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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.
You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

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First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
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mystic best team i mean-
thank you!!

i'm happy you like it!

Art fill, no tags. ~~messy smooches~~

Remix of

yrindor's prince of stride ot3 fill, heath/kyousuke/tomoe

!!!!!! You're such a good Makishima! This is cute!!

remix of this art by winterstuck, some inspiration drawn from this fic by kiyala, blanket permission from both

Chihaya/Shinobu
no tags

word count: 1376

One winter’s day Shinobu runs into the postman at the gate of the mansion. She’s about to step neatly to the side to let him pass when she catches sight of the distinctive Snowmaru postal mark on one of the parcels he’s carrying. Although she hasn’t been allowed to enter any prize draws lately, let alone order merchandise online, she stops him on instinct. ‘Excuse me, would you happen to be carrying any mail for Wakamiya Shinobu?’

Several minutes later she’s clutching the Snowmaru-adorned parcel to her chest whilst standing in the genkan, brushing snow from her hair and shaking out her coat before hanging it up. She toes out of her shoes, not wanting to let go of the parcel at all. Carefully, she shakes it – she thinks she can hear plastic crinkling as whatever’s inside moves from side to side. The parcel itself is small and light – perhaps it’s apparel of some sort?

She’s about to go straight to the study so she can open her package in peace, when she hears the phone.

Truly, Shinobu wants to ignore the call so she can be united with whatever’s in the package as quickly as possible, but the mansion’s phone is an old model; its sound more closely resembling screeching than the polite, contained ringing of newer handsets. Ignoring the call also doesn’t guarantee that the phone won’t ring again – especially not if the caller is Suou. Sighing, she moves quickly through the hallways to the source. ‘Wakamiya residence.’

It’s mostly silent on the other end, though it sounds like someone’s trying to catch their breath in the background. Rolling her eyes, Shinobu presses the receiver to her ear with her shoulder so she can stabilise the parcel with one hand whilst working it open with the other. ‘I know you’ve had a lot of time since graduating, but surely you have better things to do now than bother me? Especially since you’ve qu-‘

‘Shinobu-chan!’ An unexpected voice soars through the receiver, its tone warm like sweet birdsong, and suddenly Shinobu is trying not to drop the phone. She catches it deftly before it can smack against the floor.

‘Chihaya?’

‘Shinobu-chan, did you receive the parcel?’

Shinobu eyes the unopened parcel; she’s barely managed to worm her right hand under a bit of tape. ‘Yes…’

‘Oh, I’m so glad! The text message updates worked! Well? What do you think?’

When Shinobu doesn’t immediately reply, Chihaya continues, ‘Oh! Have you not opened it yet? Go on, go on!’

There are no scissors nearby, so Shinobu rummages through her Snowmaru purse for something else to help. She finds her keys and starts sawing through the tape. She doesn’t say anything to Chihaya the whole time; she knows Chihaya can hear everything, and besides, her heart feels like it’s jumping in her throat. She’s never been good at small talk, and at present she doesn’t trust herself to try.

She gasps when she finally gets the parcel open and comes face to face with a limited edition Snowhime scarf and mittens set. Rare! And so adorable! ‘Try them on, try them on!’ Chihaya urges. Shinobu carefully wipes her hands before removing the scarf and mittens from their packaging. Whilst she’s unfurling the scarf tenderly to appreciate the full pattern printed on it, an envelope slips out and falls into the open parcel.

Shinobu carefully places the scarf down before picking the envelope up. It’s gone very silent on Chihaya’s end – is she holding her breath? Shinobu hastens to open the envelope. When she sees what’s inside, she thinks that her breathing also stops for a moment.

‘How did you… Snowmaruland… Pre-opening… These tickets… How?’

‘My sister! She won them in a prize draw, but since she doesn’t like Snowmaru, she gave them to me.’

‘There are two tickets here.’

‘No one loves Snowmaru as much as you do, so it was an easy choice!’

‘The pre-opening is one day, and there’s only one of me.’

‘Ah, Shinobu-chan, I can’t afford to stay in a hostel or hotel in Kyoto or Osaka, even for one night! My parents would be worried… Have double the fun in my place! Get your friend to take photos of you, and send them to me!’

