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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.

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

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Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Major tags: None
Tags: Implied Bokuto/Kuroo
Word count: 706, not including images with text
Remix of

babster's Tanaka/Noya fill for BR 4.

---

Ryuu had tweeted his thoughts immediately after setting eyes on the talkative and breathtaking guy at the party. The boy was gorgeous; there was no denying that. He was probably already dating some six-foot tall, well-bearded man that could pull off a manbun; so Ryuu just watched him, forlornly from a distance all night. He had been eyeing him all evening, but when the other guy looked back at him, Ryuu looked away, embarrassed. It wasn’t like him to shy away at such a moment, but goddamn, he was so cute - what else was he supposed to do?

---

“Hi, Tanaka, right?” It’s him. The Guy. From the party. Talking to him, Tanaka Ryuunosuke. In the park. The Extremely Cute Guy is talking to him. Ryuu registers all of this a little too slowly for his own liking and the guy continues to talk over him (which, Ryuu admits, is a good thing, because he isn’t sure if he could say anything remotely more comprehensible than excited stuttering right now).

“I’m Nishinoya! Nishinoya Yuu, but you can call me Noya. I’ve seen you play volleyball a couple of times,” (Oh my god, Ryuu’s mind flips as does his stomach. What if he’s seen me rip off my shirt like a total fucking lunatic? Ryuu panics mildly but continues to smile and nod at Noya, because it’s the polite thing to do). “ … I was wondering if I could join you. I’m pretty good,” admits Noya.

“Hell yeah, man. We can play, like, right now, if you want,” Ryuu automatically answers, not realising that playing volleyball would be a little tricky with just two people.

Noya isn’t afraid to laugh and point this out to Ryuu, who can’t help but feel inclined to grin back.

“Forget it,” Ryuu blushes, looking away, feeling highly embarrassed. What was he thinking, honestly …

A warm hand touches his shoulder and he turns to see Noya gazing up at him and smiling. “That sounds great,” Noya says. “I’ve got a couple of friends who might be keen to join us for some beach volleyball so we can just head down to the beach now if you want, so you can take your shirt off for us there, too.”

Ryuu freezes. He honestly could have died, right there and then, but Noya lets out a loud, booming laugh, which reminds Ryuu of new summer tunes and relaxing barbecues, so he doesn’t really mind.

“Sure,” agrees Ryuu, the corners of his lip twitching despite his attempt at remaining cool, calm, and collected. “As long as, you know, you won’t find it too distracting.”

There’s a twinkle in Noya’s eyes as the two of them walk towards the beach together, arms occasionally touching. “Nicely played, Ryuu.” Ryuu doesn’t know when or how Noya found out his first name, but something about the way it falls so casually off Noya’s lips feels natural and comforting to him.

“So, uh, who are your friends that you invited to play?” Ryuu asks just as they step onto the sand and kick off their shoes. The sand is warm and inviting beneath his toes, feeling soft and springy. Good.

“Oh, they’re pretty cool -,” starts Noya, but a loud “HEY, HEY, HEY!” interrupts him.

Two tall and extremely muscular men wave at Noya, grinning from ear to ear.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” The beefier of the boys inquires, a handsome man with grey streaks in his spiky hair, causing Ryuu to blush. The other guy, who looks as though he spent two hours trying to make his hair look like he had just rolled out of bed, smirks and winks at Ryuu.

Noya flings an arm around Ryuu unexpectedly and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Ryuu almost jumps a metre back in shock, but Noya holds his hand firmly. “Hey,” Noya looks fixedly at Ryuu while the other two boys gape at them. “Wanna date?”

Unsure if the summer heat has turned Ryuu’s brain to mush or if Noya’s fierce gaze has hypnotising powers, Ryuu nods in response while Noya breathes a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” he lets out a shaky laugh and picks up the ball, beaming.

This was turning out to be Ryuu’s favourite summer yet.

