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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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.
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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)

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iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru, haikyuu!!
no major tags, time travelling
poetry, 24 lines

Remix of

sotongsotong's iwaoi fill

time.
something we don't have.
something i want more of.
more and more and more.

but it's never enough,
what we do have.

'remember to miss me,'
i say, like that's a placeholder
for things unsaid, things left unresolved.
things we haven't breached yet.

i know you'll remember to.
just like i will too.

and next time,
maybe next time we meet like this,
we can say more than that.
we can say what we mean and what we want.

no more dancing around each other,
perpetuated by dancing through time,
flying by and missing each other
over and over again.

next time,
next time we see each other,
we can resolve this.
we can make every second together count.

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: mention of injury, mention of psychological issues, magical girl AU
Word Count: 465

A remix of

prillalar’s fill here.

Kaidou blinked, consciousness slowly filtering back into his hazy mind. He cracked his eyes open and looked out, at first seeing nothing but stars. He stared up at them for a moment before realizing that something wasn’t quite right. He wasn’t laying down, not quite. He could feel a warm arm wrapped around his shoulders and under his knees.

He looked around, and finally saw Inui’s face. Or, rather, as much of his face as his black mask left exposed. After deciding to use his special powers for helping people, instead of just winning at tennis, Inui had needed to make a crime fighting disguise. After all, Inui’s powers didn’t allow him to manifest a new outfit out of thin air, like Kaidou’s did.

(However, it had been Kaidou who ended up sewing the costume together. Inui had proved to be somewhat incompatible with textiles technology, and Kaidou’s — now slightly charred — sewing machine stood as a testament to that.)

Kaidou looked around and realized that Inui was carrying him, Inui’s black cape billowing in the breeze and slightly overlapping with Kaidou’s white dress, throwing them into stark contrast. Kaidou reached up, wrapping his arms around Inui’s neck to steady himself. Inui looked down, realizing that Kaidou was conscious now.

“Kaidou.”

“Senpai,” Kaidou said. “What happened?”

Inui smirked. “You passed out after saving the city.”

Kaidou frowned. “Oh… Then what?”

“Did you know that you fall in slow motion after fainting?” Inui asked, his tone shifting to the same one he used when discussing tennis data. “It’s quite fascinating. I believe it must somehow be related to your flying powers. I’d like to study it somehow, but I’m not sure how to replicate the circumstances safely.”

“Other than that,” Kaidou said, nodding. “I meant what happened with the bad guys and stuff, senpai.”

“Oh.” Inui shrugged, and the movement made his grip on Kaidou shift. Kaidou clung closer to his neck in response, but Inui didn’t seem to mind. “It was fine. You got the main one. And as it turns out many of his henchman had many unresolved psychological issues that they need to deal with. My Inner Eye of Infinite Calculation was easily able to find their weaknesses and find ways to incapacitate them.”

Kaidou frowned. “Did you make them cry?”

Inui frowned back. “A little.”

They fell into silence then, Inui still carrying Kaidou and Kaidou’s arms still wrapped around the back of his neck. Kaidou didn’t really know where they were going, except for away from where they had been.

He didn’t really care much either.

“I think I can walk, senpai,” Kaidou said, a little meekly.

Inui didn’t say anything to that, but Kaidou felt his grip tighten just a little bit.

Kaidou didn’t mind that either.

Edited 2016-08-18 05:55 (UTC)

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru and Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shunichiro (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: no major tags, tear away pants, possible sexually suggestive content
Word Count: 459

A remix of

luckycricket33’s fill here.

“Alright everyone time for practice, let’s…” Oishi swallows a sigh as he hears the rip of velcro from behind him. There’s a flutter of fabric behind him, followed by a flap as it hits the ground. “... let’s go get changed,” Oishi presses forward.

Inui walks past him, his school uniform pants already gone in favor of his tennis shorts. “I’ll warm up while everyone else gets changed.”

Oishi doesn’t manage to hold back the sigh this time as he crosses his arms. “Alright. Everyone else then.” He looks over to Kaidou, who’s slightly flushed and lagging too much behind everyone else to get to the clubhouse. Oishi takes this opportunity to grab him by the arm and pull him aside. Kaidou is still flustered, so doesn’t manage to put up much of a fight.