Whilst Chihaya speaks, Shinobu strokes the material of the scarf and mittens, appreciating their quality. Tracing a finger along the pattern of Snowmaru and Snowhime holding hands around a giant heart, she thinks about her options. It’s the middle of January, and the Queen matches are recently over. Shinobu’s started playing in more tournaments for the varied experience, and Chihaya herself goes to plenty. But they still live in different regions, so when will Shinobu see Chihaya next?

Maybe she doesn’t want to only see Chihaya again at the Queen matches. Maybe she doesn’t want to see Chihaya only at karuta matches. Maybe.

So when Chihaya falls silent, Shinobu responds. ‘What if you stayed with me?’

Shinobu thinks she hears sputtering, and she winces when she hears the sound of plastic falling hard against wood. ‘I couldn’t – I shouldn’t – I wouldn’t want to impose…’

‘You wouldn’t be. Besides, you’ve let me go over to your house before, haven’t you?’ Shinobu often thought fondly of Chihaya’s airy, bright, cozy house, with its warm people and atmosphere, and the impressive Daddy Bear collection in her room.

‘Yes, but only for a day trip! Not a sleepover!’

‘It’ll be fine. I’ll speak to my grandmother about it. You should speak to your parents. Would you call me back?’

Chihaya sputters more, and Shinobu feels a smile tugging at her lips. Finally, Chihaya collects herself enough to say thank you, I’ll ask my parents and call you back, and hangs up.

Instead of going to the study, Shinobu takes the parcel to the room she shares with her mother, where there’s a mirror. She lifts the scarf and mittens out once again, and puts them on.

It’s the middle of winter, but as Shinobu examines herself in the mirror, she feels warmth radiating from her chest, reaching the tips of her ears and tingling on her cheeks. The scarf and mittens look adorable, and she can’t wait to wear them everywhere, but especially to the Snowmaruland pre-opening.

When the phone rings again, she smiles and quickly makes her way to answer it.

--

‘That was so fun! Waaah, it’s too bad it was only a one day thing!’

They’d had a great time at Snowmaruland – they’d gone multiple times on each of the rides, played at several game booths, taken several pictures with all the character mascots from the Snowmaru franchise, and probably eaten their weight in Snowmaru food samples and snacks. They’d even stayed for the special Snowmaruland parade and fireworks, even though the loud sounds were overwhelming to both of them.

Now they’re trudging through the snow back to the Wakamiya estate. Chihaya is chattering animatedly, recounting everything they saw and did to Shinobu. Wasn’t this great… wasn’t it so exciting when… I loved it when… What did you think… How did they manage to…

Shinobu steals a glance at Chihaya. She’s gesturing energetically, and though the roads are dark save for the faint glow of streetlamps, Shinobu feels like everything around her and Chihaya is illuminated.

Chihaya stops talking and turns to Shinobu, catching her eye. It feels like everything is suddenly suspended in the air, like the silence before the reading begins for a match.

They hold one another’s gazes for several moments. Finally, Chihaya grins and jumps towards Shinobu, wrapping her arms around her.

‘Shinobu-chan, I had so much fun today. Thank you for letting me stay with you and accompany you.’

‘…Likewise. Thank you for sending me the tickets. And the scarf and mittens.’

Chihaya unwraps herself from Shinobu to place her hands on her shoulders, peering at her scarf. Then, she reaches out to rearrange Shinobu’s scarf, pulling the material into a secure knot that rests comfortably against Shinobu’s neck.

‘They really suit you! I’m so glad!’

It occurs to Shinobu that she hasn’t gotten Chihaya a return gift yet. ‘Next time…

‘Next time, I’ll win the tickets. Will you come with me again?’

Chihaya beams and jumps to hug Shinobu again.

‘It’s a promise!’

Edited 2016-08-18 22:53 (UTC)

Art fill, implied/referenced character death.

Remix of

tripsh's triwizard tournament iwaoi ~~because how dare you cast oikawa as cedric, accept my pain~~

Remix of THIS fill by

kiyala. Blanket permission granted.

Words: 439
Tags: Referenced character death, general supernatural/supermechanical elements

When she loses her pilots, Antler Star falls.

She tries to protect them, guiding their hands to the correct tools, pushing her shields just that little bit further, but she can’t. She feels every rent in her hull, every crack in her skeleton, but none nearly as strong as the sudden, abrupt loss of her Junta.