Akaashi Keiji/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!
tags: fire imagery, mentions of burning
poetry fill, 20 lines ~~I'm sorry I went so extra with the liberties~~

Remix of

kiyala's "god!Akaashi, Phoenix!Oikawa" fill here.

feathers and embers

I’m a
burning chandelier, unhooked
myself from the ceiling so I can
meet you in crashes and spit wax
to sear your skin; perhaps, you’ll
breathe in spirals, see the smoke
my footsteps emit: they’ll be the
laughable legacy of a razing god
who finds being one with flames
too hard to quit.

Still
a tamed bird
isn’t a low I’d stoop for you
nor for me, but if
the lock and key is within
your embrace, then, I’ll gladly
be caged in.

(Black feathers and embers,
oh, such a match
we do make.)

Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari; Kuroko no Basuke
supernatural themes
word count: 443

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Faerie sinks its claws into Shintarou at an early age, when he is too young, too innocent to think anything of following the glowing lights that tempt him into the forest. Wide eyed and fascinated, Shintarou loses himself among the trees.

He loses himself more than he ever realises. Faerie makes a false copy in his place, a squirming and wicked beast with sharp features and sharper teeth, only softened by the glamour cast upon it so that it resembles a human child.

Shintarou becomes a mask; a puppet for Faerie to return back to his home, back to his bed, pretending that nothing is amiss. This is where Faerie thrives the best, after all, smoothing the edges between the human world and the realms beyond, combining them so seamlessly that it's impossible to tell that one has ended and the other begins.

When Faerie chooses Shintarou, however, it forgets to account for the local youkai.

Shintarou's grandmother sees through the glamour at a glance, sees him for the snarling impostor that he is, and turns on her heel immediately, only returning when she's armed with the proper magic to combat what has been done to her grandson.

Magic, she knows, is about belief.

The less someone believes that it's magic, and the more they believe that it is the true nature of he world, the more likely it is to work.

She teaches Shintarou to follow the Oha Asa with the same dedication he gives to the novels that he's already learning to read, the mathematics equations that his parents are so proud of him for solving at such a young age. She slowly but surely makes it a habit of his, to rise each morning and check the Oha Asa, to acquire his lucky item for the day as soon as possible. She stresses the importance of it and he's young enough to believe her without questioning it. He's young enough that it sticks.

She hovers without being seen, making sure that the Oha Asa is effective enough at keeping Faerie at bay. She nods, satisfied when she looks at Shintarou and recognises her grandson again. She might not have been able to keep him safe from Faerie the first time, but she'll do everything in her power to make sure that it doesn't get its hold on him again.

When she sees him with his druid friend, though, she's relieved to know that at least she's not alone in trying to keep Shintarou safe. Between the two of them, perhaps they stand a chance.

Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta; Yowamushi Pedal
references to terminal illness and character death
word count: 545

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Aoyagi has known that something is wrong for a long time.

He can't remember when it began; he just remembers seeing Teshima's face one morning at school, the set of his jaw, the distant look in his eyes, and known that something was coming. Something big and important, and even back then, it made Aoyagi wish that the jokes their teammates made about the two of them having some sort of mental link were true, because then he would know exactly what the reason was behind the way Teshima's expression will sometimes cloud over, the way he sometimes breaks off mid-conversation, like it's heading in a direction he doesn't quite want to follow.

All Aoyagi knows that whatever it is, it's getting worse.

Teshima isn't talking to him. Surely, Teshima must have realised that Aoyagi's figured something out by now, but he never actually mentions it. Aoyagi doesn't bring it up either, because he doesn't know how to. He doesn't know what to do when Teshima doesn't want to tell him something.

Instead, he takes comfort in all the other things that they do share. Sometimes, it doesn't matter that Teshima is very obviously keeping a secret from him when they can have conversations purely through the glances that they exchange, and the quirk of their lips. It doesn't matter that Aoyagi doesn't know how to ask, when he can reach out and Teshima's hand is right there, always within easy reach. Just as Teshima always is. The way Aoyagi is certain he always will be.

The first time Aoyagi begins to fear otherwise is when Teshima comes to school looking exhausted.