“Why on earth did you give him those?” Oishi whispers.

Kaidou tries to look innocent, but it doesn’t quite fit on his features. “What do you… uh…”

Oishi frowns, and jabs a finger over his shoulder to where Inui’s tear-away pants are lying just to the side of the tennis court. They look just like their school’s typical uniform pants, but they’ve been modified with strips of velcro all along the outer edges holding them together.

“Oh…” Kaidou says, with an unconvincing amount of faux surprise behind it.

Oishi frowns, scoldingly.

Kaidou shrugs. “Well… well, it was on his birthday wishlist…” Kaidou says, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. “He said they would be. More efficient than normal pants.”

Oishi sighs. “It’s getting really distracting for the rest of the team.”

“Is it?”

Oishi doesn’t bother responding to that. Half of the team is still milling uselessly just outside the club house, listening to this conversation, as if to prove Oishi’s point. Oishi just keeps frowning at Kaidou.

“Well… it, it makes him really happy,” Kaidou says, looking away.

“Well, of course, but…”

“You should have seen his face when I gave them to him,” Kaidou says, his face flushed again. “He was so excited. And… it was really nice, since I stayed up all night making them…”

Oishi takes a breath to offer a rebuttal, but he doesn’t manage to get anything out before Eiji bounds in between them. “Oi, wait. Kaidou, you made those?”

Kaidou frowns nervously. ‘Well, yeah… I mean, you can order them online, but they’re kind of expensive and they didn’t look well made, so I…”

Eiji smiles brightly. “Could you make some for me?”

Oishi frowns. “Eiji…”

Eiji turns to him, eyes wide and bright. “Oishi! Just think of all the possibilities!” He caps off the statement with a wink, and Oishi feels his face go hot.

He sighs. “Well, I guess… maybe they aren’t so bad.”

Fuji Shuusuke /& Kaidou Kaoru and Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: mentions of blood, supernatural elements (vampires)
Word Count: 566

A remix of

prillalar’s fill here.

Fuji tilted his head just slightly, regarding Kaidou. He wanted to say quite definitively that he was not regarding Kaidou like a piece of meat, but it was hard to deny when he felt the involuntary slide of his fangs just under his lips. Still, he smiled anyway, exposing said fangs.

“Come again, Kaidou?” Fuji asked, unable to hide his amusement.

Kaidou shifted. “I, um… I’d like you to turn me.”

Fuji stepped forward, and Kaidou didn’t flinch. He looked nervous, but he stayed perfectly in place, even as Fuji began circling around him, appraising him from all sides. He was sure Kaidou assumed that he was casing him for weapons, but really he was just biding his time, savoring the request for a moment.

Fuji reached out to the nearby table, and grabbed a pen. He grazed the end of it lightly over Kaidou’s neck, making him jump slightly, but Fuji pressed onwards. He slipped the butt of the pen under the chain of Kaidou’s necklace, and kept running the pen forward until it pulled the pendant out of Kaidou’s shirt, revealing the hidden, gold cross.

“You might want to get rid of this first, if that’s the case,” Fuji said.

Kaidou gulped and nodded.

“And that’s only the tip of it, though, isn’t it?” Fuji asked. “I seem to recall something about destiny with you.” Fuji’s smile widened. “It’s a little hard to be a slayer and a vampire all at once. Oil and water, you know? Right?”

Kaidou nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m asking you to turn me.”

Fuji tilted his head.

“The oil and water thing I mean,” Kaidou said. “You could never be both at once. And… a slayer and a vampire could never…”

Fuji smiled, urging him on.

“They could never be a doubles pair, right?” Kaidou said, averting his eyes.

Fuji laughed, backing away. “To say the least.” He shook his head. “Though I have to say, Kaidou, I’m a bit confused. Why don’t you just ask Inui to turn you himself?”

“I…” Kaidou’s face flushed (and Fuji nearly went dizzy at the scent of so much blood just under his thin skin). “I wanted to surprise him.”

“For prom?” Fuji asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kaidou sighed and nodded slowly, confirming Fuji’s hunch.

Fuji laughed. “This is quite a bit for prom. Most people just buy flowers.”