Her Hajime keens across the broken drift, loud and wordless in his distress, and she cries out with him, and she falls apart.

She keeps her Junta close, though, cradling him as best she can in the broken chassis of her arm, and she waits for them to find him. And they do; she knows them, she knows Ursa Breaker’s Tadokoro, who loves her pilots as much as she does, and she willingly surrenders her Junta to his care, wrapped up in a canvas and carried tenderly in the belly of a helicopter.

Her parts are scattered all across the continental shelf and the hollowed husks of tiny wartorn islets, and though her heart and the largest part of her body are retrieved in short order, it takes weeks and months for the scattered pieces to be collected and returned to Tokyo. Some never do, mired in the Pacific seafloor, kept safe and occupied by hundreds of tiny crawling and swimming things.

She still feels her Junta, in the whispers of the drift, feels him marvel over the fishes and thrum in the junkpiles of the Shatterdome and yearn for their Hajime.

Her Hajime isn’t okay, she knows, and she yearns just as much as her Junta does, but she’s nothing more than scrap, now, and her Hajime is no longer a pilot.

She can’t feel him in the drift.

Her parts are cleaned and redistributed and reused, and she carries pieces of her Junta into every new Jaeger she bonds to, but she never feels her Hajime.

That is, until one day, when she’s being reworked into a broken shell of a Jaeger, joining her spirit with the broken Jaeger’s, twining together new parts and old, and the she feels her Hajime.

His hands are rough but gentle and they move with precision, slotting and welding and screwing parts into place. He is warm and familiar and the little piece of her Junta swells towards him. Her Hajime doesn’t recognize the piece of her heart in his hands, and why would he -- she kept her heart safe, secret, even from her pilots. And he doesn’t know, when he slides the piece into place and moves along to the next job, but Antler Star feels him, sees him safe, and she is content.

tags: none
Ship: Miyuki Kazuya & Toujou Nozomi (daiya no ace & love live)
Word Count: 545

This is a remix of this art fill by

sky_rose, who gave permission directly.

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"Your team isn't so bad," Miyuki says, leaning over the fence looped around the practice field. There's an easy grin settled across his lips, the sort that says he's not so much offering a compliment as making a joke, testing the waters in talking to a catcher he doesn't know.

The girl standing across from Miyuki is nearly a head shorter than him, but when she smiles — slow, secretive, but with the sort of warmth that builds to glowing — it's every bit the equal to his own challenging grin. On that alone, Miyuki decides that maybe he's going to like her.

"We have had some practice," she says. "Although the baseball team is a new addition to our school."

"Oh," Miyuki says, as if he's just acknowledging fact, as if it isn't something amazing that a girls' school has entered itself into the so-called boys league.

He takes for granted that baseball is a sport for men, because he's in his third year of his high school baseball career and young men are who he faces off against, crouched behind home plate as his pitchers stare the batter down. It's not that someone like this catcher, long, heavy pigtails hanging down her back and a smile on her lips, looking sturdy in the clean white of her uniform, cannot be a challenge. She's simply the first of her kind who's come to challenge Miyuki toe-to-toe.

"So are you the ones playing us this afternoon?" she asks. "In our practice game?"

"Guess we are," Miyuki says. "Are you going to give us a tough time."

"I don't know," she says, glancing back over her shoulder.

There's a blonde girl standing just outside the bullpen, stretching with studious concentration and letting Miyuki know at a glance, she's warming up to pitch. He immediately wonders what her best pitch is, about her velocity, about whether she's difficult to work with, or easily takes to her catcher's signs.

Her catcher glances back at Miyuki, catching him staring. He shrugs, entirely unrepentant. She smiles at him in a way that's much more clearly a challenge. "That depends on Elicchi. But I like to think we'll give you a good run for your money. I wouldn't want to disappoint anyone."

Miyuki laughs, head tipping back as he chuckles over the mere thought. He doesn't think he'll be disappointed. They're an interesting pair, the careful, limber pitcher with her sharp blue eyes, and her easily-smiling catcher who clearly isn't giving the all of the picture away. Miyuki is happy to face them on the field.

"So what's your name?" he asks. "So I know who I'm up against?"

She smiles again, and shrugs, holding two fingers up like she's plucking something between them. "If it's in the cards that we beat you, are you going to remember it?"