It's a different kind of exhaustion from when they push themselves to their very limits at practice. This time, Teshima looks like there's something draining his energy, wearing him to the bone. He tries to hide it, and he must fool himself into thinking that it's working, and that scares Aoyagi more than anything else. Teshima knows how far he can stretch things with Aoyagi; he knows that they're too familiar with each other to maintain a lie for too long. The fact that he's still trying, still convincing himself that he can get away with it, means that whatever it is that he's hiding, it's bigger and scarier than anything Aoyagi can imagine.

He wants to ask. He wants to sit Teshima down and make him spill the truth.

The Interhigh is coming up, though, so he puts it off. They have something more immediate to focus all their energy on, and if the best Aoyagi can do is make sure that Teshima isn't actually running himself into the ground, then he'll do that.

On the first day of the Interhigh, he puts it off. He'll ask later. Maybe, after they win the first stage, Teshima will be feeling good enough to talk about it.

On the second day of the Interhigh, he puts it off. There's still so far left to go. He can wait until the end of the road, he thinks. He can wait until there's nothing else distracting them.

On the third day of the Interhigh, with more finality hanging in the air than any of them ever wanted, Aoyagi learns to hate himself for not asking sooner.

Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 417

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Daichi is smiling as he walks out of the pharmacy with the bottle of painkillers rattling in the plastic bag.

He tears out a small piece of paper from one of his notebooks, so he can write, Next time, pay me back!, onto it. Not that it really matters, anyway. He's the one who uses the painkillers the most, and he knows that it would probably be easier for both of them if he just kept the bottle with him, instead of sneaking it into Suga's locker the way he does every single time.

There's no fun in that, though.

He'd rather do it like this, walking to Suga's locker and opening it, sticking the plastic bag at the bottom, with the note sitting neatly on top. He knows that Suga will find it later and add it to the box he always carries around with him. It's meant to be a general kit to use for the team, but it doesn't miss Daichi's notice that he's the one who usually ends up needing it the most. From the painkillers, usually for when Daichi has a headache from dealing with the rest of the team, to the cough drops, used when Daichi spends too much time yelling at the team, to the tape, or even the odd packet of instant ramen that gets shoved in his face during exam weeks, Daichi can't help but secretly think of it as some sort of Daichi Care Kit, even if it's too embarrassing for him to actually mention it to Suga.

His favourite thing about all of it, though, isn't even the fact that Suga has come to carrying around a box of things that he can pull out whenever Daichi needs. It's the way he does it; the way he can look at Daichi and immediately know what's wrong, and what needs to be done to fix it.

It's the way that Suga walks over to him with a knowing look in his eyes, the way he always asks, but makes it sound like he's just confirming what he already knows is wrong. It's the way he reaches into his box and finds the right thing, pressing it into Daichi's hand with a gentle kiss to the forehead.

He knows that it's just a placebo effect, but every single time it happens, Daichi can't help but feel better from the moment Suga is there, content in the knowledge that someone cares about him enough to take care of him.

Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari; Kuroko no Basuke
no tags
word count: 524

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Shintarou faces the day with a certain level of trepidation.

Cancer ranking third today isn't such a bad thing, in the grand scheme of things. It could be lower and on any other day, Shintarou wouldn't mind at all. On any other day, he would be armed with his lucky item and it would cancel out any sort of misfortune that could possibly come his way.

Today, however, he's been forced to choose; he's had to decide whether he wants luck for himself, or if he wants luck for Kazunari.

Kazunari, who ranks one higher than him on the Oha Asa today, but that still means that he's second place. That isn't good enough. Not for today, when he was going to have his exam. Perhaps it would just make Kazunari laugh, the bright and amused way he always has of laughing at Shintarou, and perhaps he won't even take it with him at all.

Shintarou trusts him, though. It's not as novel and strange a feeling as it first was, when it developed back in high school. It's become more of a fact of life, now. He trusts that Kazunari will understand the importance of keeping his lucky item with him.

He trusts that it will be worth it, when he goes to work without his own.