“It’s not just for prom!” Kaidou said quickly. “I mean, I know what I’m getting into, if that’s what you mean. I know a lot about… vampires.”

“I’m sure you do,” Fuji said. “Well, if you’re sure…”

Kaidou nodded. “I am.”

It was all Fuji needed, and honestly the most he could stand anyway. The smell of Kaidou’s blood was intoxicating — he could easily see why Inui wanted him so badly. Fuji grabbed Kaidou, one hand clutching his waist while the other pulled at his head, tilting it so that his neck was exposed. Kaidou was tense at first, but forced himself to relax a little. But his heart was still pounding as Fuji hovered over his neck, the heady smell of rushing blood filling his nose.

Fuji inhaled sharply. “Inui may kill me for taking this privilege from him,” he thought aloud.

“What?” Kaidou asked.

Fuji leaned into Kaidou’s neck, extended fangs hovering just over Kaidou’s jugular. “I’ll do my best to not leave too much of a mark.”

tags: character death, religion
word count: 750 words
time: 5:48

Podfic of [untitled] by

mother_herbivore

You can listen to it on vocaroo http://vocaroo.com/i/s0HlDkdF5sU7
(I will be putting it on ao3 later with better hosting if it's okay with the author)

tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi, haikyuu!!
no tags
412 words

Remix of

hapaxlegomenon's tsukkiyama fill

The first time they do this, meet like this, Yamaguchi isn't expecting it. This time, there are more repairs to be made than usual--while the Tsukishimas may be incredible pilots, incredible warriors, even they aren't immune to damage that's the result of tough battles. Even they aren't invincible, no matter how much Yamaguchi would like to think the opposite.

Then, he sets to work on the repairs he needs to make so two of their best pilots, best hope, will be back in commission as soon as possible, ready for the next time the kaiju strike.

But he's not expecting Kei to show up while he's working on repairing Lunar Kozane. And he's so caught up in what he's doing that he doesn't even notice at first. And when he does, Kei's fingers are already wrapped around his wrist, gentle as they direct Yamaguchi to face him.

"Tsukki?" he asks, blinking in surprise as he quickly tries to process what's going on. He's seen Kei piloting Lunar Kozane before, has even been inside himself when he's working on fixing it, but they've never been here together like this: Yamaguchi in the cockpit, working on replacing some damaged paneling, and Kei by his side.

When Kei doesn't respond, Yamaguchi continues, filling the silent space, with his words. "You still haven't changed." He grins, pointing at Kei's circuitry suit, still on like he might be getting ready to head out to a fight rather than just finishing one.

Kei shrugs, still holding Yamaguchi's wrist.

"Is something wrong?"

His answer is Kei pulling him closer, brushing their lips together. It's quick, but that doesn't take away from the intensity of it, the passion behind it, as Yamaguchi's free hand moves from resting at his side to settling on Kei's hip instead, as Kei's hand moves to cup his cheek.

They don't pull apart when they break the kiss, only lean closer, for another, for more. Always more.

This is only their first kiss, but it's the first of many kisses, many meetings like this post-battles. But in subsequent meetings, Kei will always pull Yamaguchi into a kiss that's something akin to an I'm glad you're here; I'm glad I'm here, that we both are. Something akin to relief that this is their next time, continued from their last meeting like this, a promise that they'll do whatever it takes to continue on like this--both in their own way, but just as important in this fight.

Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shunichiro/Tezuka Kunimitsu (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: sexually suggestive content, alcohol, aliens, inappropriate conversation at social gatherings, scifi au
Word Count: 520

A remix of

nobetterpicture’s fill here.

Tezuka doesn’t pay much attention when Lieutenant Kikumaru sidles up next to him at the party. Tezuka is no stranger to social functions; sometimes he even manages to enjoy them, but more often he just knows the ebb and flow of them. He waits, listens, smiles at the right moments, drinks the right amount of libations, and then excuses himself at the earliest convenience. Being a captain has necessitated the sharpening of such skills, and Tezuka is becoming a master at it.

And so, when Tezuka sees Kikumaru, he doesn’t bother moving from his spot from the wall. Instead he nods, offers up just enough of a mouth movement to count as a smile, tips up his drink, and looks away. It’s a decent non-verbal strategy that has served him well many times.

