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.

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

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SCORING

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Fills 4-10: 10 points each
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FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, E

[kiyala]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; Haikyuu!!
werewolf Matsukawa, sexual content
word count: 1270

remix of kiwiaste's fill

Takahiro is on the floor of their new apartment, with Issei on top of him—shirtless and significantly hairier than usual—when he has a series of realisations.

The first of which being: apparently, his best friend and as of recently, his roommate, is a werewolf.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Haikyuu!!
immortal!Oikawa
word count: 514

remix of sotongsotong's fill

Tooru feels tired.

No, he thinks to himself. That's probably a gross understatement, but he doesn't have a word in his vocabulary for just how drained he feels. He's too old for this. He's too old for everything and he doesn't even know why he agreed to go on this blind date in the first place. He was looking for some entertainment, he thinks. He approaches it with the same attitude that he's begun to approach everything else with these days; a sense of why not, to see if whatever's in front of him will be worth his time.

It's usually not.

He doesn't know why he expects to find anything remotely engaging in a young man whose total years on this earth accumulate to the time Tooru would spend sneezing. It's ridiculous, he thinks to himself as he ducks his head, entering into ramen place, already wanting to turn around and leave before he meets his would-be entertainment for the day.

It's a waste of time.

Luckily for him, he thinks dryly, he has an abundance of time to waste.

He spots his date sitting on one of the stools immediately. Tooru is old enough to tell these sorts of things from a glance. He can read the anticipation in the line of his shoulders, his hesitation in the way he glances around the place, like he isn't sure that this is a good idea, either.

He wonders how a boy like this would end up acquainted with Takahiro and Issei, but they've always liked playing among the mortals and pretending to be like them, when Tooru has long since grown weary of the game. He wonders if the boy even knows that his friends are ageless creatures, making their own entertainment in every new generation of jokes and tricks.

He isn't like them, he thinks to himself with a sigh. He isn't in the mood to beat around the bush.

There aren't very many people who know Tooru for who he is and he can no longer remember if the ones who do are still alive. It's always curious to watch the way that someone new reacts to the fact that they're sitting next to an immortal.

He sits down beside the boy, letting his gaze linger even though he takes nothing in. His date's eyes widen, taking him in too. Tooru sighs, tilting his head to the side as he fills both their glasses with water. He takes a sip, and decides that he might as well get to the point instead of bothering with niceties.

"I can't really die."

He regrets it as the words leave his mouth. He's wasting his time here, but he's wasting the boy's too. Mortals can't afford to waste time, the way he can.

Without even waiting for his date to finish his sentence, Tooru gets up and leaves. There's nothing for him here. Nothing for either of them.

(Funny, he'll think later, with Hajime's sleeping body warm as it's pressed against his side, the way he was so, so sure of himself back then.)

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara; Yowamushi Pedal
no tags
word count: 443

remix of dynamite (& chiharu)'s fill

She's lost on the mountain when she hears the rustling of leaves, of the wind, and something more. The path behind her looks the same as the one before her and Miki doesn't have breadcrumbs, or pebbles, or anything else to guide her way home. The daylight is fading, and she's heard cautionary tales about being lost on the mountain alone after dark. She doesn't want to become one, herself.

There's a gust of wind that blows past her, picking up the hems of her long skirt, the ends of her hair, sending her stumbling forward with a little push on her back.

She looks around, and the sound of leaves shaking in the wind fades into something else.

The flapping of wings, she thinks to herself, but if it's a bird, it must be one much bigger than anything that she's seen before. The wingbeats are fast, they sound powerful, and she peers through the trees, wondering if she should start running for cover. She wonders if she can even trust these trees to protect her.

She blinks with surprise when she finds that it's not a bird at all, but a girl. She has her hair pulled into long pigtails and neatly clipped wings growing from her back.

"Oh," Miki says. "Hello."

Adjusting her round glasses, the winged girl glances at her, then glances away. "You should leave the mountain before the sun sets."

"I was trying to," Miki replies with a sheepish smile. "But I've lost my way. I thought the path was right here but—"

"The wind blew it away," the girl interrupts, and clicks her tongue. "The wind means well. It only wants to enjoy itself, but it causes more trouble than it realises."

"You're talking about it like it's a person," Miki laughs softly.

The winged girl doesn't join in, and Miki's laughter fades, but she keeps the smile on her face all the same.

"Can you help me off the mountain?"

"Can you outrun the wind?" the winged girl asks. She reaches her hand out. "I can outfly it. If you can't keep up, I might let go."

"Well, when you put it like that," Miki replies with a grin, and holds the offered hand firmly in her own. "All I have to do is keep up, right? I won't back down from a challenge like that."

"We'll start on three."

"First tell me your name," Miki says.

"I don't see how it matters—" the girl begins, then pauses with a frown. "I'll tell you if we both make it off the mountain before the sun sets."

Miki grins, squeezing the warm hand in hers. "Deal."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 473

remix of underscored's fill

Kuroo is overthinking things again.

Kenma can tell, as they lie with their backs against each other in Kuroo's single bed. He's had years and years' worth of experience at this sort of thing; he can tell when Kuroo is getting lost in his own thoughts, when his doubts begin to creep up on him, and its frustrating because he's the last person in the world who needs to doubt himself.

He's seen it clouding Kuroo's expression lately. Especially when Kuroo doesn't think that Kenma can see, and he doesn't know what's more frustrating: the fact that Kuroo doesn't expect him to pick up on it, or the fact that Kuroo probably doesn't even realise just how much he's doubting himself at all. He knows what it's about, but he knows that it's not the kind of thing that he can just bring up on his own. He has to wait until Kuroo is ready to talk about it, because otherwise he isn't going to accept a single thing that Kenma tells him.

Kenma will have to be patient and at the very least, he can spend his time waiting like this, lying in Kuroo's bed in his Kyoto apartment, content in the fact that they're close to each other, that they will be for the entire summer. It gives them enough time to figure things out between them, and as much as Kenma is prepared to wait for Kuroo to be ready, he's already decided that he's not heading home to Tokyo without clearing the air between them and making sure that they're on the same page.