It doesn't stop him from being wary every time something goes remotely wrong. In his line of work, there are far too many things that could go wrong, but Shintarou isn't here because of luck. He's here because he's good at what he does, and he reminds himself of that as he walks through the doors of the hospital. It doesn't matter if luck is against him; he has enough talent to push back against it.

He grits his teeth and reminds himself of it when the power goes out, at roughly half past four in the morning.

And again, when he's stuck in a broken elevator, during his first break at nine o'clock in the morning.

And again, when his stack of client files falls on him before he's about to do his visits.

The concept of luck is an unpleasant but inescapable one in a hospital, where everything comes down to the chance of a procedure being effective, the chance of survival, the chance of a full recovery. It's far too easy to get caught up in it here, but Shintarou refuses. Just as he trusts Kazunari to do his best at the interview, regardless of whether or not he has his lucky item, he knows that Kazunari trusts him to do well at his job too. He trusts himself to do the same.

He gets through the day, shaking off any misfortune that comes his way, finding his way through it, and goes home to Kazunari. He's certain that the interview went well, but it's something he's looking forward to hearing about from Kazunari himself.

Stepping through the door, he looks down at his shoes as he bites back his smile.

Regardless of how Cancer ranks on any given day, he knows that he's always lucky to have Kazunari to come home to.

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi; Kuroko no Basuke
no major tags, fade to black at the end
word count: 431

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Atsushi knows exactly what he's doing.

So perhaps he's a little offended by Tatsuya's suggestion to go to a cooking class. Perhaps he's a little determined to show Tatsuya that there are plenty of better date ideas that would be much more fun than taking a class, with other people. What kind of person would go to a class and have someone tell them what to do, for fun? Atsushi doesn't get it, and he's going to do everything in his power to make sure that Tatsuya doesn't bring it up again.

They're going to have the best cooking date ever, right in his apartment, with just the two of them. Atsushi isn't going to let anyone beat him. Definitely not some sort of class.

He's been dating Tatsuya for a while now, and knows exactly what he likes. Perhaps Tatsuya is good at finding ways to bend Atsushi to his will, but two can play at that. Atsushi knows that he's getting better at it. The whole thing feels almost like a game, and Atsushi is not going to lose.

He knows the way Tatsuya likes being reminded of their obvious difference in sizes. He knows that it's especially the case when they're pressed up against each other and so, Atsushi takes care not to miss a single chance. He stands behind Tatsuya, showing him the proper technique to chop, and then the proper way to stir. It's satisfying to feel the way Tatsuya stiffens against his back, and it's even more satisfying to see the look on his face with Atsushi's finger in his mouth.

It's tempting to just drop the game entirely and press Tatsuya's hips against the counter a little harder, but they're cooking food and Atsushi doesn't want to see any of it go to waste.

Besides this way, he gets to tease Tatsuya and end up with two desserts. He can't think of anything better in the entire world.

Still, he uses every opportunity he can to prompt Tatsuya to taste things from the tips of his finger, always a moment too slow to pull it away. Tatsuya doesn't complain once, his eyes a little glazed, his cheeks warm whenever Atsushi's fingers brush against them.

He's satisfied, by the end of it, that Tatsuya will never want to suggest that they go to a couple's cooking class again. With that taken care of, Atsushi turns his attention to their food once again.

And if he makes Tatsuya stay the night and presses his hips into the mattress instead, well, Atsushi is just thorough like that.

Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta; Yowamushi Pedal
blood, injury, hospitals
word count: 468

remix of

yrindor's fill here

When it happens, Aoyagi feels as if he's watching it in slow motion.

He knows it's not the case, afterwards. He knows that they were both going much too fast for him to do anything to stop it, but it doesn't feel that way at the time. He sees the exact moment Teshima's fingers tighten on his brakes and knows that it's just a fraction of a second too soon. Aoyagi knows that he needs to move out of the way, or else they're going to collide, but he can't. Not in time, and he sees the way his pedal drags across Teshima's leg. He doesn't see the blood that pours from it immediately, but that's because he's already past, already clamping down on his own brakes as he tries to regain his balance to stop and get off his bike.

