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.

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If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

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SCORING

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Comments

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[elucidatedlucy]

Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya with background Imaizumi/Shinkai, Yowamushi Pedal
Tags: Violence, attempted murder
Word count: 1000
Remix of princesssid's fill here, with references to another here.

Kanzaki is still staring at the note when Imaizumi comes through the front.

Before he can leave, she says, "How did your date go?"

Scarlet blossoms across the terse glare on his face. He looks away. "It was not a date. I've told you that enough, Kanzaki."

She laughs. "Really?"

"Really," he answers, withering repetition.

"That's good!" Kanzaki slaps the paper on her desk - the smiling rabbit, the short message - and carelessly spins her gun on top. "I was worried I'd be killing your boyfriend, or something."


---


When it all comes down to it, Kanzaki considers herself a rather patient person. She runs the Chiba branch without much complaint. She deals with the fact that Imaizumi is incapable of completing particular missions. She keeps close track of the timelines. And she normally managed to keep competitors' noses out of their business. By any right, she deserved a bit of a personal break from time to time.

Tachibana wasn't gang material, no matter how tough she may have been in the face of blood and bullet. But that was something Kanzaki enjoyed. Imaizumi wasn't either, and he stuck around, for lack of any place more welcoming.

Better yet, she didn't ask questions.

Sometimes Kanzaki could read them on her face. Where the burns had come from. If she remembered their last date, if they'd even had a previous date, or final date, at that point in time. The terrible dye job Naruko had pushed the three into. Whether it was blood or bike oil staining her skin. Why she buried her face against her sometimes without a word. Inexplicable glances at her hands that left her wondering if anything would happen there, either. But she didn't like hints, and wouldn't let Tachibana throw any around.

They had a contract.

"And it's sealed with a kiss!" Kanzaki had lied, through piles of paperwork and signatures built up over a dozen meetings.

"Haven't I given you enough already," Tachibana had grumbled.

She hadn't. A rule was already broken, but Kanzaki let it slip. Just once. Grinning over what was to come, she had only said, "Sorry Aya, the interest is where it really catches you."

Tachibana was all teeth and hair and awkwardness that never got much better. In a kiss, she could never tell when the two of them were. Only that it was - together.

Kanzaki liked that.


---


"What did he do this time," Imaizumi says.

"You know," Kanzaki drawls. "He broke the rules!"

Deadpan shifting into nervous energy, he repeats the question.

She smiles. "Imaizumi. You're smart, aren't you? Haven't we known each other long enough?"

Fingers splayed along the desk, twitching at her gun - not too close, for how she stares. He knows what she's capable of doing. Teeth grit louder in his mouth, almost as loud as his labored breathing.

"It's a joke," he says.

She hums. "It's not a very funny one then, is it?"

"He just. He always!" Imaizumi throws himself back, hand shoved over his mouth. Dozens of clocks run over themselves in his silence. It was already decided. "No. It's fine. It's none of my business." He talks as though he could have ever changed her mind. "Do what you want."

"Mhm!"


---


There are rules to this business.

Other organizations do their best to match it. Undue conflict never helped anyone. The time streams were difficult enough to catalogue as it was.

Don't interact too much with yourself.

Don't spread around information.

Let things fall where they will.

But really, all that Kanzaki had to worry about was -

Don't get outsiders involved.

The worst part was that it wasn't Shinkai's fault. The worst part was that it was her crime, to begin with.


---


"Kanzaki," he says. "Pleasure to see you."

Shikai is all red and blue, heat and chill, sweat and ease. It isn't a wonder that he can handle Imaizumi. It isn't a wonder, either, that he manages to get along with Tachibana. She was too trusting, despite a harsh mouth. Most people had learned not to approach her. Only people more dangerous would know what a facade it was.

"Of course," she says. "It's been a while. I got your note!"

He doesn't stop smiling. Neither does she.

"Good," he says.

"Where is she? I hope you haven't been boring her. Aya's never satisfied with sitting around with paperwork, you know?"

"You got here at just the right time." Of course she had. She wasn't one to waste it. Eyes on his hands, holster, shoulder, it was coming. "Sorry to call you out like this. It isn't often that I get the chance to see Souhoku's backbone."

Kanzaki's smile thins. A backbone with such a weakness as this.

"You know how it is. If I wasn't always on watch, Imaizumi wouldn't have a clue what to do with himself!"

He chuckles. "I'm glad he has you."