At the very least, he doesn't think that it's going to come to that. He can feel the way Kuroo is shifting around on the bed, the way he always does when he's thinking a little too hard, or when he's trying to decide whether he wants to say something.

Kenma stares at the wall, just feeling the way Kuroo is squirming beside him, and wonders if he should break the silence. Kuroo takes his hand, and perhaps he's building up to something. Perhaps Kenma should just bite the bullet and say something first, so that they can at least have the conversation that has been hanging over their heads for the past few weeks. Despite what Kuroo fears, Kenma knows that it isn't going to be a bad conversation. There's nothing to be afraid of.

He hears Kuroo sigh softly, and Kenma bites his lip. Kuroo squeezes Kenma's hand, and then rolls over onto his back. Kenma groans. He's tired of waiting.

"Stop moving around so much," he begins, frowning a little. "You're making it hard to sleep. You aren't jacking off, are you?"

The rest, as Kuroo says later when he's recounting the entire thing to Bokuto with a self-deprecating smile, is history.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 460

remix of nathengyn's fill

It's a pleasant night outside, not exactly warm, but the chill hasn't set in yet either. Kuroo is content to stand out here, with the gentle night breeze against his skin as he waits.

He hears a flap in the distance and things that he sees the shape of familiar wings against the dark sky. He turns his head, following the movement, and smiles to himself. He knows those wings, he recognises that flight pattern. Bokuto, an owl shifter rather than an actual owl, always has his own idiosyncrasies as he flies. He doesn't move the same way that a regular owl would, and Kuroo has spent enough time with him that he can pick out the difference immediately. Even when there aren't any other owls to compare to.

Lifting his hand, wearing the thick glove that he's come to use whenever he's greeting Bokuto like this, Kuroo whistles loudly. It's one single piercing note that hangs in the air, and he waits a beat, before he hears Bokuto hoot in reply.

Another flap, and Bokuto glides into sight. His light feathers make him easier to spot in the darkness and Kuroo realises that he's grinning, his heart already pounding in anticipation. It's been a while, after all. Bokuto hasn't been around since the beginning of winter.

With his wings spread out to control his descent, Bokuto lands carefully on Kuroo's outstretched hand. He's heavier than he looks in this form, and Kuroo always forgets that at first. His arm dips until he adjusts to the wait, and then he lifts it up again, smiling down at Bokuto.

"Hey, man. It's good to see you again."

With another hoot, Bokuto fluffs himself up. Kuroo laughs softly, bringing his hand closer, so that he can nuzzle against Bokuto. He loves how soft Bokuto's feathers feel like this, and he loves it when Bokuto nuzzles right back. He feels Bokuto's beak against his cheek, and Kuroo presses a kiss into the soft feathers in return.

Lifting off from Kuroo's hand, Bokuto shifts back into his human form, landing lightly on his feet just in front of Kuroo. He stretches his arms out over his head with a happy sigh.

"Well," Bokuto grins, "you're a sight for sore eyes."

"Could say the same of you," Kuroo replies, stepping closer. He takes hold of Bokuto's shirt, pulling him closer. "I missed you, while you were away."

"I missed you too," Bokuto replies, hugging Kuroo tightly. "I had heaps of other owls to talk to, and some of them were shifters too, but it's not quite the same as you."

"I know," Kuroo sighs, pressing his lips to Bokuto's. "I hate winter. Welcome home."

With a smile, Bokuto kisses him back. "Glad to be back."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
cisswap
word count: 468

remix of nyatsuuuu's fill

Everyone from Beauxbatons is gorgeous, and Kuroo feels her breath catch in her throat from the very moment they walk in through the doors of the Great Hall. She hears the murmurs that travel through the entire Hogwarts student body, regardless of gender, and knows that she's not the only one who thinks so.

Most of the students from Beauxbatons are aware of the effect that they're having on the people around them. Kuroo wonders just how many of them have some Veela blood in them, because they're graceful as they walk through the hall to the table that has been set aside specially for them. Every head in the hall turns as one, following their movements.

She doesn't think that anyone at Hogwarts really starts thinking of the Beauxbatons students individually for a while, and Kuroo knows that she's guilty of it too. They frequently stick together, seeking familiarity in an unfamiliar environment, and no one really seems brave enough to approach them when they're in groups like that.

The first time Kuroo sees one of them on her own, she's in the library doing her homework.

Of course the Beauxbatons students have school work to do while they're here for the Triwizard Tournament too. Kuroo has seen them taking their lessons together in empty classrooms around the school, while she walks from one class to the next. They have homework to do, too.

There's no one else sitting at the table with the Beauxbatons girl, even though there are plenty of people just staring at her. Kuroo takes a deep breath, carrying her book bag over and putting her things down on the table, opposite to the girl.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

She barely even looks up from her book. "I don't mind."

Kuroo sits, and feels a few Hogwarts students' eyes on her, like they're vicariously living through her. She does her best to ignore it, and she's about to ask for the girl's name, just to be polite, when she takes a look at the textbook sitting open on the table.

"Do you take Ancient Runes?" Kuroo blurts out instead, and this time, the girl looks up. "It doesn't get offered until the later years, here. Do they start early at Beauxbatons?"

"Not really. I can't take the subject yet, but I'm interested in it. I thought I might do some extra reading, while I was here."

"I taught myself Elder Futhark when I was ten," Kuroo says, and perhaps she should be embarrassed about just how eager she sounds, but it makes the girl from Beauxbatons look up, suddenly interested.

"I love Elder and Younger Futhark," she replies earnestly.

Kuroo grins, extending her hand across the table. "I'm Kuroo."

The girl smiles, taking the offered hand and shaking. "I'm Akaashi."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 428

remix of nyatsuuuu's fill

Hinata doesn't make any sense, Kageyama thinks to himself with frustration as he sits in front of his computer, trying to find a place where he can acquire an alpaca. He doesn't even know why Hinata would want an alpaca, to be honest. Kageyama always thought that he'd be the kind of person to like simpler animals. Like overexcited puppies, considering that he's something of an overexcited puppy himself, but Hinata is a dumbass and has to have dumbass interests like alpacas and Kageyama doesn't even know why he cares so much.