This, however, proves not to be one of those times, as Lieutenant Kikumaru looms closer to him, staring.

Tezuka thinks perhaps Kikumaru’s species doesn’t have the same social graces as humans. He’ll have to account for that at some point. (He wonders if perhaps Inui has some data on this.)

In the meantime, he tries something else. “Lieutenant Kikumaru,” he says, in a voice that is friendly, but not too friendly, and not offering any sort of platitudes that might encourage conversation. He then takes a sip of his drink to further show his lack of interest in a conversation.

Kikumaru nods at him. “So, I heard you think Commander Oishi is hot too.”

Tezuka chokes on his wine, the purple-red liquid dribbling over his lips in a way certainly undignified for a captain. “What?”

Kikumaru nods, taking a sip of his own drink through a straw. “Yep, I figured it was true. Seemed like it.”

“I didn’t—” Tezuka stops, sighs, wipes his lip, and collects himself. “Where did you hear that?”

Kikumaru shrugs with an attitude more flippant than one should probably show their captain. “Just around, you know. Small ships.”

Tezuka glares at him.

“Not like there’s anything wrong with that, you know,” Kikumaru says twirling his straw in his drink. “I think he’s hot too. Well, I mean, you know, you had to sign the sex paperwork and junk.”

Tezuka sighs. “Lieutenant, that’s not what it’s… maybe you should skip ahead to the point of bringing this up.”

“What?” Kikumaru asks, sticking the straw back in his mouth to take a small sip out of the corner of his mouth. “I mean, I was just talking. That’s what people do at parties, right?”

Tezuka stares at him.

“But I mean like.” Kikumaru shrugs. “We could probably do something about it sometime, I guess.”

“Like what?” Tezuka asks before he can think better of it.

“You know, like.” Kikumaru sticks three fingers in the air, and makes a scissoring type of motion that Tezuka can’t decide is meant to be inappropriate or not.

“Lieutenant, are you drunk?”

Kikumaru shrugs. “You know, it might help you relax if we don’t use ranks,” he says. “Unless you like that, I guess.”

Tezuka is sure his face is red now, and he wishes he could blame the wine.

tags: no major content tags; minor arousal (described non-graphically)
word count: 892 words (dw)/908 words (ao3)
time: 6:13

Note: the original fill rates it as G but I read it off the ao3 which is listed as Teen and Up so I rated this T here

Podfic of modulate [saso fill dw link] by

doxian

You can listen to it on vocaroo http://vocaroo.com/i/s1NO8G0zMWok
(I will be putting it on ao3 later with better hosting)

Edited 2016-08-18 06:35 (UTC)

kuramiyu, daiya no ace - post s2e51 - original fill by starrwinter
580 words
content warnings: allusions to violence, more vivid descriptions in the original fill than here

"you're glaring."

kuramochi blinks. "i'm not."

miyuki arches a brow. "you definitely were."

"well, i wasn't glaring at you if that's what you're worried about."

"i didn't think you were," miyuki responds. he sits up, hospital gown shifting. they'd given it to miyuki despite his token protests, having stripped him of most of his clothing to fully examine the extent of the damage.

kuramochi's mind lingers on the image of miyuki's torso, a patchwork of purples and blues fading into yellow at the edges.

from the moment they pulled off miyuki's shirt, kuramochi saw red.

it's faded some, but miyuki seems determined to needle at him. a few painkillers had miyuki slightly more lucid.

"what's on your mind?" there's a slight slur to miyuki's voice, exhaustion and traces of pain still coloring miyuki's words.

kuramochi shrugs.

"'mochi," miyuki says. "c'mon. s'just me here."

kuramochi doesn't know how to say what's on his mind without sounding, well. ridiculously violent.

he doesn't know how to say he wishes ogawa was here so he could make the brute fully understand the gravity of what he'd done, fully realize the damage he'd cause.

he doesn't know how to say that he wishes that ogawa was here so kuramochi could make him feel what he'd done, in more ways than one. his frustration still roiled in his stomach, hot and toxic.