Imaizumi never let much out of his mouth. But it all showed in his nervous gait. Coming in late, or too early, frowning far more than usual. The days he'd come in wearing t-shirts instead of easily crumpled dress shirts. And every moment he was a little better than the day before - when it wasn't about revenge, but quiet irritation and fondness, making him go outside.

"Yeah," she said. "Both of us."

She doesn't give it much pause. He blinks, despite all that ease and calm, tiredly staring at the gun in her hand.

"Couldn't pull it over," he says. "Just like I'd have thought."

She figures Imaizumi could get another boyfriend.

"Sorry!"

Kanzaki daintily steps past him, as he stumbles to almost sitting. As it turns out, Tachibana is fine. Tachibana isn't there. Tachibana is at home, burning noodles despite perfectly seared vegetables.

Standing in the office, Kanzaki thinks about the fact that she didn't make sure he was dead.

By the time she gets back outside, he's gone.


---


People tried to teach lessons sometimes. In a business like this, it was more fool-hardy than not. In a business like this, it meant someone dying - usually.

The next time she sees Shinkai, she gives a thin smile, and a warning shot. He's polite, as ever, and gets out of the way.

Imaizumi doesn't ask questions. The best she sees out of him is a scoff over his phone, and an uncontrollable curve to his lips.

For the moment, it's worth the annoyance.

For respective weakness, she'd trade the difference and let Shinkai live.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki (Daiya No Ace)
Tags: major character death, supernatural elements (ghosts, literal hell)
Word Count: 561

A remix of kuramochi’s fill here.



Heat radiates up, piercing through Zaizen’s shoes as he trudges along, sand and sharp pebbles shifting in his wake. This whole place is heat and darkness and jagged edges, and Zaizen can’t stand it much longer.

“You’re still there, right?” Zaizen asks, his head facing stubbornly forward at the steep incline ahead of him.

“Of course I am,” Chris says. “Where else would I go?”

Zaizen huffs, though there’s some relief in it. “Just making sure. I’d hate to go all this way to come out of it with nothing.”

“And I’d feel absolutely terrible for inconveniencing you,” came Chris’s voice, and in his mind’s eye Zaizen can just about imagine the subtle eye roll that Chris would wholeheartedly deny ever doing. He almost laughs, almost, but can’t quite make the situation seem funny.

He wants to look back and see Chris standing there so, so much.

“Hey, uh…” Zaizen stalls for something to say, reaching for something that isn’t quite there. “Are you… this is dumb.”

“Say it anyway.”

Zaizen frowns. “So, you’re a ghost, right?”

There’s silence. A long one. Part of Zaizen’s brain imagines Chris, his lips pursed and staring onward quizzically, silently judging.

The other half of his brain whirls off into panic that Chris is no longer there and that he’s talking to himself; that he braved hell and cheated death for nothing.

Finally, Chris speaks. “Yes. Generally, that’s how dying works.”

Zaizen lets out a breath he didn’t know was trapped in his lungs. “Shut up. I told you it was gonna be dumb.”

Chris sighs, and Zaizen finds even that comforting. “Was there any more to that line of thought?” Chris asks.

“Well, I was just thinking,” Zaizen says. “Are you… I mean… Are you also walking? Or are you like… I mean… just sort of floating around?” The silence stretches out again, but this time Zaizen decides to be proactive about it. “I already know it’s a dumb question, stop staring at me!”

“I wasn’t,” Chris says.

“You definitely were!”

“Really?”

Zaizen huffs. “Yeah, with that look.”

Chris sighs. “What are you talking about?”

“The one, you know.” He waves a hand vaguely, hoping the gesture reads just as well from behind. “Like you’re judging me like I’m a lab rat or something.”

“That’s not a look I give.”

Zaizen stops walking, and frowns.

“Zaizen?”

“I didn’t, you know, mean it in a bad way. I guess,” Zaizen mutters. Something about it strikes him as wrong, the way Chris has been talking, replying, and he can’t quite put a finger on it. Can’t tell if he’s right or if it just seems that way because of the heat and paranoia of this place.

“Of course I know that,” Chris says, and Zaizen analyses even that. But it’s not his skillset, analysing is what Chris does, but… Zaizen feels like he knows Chris as well as he knows himself, and yet suddenly, he can’t decide if that’s something Chris would say, if the tone is right.

What if it isn’t? What if he’s been tricked? He wants nothing more but to look back and…

“Zaizen, we should keep going,” Chris says.

Zaizen shakes his head, and yet the doubts stay steadfastly needled into his temple. “Alright. Yeah, alright. Let’s… let’s keep going,” he says, but the words ring hollow even to him.