He doesn't know why he wants to surprise Hinata like this, but he knows that it'll be worth it for that dumbass overexcited smile that he always gets on his face when something good happens to him. He might be annoying, but Kageyama has really come to like that smile.

Kageyama writes down the name of a place that looks promising, and draws himself a map to get there. It's going to be a pain, paying to hire an alpaca and figuring out how to transport it all the way to the school just so he can surprise Hinata with it, but Kageyama isn't the kind of person who backs down from challenges. He knows that he can figure this out.

He calls ahead, so he can find out exactly how much it's going to cost to hire the alpaca. He can only afford it for the afternoon, but he's pretty sure that it'll be enough. Luckily for him, they're happy to deliver it to wherever he needs, and they'll pick it up when he's done, too. It's probably better than what Kageyama was planning, which was to take the alpaca on the train. He still isn't entirely sure if alpacas need train tickets anyway, but at least that's no longer a problem that he has to worry about.

He tells Daichi that he'll be late to practice that afternoon, and waits by the gate of the school for the alpaca to be delivered. The alpaca handler guides it out of its trailer, with a rope around its neck. She smiles at Kageyama and hands over the leash.

"This is Sunny-chan," she tells him. "She's very friendly. You can pat her, if you'd like."

"Oh." Kageyama cautiously reaches out, patting the alpaca. She seems content with the attention, and Kageyama smiles at her. "She's nice."

"I hear that you want to surprise your friend," the handler tells him with a smile. "I think that's really nice of you."

Kageyama nods confidently. "Hinata's going to love this."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 516

remix of nyatsuuuu's fill

"Iwa-chan, help," Oikawa says, draping himself across Iwaizumi's back the moment he gets home.

"Get off me," Iwaizumi replies, elbowing him gently. "I'm cooking, you dumbass, don't hang all over people when they're at the stove."

"But Iwa-chan," Oikawa whines, backing off a little but still keeping one hand on Iwaizumi's shoulder, "I have my first big interview tomorrow and I'm nervous."

"What do you have to be nervous about?" Iwaizumi asks. "You've done heaps of interviews in the past. You've been in magazines and on the TV. I don't get how this is going to be any different."

"It's my first time as a member of the national team," Oikawa says in a small voice. "It's completely different."

Finishing making the curry for their dinner, Iwaizumi turns the stove off and puts it aside before he turns to Oikawa. His boyfriend and, as of last month, starting setter for the national men's volleyball team, does look a little nervous. His lower lip is pink, like he's been chewing on it. Iwaizumi sighs, reaching out and taking both of Oikawa's hands into his, squeezing them gently.

"Okay," he says softly, "so you're nervous. That's okay. I know it feels big and different for you, but we read player interviews all the time in the magazines. You know the kind of questions that they'll ask. We'll go over them together, if that will make you feel better."

Oikawa nods. "Maybe? If that's not too much trouble?"

Iwaizumi kisses his forehead. "Come on."

They sit on the couch beside each other, and Iwaizumi picks up one of the older magazines that they have sitting there, flicking through the pages. "Alright, these are all questions that you've been asked before. How long have you been playing volleyball for, why do you like playing setter, blah, blah…"

"You're not very good at this whole interviewing thing, Iwa-chan," Oikawa says, but he's smiling a little, finally looking a bit more comfortable.

"They'll probably ask you how it felt to debut as the setter for the national team," Iwaizumi says. "I think interviewers usually ask where players draw their inspiration from? What are you going to say if they ask that?"

"Well," Oikawa says, taking a deep breath, and Iwaizumi freezes. He knows that tone.

"I guess I could answer," Oikawa begins, smiling, "that I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself."

"Dumbass," Iwaizumi says reflexively, rolling up the magazine and whacking Oikawa with it. "No one wants to hear that."

"Oww! Iwa-chan!" Oikawa holds his hands up to shield himself. "Why are you so mean!"

"Why are you so annoying?" Iwaizumi demands. He pulls Oikawa into his arms, ruffling his hair. "Here I was actually worried that you were nervous or something."

"I am nervous," Oikawa replies, muffled from where he's pulled against Iwaizumi's side. He looks up, his hair messy, his face flushed, but his smile brilliant. "I was, anyway. You made it better, Iwa-chan. I love you."

"Dumbass," Iwaizumi mutters, feeling his face heat as he turns away. "Love you too. You'll be fine."

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 463

remix of nyatsuuuu's fill

"I don't know much about the stars," Hajime admits as he lies on his back and looks up at them. "They're really pretty, though."

"That's okay," Tooru replies, and there's a smile in his voice, one that Hajime is only just learning to recognise without looking. "I can teach you all about them. They all have names and stories, you know. It's just like learning about characters from a book!"

"Yeah?" Hajime turns to him. Their heads are so close to each other that he can barely even make out Tooru's face. "Really?"

"Really," Tooru replies with a smile, and he points up at a bright point in the middle of the sky. He moves his finger, like he's tracing a shape that Hajime can't quite make out. "This one's Orion. It's one of the easiest constellations to find. First you find the three stars on the belt, you see them? The ones that look like they're in a straight line."

"Yeah, I think I see them," Hajime replies.

"Then there are two bright ones, just above the belt."

Hajime frowns until he finds them. "Yeah?"

"Those are Orion's shoulders."

"Orion's a guy in the sky?"

"A hunter," Tooru stresses. "A great one, from mythology. He was put in the stars by the gods."

"Really?" Hajime blinks up at the sky. "What did he do?"

"Apparently, he was such a good hunter that he hunted with the gods," Tooru replies. "He was put in the stars after he died. Maybe they missed him?"

"Can gods do that?" Hajime asks. "That's pretty cool."

"Right?" Tooru wiggles next to him with excitement, "and, and, apparently Orion was killed by this huge scorpion! If you look over there, you'll see Scorpius. The gods put him in the sky too. Maybe the gods liked Scorpius too?"