"I never forget a catcher who gets the better of me," Miyuki says.

"In that case," she replies. "It's Nozomi. Toujou Nozomi."

"Miyuki," he returns. "Lets have a good game."

She grins that challenging grin of hers again, all white teeth and crinkling about the eyes, her pretty face tanned by the summer sun. Miyuki can't help but smile back, met with such a grin. "Yes," she says. "Let's do exactly that."

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!
no tags, fantasy AU
556 words
Remix of kiyala's BR4 fill.

When he's working alone, Oikawa's magic calls attention to itself, and it to its caster, flashing about dramatically. Iwaizumi's is less showy, but no less powerful, an iron fist that isn't easily swayed. When they join together though, they turn into something quieter and more subtle, a twining of words and spells that reshapes itself into something far more powerful than either of them could manage alone.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but for Oikawa, each word carries within it a thousand memories. He says, "Go!," and it's not just a command in the here and now. They're children, and Oikawa whispers the word just before they jump out from under the porch to scare Iwaizumi's aunt. They're at the sports festival in middle school, and he yells it as he passes the baton to Iwaizumi for the last leg of the relay. They're in high school, and Oikawa gives the command as the whistle blows at the beginning of the final set of the volleyball game. With hundreds of memories tied up in the word, and hundreds of times to have practiced before, Iwaizumi's response is immediate, his body moving even before he consciously processes what Oikawa has said.

He returns the favor with a hand on Oikawa's shoulder, except it's not just a hand either. It's the amusement park when they were elementary school, and Iwaizumi is urging Oikawa onto the roller coaster for the first time. It's the first day of middle school when they promised they'd face the new adventure together. It's high school when Iwaizumi consoles Oikawa after their loss to Karasuno. It's an unspoken promise that Iwaizumi is there, always has been there, and always will be there.

The memories jump between them in an instant, hanging thickly in the air as they're remembered and used to strengthen the power of the bond between them. They keep their power tightly contained, but even so, it's enough to send static crackling between them.

They say words are power, and names, with more associations and memories tied to them than any other word, are the most powerful of them all. There's a reason they rarely call one another by their given names, preferring to hide behind the relative safety and distance offered by nicknames and family names. Their given names are them as children swearing they'll always be best friends. They're the two of them in middle school cheering when they win the tournament. They're the day when Oikawa's knee finally gave out, and Iwaizumi held him as he cried.

They choose which name to use carefully, reserving their given names for the most important and powerful of situations and ensuring the most powerful of the memories remain separate from their everyday names lest those memories slip out unexpectedly.

The moment to use their given names comes sooner than either of them expected. They're pressed right up against each other with the magic already thick in the air, but they know it's not going to be enough.

"Hajime," Oikawa says as he reaches out.

"Tooru," Iwaizumi murmurs in response as he takes Oikawa's hand. The air between them crackles, and light streams out from where their hands meet, arcing back down through Iwaizumi's body like visible ley lines, strong enought to blind anyone who happened to be looking.

tags: none
Ship: Ayase Eli & Furuya Satoru (love live & daiya no ace)
Word Count: 507

This is a remix of this art fill by

sky_rose, who gave permission directly.

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In some ways, Eli doesn't have the personality one would expect of a pitcher. She has the fortitude for it, and the determination, and she has a hell of an arm when she's pitching. She has the commanding attitude needed of the ace, able to rally her team around her and perform her part in their defense. But sometimes she seems too calm, too calculated, too set on making her own calls even when she knows her catcher is giving her signs.

(That's why she has Nozomi to work with, Nozomi who can read her like a book and who always meets her halfway, who understands when Eli can't stop herself from digging in her heels and shaking off direction.)

Eli is the sort of person who always wants to be aware of whatever situation is unfolding around her, who cares about the big picture and thinks on a macro scale first. As a pitcher, she knows she always needs to warm up, knows that it's part of the game to throw with Nozomi in the bullpen before the first inning starts, knows that downtime is a myth and that any time can always be better used with a little cleverness.

As a person, she can never resist sizing up the other team.

There's a lot of pressure on her, as the ace and captain of the first girls' team in their league. She and Nozomi have spent long nights studying the competition, watching game videos and researching their players, planning ahead for the sorts of fights they'll get into. They've researched Seidou, and Eli likes to think she knows what to expect.