"don't break down until we win."

his own words still ring in his head.

miyuki hadn't wanted to be treated with kid gloves and so kuramochi didn't. he was brutal, he told himself he was being honest—except. he knows that this anger is not even for miyuki, knows that it's meant for ogawa (and what's honest about that, really).

kuramochi hadn't felt the urge for a fight in years (and while he's aware he'd be outsized, he knows he'd be far from outmatched), but in this moment, his hands itch, nails digging into his palms.

no, he has no idea how to say any of that, and it all sits heavy in his throat, unable to form.

eventually: "it's nothing you need to worry about." he says.

miyuki doesn't look convinced, but his expression eventually relaxes and he eases back onto the bed. "i guess i deserve that," he says.

kuramochi frowns, brow furrowing, until he catches miyuki's meaning.

"i get why you didn't tell anyone, you know," kuramochi says. "i wish you had, but i can't say i'm surprised."

there are two things miyuki would never jeopardize: seido's chance at winning and his chance to play.

(kuramochi isn't sure which comes first, or if even miyuki is able to tell where one ends and the other begins.)

"you didn't have to hide it from me, though," he says quietly.

miyuki shifts so that he looks at kuramochi, head still on the pillow. "you would have said something."

kuramochi has been thinking about that, actually—about whether or not he would have said something if he had confirmation.

"i could've said something during the game," is all he says. "i could've said something before, when it was just a hunch."

miyuki looks away.

kuramochi bites back a sigh. his eyes drift to miyuki's hand, fingertips twitching just a little.

"thank you."

kuramochi looks up. miyuki still isn't looking at him, eyes pointed at the ceiling but not really looking at anything in particular.

"for what?"

miyuki doesn't answer, but for the turning of his hand, so the palm faces upward.

kuramochi knows an invitation when he sees one.

he takes miyuki's hand.

Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki (Daiya No Ace)
Tags: major character death, supernatural elements (ghosts, literal hell, Miyuki is Satan I guess)
Word Count: 721

A remix of

kuramochi’s fill here.

Chris frowns as the god of the underworld grins back at him, slumping easily in his throne.

“You know, that’s not the most original request I’ve heard,” Miyuki says, tapping his fingers on the arm of his throne. “But I have to say, coming from you, it’s got a better ring to it.”

Chris tries not to show any sort of disrespect, considering that he’s quite literally in Miyuki’s realm, but has trouble biting back some choice words. He finally settles on, “So, is it a deal?”

Miyuki tilts his head, before shifting his weight and rocking straight up out of his throne to stand. He doesn’t say anything, just circles Chris, appraising him. Chris follows him with his eyes, as much as he can without turning his body. On Miyuki’s second lap around, he reaches out a finger and grazes it along the line of Chris’s jaw, tipping his head back. Chris doesn’t fight it, but he can’t hold back a small scowl.

“It’s just interesting,” Miyuki says. “Since you’re not quite all human, right?” He moves Chris’s face, with no greater hold on it than the index finger now jabbed just under the point of Chris’s chin. “Otherwise you wouldn’t’ve got all the way down here.”

Chris frowns. “You’re right.”

Miyuki shrugs with a grin, seeming to accept that as praise.

“Do we have a deal or not?” Chris presses.

Miyuki clicks his tongue. “Maybe. Tell me, what kind of mortal lures a not-quite-mortal like yourself down here?”

“His name is Zaizen Naoyuki,” Chris says.

Miyuki smirks, but it has a sinister glint to it. “That’s not really what I asked, is it? What makes him so special?”

Chris pauses, setting his jaw firmly.

“Well?” Miyuki asks. “Incredibly smart? Strong?” He stop to leer slightly. “Handsome?” Chris doesn’t say anything for a beat, which is apparently a touch too long for Miyuki. “Come on now, suddenly you’re not so talkative?”

“I guess you could say he’s those things,” Chris says. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

Miyuki raises his eyebrows. “Really then? Go on.”

Chris sets his jaw firmly. “He’s… mine… That’s all you need to know.”

Miyuki looks amused at that. “Oh, possessive. Well, that is interesting…”

“So?” Chris asks.

Miyuki walks back over to his throne, and sits on the edge of it. “Well, you lay out a good argument, but we still haven’t quite figured out what’s in it for me, have we?”

Chris frowns. “Anything.”

Miyuki’s eyes widen. “Well. I didn’t expect you to go all in so soon. Wouldn’t you like to hear what I had in mind?”