Teshima is lying on the ground, bleeding, and Aoyagi's hands tremble as he runs over. The gash down Teshima's leg looks bad, and Aoyagi's own leg throbs in sympathy. He squeezes Teshima's hand before letting go, running to get help.

When he gets back to Teshima's side, with the others following close behind, he takes Teshima's hand again and doesn't let go this time.

He lets the paramedics lift Teshima into a stretcher, and then doesn't let go of his hand the entire way to the hospital. He wants to hold Teshima's hand as they push him through the hospital corridors, but he knows that he'll only get in the way of the doctors and nurses running around. He follows close behind, taking the seat beside Teshima's bed and squeezing his hand again. It hurts to see Teshima in pain like this, knowing that it's the fault of his own bike. He wishes he could take it away, but it's all he can do to stay by Teshima's side and at least that provides some comfort.

He's already thinking of the ways this is going to affect their practice, and he knows Teshima well enough to know that he's thinking about it too. They're so close to their next race, and Aoyagi can't practice these sorts of things alone, while Teshima heals.

He knows that Teshima is likely to come up with a different strategy, something else that they can at least try, and he's already prepared for the possibility of it not working.

Aoyagi decides that he doesn't mind. If Teshima can't ride in the next race, Aoyagi isn't going to race either.

He's there as the doctor stitches up Teshima's leg, and they look at each other with tears in their eyes.

Teshima comes home with him that night, and once the lights are off, Aoyagi lies on the futon beside him. They take each other's hands again, and Aoyagi doesn't let go until morning.

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 426

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Kuroo builds a home in him, brick by brick, and Kenma pretends not to notice. He doesn't make mention of it, when he doesn't really know if Kuroo is aware that he's doing it. He doesn't want to bring it up only for it to lead to an awkward conversation that he doesn't really know how to navigate.

It's a nice feeling, though. He thinks about it when he sees the way the tension leaves Kuroo's shoulders, the moment he steps over the threshold into Kenma's room. He feels it in the way Kuroo feels when he lies on Kenma's bed, pressed up against his side. They're both so comfortable with each other that they don't even need to speak when they're together and Kenma is grateful for it. As much as he doesn't particularly like to talk for the sake of talking, there are few people he feels comfortable enough with that he can sit in silence without feeling nervous about it. There are few people he would be able to maintain this amount of contact with. Kuroo's different like that, though. He always has been, and Kenma is certain of the fact that he always will be.

After all, if Kenma feels like home to Kuroo, he knows that the same is just as true.

Kuroo makes him feel safe. He makes Kenma feel comfortable and perhaps it's because they've spent a great deal of their lives together already, perhaps it's because they've grown together, and Kenma honestly doesn't really care about the reasoning behind it anyway. The only thing that matters is that he has Kuroo with him. It doesn't matter if they're in his bedroom in his family home, or the apartment they move into together after they both finish college. Kuroo is a constant in his life, and Kenma is glad to have him.

Actually building a home together is an interesting experience, when they're already so content with each other's presence. Kenma knows that it's nothing about the physical space that they live in that makes it home, but it's nice to have somewhere to come back to at the end of the day, knowing that Kuroo will be there too. It feels nice to fill their shared space with memories that they make together, with the life that they live together.

Whether it's the couch, or the kitchen, or their bed, Kenma knows that Kuroo is never too far out of reach, not even when they're both travelling for work.

It's a feeling that he'll never take for granted.

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
supernatural themes, mention of blood and injury
word count: 728

remix of

yrindor's fill here

No one likes the runt of the litter.

They're the last words he hears before the witch sends a curse at him, and Kenma doesn't have the time to get out of its way, or to do anything, really, before he feels his small body growing smaller. He watches as his hands and fingers turn into paws and the cry of horror that bubbles up in his throat comes out as a soft mewl.