"Tell me more," Hajime urges, and Tooru laughs, taking his hand and squeezing it. They rest their heads together as Tooru continues on, going from one story to the next, pointing out each constellation as he talks about it, waiting until Hajime finds it before continuing.

It's a summer night, so their mothers are happy to let them lie out in the grass for longer, and Hajime listens as Tooru's voice slows and gets softer, his fingers going slack in Hajime's grip.

"Hey. Are you sleeping?" Hajime asks, looking over to his side. Their foreheads touch, and he can hear Tooru's soft sleep breathing.

Turning back to the sky, Hajime lifts his hand, like he can reach out and touch all the constellations that he's learned about.

Maybe one day, Hajime thinks to himself, they'll be great enough to find themselves in the stars too. Just like this, with their hands joined, feeling unstoppable.

Hajime hopes this feeling never goes away.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 428

remix of nyatsuuuu's fill

The realisation creeps up on him slowly, over the first few weeks of high school. So slowly that at first, he doesn't realise what's happening at all. The locker rooms at Fukurodani are lively, with the members of the volleyball laughing and joking with one another as they change in and out of their uniforms every practice. The team itself, Akaashi thinks to himself as he stands in on corner and observes them all, is incredibly lively in general.

The liveliest of all is their second year wing spiker, Bokuto Koutarou, and it makes sense that Akaashi's attention is always pulled over to his side of the locker room when he's the loudest. He unfailingly finds his way into the centre of attention and it isn't grating or annoying at all. It feels natural somehow, with his smile, with his antics, and perhaps that's one of the reasons that Akaashi doesn't notice at first.

It's not until at least the third week of this that he realises that his gaze wanders to Bokuto, even when he's not speaking. Even when it's the others on the team who are making jokes, Akaashi's gaze keeps catching on the expanse of skin as Bokuto pulls his shirt off. He follows the curve of muscles, his shoulders, his abdomen, and as much as Akaashi likes to think of himself as an observant person, it's taken him an incredibly long time to realise exactly what he's doing.

He's staring.

More specifically, he's staring at Bokuto while he changes.

Akaashi's face heats with the realisation and he turns away as quickly as he can without making it seem obvious. No one notices, and he counts himself lucky for it, but he brings his hand to his face, and his cheeks are burning.

He's had crushes before, but they're usually brief and spring into existence when a girl is particularly kind to him, before he brushes them aside. This feels like something entirely different. He doesn't know how long he's been staring at Bokuto like this without realising but it doesn't feel quite as brief, or as easy to push aside.

Even now, when he's aware of it and trying to avoid it, he finds himself turning to glance over his shoulder. Bokuto has his back turned to Akaashi; he wouldn't know. He would have absolutely no idea that Akaashi is looking at his lovely, muscular back—

No, Akaashi thinks to himself firmly. Not happening. This isn't happening to him at all. He isn't going to give into this.

Except—

Well—

Maybe just one peek.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Ayase Eli/Kousaka Honoka; Love Live!
no tags
word count: 457

remix of underscored's fill

Honoka knows that the wedding is going to be perfect, because there's no way that it could possibly be anything else.

Not with them planning things together, sharing their tasks and working to their strengths. Bringing the wedding together feels a little reminiscent of the way they once planned out live shows back in high school, but with much more experience now, more maturity, and to a much grander scale.

She's glad that she asked Eli when she did; knowing Eli, they'd probably end up waiting until they were nearly thirty, and Honoka is relieved that she doesn't have to wait that long to be married to the love of her life. Their relationship hasn't been easy, but as Honoka knows from her experiences with µs, with her solo career, nothing good is ever easy. This, she thinks as she takes her place at the altar, is probably the best thing in her life. It's been worth every single struggle to get here, every argument that she and Eli have had and made up for, every single time they haven't seen eye to eye, or have had to make compromises to fit their lives together a little better.

It's all worth it. She smiles down at the bouquet of orange flowers that she's holding, and smooths a hand over the skirt of her wedding dress. Her friends are all ready too, while Nozomi helps Eli put the final touches to her outfit.

It makes sense for her to be waiting at the altar, Honoka thinks with a smile. She's always the one dashing ahead, while Eli thinks things through carefully and meets her with a plan. Her proposal was the exact same way; Honoka's head was filled with nothing but excitement and determination to spend the rest of their lives together. Eli was the one to sit them down and work out exactly how they'd make it work together.

It makes sense, and she can't stop thinking it. Everything about today just makes perfect sense. Of course they're here, of course they're going to spend the rest of their lives together. It feels like they've been heading towards this since the very first time Eli confessed her feelings, or perhaps the very first time that they met.

Eli is so beautiful as she steps out that it steals Honoka's breath away. They stare at each other openly, and Honoka is glad that it's not just her at a loss for breath, at a loss for words. She knew that Eli would make an amazing bride, but this is beyond anything that Honoka dreamed or expected.

Then, finally, Eli walks down the aisle, to her side and they take each other's hands.

Honoka never wants to let go.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

Kousaka Honoka/Minami Kotori; Love Live!
mentions of violence and blood
word count: 476

remix of underscored's fill

Kotori's blood-bending quirk has never felt like more of a gift that it does right now.

The fight might be over, from what she can tell, from what she hears in the relative silence that comes from the lack of explosions and fighting outside, but Kotori's work isn't over yet. There are more casualties than she can count, more victims that she's entirely sure that she can help, but she refuses to dwell on that. She has to do whatever she can. She can't expect any more than that, but she knows that she won't accept any less.

There are ambulances all over the place, groups of medics haphazardly put together because they all have quirks that are useful for treating injuries. Kotori gets called over to a girl in a stretcher, with a stomach wound that's bleeding profusely. Kotori knows that if allowed to bleed, the girl is going to die from blood loss. She grits her teeth together, and focuses all of her energy on gaining control of the blood in the girl's body. Clot, she thinks firmly, like she can urge her quirk to work faster. She urges the platelets in the girl's blood into action, breathing a sigh of relief as she feels the clot forming.