Chris stares him down.

Miyuki only shrugs. “I’ll take that as a yes. Fine. You can take your mortal, and if you can walk him right back out the way you came, you can have him back, no strings attached.”

Chris frowns. “But?”

Miyuki grins. “But if you can’t safely return him to the land of the living, I keep him. No second shots, Takigawa.”

Chris nods. “Fine.”

“One more thing,” Miyuki says, holding out a finger. “I get you.”

“What?”

“Or rather, your immortality,” Miyuki says. “After all, you stay immortal, and you have as many shots as you want, in all honesty. If you can’t get him back out, I want dibs on your immortal soul. Which means if you fail to get him out, even if you manage to get out yourself, someday you’ll end up…” He stands, walking towards Chris again. “Right. Back. Here,” he says, punctuating each word with a step. “How about that? Your mortal still worth it?”

“Yes.”

Miyuki’s eyes widen. “And with no hesitation. I’m impressed.”

Chris glares at him.

Miyuki waves a hand. “Fine, fine. I’ll show you to him. But, there’s another thing you should know…”

“Of course there is,” Chris grumbles.

Miyuki grins. “The living can’t look upon a ghost on the way out of the underworld. Doing so banishes them back to the depths. That’s just the way it is. If you look at him at an point, that’s a failure. So, you’ll just need to trust that I’m giving up the right ghost.”

“And how will I know you’re not tricking me?” Chris asks with a scowl.

Miyuki leans towards him, still grinning. “Well, that’s just part of the gamble, isn’t it, Takigawa?”

no major tags, graphics fill
remix of

catlarks's christanba battery fill

kuramiyu, daiya no ace - on touch and familiarity - original fill by iwaizumemes here
456 words
content warnings: implied sexual content but sfw

"'mochi—"

"shhh," he says, "i got you." and he does, miyuki's wrists in one hand and his hip in the other.

miyuki whines, and kuramochi catches it with his mouth, swallowing any other words miyuki might have.

———

it's a cycle they're familiar with.

fool around, sleep, pretend it didn't happen, sit in class and ignore it, talk in class as if it's not at the back of their minds, go about practice as normal as if they're not burning holes in each other's backs when the other isn't looking.

rinse, repeat.

———

kuramochi half drags, half pushes miyuki into the equipment shed, throwing the door shut behind them with his foot before immediately crowding miyuki against it, pulling him down by his shirt front to press his lips to his.

"you're antsy today," miyuki remarks.

kuramochi opts to bite miyuki's lip instead of articulating a real response.

———

at some point, one of them should probably throw a wrench in, if for no other reason than to shake things up. maybe actually talk about it the next day. maybe stay through the night, wake up next to each other.

probably not, though.

———

trailing his fingertips along miyuki's skin, kuramochi gets to delight in the way certain spots make miyuki shiver, make him arch, make him sigh.

his hips are sensitive, as is the sensitive skin of his forearms, and the dimples at the base of of his spine.

———

maybe it's because it just. happens.

meaning: maybe the fact that it happens isn't a result of something, but instead demonstrative of something else. a symptom.

trust. comfort. intimacy. reasons, criteria, individual conditions—all conducive to a physical push-and-pull, a constant revolution of touch and sensation around an axis they can't quite name.

———

truthfully, kuramochi didn't expect miyuki to be so responsive to touch.

but, then, kuramochi fails to expect a lot of things when it comes to miyuki kazuya, despite being the closest thing there is to an expert.

really, then, it just means he has a lot of ground to cover, new territory to map with his fingertips, new expressions to catalog, more to drink in, and he does so with zeal.

miyuki isn't complaining much, either.

———

picking each other apart becomes a pasttime, tics and idiosyncracies emerging from pressed-together skin and tells making themselves known (miyuki's thighs shake, right at the end, and kuramochi revels in the way they feel in his hands).

they fall apart and fall back together, each and every time, leaning on familiarity and continuing their revolution, orbiting until the next inevitable collision. each time they learn more, and each time they speak volumes without saying words—an entire star chart packing into a single touch.