He scampers out of the witch's house and into the unfamiliar streets outside, knowing that as dangerous as they might be, he's still safer out there. He wanders around, trying to get used to the world around him, and he finds himself at a house, far enough away from the witch that he feels safe to take a break and catch his breath.

A man finds him, and Kenma immediately bolts into the safety of the bushes, hiding there despite the gentle voice urging him to come out, that he's not going to get hurt. He stays there, trembling, until the man gives up, going back inside. Kenma's just about to venture out of the bush when the man comes outside again, putting food out in a bowl for him.

Kenma waits until he's gone again before eating. With everything else going on, he hadn't realised just how hungry he was getting. He's grateful to the man, and the next day, he finds himself coming back, wondering if he'll meet the man again. He does, and he's given another bowl of food.

It quickly becomes a routine. Eventually, Kenma stops being scared of him. The man pets him as he eats, and sometimes talks to him, and it's soothing. His name, Kenma learns, is Kuroo. He's kind and gentle, and always looks for Kenma every night, no matter the weather.

A month passes, then another, and Kenma finds himself getting attached to Kuroo. He wonders if he would be welcome, if he wanted to stay with Kuroo, though he doesn't know how to ask, as a cat.

Before he can figure it out, of the witch's birds find him. They're magpies, flapping after him and chasing him through the streets until he realises that he has no idea where he is. They peck and scratch at him, and he doesn't realise that he's running off a ledge until it's too late. He yowls in pain as he lands wrong, and he hears the mocking calls of the magpies as they fly away and leave him to die.

It takes him days to find his way back to Kuroo's house, staying under the cover of the bushes in case the magpies come for him again. That's where Kuroo finally finds him, picking him up as gently as possible and taking him inside, and then to a vet.

Kenma hasn't eaten for days, and he's beginning to realise that the curse was something more than just turning him into a cat; it's slowly draining him of energy, and he doesn't know how much he has left.

Kuroo takes him home, and Kenma is too weak to even appreciate the fact that this is the first time he's properly been inside. He lets Kuroo feed him, he lets Kuroo pet him as much as he wants, because it's clearly comforting to them both. It does nothing to help him regain his energy though and on the third day, Kenma feels too weak to even open his eyes, or move his head.

He hears Kuroo speaking to him, though the words feel distant and far away. He thinks he feels Kuroo's tears against his fur. He feels weightless, like he's floating, and Kenma wonders if this is the end.

Instead, he feels himself growing. His limbs stretch out into arms and legs that he hasn't used for a long time, and even though he's still small against Kuroo, he feels big.

Kuroo is confused as he wakes, and Kenma sits there nervously, watching him, until the pieces finally fall into place.

"You saved me," he says, speaking for the first time in far too long, wearing a shy smile.

He doesn't tell Kuroo that he doesn't just mean the injury. The curse has been broken, and Kenma can feel his strength returning to him.

Love, he thinks to himself. Love always has a funny way of doing that.

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
no tags
word count: 420

remix of

yrindor's fill here

Kuroo watches as Kenma pulls himself from the sky, detaching himself from the blanket of darkness one star at a time.

"I have to go," Kenma murmurs, his lips against Kuroo's, and it sounds like a gentle reminder and an apology, rolled into one. The warmth of his mouth lingers even as he pulls away, and Kuroo aches to pull him back in, to kiss him harder, to keep Kenma in his arms for just a little while longer.

He can't, though. Their place in the heavens has been hard earned, and they're here for a reason. Kenma disappears back down to the earth for a reason. They both have duties to uphold and lonely as Kuroo might be when Kenma is gone, he's comforted in the knowledge that he'll be back soon enough.

Besides, his view from up here is unrivalled by none. He might not be right by Kenma's side, but he can still see everything that happens. He can see the way Kenma saunters down to the surface of the earth, shifting forms with each step. He's no longer the giant cat that once hunted beside Kuroo. He's no longer the boy with feline traits that lives in the stars with Kuroo.