"You're going to make it," she promises the girl, and turns her attention back to the wound. She can hear the girl whimpering in pain, but she's doing her very best to be brave. They all are, Kotori thinks. There's nothing else for them to do at this point but to be brave. To do their very best.

"Kotori!" a familiar voice calls, and it breaks her concentration for a moment. She looks up, her heart caught in her throat as she sees Honoka.

They haven't seen each other for so long and Kotori remembers the last time they parted ways, unsure if they would ever see each other alive again. She's been keeping herself busy tending to patients so she wouldn't dwell on the thought of Honoka leaping into battle, or potentially sacrificing herself to save someone else. None of that matters any more, though. Honoka is here, she's alive, and Kotori doesn't think she's ever been more relieved in her entire life.

The lapse of concentration might be short, but it means that she isn't focusing on the girl's wound any more. The clotting slows, new blood seeping through, and the girl wails with both pain and terror. Kotori presses her lips together into a thin line, nodding at Honoka before turning away, paying attention to the task in front of her.

There'll be time, she tells herself. She just needs to get through this, and then she can get out of the ambulance and hold Honoka in her arms.

They're both alive, Kotori thinks, her heart pounding in her chest. They have time.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kousaka Honoka/Yazawa Nico; Love Live!
no tags
word count: 425

remix of underscored's fill

Nico is really cute.

It's not actually that much of a surprise; she's good at being cute because she puts so much effort into it but that's an entirely different thing. Nico being cute as an idol has nothing to do with how cute she is right now, with her face pressed to the glass of the crane game, determined to win not only one, but two teddy bears. For both of them. So they could match, just the same as they'd match with the two alpaca plushes that Honoka's won for them.

There are lots of things about Nico that Honoka likes, but her determination to be good at what she wants to do has always been something that Honoka has found particularly inspiring. Nico isn't giving up, no matter how much yen she's already spent on this game. Each loss only makes her more determined to succeed the next time, and she'll adjust her plan of attack for her next try. Honoka knows that each loss is only going to make Nico feel that much prouder when she actually does succeed. Honoka doesn't even doubt for one moment that she will; she knows that it doesn't matter how long it takes, Nico is going to keep trying until she's won both teddy bears. She's not going to accept any help, won't listen to any tips, no matter how much Honoka offers.

It's fine, though. That's how Nico is and the more she tries, the more time they get to spend together in the arcade like this. Honoka finds that she likes it. Her cheeks are still warm at how much Nico had cheered for her when she won both her alpaca plushes in two consecutive tries, before declaring that she's going to do the same. Honoka isn't going to distract Nico by cheering her on right now, but she's waiting for it, waiting for the moment she can tell Nico that she's amazing, too. Because she absolutely is.

Then, finally, Nico succeeds at getting the first teddy bear. She cheers loudly and Honoka cheers with her, beaming as she watches Nico jumping on the spot, her pigtails bouncing. Nico gets on her tiptoes to kiss Honoka on the cheek in celebration, and even that is cute. Honoka laughs as Nico grabs her prize out of the machine, bumping their noses together.

"Are you actually going to try to get the other—"

"Of course," Nico replies, tugging on Honoka's arm.

With a smile, Honoka settles in to watch again. Her girlfriend is the cutest.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kousaka Honoka/Tadokoro Jin; Love Live!, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags
word count: 460

remix of underscored's fill

Jin's favourite customer walks in through the door, and he swears that all of a sudden, the day feels so much brighter.

He doesn't know how someone like Kousaka Honoka is even real, or how she's managed to find Tadokoro Bakery, but he's incredibly glad that she has, because whenever she drops by the store, she's always the best part of his day.

It isn't just her smile, or the way that she's so easy to get along with, or even her incredible enthusiasm for bread (she's inbreadible, he thinks to himself, and wonders if she'll like him less if he says it out loud).

It's a combination of everything, he thinks. Her cheerful demeanour, the way that she clearly cares about all of her friends from the things she tells him about Muse whenever she drops by the store, the way she's always just as eager to hear about Sohoku cycling club. She's great to talk to and he's a little too aware of the fact that he has a bit of a crush on her. If he had any hope of denying that, it's been thoroughly squashed ever since he heard her singing a song that was composed especially for him, about her standing by his side.

Ever since then, he feels like he's been tripping over his feelings for her a little more awkwardly and obviously, but it hasn't changed a single thing about the way she treats him. She's always happy to see him, always happy to talk to him, and she always spends longer at the bakery than she strictly needs to, after she's finished making her purchases for the day.

Jin refuses to let himself hope, and it doesn't matter anyway. Honoka is the bakery's top customer, and she's always welcome here. Jin would never want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable or reluctant to drop by. She doesn't mind the way that he'll sometimes feel himself blushing when they're talking to each other, or the way that he'll sometimes stammer when he's caught up by just how radiant she looks that particular day.

He knows that she's amazing, and not like anyone else he's ever met, and when he makes up an excuse to make a special custom bread for her, she only confirms the fact.

It wouldn't take just anyone to request a custom bread with all of her friends' faces on it. Jin likes a challenge, and as he takes the picture of Honoka and the rest of Muse from her hands to take a better look, he knows that he's going to do everything he can to make her dreams come true.

Maybe, when Honoka tastes the bread, some of his feelings for her will get through, too.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Kousaka Honoka/Tadokoro Jin; Love Live!, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags
word count: 452

remix of underscored's fill

Jin's phone lights up with a new mail just as he finishes packing away his things after a training session. It vibrates across the hard surface of the bench in the locker room, and he turns to it, picking it up.

He smiles when he realises that it's from Honoka. Her custom bread must have arrived by now. He knows that she's been busy preparing for live shows recently, so she probably doesn't have the time to drop by the bakery herself just yet. He'll content himself with exchanging emails for now. He misses the days when they both had more time to spend on either side of the counter at Tadokoro Bakery, when they first met and got to now each other properly. The perils of growing up, he supposes, as he scrolls down to the body of the email.

