seems like a fair assumption.”

“Well, I hope it’s not the end of the care packages though,” Shinkai says.

Kinjou’s frown turns even more sour. “I can’t believe you like the juice.”

Shinkai shrugs. “Like is a strong word, but it’s not that bad.”

Kinjou sighs, and brings himself to pry open the letter. It’s illogical, but part of him half expects it to be filled with twenty more letters charmed to fit in a smaller envelope. But to his relief, the parchment inside is completely normal. He unfolds it and scans his eyes over it.

“Oh.”

Shinkai leans forward expectantly at that note of surprise. “Oh?”

“It’s from my other dad,” Kinjou says.

Shinkai raises an eyebrow. “You have a spare one? Just in case?”

Kinjou ignores him, instead reading over the note.


Shingo,

I am very sorry for the previous spam mail you received from your father over the past week. I was unaware of the volume of letters and packages that your father was sending out, until I realized that all of my messenger owls were far too exhausted for their normal data collection duties.

I have spoken to your father and he has agreed to give it a rest, at least for the time being, to allow you to settle in to your new arrangements at Hogwarts.

I also told him that if he is diligent and leaves you alone for an entire week, I will allow him to send you a special present of his choosing, assuming that my owls are once again well rested at that time.

He also wanted to make sure that I let you know that he only sent you so much because he loves you and because he is very proud of you.

He didn’t instruct me to tell you this part, but I thought that you would find it interesting that your father, despite eventually developing a strong loyalty and pride in Hufflepuff house, was initially extremely disappointed that he was not sorted into Slytherin. I suspect this is why he sent you such a large volume of inquiries, such as asking about details of your common room and other amenities, fulfilling a perhaps unconscious wish to live vicariously as a Slytherin through you.

(I would also like to commend you on your reply of sending him pictures of the interior of Hufflepuff house, which had him sputtering in disbelief for most of the night. I’m not sure how you gained access to a different house’s common room, but I applaud your ingenuity.)

In any case, best wishes for your time at Hogwarts.

Sincerely,
Your Dad


When Kinjou looks up, Shinkai is still giving him an interested glance. “So?”

Kinjou folds up the letter and stuffs it neatly back into its envelope. “My dad enjoyed the pictures you took.”

Shinkai smirks. “Knew that would get him.”

FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, G

[kuramochi]

no major tags, 574 words
kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, kominato ryousuke & isashiki jun remix of luckycricket33's fill here.


"you did what," ryousuke says, and jun shrugs, flicking the gossamer hem of his hood out of his face for the third time in as many minutes.

"i left a note," he says, matter-of-fact, as if this is a common play in the fairy godparent playbook. maybe it is; ryousuke is sure he doesn't want to know.

"and you signed it the pretty mystery boy," ryousuke says, voice the dangerous kind of calm, a smooth sheet of glass the moment before it shatters.

"well, i couldn't use your name," jun says, "and he clearly thought you were pretty."

"you didn't think he could figure it out from the shoe?" ryousuke is being very charitable, he feels, by not bringing up the fact that jun nearly tripped him on his way down the stairs to get him to drop it in the first place.

"better safe than sorry," jun says, punctuates the sentence with a judicious nod. ryousuke wants to scream. he'd just wanted a little adventure — a little bit of time out from under the suffocating responsibilties that make up his daily life, one night of freedom. some space to breathe and relax and have a little fun. it's not suppose to follow him home. "i mean, you do want him to chase you, right?"

"no," ryousuke says.

jun hums, a discomfittingly shrewd light in his eyes. he crosses his arms, the billowing sleeves of his robe swaying, perched in midair, sitting on something ryousuke can't see. he looks ridiculous but ryousuke is too off-balance to tell him so. "you like him," jun says, and ryousuke shakes his head, hand slicing through the air like he can physically cut jun off.

"i don't know him," he says, meaning it doesn't matter. it had been nice, kuramochi youichi looking at ryousuke like he'd never seen anything better in his life, candlight gleaming off polished tile, music lulling their limbs into an effortless synchronicity. if ryousuke lets himself, he can still feel the imprint of the prince's hands on his waist.

"he's going to come looking," jun says, feet kicking idly, swinging a good foot above the ground. ryousuke wants to knock him off of whatever it is he's sitting on, magical powers be damned. "i bet he would have even without the shoe."

"i'll hide," ryousuke says, feeling like he's being brave somehow by insisting he's already gotten everything he wants, that this is where the story is supposed to end. "i'll move into the attic."

"uh-huh," jun says, chin resting on his palm. he thinks he's got ryousuke's number and ryousuke hates it. "it's all right, you know."

"what is?" ryousuke says, irritated by jun's uncharacteristic calm.

"to let yourself want something."

ryousuke swears and jun laughs, lifting out of range of ryousuke's hands. "you're fired," ryousuke says, swatting at the trailing edge of jun's stupid irridescent robe, trying to get enough purchase to pull. "i never asked for this."

jun's cackling now, rolling back on his invisible seat, hair brushing the ceiling. ryousuke has too much dignity to make a jump for it, but he hopes with passionate vindictiveness that jun hits his head.

"i'll tell him it was haruichi," ryousuke says, desperate to prove some sort of point, even if he's lost track of exactly what that point is.

"oh, believe me," jun says, mouth full of teeth, smile almost wider than his face, "he'll be able to tell the difference."