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, M

[alder_knight]

Remix of kusoelite’s maid outfit harurin art from BR2.

tags: sexual content, crossdressing, body fluids that result from sexual content (???)
wordcount: 1918

AO3

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: no major tags, sexually suggestive content
Word Count: 488

A remix of psiten’s fill here.



Inui flipped slowly through a fashion magazine as he listened to the sounds of struggling coming from the other side of the curtain in the dressing room. Fashion wasn’t normally Inui’s specialty, but well… recently he had developed a certain interest in it.

“Senpai, I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Kaidou grumbled from within the dressing room.

“It may seem tight, Kaidou, but that’s how these garments are meant to be worn,” Inui tells him through the curtain.

“I don’t think I can zip it up,” Kaidou says back.

Inui closes his magazine, considering, before setting it down and barging in past the curtain. Kaidou is standing there, plaintively tugging down at either side of a zip up shirt, not having much success with it. When he looks up and sees Inui’s reflection in the mirror he makes a yelping sort of noise and spins around.

“Senpai!”

Inui walks forward and Kaidou jumps back, a bit like a startled animal, but only manages to box himself into the corner. He pulls either side of his shirt, crossing his arms in some hope for decency, but Inui doesn’t pay any mind to that. He reaches out, wrapping a hand around each of Kaidou’s wrists slowly, and after a beat, Kaidou relaxes, going limp enough for Inui to remove his hands.

“You’re wearing it wrong,” Inui says.

Kaidou hisses. “How many ways could there possibly be to wear it?”

Inui grabs the shirt, and rearranges it on Kaidou’s body. Doing so completely exposes Kaidou’s chest and abdomen, but Inui only pays as much attention to those areas as necessary; his duty is to assist with the covering of those areas, after all. He tugs at the shirt so that it rests on Kaidou’s shoulders better.

“You were pulling it down, trying to get it to go all the way down to your waist, but it’s not supposed to do that. So it was sitting on your frame all wrong.” Inui runs his fingers under the bottom hem of the shirt, making sure that it’s sitting correctly, before bringing a hand to either side of the zipper. It’s still a bit of a struggle to bring the two ends together, but the fabric is stretchy and it does as it’s supposed to, bending to Inui’s will and he manages to slip the zipper together. Then slowly — to make sure the zipper didn’t catch any of Kaidou’s skin — he pulls the zipper upwards, using a second finger to keep the zipper from nipping at Kaidou.

When he focuses on Kaidou’s face again, it’s beet red.

“There,” Inui says, pulling away to show that his task is done.

It takes a moment before Kaidou moves again, but slowly he straightens up and turns back to the mirror.

And instantly balks.

“It shows my stomach,” he says, running his hands over his abdomen.

Inui smiles, and Kaidou just goes redder. “Exactly.”

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[blueminuet]

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: no major tags, hogwarts AU, illicit cross-team romance
Word Count: 483

A remix of psiten’s fill here.


Kaidou nervously wrung his hands over the handle of his broom, looking furtively over his shoulder. He was already geared up in his bright Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform — hardly a stealthy disguise by any stretch of the imagination — but he was hoping no would catch him as he hid out behind the pitch, waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity, he caught a flutter of blue around the corner, and soon after Inui appeared.

“There you are,” Kaidou hissed.

Inui frowned down at him. “My team was discussing strategy for today’s game. Sorry for the delay.”

By all accounts, that shouldn’t have done anything to soothe Kaidou’s nerves, but all the same, just seeing Inui’s face had him feeling less jumpy.

“What kind of strategy?” Kaidou asked.

Inui raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t think I would so easily disclose that to the competition,” he said, though he leaned closer as he did. “Though you know how I operate. I collect data on my opponents.”

Kaidou nodded. “And what do you know about your opponents today?”

There was just a hint of a smirk on Inui’s lips, a barely noticeable curl. Kaidou only caught it because he was used to keeping a watch out for it. “I happen to know quite a bit about their keeper, as it happens.”

Kaidou swung his hand forward, just slightly, but Inui seemed to predict the movement anyway, and swung his hand at the same time so that their hands collided. Their fingers laced together, the edges of their fingerless gloves rubbing against one another, giving away to skin to skin contact. Their hands swung together, almost completely hidden in the swish of their blue and yellow robes. Kaidou watched the colors waving and overlapping, and could almost imagine them blending into a rich green together.

“What do you know about him?” Kaidou asked, not quite looking at Inui’s face.

Still, he knew Inui was smiling. “I know he’s ticklish in several spots.”

Kaidou’s face went bright red and his head snapped up to look at Inui. “You didn’t tell the rest of your team that, did you?”