"Inbreadible," he mutters at his screen with a small grin, looking at her selfie. He's about to reply and tell her that it's fine for her to post the picture onto Instagram and to thank her for the possible new customers it might bring their way, but then he realises that there's still more left to the email.

He scrolls down, to her next selfie, and huffs out a quiet, fond laugh. He loves the faces that she pulls. He loves seeing them in person, just as much as he likes seeing them in the photos that she sometimes sends him, when she's taking breaks between rehearsals and updating him on what she's been up to.

He saves all three of the photos, and he's about to reply to her email when he has a thought, and opens up the camera on his phone as well.

Jin knows that he's biased about this sort of thing, because there's no one in the world cuter than his girlfriend, but he can't help but feel a little self conscious about the first picture he takes anyway. Then, he thinks about how much Honoka likes it when he sends selfies to her, and it immediately makes him feel better. She'd want him to have fun taking photos to send to her, and so he does. He takes one photo that's just of him smiling, and then two more of him pulling faces, and then opens up his email again to reply to Honoka.

It's perfectly fine to put that selfie up! Please do, you look pretty INBREADIBLE yourself. This is how happy I am that you like your bread:

He attaches the first picture, of himself smiling.

AND THESE ONES ARE TAKEN SPECIALLY FOR YOU!

He attaches the other two pictures, grinning down at his phone.

Love you. Looking forward to seeing you soon!

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[yrindor]

Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke, Makishima Yuusuke & Fuji Shuusuke, Yowamushi Pedal, Prince of Tennis
supernatural elements
579 words
Remix of blueminuet's BR4 fill.


"How important would you say this Kinjou is to you? Important enough to rewrite fate?"

Fuji's words continue to hang in the air even long after she's left. Makishima's not sure whether it's a figment of his own imagination, or if she had in fact spelled them to hang around him, but regardless of the cause, he can't escape them.

He may be a seer, but he's only human. Fate is a higher power, beyond human control, and he knows enough to know just how dangerous it is to try to change the course of the universe. The powers that be don't take kindly to mere humans interfering with their designs, and even if they turn a blind eye, fate itself is a heavy burden to move. He can't think of any examples of someone successfully changing fate off of the top of his head, but he can think of plenty of example of those who died trying, pouring their entire life force into the attempt and still not having enough power to reshape the flow of events.

But it was Kinjou on the other end of his visions, and for Kinjou, he might just be willing to try pushing the limits of what could be. He may be the master of seeing the future, but Fuji is the master of the present, and she has told him he can still fight. And so long as Kinjou's life hangs in the balance, he'll fight as hard as he can.

He's going to have to be smart about it though. He knows convincing Kinjou to stay home from the battle won't be enough, just as he knows he'd never be able to convince Kinjou to do such a thing in the first place. If the current future wants Kinjou to die, then he has to reshape it until it thinks otherwise; it's the only way to ensure Kinjou's safety.

He takes his time to plan before he starts. He doesn't have forever, not when the battle is supposed to start tomorrow, but to the universe, even years are like the blink of an eye; it won't do to push things too quickly and force the universe to push back.

There's no hesitation when he finally does begin though. He slips his power into the flow of universe, and gently but firmly begins redirecting it in the direction he wants. It feels something like trying to redirect a river; at times his progress feels impossibly slow, but with enough effort, he feels it slowly start to shift, like a river slowly wearing down rock to flow into a new course. He can't stop to look at his visions of the future while he's working though, so he just has to hope he chose the correct route before he began.

Across town, Fuji feels the ley lines underfoot begin to shift ever so subtly, and she smiles. It seems like Makishima's made his choice. He's taken an unusual approach, she thinks as she feels the steady pulse of his power. It's definitely not something she's seen in any book, and she's fairly certain no one other than him could make it work, but for all of its awkward angles, it seems to be working.

She'll let him be for now, but she'll go back later in the evening to offer her own advice on fighting fate, and maybe just maybe, together than can reshape this particular corner of the story.

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[yrindor]

Kinjou Shingo & Inui Sadaharu, Kinjou Shingo & Kaidou Kaoru, Yowamushi Pedal, Prince of Tennis
serious injuries
531 words
Remix of blueminuet's BR4 fill.


The injury that had ultimately claimed his leg hadn't seemed that bad at first, but it had festered and refused to heal until amputation was the only option. Before the surgery, Inui had assured him there would be nothing he couldn't do afterwards, pointing to his own body that was as much metal as flesh as proof. Kaidou had been more reticent, as usual, but even he had squeezed Kinjou's hand and said, "You're tough."

Kinjou had been prepared for the pain after the surgery as his body adjusted to having metal where there once had been bone, but he hadn't been prepared for just how difficult it would be to teach his body how to use his leg again.

It gave out under him without warning, and he caught himself on the parallel bars, the wood slamming yet again into his arms, adding to the ever-growing bruises.

"It’s because you’re trying to use it like a leg," Inui said as if it were the most obvious conclusion in the world. Kinjou's confusion and frustration must have been obvious since Inui backed up to explain more fully, complete with holographic models and diagrams for illustration. By the time his father finished, he was convinced as well.

That didn't mean it was any easier to get his body to agree though. He was exhausted and covered in sweat by the time Inui finally declared they had done enough for the morning, and he knew they'd be right back at the next day as soon as Inui finished analyzing his copious notes.

He also knew he didn't have too long to rest. His other father would be coming back from work in a couple of hours, and he would undoubtedly pick up right where Inui had left off, though with far less note-taking. If Inui took a data-driven approach to Kinjou's rehabilitation, Kaidou ran purely off of instinct and training. In his opinion, the best way to improve was to just keep drilling the same routine over and over.

Unlike Inui, he still hadn't accepted that Kinjou's injury would likely prevent him from taking over the family business as he had hoped. Kinjou wasn't willing to rule it out entirely as Inui had, but it definitely wasn't at the forefront of his focus, and it made it difficult to work with his father sometimes. It was clear Kaidou blamed himself for what had happened, and even though he had been living with a man who was more machine than human for years, he was still struggling to adjust to his son's first step in that direction.