But on the day of the game, standing across the field from the away-team dugout and watching the other players prepare to face them in a game, all of that research goes from hypotheticals to harsh reality. Eli is used to it, to the intensity of playing always looming broader and brighter than what she imagines when she's looking at stats and studying recordings. She isn't quite used to sizing up the other pitchers, to knowing she shouldn't but finding herself unable to not ruthlessly compare, her stats against theirs, her merits against theirs.

Seidou's current ace is tall and lean, whispered to be a monster and renowned for his fastballs that rival the abilities of the pros. Eli watches him from across the field, standing sentinel beside the dugout and staring off as if in a trance. Even from a distance, she can tell that his eyes are unfocused.

Until they sharpen down, and what he's staring at is her.

She can feel the pressure of his resolve from clear across the field, weighing upon her like a physical force, threatening her with his unwillingness to back down. But Eli is stubborn herself, and she has a whole team depending on her to play her part. She stares him down right back, before allowing herself to smile.

They're going to have a good game, Otonokizaka and Seidou, Eli will make sure of it.

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!
no tags
499 words
Remix of kiyala's BR4 fill.

It's two in the morning, and Kuroo can't sleep. He's been living in the dorm on the university campus for a couple of months now, but it still feels strange and foreign.

Objectively, the view from his window is far better than the view from his window at home. It overlooks the river, and when he has to be up early for volleyball practice, he can watch the sun rise over the water.

Subjectively though, he far prefers his window at home. He misses being able to look out and see Kenma's window, to climb out sometimes when Kenma's light is still on in the middle of the night and slip through the window across the street into Kenma's room.

He'll never admit it, but he's homesick--not homesick for his house, or his parents, or his high school friends, but homesick for Kenma. He wonders what Kenma's reaction would be if he ever said that out loud. He's not sure he wants to find out.

He's in college now, and Kenma was the first person to tell him to enjoy himself. They text each other daily, and Skype more days than not, but Kuroo is careful not to mention the sleepless nights he spends wishing he could still climb into Kenma's bed. Kenma is in his third year now, and Kuroo knows from experience that that means he'll have plenty to worry about on his own. He doesn't need Kuroo adding his own problems on top of that.

He wonders if Kenma ever thought it strange that his neighbor kept climbing in through the window even once they were no longer children. He wonders if Kenma is enjoying not having company in his bedroom late at night anymore.

He takes out his phone, and his fingers hover over the keys, but he puts it away again without typing a word. It's a school night, so Kenma should be asleep by now, and he doesn't want to risk waking him. He looks out the window out of reflex, and his heart aches when he remembers he can't see Kenma's window from here.

Are you awake too? he wonders. Do you miss me too? But the night is as silent as his phone, and he finds no answers there.

When he Skypes Kenma the next day, he knows there are dark circles under his eyes; he only managed to fall asleep as the sun rose, and his alarm woke him barely an hour later. He hopes that Kenma avoids looking at him directly like usual and doesn't notice. Kenma spends most of the call looking at his hands like usual, his hair falling over his face, but Kuroo still notices the dark circles under his eyes too.

Near the end of the call, he forces himself to ask about them, but Kenma just mumbles something about stress and not sleeping well and changes the subject. Kuroo can't blame him; being a third year is hard after all.

Art fill, interspecies + partial nudity (preview just to be safe).

Remix of

kiyala's soupyun. "Be my king-consort, Sousuke."

tags: none
Ship: Furuya Satoru & Toujou Nozomi (daiya no ace & love live)
Word Count: 631

This is a remix of this art fill by

sky_rose, who gave permission directly.

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"Did you paint them?" Nozomi asks, gesturing at Furuya's hands after she's clasped them for a shake.

They're standing on the field, arranged in their lines to thank each other for the game. Though the match is over and Nozomi should be crushed with the reality of defeat, she's never been one to allow adversity to grind her down. It was only a practice game, after all. Practice is something her team can never get enough of, new as they are to playing in their league. Nozomi will treasure each defeat for the things that it teaches her.

"Oh," Furuya says, glancing down at his fingers. For a moment his stare is blank and vacant, taking in the white of his nails like he's never seen them before. Then he smiles, a slow spread across his lips that catches and lights behind his eyes. "No. Miyuki-senpai did them."