Inui’s smile only brightened. “No.” He leaned closer, their robes overlapping more. “I’m keeping that data all to myself.”

Kaidou hissed a sigh of relief, but his anxiety shot up again as Inui leaned forward. The hand that wasn’t tangled up with Kaidou’s reached out and cupped Kaidou’s face, tilting his head up. The kiss was brief and chaste, but still enough to make Kaidou feel like he was in a tailspin.

Somewhere, far in the very back of Kaidou’s brain, he wondered if Inui liked kissing him before their matches because he knew exactly what those kisses did to Kaidou.

“Good luck,” Inui whispered into Kaidou’s lips.

All of Kaidou’s wondering disappeared at that, replaced with a warm feeling radiating out from his chest. “Y-you too.”

FILL: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA, T

[princesssid]

tags: body horror, of the decapitated variety
Makishima/Kinjou, Yowapeda
491 words
remix of blueminuet's fill here, and a shout-out to mother_herbivore for linking me to the original because 🔥🔥🔥

Makishima woke up with his head on the pillow and his body on the bed but with noticeable air space between the two body parts.

His first assumption was his greatest worry, that somehow, in the middle of the night, his ribbon had come loose. If his head were attached to his neck the blood would have drained out of his cheeks. With Kinjou not in the bed next to him, that meant that certainly Kinjou had seen, and who knew how traumatized, how upset, he was feeling now?

Makishima’s head lolled to the side in his panic and that’s when he saw his ribbon was neatly folded on the bedside table.

Oh.

He sat up and used his hands to pick his head up, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He held it to the nightstand to take a closer look. Yes, definitely folded with purpose. Very typical Kinjou, he reflected, frowning, to make it clear that he had removed the ribbon himself to satisfy his curiosity. Even in what must have been a confusing and upsetting moment he had remained clear-headed.

The grip Makishima had on his head tightened, making his teeth grind. This was not how he had wanted things to play out. He did not know how he had wanted things to play out, because there was no happy ending, really, for a decapitated person, but this had not been a contender. He switched his grip on his head to holding it by the hair with one hand and swiped the ribbon off the table onto the floor. Then he stood up and kicked the ribbon around the room, which did nothing to calm him down. He thought of the hole in the wall he used to punch.

Finally he stopped, shoulders slumping, the neck of his head brushing the floor. He looked at the ribbon. He had to see how Kinjou was doing. Makishima should have expected this, maybe, since he had noticed Kinjou’s gaze lingering on his neck more than usual, had noticed the hesitant brushes to his shoulders, had noticed the uptick in being asked about the ribbon.

He was still staring at the ribbon. Should he put it back on? To talk to Kinjou?

There wasn’t really a point. He left the ribbon rumpled there on the floor, part of it hidden under the bed, and walked to the front door stoop where he knew Kinjou liked to go.

Kinjou was there, sitting and staring out at the sky. Why? Makishima wanted to ask. Why couldn’t you have been more patient? I would have figured it out, how to break it to you, so that we wouldn’t have to go through this.

Kinjou turned to look at him, eyes going reflexively up to where his head usually was, then dragging down to where it was actually swinging.

Makishima stared back at him. “I told you," he said. "You weren’t ready to know.”

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, M

[fullofjoy]

Implied sexual content
Remix of jtchibifan's picture that is really hot and NSFW

Sob. I wish I could do it more justice but I cannot for now. But I have a a weakness for Rin giving attention to Haru's neck. Why is there kemonomimi? Er... just because.

Nothing explicit is showing but still may be considered NSFW from what seems to be implied

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku & Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal
Tags: Alluded to gore/evisceration, a bit of body horror, supernatural based, vague events referred to without actually showing things going on because trying to avoid making this fill too long for its own good, i dont know how ship this is its just. There it go.
Word count: 2260

Remix of garciraki's written fill from Round 2.


The stack of paperwork in the attic had been growing on its own.

Manami hadn't given it much thought at first. Given any coming apocalypse, there were bound to be things that slipped past their notice. It was the first one they'd been assigned, after all. For a few hundred years of existence, and only a few comparative worlds, details were hard to keep in mind.

The lights and entrails strung up around them beginning to shift didn't bother them too much. Though there was a particular atmosphere Manami enjoyed to the room, they didn't stay long enough to remember how things had been before they left it. And if Teshima came in to try to rip things down, it only made sense that the attic would never look quite the same.

They didn't keep track of how often Teshima managed to drag himself out of any given grave and back to his unfortunate lodgings, but it happened often enough that there were lights on at least six months out of the year.