Kinjou wouldn't trade either of his fathers in though. He like to think he had the best of both worlds between Inui's data and Kaidou's instinct and perserverance. Perhaps it was no surprise that he tended to fall somewhere between the two of them. He'd take the data Inui gave him about learning to use his new leg, and then practice with it for as long as it took for him to make it a part of himself. If there was one thing he knew, it was that no matter what, he wasn't going to give up.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei; Haikyuu!!
angst
word count: 411

remix of kiwiaste's fill

It's no use.

Issei knows this argument. He knows that it's just like every other argument that they've had before, and maybe this one will end but another will pop up later and he hates it. He hates the feeling of being trapped, going around and around in circles that lead them nowhere and leave them frustrated with each other and with themselves. They should be better than this, Issei thinks bitterly. They used to be, and he wants to say that he doesn't know what's happened to them since then and now, but he isn't in the habit of lying to himself.

He isn't the kind of person who looks at something cracking and giving away, and still calls it whole.

Takahiro is angry. Their lives don't align the way that they both wish they would. They barely have the time for each other, between Takahiro's desk job and Issei's research position. They keep passing each other by, or finding a handful of hours here and there, but most of those are filled with arguments these days. This isn't working.

"This isn't working," Takahiro says, and Issei flinches. It's one thing to think the words to himself. It's another to hear them said to his face. "Issei I—I don't know. I thought we could do this, but—"

No, Issei thinks, but he can't get his voice to work. He feels the dread wrapping itself around his throat, around his entire body, leaving him immobilised. Please, no. Not like this.

Takahiro drags a hand across his face and he looks exhausted. He looks sad.

"I'm sorry," Takahiro's voice is soft, his head bowed. He turns, and he isn't taking anything with him, he isn't packing his bags, but Issei knows: the moment Takahiro walks out of that door, he isn't coming back.

Takahiro, wait, he tries, but the words get stuck in his throat again and he's choking on them, trying to move against the fear holding him still. He has to reach out, he has to stop Takahiro. I'm sorry—

His hand doesn't want to move.

I'm sorry—

He reaches out this time, but Takahiro is already out of reach. Issei can't get his legs to move, can't follow him, can't do anything but stand there and watch as he's frozen by fear once again.

Sorry—

Takahiro walks out, the door clicking shut softly behind him, and Issei stands there, his eyes stinging, his entire body trembling.

It's no use.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru, haikyuu!!
major character death, blood, fhq setting
431 words

Remix of miyukitty's iwaoi fill


"Hey, Tooru." Hajime starts. He starts because he doesn't know how to end, never knows how to end this, finish it. Doesn't want to.

(In this case, though, he does know what he has to do. There's an instinct in the back of his mind, telling him what needs to be done, accompanied by the voices of everyone who's ever said what needs to be done, what he needs to do.

We can't let the Grand King win.

This has to end.

"Let me be the one to do it," Hajime begs. He knows it has to be him who does this. In all that's unfair in this world, this is probably what is the most unfair. That it has to be like this, that they can't live in peace and coexist. That they can't run away and escape this destiny that's been thrown down upon them.)

If there's a next time, I don't want it to be this way, Hajime thinks, wants to say, as he gets to his feet, steps closer to Tooru. It's not an unspoken apology--not yet--but right now it's as good as.

He wishes it wasn't this way. That he wasn't playing both sides--sticking close to Tooru to try and help the rest of the rebels stop the Grand King from tearing the world apart.

Hajime's no hero. He doesn't want to save the world. That's too big for him. But he'd do anything if it meant saving Tooru from tearing himself apart like this.

"Iwa-chan?"

His fingers curl into the front of Tooru's shirt as he yanks him forward and into a kiss. For a moment, he thinks, I don't have to do this. We could run. We could run and never look back.

But that moment is broken, as Hajime grips his sword tighter the moment before he plunges it into Tooru's stomach.

Blood that isn't his own fills his mouth, and Hajime's painfully aware of the tears slipping down his cheeks as he pulls back, pulls away. His grip on Tooru loosens, falters altogether and when he lets go, Tooru falls to the ground.

It's over as quickly as it began. But that doesn't mean he forgets it, doesn't mean he regrets doing what he had to.

"I'm sorry, Tooru," he says, aloud this time.

Sorry it ended like this.

"I love you, ya know. That's why..." He trails off, knowing Tooru can't hear him, won't ever hear him again, and he rubs at the tears on his face. There's still blood on his hands. A lot of it.

"Goodbye."

It's the end.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Kyoutani Kentarou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 420

remix of onceakoala's fill

This is probably, without exaggeration, the best thing that's ever happened to Kyoutani in his entire life.

There are dogs everywhere, their tails wagging as they crowd around him and Iwaizumi, clambering on top of them, clambering on top of each other as they ask to be petted. They're panting and making soft noises for attention, shifting impatiently whenever they take too long with the dog they're currently petting before moving on to the next. The only reason Kyoutani isn't grinning his biggest, goofiest grin is because he wants to at least pretend that he's composed, when he's around Iwaizumi.

As it is, he's already trying not to grin his goofiest grin because they're on a date, and Iwaizumi's decided to take them to a dog rescue centre to help socialise their dogs by playing with them. He isn't even surprised that Iwaizumi has figured out that it's something that Kyoutani would enjoy, but the best part is that from the looks of it, Iwaizumi is enjoying himself just as much.

For his part, he's not even holding back his grin. He's laughing quietly under his breath, talking to each dog as he pets it, telling it how good it is, and it makes Kyoutani smile a little too.

It makes him feel a little less self conscious about how he wants to talk to the dogs he's petting as well.

"Hey buddy," he murmurs to the next dog, bumping their noses together. "Have you been good? I bet you have, huh? You're so nice and soft. And—wow, look at you over there. You're so impatient you're about to start climbing over your friend, aren't you? Come on, let's see what we can do about that."

He pats them all with renewed effort, scratching behind their ears and under their chins. He hears Iwaizumi laugh, their backs almost touching.