Edited (added original fill link) 2016-08-18 07:57 (UTC)

Remix: Chris+Miyu, Miyuki Pitching AU by

kazuyas
No warnings

aokuro, kuroko no basuke - poetry fill - original fill by kiyala here
content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics as expected of late teiko-era aokuro
24 lines

i want to be enough,
please let me be enough,
let me be what you need.

hold me, bruise me, love me,
please let me take it all,
let me learn it all:

the shape of your heart
the cant of your hips
the grip of your hands.

you don't know how to lose—
is that why you hold so tight?
fingers tight enough to bruise,

you don't know how to lose—
is that why you kiss so hard?
lips searching, wanting, seeking,

on the court, you are quicksilver,
you are power and grace and joy and light.
you are quicksilver, but did you ever learn to be human?

did you ever learn what it was to lose?
please don't let me be the first lesson.
don't let yourself fall like this.

(it will hurt, i know, but i'm not going anywhere.
not yet, not yet not unless—
unless you lose sight of this.)

HOOOOOOOLY SHIT IT'S 4:15 AM AND I'VE DONE LIKE EIGHT FILLS TODAY (including the one just below this which is how i saw this so quickly lmao) SO I'M A LITTLE DELIRIOUS BUT THIS I S SO ?????????

GOD HELP ME THE MITT AGAINST HIS CHEST

I'M SO MANY FLAME EMOJIS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

edit: ALSO THE BLUSH!!!! THE!!! BLUSH!!!!

Edited 2016-08-18 08:18 (UTC)

I hear ya, dude, it's 4:30am here and I am like... WHY AM I EVEN AWAKE?? But I am so glad you liked it!!!!! I LOVED your fill! *_____* ChrisMiyu is e v e r y t h i n g

nsfw, BDSM, anxiety

989 words

imate human furniture

a remix of

yusukejeans' fill (found here). they granted remix permission in the blanket permissions post!

Edited 2016-08-18 10:07 (UTC)

Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin (Free!)
no tags
893 words

Remix of

gabbiness's round one art fill, permission given here.

“You really don’t have a girlfriend?”

A cloud of perfume assaulted Haru’s nose. He turned his head away. The scent of spoiled fruit wafted over him. Another perfume. He wrinkled his nose. He was trapped.

“Nanase here has never dated a girl, period,” Haru’s teammate and perpetual ass Arikawa informed her, his eyes laughing as he overemphasized the word girl. None of the girls at their table caught his meaning though several of Haru’s teammates looked pointedly away, trying their best to act casual.

“No way!” shouted one of the girls, clapping her hands together in shock. “Fumi-chan, can you believe?”

The owner of the rotten fruit perfume, Fumi-chan, screeched in shock and horror.

“Never?”

Arikawa covered his mouth, no doubt stifling his laughter. Haru pictured strangling him with his bronze medal for 200-meter breaststroke.

“Never,” Arikawa confirmed.

More screeching. Every eye at the table was on Haru.

“I can’t believe it. You’re so handsome. And an athlete.” This came from the girl sitting next to Arikawa. Arikawa scowled, clearly annoyed the girl he’d been flirting with all night was now praising Haru.

Rin cough, breaking up the tension. “Should I order another round?”

Clapping and cheering took over their table. Like that, the spotlight had moved away from Haru. Haru silently thanked Rin.

Once everyone’s glasses were refilled, the chatter at the table went back to normal. Haru ignored most of it. He wasn’t interested in small talk and he was even less interested in flirting with anyone that wasn’t Rin.

“Matsuoka-san, what type of girl do you like?” Haru’s head snapped to Rin’s direction. A petite girl with a not-so-petite chest was hanging off of Rin’s arm. Aina, the veterinarian, if Haru recalled correctly.

“Um… what type of girl?” Rin laughed nervously. “Uh… well, I’m really busy. So someone that can put up with my schedule.”

Aina giggled. “I know what you mean. I’m on call all hours of the day. It’s really hard to go out on dates when you might have to rush out in the middle of them to save a dying animal.”

“Only a jerk would hold that against you,” said Rin, falling right into her trap.

“Saddly that’s the only type of guy I seem to meet. If only more guys were like you, Matsuoka-san.”

Shinohara choked on his sake.

“Haha,” said Rin, trying to play her compliment off.