More notices would come in the mail, from above, from below, and from various unspecified organizations, and they would allow them to shuffle up the stairs to make their way to familiar sights. It was only when they noticed black ichor dripping down the stairs that Manami felt it had, perhaps, gone a little too far.

"Have you seen the attic recently?"

A while ago, Teshima had apparently had his skull stolen. There weren't pictures. He'd made plenty jokes about hot air keeping him together, despite the way he kept touching his own face. It would have been a little funny to see. Better than hearing more self-depreciating humor from him, at least. This week, it was half of his fingers, assorted between both hands.

"I'm a little busy," he said.

On the table, he had a mess of fabric, skin, and dried leather - wire and toothpicks, cement glue and a hot iron.

"Oh. Did you take my advice?"

He sighed.

"It's a good idea," Manami said. "Whenever I'm missing feathers, there are always things laying around that work just as well. It's not like you really need all the parts as long as you're still alive."

"I wouldn't really call this living, but sure." He cursed over the heat to his palm, melting glue and skin together. They were a little surprised if he could still feel any of it. And a little jealous. "Did you hear? Apparently finger bones are all the rage right now with the health goth crew. Lucky charms or something, like they've ever done anything good for me. Witches are crawling over themselves for a few to hang from their ears."

"You could probably replace it with some possum bones. They've been getting bigger lately! One stole the trash can last week."

Teshima paused. "You mean the one you made a portal to hell."

"Yeah," they said.

He picked up a file and started sanding away excess glue. "Okay," he said. "Sure. I see you're making good progress on ending the world."

They shrugged.

The ceiling fan wobbled above with a series of progressive thumps. Dust fell from the ceiling, peppering Teshima's hair, and he gave in.

"What's wrong with the attic."

By the time the two of them checked, it had already escaped out the window. All it left behind was an acidic trail of ink and the marked lack of Teshima's organs.

"Apocalypse seems to be going super well," he muttered.

Manami shrugged.

All things considered.

It seemed like a bit of a waste.


---


"What do you mean you lost them," Miyahara said. Her department wasn't too great with phones, static overwhelming her sharp voice. "I sent you those files because I had hoped you would be able to finish up before the four Kings were sent out. We won't be able to get anywhere without approved credentials."

"There's a lot to take care of, rep!" Manami held the phone back to keep the sparks of plasma oozing out away. Though the burns didn't cause lasting damage, if they could avoid having to reissue their glamour, they'd do it. "And I just sort of ... forgot? Sorry."

"You forgot."

Weak laughter was the most they could manage.

"And tell me how you managed to forget where they were."

"Oh, I didn't forget that!" they said. "The papers just snuck out while I wasn't looking. Right out the window!"

Sometimes, humans would say that dogs had eaten their homework. That made about as much sense as papers coming alive and escaping in grotesque agony - all of the sense in the world, in fact.

"Then get it back."

"I think that might be a little impossible at this point."

"I can't simply reprint all that paperwork, Sangaku. I realize you've gotten used to human amenities, but those aren't approved for my office yet. Do you know what a type writer is?"

"Uh ... yes."

"Do you know how long it takes to hand-type and individually place three thousand, nine hundred and forty-six papers, without error or typo at that?"

Manami hung up the phone, after a precise explanation, cutting into the discussion about premium ink costs and blessings that allowed her to get the proper kind through the door.

"So," Teshima said.

They tried to ignore him.

"Impossible, huh?"

It didn't work as well as it used to. They said, "I heard that bird seers are on the lookout for undead eyes lately."


---


Despite their best efforts, he still followed.

If it was closer to the end, they could have simply flown away. Unfortunately, they were too behind on paperwork for that.


---


Teshima lived on leylines, of a sort.

From what they knew, due to his non-stop running mouth, it had apparently taken a lot of research to even find it. Someone so "normal" would never have the chance.

He wasn't normal anymore, after a little incident with falling through the door in the basement.

Last Manami checked, it didn't have much of a bottom.

A guardian angel took pity on his infinite torment, at some point, and killed him.

And despite all common sense, he'd dragged himself back up to his domicile and ground his feet.

"This is my house," he said. "I bought it. I spent too many years on this to give up on it now."

"Do you have the deed?" Manami asked.

He stammered and they managed to pull it out of their shirt, from between feathers and dozens of irritating bindings.

It was a little unfortunate to try to buy the very spot where the world was supposed to crack open and herald the beginning of the end, but Teshima decided to make the best of it.

"We'll call it a rental," he said.

"What's that," Manami said.