"I think there's a small one trying to crawl in between us," Iwaizumi says, reaching behind him and scooping up a tiny pug, depositing it on the floor beside them. He leans back against Kyoutani, resting their heads against each other. "This is the best thing ever, huh?"

"Yeah," Kyoutani murmurs. He smiles over his shoulder, glad that Iwaizumi is looking so that he actually catches it. "It was a great idea. Thanks, Iwaizumi."

"Hey." Iwaizumi's voice is soft, and he reaches for Kyoutani's hand, lacing their fingers together for a moment and squeezing. "I'm glad I'm here with you."

Smiling a little wider, Kyoutani squeezes right back. "Yeah. Me too."

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

cisswap/genderbend
447 words
Remix of nyatsuuuu's AkaKuroo fill from BR5

“Omelet du fromage?”

Akaashi pokes her head up, turning towards the direction of the smooth, honeyed voice. The girl speaking to her slinks out of the shadows into bright light, grinning like the smuggest cat who’s just found its prey. Her face is familiar, and so is the green and silver striped tie she wears. She’s pretty. Akaashi will give her that.

Still, Akaashi narrows her eyes, unamused by the attempt at a dramatic entrance.

The girl slides down to sit next to Akaashi, smile still etched on her face. She leans in closer towards Akaashi, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Tarte au chocolat,” the girl mutters, slightly less confidently this time, and Akaashi can hear her breath hitch in her throat. “L- la pomme de terre de tomate au bacon. Boulettes de viande.”

Akaashi blinks. She pulls away from the girl, frowning.

“Why,” she asks, “Are you whispering food names into my ear?”

The girl clicks her tongue, raising an eyebrow. “Food names? I mean, you are very delectable, yes, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pauses for a moment, before beginning to speak again. “Où se trouvent les toilettes?”

Akaashi just gapes back at the girl wide-eyed. “The bathroom is down the next corridor.” Wait, didn’t this girl go to Hogwarts? Surely she would know its geography better than Akaashi did. Perhaps she had been bewitched, and needed some sort of charm to set her mind straight. “You are all right, aren’t you?”

Now it is the girl’s turn to stare back at Akaashi in disbelief.

“I’m fine, I’m fine! I just wanted you to know how beautiful you looked today.” She cranes in towards Akaashi. “Isn’t that what I just told you? In French?”

Akaashi has to resist the urge to palm her face in complete horror.

“You called me a cheese omelet, a chocolate pie, and then potatoes with tomatoes and bacon. Please work harder on your pickup lines.”

The girl just stares back in shock. She covers her mouth, and her cheeks turn bright red; of course they would, when she has just humiliated herself. What does surprise Akaashi, however, is the laugh that spills from the girl’s lips, and then the next. Soon, the girl is doubled over in peals of laughter, clenching her stomach in sheer joy.

For a split second, Akaashi can’t help but smile as the girl begins to speak.

“I’m—I got trolled so bad. I’m going to kill Bokuto,” she says, extending a hand for Akaashi to shake. “Well, since the French method isn’t going to work, nice to meet you. My name’s Kuroo. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

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

[hypernovaes]

when wei linked me this fill i cackled for about ten minutes straight because this is almost exactly how they asked me out last year. thank you for unintentionally writing a call out post for my gf, i love this so much LMAO.

Re: FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, G

[kazuyas]

i feel so spoiled right now oh my god thank you so so much!!

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Fuji Shuusuke/Inui Sadaharu (Prince of Tennis)
Tags: mention of blood, supernatural elements (ghosts, vampires), genderswap/trans character
Word Count: 479

A remix of luckycricket33’s fill here.


It’s twilight now, the last strains of sunlight bleeding out across the sky, steadily draining down the horizon, giving away to darkness. Fuji hums contentedly as she looks out the window, watching the sky slowly darken.

A cup slides across the table, stopping just before the edge, proof that exactly the right amount of force was applied to it with calculated ease, knowing that it would end up exactly where it was intended to go. Fuji looks over to see Inui, still strategically hunched in the shadows where the last of the dying sunlight can’t touch him.

Fuji picks up the cup and smells it, letting the rising steam curl over her nose.

“It’s not blood,” Inui says, and there’s a ruffle of pages as he flips through a notebook of some kind. “If that’s what you were wondering.”

“Shame,” Fuji says, but takes a sip anyway.

The darkness slips in further, and Fuji lets her form go slack, more transparent as the light dies. She sighs, still just solid enough to hold her drink. She loves this time of day, if she had to be honest. When both she and Inui can give up the pretense of being human, let their true forms show and just be themselves. Fuji feels herself becoming stronger as her form fades, ironic as it often seems.

Her eyes adjust to the darkness, the more she fades, and she can see Inui better. He sits reclined on his chair, spindly legs that seem to go on forever crossed over one another as he balances his notebook there. His tongue is teasing at his gums where no doubt his fangs are sliding out. He’s coming into his full power too, no longer having to limit himself to his weakened human form.

She grins.

Inui leans his chair back, balancing it on the back two legs. Fuji smiles and with a flick of her wrist, applies more force to it, throwing off his perfect balance. Inui flails only a little before Fuji catches him, suspended by the same supernatural pull.

She slowly puts her tea down and stands, walking through the table that sits between them. Inui is looking up at her, one pointed eyebrow raised, but makes no move to leave the suspended position he’s found himself in. She goes solid enough to grab his knees with her hands, and pulls herself up to sit on his legs. She smiles, staring down at him.

By now, he’s nearing the peak of his strength, and despite her metaphysical existence, he could easily shake her off. Or, perhaps not so easily; Fuji has a few tricks of her own after all. But he stays obediently suspended, appearing for all the world as if he’s completely at her mercy, as Fuji makes herself comfortable.

Yes, Fuji thinks to herself, this is definitely her favorite time of day.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, M

[kazuyas]

kageyama tobio &/ hinata shouyou, hq!! - on monsters - original fill by putsch here
content warnings: body horror descriptions, cannibalism imagery, monster imagery

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