“No really, I mean it. I know we just met but I can tell you’re a real romantic at heart.” Aina leaned forward until she was practically in his lap. Haru snapped his yakitori skewer in half.

“I-I guess.” Rin was insect caught in Aina’s web, completely helpless against her advances.

“Aw, he’s blushing,” said Fumi-chan.

Arikawa snorted.

“I-I have to go to the bathroom.” Rin almost upended the table as he escaped.

“Matsuoka-san is so adorable,” said Aina.

Haru agreed, but for some reason it annoyed him when she said it.

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend, right?” asked Fumi-chan.

“Nope,” said Arikawa, “no girlfriend.”

Haru’s teammates struggled not to act suspicious. Arikawa’s best friend, Tsukamoto, took a shot.

“Matsuoka-san!” Fumi-chan cheerfully called out when Rin came back from the bathroom. “About time!”

Rin smiled awkwardly.

“We were talking about you while we were away,” said Aina. Her shirt was unbuttoned where it hadn’t been before Rin had left.

“Only good things I hope,” Rin joked, walking back to the table.

Something in Haru snapped.

“Haru?”

Haru grabbed Rin’s shirt. Rin’s eyes opened wide in alarm. Haru ignored his panic and kissed him.

Haru’s heart stopped as he realized what he’d done.

Shit.

Rin was probably going to kill him.

Haru broke their kiss, ready to apologize.

“Idiot,” Rin said, his voice soft.

Ah. He was transparent, wasn’t he?

Haru placed his hands on Rin’s waist and kissed him again, gently. An apology. Rin’s lips matched his pace. He forgave Haru for being a jealous idiot. His palms laid flat on Haru’s chest. Haru’s heart made sure to beat strongly enough for Rin to feel it.

“Ugh, get a room,” said Arikawa, amusement in his voice.

“I thought you said Matsuoka-san was single,” Fumi-chan said.
“You asked if he had a girlfriend. Does Nanase look like a girl to you?”

Haru broke away from kissing Rin just in time to see Tsukamoto elbow Arikawa.

“Sorry,” Rin said, “they just didn’t say anything because I tell them all not to.”

“We understand. We won’t say anything to the press, don’t worry,” said Aina, and Haru finally saw the kindness in her, the compassion that no doubt made her an excellent veterinarian. His jealousy had colored his view of her.

“Thank you,” said Haru.

With the commotion over, the table went back to celebrating. Rin sat down next to Haru this time, eventually leaning against him as the night went on. Haru felt pang of regret for letting his jealousy get the best of him, but he was happy to be with Rin like this, out drinking with their teammates who didn’t care at all that were dating, were perhaps even happy about it in that moment since it meant less competition. Haru smiled and kissed the top of Rin’s head.

Rin looked up at him. “What was that for?”

“Nothing.”

“Weirdo.”

A cheer went through the table as another bottle of sake arrived.

Hanamaki Takahiro/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!
no tags
poetry fill, 25 lines

Remix of

kiyala's HanaOi dreams fill here.

let's still

Constants in dreams, or
constantly dreaming—
I don’t think I’ll ever
tell the difference
because I fell
into
snapshots; each one
an impossibility until
the moment your hand
slipped into
mine.

Then, every
dream found its own
definition, and in turn,
you became what defined
mine; so, let’s still
kick our feet against
the sky, and have tea
under sea water; let’s stand
amidst the flames like before,
or remind me how vast a galaxy
can be—
just please
be there
and I'll close my eyes
to meet you again.

Edited 2016-08-18 12:44 (UTC)

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Haikyuu!
tags: discussions about death
poetry fill, 24 lines

Remix of

kiyala's "our love is a dead thing" BokuAkaa fill here.

tick tock

In each of our hearts is a
clock: each tick speaks of
inevitability while every other
tocks is a croak, bemoaning
all our nearing ends and all our distant
beginnings.

It’s sort of odd,
isn’t it?
How the very thing that
keeps us alive
betrays us
by being a tiny countdown for
whatever remains of
our time.

Still, here is a fact of life:
death is what it is— death
but with every old passing comes
every new rebirth, and our love
may be a dead thing; a teetering
off-the-ledge, but love is what
love is
so, I’m here with you
until our heartbeats turn
off.

Edited 2016-08-18 13:44 (UTC)