So Teshima came back there after every time another bounty hunter or well-meaning priest or mischievous witch found him along all the powers in the area, and Manami learned to use the stove and improved their interior decorating skills.

After a dozen helpful hints that it would benefit him more to leave - and another dozen harmful hints that he'd be better off anywhere else, torn arms, shattered bones, and miserable kidnappings from all sides - Teshima was still there.

"It's not like I have to worry about it too much longer," he said one night, after having slipped off the roof again. "End of the world's just around the corner. Why give up now?"

"I'm glad you're so dedicated," they'd said, with a friendly wave.

Manami couldn't tell if he was looking forward to it or not.


---


Manami didn't make many lists. They weren't much one for saving things or marking them down. But if asked, there were strong contenders for things they liked about being on Earth.

1) Mountains - the afterlife was, for the most part, far too plain. Though the underworld had more interesting scenery, it also fell into more downs than proper ups, and summits were hard to find.

2) Chestnuts - Lacking a physical body didn't make it completely impossible to enjoy food, but humans had managed to make chestnut a part of so many foods that - if Manami so chose - they would never have to eat anything without. Teshima seemed to have a growing dread at the dinners they managed to work them into, but it was all good. All of it. No one could tell Manami anything different.

3) Pain - Lacking a physical body did make the addition of most sensation absolutely impossible. Though their body didn't hold onto pain well, it was a normal part of every day efforts. Smashing a toe had never been so personally satisfying a problem.

But most importantly -

"No bikes?" Teshima said. "I thought it was supposed to be a paradise."

Manami sighed. "You humans really have it all."


---


The underworld didn't look much better than the last time Manami had visited.

Though the last time, they'd chosen to be there.

The rivers and icy fires weren't as tantalizing when the thought of failure was settling into their gut.

No signal on their phone. Manami pursed their lips. No calling Miyahara to handle bureaucracy. They dropped it with their unraveling hands. The witch's spells were burning through their glamour, tearing apart skin as much as it kept them bound below.

"I can't have you ruining things up here just yet!" Right as they'd come upon finding that mess of paperwork. "Mind taking a nap for a few more years?"

Arms and legs and eyes and knives.

Their flesh was prickled armor, breathing upon itself, flickering pupils beneath every new gap. It was light and dozens more fingers, legs, their head spinning out till it was little more than a wheel.

Normally they'd take her up on that offer. But Manami was a little tired of sleeping in.

There were options. A dozen. Finding any number of demons below. There were ways of charming answers out of people, and more for tearing them out. It wasn't often that heralds got stuck anywhere. For good reason, burning wildly out of control.

And of course, Teshima was - they laughed. It wasn't like they hadn't warned him about witches. How much more he'd blame on their presence, and the rivers were boiling.

Except.

There was a little blue dot in the distance.

"I hate that thing."

A tiny demon, wearing fake toy horns, peeked out from behind a rock.

"Every time I stick out my head, this big bug starts clawing at my head." It sniffled. "Every time I tell the boss, he tells me that there's no bug guarding any entry down here. All that paperwork says so."

Manami blinked.

"Hey!"

Miserable fool-hardy decisions.

The sort that only someone who wanted to suffer would make.

"Plan on getting out of here any time soon?" Teshima's feet were halfway through the portal, awkwardly hanging on with one hand. "It's not as fun as you might think to shove your head down a possum's mouth, and I'd rather not have to lose my other arm so quickly."


---


"A protected species."

"Yeah," Manami said. "I can't do the paperwork without killing it, and killing it is super illegal, rep. I know you'd hate me to break that rule."

"It's endangered," she said, deadpan and disbelieving.

"The only one of its kind! I'm shocked too."

"How did this happen, again?"

"Witches," Manami said.

"Of course. I guess. I'll start on new paperwork," she muttered.

"Sorry," they said. "Can't you get someone else to do it? I know a few people who might owe a favor."

"Send them up. Anything would help at this point."

Manami hung up, content for the moment. Kanzaki seemed to know some good people. Even if she wasn't very interested in helping along the end of the world, she'd probably get along with Miyahara. To a degree.

Teshima was still leaning over their shoulder, glancing from the phone, to them. They hadn't managed to find his proper arm yet, roving possum a little more difficult to track down than the living monster of paperwork, but he'd found another one floating around. He was lucky that way.

"So it's on hold."

"Yeah," Manami said. "Too bad, huh?"

"Got my hopes up for nothing," he muttered.

Witches had a way of mucking up the system. And normal people too, they supposed. Manami wasn't very good with being an angel. They were a little too attached to Earth for that.