The rest of their lines are breaking up, splitting away back to their sides of the field to wind down from the game and get their things back together. Furuya stays where he is, with Nozomi talking to him. So Nozomi stays with him.

"Can I see?" she asks.

He extends his hands, offering no argument.

She takes one, letting his palm settle across her palm and allowing his fingers to spread before her appraising gaze, admiring the attention to detail with his nails. At a glance, they're subtle, the white of the paint only slightly standing out from the pale of his hands. Upon further examination, Nozomi can make out the silver stars etched into the paint, the tiny dots of sparkling glitter hovering at the stars' corners.

"They're very nice," she says, a fond smile of her own spreading across her lips. "Your senpai must have very careful hands."

"He does," Furuya agrees, nodding decisively. "Miyuki-senpai is a very good catcher, and is very good with his hands. He says I need to take better care of mine."

"They look well cared for to me," Nozomi says.

Furuya beams at her, face lighting up at the comment. "Miyuki-senpai says I'm doing better."

Nozomi likes him, this young, earnest pitcher who cares so much for the catcher he works with, whose trust in his partner is clear enough that even she can get a read on it. They've played a game now, so she's met Miyuki, has gone to bat against Furuya's fastball and been forced back by his breaking balls, been forced to consider how she can do better as a clean-up hitter for her team.

"Your hands are very important," Nozomi says, thinking of Eli's long, graceful fingers, of the French-tips she used to wear when she got manicures with her grandmother, before she started clipping her nails round and short for baseball. "Maybe the most important thing, even."

"That's what Miyuki-senpai said once," Furuya says. "A pitcher's hands are his weapons."

Nozomi likes Miyuki, too, from what she's seen of him. He's smoke and mirrors, wearing a bright grin like a disguise and wielding jokes like weapons, making himself fit only as much as he has to. That's something Nozomi is familiar with, something she can recognize at a glance as easily as her eyes caught the gleam of sunlight off Furuya's carefully-painted nails.

"So whose idea was it?" she asks, letting go of Furuya's hand but gesturing at what she's parted with. "The stars, I mean?"

Furuya glances away. His expression is serious once more, the closed, focused one he wears when he's standing on the mound or stepping up to the plate. But something flickers across it, an almost-smile as if he's experiencing a memory. He tells her, "It was mine."

Nozomi smiles. "I've always loved the stars, Furuya-kun. I would say you have very good taste."

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!
blood/blood-drinking, vampires
583 words
Remix of kiyala's BR1 fill.

Kuroo is almost certain Kenma will slip into his room sometime that night; he's been watching for the last few days as Kenma's become more and more fatigued, visibly dragging by the end of their most recent practice.

Their teammates asked if Kenma was feeling all right, and Kenma brushed it off as a couple of nights staying up too late with a new video game, but Kuroo knows the real reason. He knows Kenma hates asking, but he wishes he wouldn't put it off for so long. It hurts him to see Kenma suffering unnecessarily.

Kenma has to give in eventually though, and Kuroo's sure it will be tonight. Before bed, he double-checks that the window is still unlocked and turns up the thermostat in his room by a few degrees. It makes his room a little too hot, and he can feel the heat radiating off of his own body as he overheats slightly, but he leaves it. He knows how much Kenma loves curling up into that warmth, just as he knows Kenma's lost his sense of what's "too warm" and what's "just warm enough."

Even in the slightly uncomfortable heat, it doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and he sleeps soundly until he hears a quiet voice calling his name and feels a familiar, cold hand between his shoulderblades.

"Kenma, is that you?" He already knows the answer, but he asks anyway, his voice slurred by sleep. He slides over and pats the empty space next to him.

"I'll give you my wrist," he says once he feels Kenma slide in behind him. He trusts Kenma, knows Kenma will stop as soon as he's full and long before he's taken too much.

Kenma's touch is always cold, but in the overheated room, his fingers feel like ice as they wrap around Kuroo's wrist and raise it to his lips.

Kuroo braces himself for the bite. No matter how many times it happens, it still hurts. He doesn't flinch this time, but he sucks in a sharp breath as Kenma's fangs pierce the sensitive skin of his wrist. It's dark, but he can still imagine the look of pain that would have flashed across Kenma's face just then, and he curses his body for its traitorous reactions that hurt Kenma.