"Don't worry! Just a few hundred more years, and we'll be out the door before you know it." They grinned. "Maybe you can finally pay off the mortgage on that house and get the deed? Might be a little tight, though."

Teshima snorted. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"My pleasure."

"Do you think Kanzaki could magic my guts out of the papers?"

"I think the papers already merged with them. Who could have figured you had a compatible blood type with them? Quite the achievement, Teshima."

He ground his one working hand into his face. "You know me. Over achiever."

"We could always fashion some new ones for you. There are all kinds of witches in the world. Oh, you could even use bicycle framing for a new system! And if you'd like, I could hold onto your ribs while you clean yourself up!"

Genuine as they were, he still stared. "Good idea." Genuine as he was, they still raised an eyebrow. Teshima faked something like a laugh. "I'll figure it out later. Got a few years, after all. It isn't like you'll be out any time soon." They jumped three meters when he jabbed them in the gut. "Long as you keep your word anyway."

Mouth covered, Manami hovered there, and smiled from behind their hands. "As much as you do."

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, PG

[babster]

I'm so glad you liked it! Your fill was so tender and soft with an outside perspective I wanted to try and capture that feeling from an inside perspective

FILL: Team kanzaki miki/tachibana aya, T

[spacewives]

blood, bodyhorror, injuries, transgender character
Manami Sangaku & Miyahara



This is a remix of https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/16113.html?thread=7615473#cmt7615473 by ellucidatedlucy!!

I made miyahara into a fantasy priestess but I'm afraid she looks more witchy than i intended. u _ u

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

[yrindor]

I never would have thought of it, but you've managed to completely sell me on Kinjou as an Inui/Kaidou child. I don't think I'm going to be able to unsee it now. The ending of this was great; I'm still laughing.

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[yrindor]

Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga, Kuroko no Basuke
minor violence, implied/referenced homophobia
421 words
Remix of winterstuck's BR3 fill.


Himuro opened his mailbox to a familiar sight. He smiled as he took out the drugstore bag shoved inside and opened it; he wasn't surprised at all to see Taiga's nearly-illegible handwriting on a note taped to the top of the box of painkillers. Taiga's handwriting had been terrible for as long as they'd known each other, regardless of what language he was writing in.

The scribble seemed to dance a bit before his eyes, and trying to focus on it did nothing for his growing headache. He didn't really need to read it though; he was certain it said the same thing it said every time. "You should have called me. You know I'd always have your back in a fight." He knew Taiga meant it, but he also knew he'd never take Taiga up on the offer. After all, doing so would negate the entire reason he kept getting into fights in the first place.

It was no secret that Taiga was head-over-heels in love with a certain blue-haired member of his basketball team, just as it was no secret that said teammate worried himself sick every time Taiga was hurt. For Kuroko, Taiga tried his best to rein in his temper and avoid fights, even if it meant turning a blind eye to everyone who had less-than-polite things to say about him and his boyfriend.

Himuro, however, had no such ties to Kuroko, so he had nothing stopping him, and he wasn't going to let anyone talk crap about one of his best friends and get away with it. He suspected that Taiga had at least some sense of what he was up to, but by mutual unspoken agreement, neither of them ever brought it up. He knew the Seirin third-years knew as well; they had made passing comments to him about it more than once. It was probably one of them who had snitched to Taiga.

Honestly, it was probably Hyūga again; it usually was, but since it could have been any of them, he'd tell all three of them off like usual, but they all knew he didn't mean it. So long as Taiga never knew why he was getting in fights, he didn't mind. He'd keep doing what he was doing so long as there was need for it, and they'd continue snitching to Taiga, who would continue to send him first-aid supplies and give him a hard time about it. It was a strange sort of setup, but it seemed to work.

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[yrindor]

Akashi Seijuurou & Nijimura Shuuzou, Kuroko no Basuke
no tags
586 words
Remix of winterstuck's BR4 fill.


At night, Akashi dreamed of Nijimura. It was always the same dream, or maybe it was a memory. At some point the two had started to bleed together until it was hard to tell them apart anymore.

The memory was of the day Nijimura asked to speak to him after practice, and then told him he was leaving for America and passing on the captaincy. He had watched Nijimura walk away that day, that much he remembered. And he had taken over the basketball club in Nijimura's stead, but he hadn't been able to nurture it the way Nijimura had.

The dreams didn't start until later, until around the time the team first began to splinter. It was always the same dream, Nijimura standing before him and asking after the state of the team. He was never sure how to answer, but he always knew his answer wasn't correct.

"We won again," he said every night for years, but every night, Nijimura would just look at him sadly and ask again, "How's the team?"

Looking back at it several years later, there was so much more he could have said, perhaps should have said. "Aomine's drifting away again, and I don't know how to bring him back," maybe, or "everyone's playing for themselves, and it doesn't feel like a team anymore," but none of those had occurred to him at the time. Not when all he could think about was winning.

Initially, the dreams had irritated him, disrupting his usual night's sleep and leaving him feeling unsettled in the morning. Once he found himself a prisoner of his own mind though, he started looking forward to them. He spent his days locked away inside his consciousness as his other side carried his body through the world; his only communication being the times Bokushi felt the need to come back and belittle him and his weaknesses.

Every night though, Nijimura appeared before him and asked about the team. It was a break from the monotony, even if he was never sure if Nijimura was a dream, or a memory, or a figment of his own imagination. And every night, when he answered, he felt like he wasn't answering the right question.

It wasn't until his first year of high school that he finally understood the question. "I want them to be better, but I don't know how to lead them," Akashi finally admitted. "I couldn't lead Teiko the way you had. How do I do better with Rakuzan?"

Nijimura smiled, the same sad but gentle smile Akashi remembered from so many years before. "Trust them," Nijimura said. "Trust yourself, and don't be afraid to learn from your mistakes."

That was the last time he dreamed of Nijimura, and the next day was the first time he no longer felt so trapped in his own mind. For the first time since he had fled, he felt like he could take back control of himself from Bokushi if he wished.

He saw Nijimura in the stands during the final game of the Winter Cup, and he sought him out after the match.

He wasn't sure what to say at first, but when Nijimura asked "How's the team?" it was his chance to say "They're doing well. Thank you."

"I knew you'd figure it out eventually," Nijimura replied. Then, he turned and left.

Akashi tried to follow, but the departing spectators came between him and his old captain, and by the time he broke free, Nijimura was nowhere in sight.

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

[blueminuet]

:D
I'm so glad, because Kinjou being an InuKai child is my pet AU (headcanon?) so I'm happy to have successfully sold it. I'm glad you enjoyed it. c:

Fill: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G

[prillalar]

no tags
Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Haikyuu!!
time: 5 minutes

podfic of persephonali's Kuroo/Tsukishima Game Stop flirting fill, blanket remix permission given

Listen on SoundCloud | Download from my site (7MB zip of mp3)

FILL: Team kanzaki miki/tachibana aya, PG

[spacewives]

tags: insomnia ( i hardly know how to tag this )
Kuramochi/Miyuki

This bed is getting crowded.......

A remix of https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/16113.html?thread=7606257#cmt7606257 by user kazuyas!!

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

chrismiyu, daiya no ace
no tags

link to original fill
i went ahead and podficced one of lira's (aptly-poetic) chrismiyu fills from br5—link is here!

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

chrismiyu, daiya no ace
no tags

link to the original fill
podficced a chrismiyu fill miaoujones did in br3. link is here!

Fill: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G

[prillalar]

alcohol drinking
Momoshiro Takeshi/Kaidoh Kaoru, Prince of Tennis
time: 4 minutes

podfic of iwaizumemes MomoKai future fic fill, blanket remix permission given

The fic was for my prompt of this official picture of Momo and Kaidoh at 24!

Listen on SoundCloud | Download from my site (5MB zip of mp3)

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Kindaichi Yuutarou / Kunimi Akira, Haikyuu
tags: genderbend, food
graphics/etc fill
remix of raygayraygay's fill here, permission gotten privately

Kunimi = chiharu
(Kindaichi) = dynamite

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

Oikawa Tooru & Kunimi Akira, Haikyuu
tags: genderbend
graphics/etc fill
remix of princesssid's fill here, permission given here

Oikawa = dynamite
Kunimi = chiharu









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Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[winterstuck]

overprotective big bro!himuro ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh <3 <3 <3

also, that seirin has a system worked out is so great, thank you for this remix!

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

[dynamite]

AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL ART!!!

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

[dynamite]

thank you so much!! we had fun doing it.... thank you for writing such cute ayamiki <3

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[winterstuck]

YELLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

oh my god, i was not expecting this, i was not expecting all these feels akashi's dream!nijimura lsakdjf;aoieqj;faowijf;oaiwjef;oaskjf;aksjdlfajw; /lies down forever

IS NIJIMURA A GHOST OR IS AKASHI HALLUCINATING i honestly can't decide which i'd prefer b/c either way MY HEART ;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~; <3 <3 <3