The pain isn't as bad after the initial bite, a dull throbbing and an unnatural tugging he can easily ignore. He focuses on the feel of Kenma's hands holding him, wonders if Kenma realizes he's rubbing soothing circles on Kuroo's forearm with his thumb.

Kenma's always quiet, but there's a particular quality to the quiet as he feeds—a silent focus as he tries to find the fine line between not feeding enough and feeding too much.

It's not long before he feels Kenma's fangs slide back out of his wrist, and then Kenma murmurs the spell to knit flesh back together, his lips still pressed to the inside of Kuroo's arm. Books always seem to describe healing magic as warm, but Kenma's is as cold as his fingers, a deep chill that sinks through Kuroo's skin and leaves numbness in its wake.

Kuroo's head feels a bit foggy, though he's not sure if that's a result of the hour or the sudden blood loss. Regardless, he curls up and goes back to sleep. With Kenma curled up beside him, his room is no longer too warm. It's just right, and he sleeps more soundly than he has in days.

no major content warnings, supernatural beings (mer-dolphin-human), bare chest but not visible, teeth
original fill by elucidatedlucy, BR5

manami chews a snow globe with their dolphin teeth

multipairing, daiya
see below for info/content warnings

same shtick as last time: read a few poem fills (this time by luckycricket33!) that are roughly equivalent to a 400 word fill and stuck em together for one fill.

original fills:
1) tetsujun - http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/13854.html?thread=4959262&posted=1#cmt5493278
— no content warnings, rated g
2) kuraryou - http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/16113.html?thread=7532017#cmt7532017
— content warnings: supernatural beings (angels), mentions of rot and decay, rated t
2) tetsujun - http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/15224.html?thread=7229816#cmt7229816
— no content warnings, rated g

listen here (they're all individual files in one dropbox folder so pick and choose as you like~)

Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

Remix of

hapaxlegomenon's fill from BR5 here!

Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu, Haikyuu!!
No tags
Remix of

babster's adorable fill from BR2. i loved this part and wanted to do at least a little something for it!!

aaaaahh, thank you so much!!! (灬º 艸º灬) the original fill has such a great mood, I just hope I was able to capture at least a tiny bit of it hehe

Oikawa Tooru / Ushijima Wakatoshi, Haikyuu
tags: none; maybe a tiny innuendo type thing?
461 words, fashion au
remix of

ricegodess's fill here, permission given here

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“Don’t look while I’m changing,” Oikawa snipes as he pulls the white shirt over his head in one smooth movement; only half of the twenty buttons are undone, just enough to give him room to clear the fabric over the strong line of his shoulders, and the still closed hipline catches in Oikawa’s perfectly coiffed hair. “What are you, some kind of pervert.”

“Please be careful with your hair,” Ushijima says as he turns his head aside. “We don’t have time to call another stylist to redo it.”

They have a small setup of low lights and reflectors in a courtyard bursting with sunlight and overgrown green; it looks like a small secret garden in the middle of the grey, concrete landscape of the city, filled with flower banks and vines crawling artfully up the stone walls of the surrounding buildings. It was perfect, Ushijima had thought at the time. But now it’s bustling with pedestrians during the lunch hour, and the quality of the light was changing too quickly, and Oikawa is deliberately winking at a secretary walking by on her way to the cafe around the corner; she blushes and continues walking faster, hands clutching her purse, and Ushijima tries to think of the virtue of patience.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before putting so many buttons on this shirt then.” Oikawa deliberately balls up the shirt and throws it at Ushijima’s head. “Didn’t know you were such a prude, Ushiwaka-chan.”

This is charming, Ushijima thinks, and somewhere in between the space of his ribs and his lungs, he might have felt something like resignation, or it might have been fondness. This is patience.

Oikawa still has another undershirt on, a light blue silk that sets off the tan of his smooth skin, and an asymmetric row of twenty small gold buttons also closes it across the chest; Ushijima remembers the long hours spent tracking down just the right style of them, remembers the deliberate care in which he had handsewn each of those on, and he watches as Oikawa’s long slim fingers start making quick work of them. Ushijima thinks less of patience then, and closes his hands over Oikawa’s to still them, as mesmerising as they are when they move across his collarbones like that. “If they are such a problem, I will undo them for you.”

Ushijima’s fingers are light, but the touch of them, one by one, are like pinpricks of heat that crawl down the line of Oikawa’s ribs, shutting him up.

“Lift your hips, Oikawa, I will undo your pants now for the next pair,” Ushijima says, so close his voice resonates in the breath Oikawa takes, and Ushijima might have smiled at the indignant squawk Oikawa makes in that moment.

Momoshiro Takeshi/Kaidoh Kaoru, Prince of Tennis
tags: cannibalism, blood, murder, graphic descriptions of gore(?)/butchering, werewolves, supernatural
751 words
Remix of

luckycricket33's here

Read it on AO3!

Edited 2016-08-18 23:00 (UTC)

tags: none
Ship: Ayase Eli & Miyuki Kazuya (love live & daiya no ace)
Word Count: 658

This is a remix of this art fill by

sky_rose, who gave permission directly.

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They would make a pretty good battery, Miyuki thinks, as he watches Eli pack her gear away after the game.

After all, the most attractive pitchers are the difficult ones, and though Eli's control is admirable and her speed is nothing to turn a nose up at, she is unmistakably headstrong, unflinchingly proud. Miyuki has watched the way her catcher handles her, with a delicate touch and easy smiles, banking on their familiarity to ensure that they're on the same page. They've forged a connection, and it's that connection Eli listens to, not the signs.

Miyuki can't help but wonder whether she'd take signs from him, if they were partnered together in some far-off game. Tanba didn't take his direction well at first, either, but he came around. Miyuki never can say no to a challenge.

The Seidou bus is waiting in the parking lot, idling as their players gather their things, loiter after the game. They aren't in the hugest hurry to get home but after bathroom breaks are made and their gear is stowed away, they will all be expected to pile back on the bus to depart. Miyuki knows this; it's the same routine they use for every practice game, never mind that this one was against the league's first all-female team.

Miyuki makes his way across the field anyway, discarding the chance to take a piss, to talk to friends.

"Ayase," he says, catching her attention. "Do you have a minute?"

She stares back at him, sharp, ice-blue eyes narrowing with suspicion — or maybe just appraisal, sizing up the situation she's suddenly found herself in. Miyuki grins back at her, easy, unassuming. This is just a chat between friendly rivals, the sort who fight on the field but sport no animosity once it comes to the end of the game.

"Miyuki," Eli says, slowly, like she's only just remembering the name. "I saw you speaking to Nozomi earlier. Did you have something to ask me?"

That makes it easy, and Miyuki grins wider, laughs. "Yeah, something like that. I wanted you to catch with me."

He nods his head toward the bullpen, empty now that the game is over and another game not scheduled for the late, lengthening hours of the afternoon, orange light slanting its way across the field. Eli looks where he's indicating, and her lips purse, expression shifting into more of a frown.

"Why would I want to catch with you?" she asks.

"Because it'll be interesting," Miyuki replies immediately, no hesitation at all. "You've never played with guys, right? Not on your same team, playing against other teams doesn't count. Catch with me."

He's still grinning, and nodding, trying to make the offer seem inviting.

The reality of the matter is, he's never played with a girl, not as a pitcher, not on his same team. He played with whoever joined the youth league when he was younger, with his teammates in middle school, with everyone at Seidou now that he's in high school. He'll go pro, if he's able, and play with a new batch of guys there too.

He's never doubted that a girl could be a good pitcher. He's just never met one, and now that he has the opportunity to catch for her is one he doesn't want to let slip through his fingers.

She stares at him, gaze even and heavy. He can feel the weight of her appraisal, not unlike the one he gives to his pitchers, or the stare Chris used to level him with sometimes, the understanding one from one catcher to another. That thought is the most interesting of all — Eli is a very attractive pitcher, for her resemblance to Miyuki and Chris' way of thinking as well as for her stubbornness, and skill, and pride.

"Alright," she finally says. "Let's do this."

Miyuki leads the way over to the bullpen, grinning near hard enough to split his face.

IT'S SO CUTE

His smiling eyes are KILLING me. And Winnie is so adorable too!!

Thank you very much! :D

momo doesn't wanna know tbh

ow?????????

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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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

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

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, G

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, G

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

FILL: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA, E

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

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

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T