Down on earth, Kenma is nothing more than a cat. He's deceptively small, and he might look defenceless, but Kuroo knows better. Kuroo knows that as far as Kenma is concerned, appearances are deceiving. They always have been, and it's amusing to him, to watch the way his partner is constantly underestimated. He's clever, and he's powerful in his own right.

Kuroo's duty is to watch from the skies, but Kenma's is to guide people. If Kuroo is the beating heart, the distant echo of drums, the pounding of feet on the ground while hunting down prey, Kenma is the silent calculation that goes into all of it. He's the instinct, the careful consideration before every move. He's the brain, and he knows what he is doing.

In his cat form, he mewls to make his presence known, bathed in light as his chosen hero opens the door to him, unaware of the path that has been chosen for him.

Kuroo smiles to himself, and the sky beside him might feel empty, might leave astronomers scratching their heads for months, but he knows that it will all be worth the wait.

Kenma will be home soon, with a new hero, a new story, and he'll return to Kuroo's side once again. Where he always belongs.

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!
supernatural themes
word count: 480

remix of

yrindor's fill here

The defeat and deposition of demon king, Kuroo Tetsurou, is turned into such a grand spectacle that it's visible even from the heavens.

The angels don't celebrate a defeat such as this; they don't take pleasure in suffering, no matter whose it may be. There are murmurs of Oikawa Tooru, the new king, potentially more dangerous than the last. They need to bolster their defences. The demon king is free to wreak havoc in his own kingdom, but the chaos he brings is unwelcome here.

Kenma watches and listens, his expression impassive as it always is.

They need something more than what they already have. Kuroo, in his reign as demon king, rarely turned his eyes to the heavens. Oikawa is more ambitious, a little more chaotic, and undeniably stronger.

Nobody questions Kenma when he takes flight. They leave him to make his way into the shattered remains of what was once the demon king's throne room. The demons stay out of his way as well; they must assume that he is here to finish what Oikawa started.

Kenma supposes that he'll see about that.

He doesn't announce his presence, but the heat of his righteous flames gives him away all the same. He lets Kuroo watch him, lets him make his own conclusions. It's clear that he expects to die. Kenma looks over his broken body, and wonders if death would be a punishment, or a relief.

The choice isn't his to make, though. Not right now.

There's only one choice to be made at the moment and it isn't his to make. Kuroo, though defeated, is still powerful enough. He would make a good addition to their ranks. He would have information that could be vital to their victory.

For them, forgiveness isn't a virtue as much as it is a necessary skill for survival.

Kuroo is too proud for that, though. Kenma is unsurprised, and is equally unsurprised when Kuroo seems to think that the only alternative is death.

For someone who fought so hard against Oikawa, he's surprisingly willing to die.

Kenma doesn't give him the satisfaction. That's not what justice is here for and so he waits, his sword still outstretched. His arm is getting tired from holding it up for so long, but he doesn't let it show. As always, he doesn't let anything show.

Kuroo's expression, as a contrast, reads like a book.

Kenma can see the surprise written clearly on his face. The fascination. He sees the pain as it lances through Kuroo's body, as he extends his wing.

The name of Kuroo's weapon is harsh against Kenma's ears, grating and full of power. Kenma feels it as their flaming swords touch, feels the determination at Kuroo's very core.

It's a stretch to call the demon an ally just yet, Kenma thinks, but he's glad that he's found someone he can understand.

no major content warnings
original fill by nobetterpicture

decided to go for a samy double whammy by combining golden pair splitting with glinda and elphaba splitting

no major content warnings
original fill by aptly_poetic

i got a really strong sense of color from the fill, so

Edited 2016-08-10 18:27 (UTC)

alcohol, non-sexual underpants
original fill by underscored

honks

supernatural: werewolf
original fill by tripsh

Sawamura Daichi / Sugawara Koushi, Haikyuu
tags: implied character death, weird memory things
681 words
remix of

hakari's Persona 2 AU, permission gotten privately

--

Daichi remembers.

(Daichi doesn’t remember.)

(Daichi remembers a boy with a small smile that lights up his face like pale gold in the late afternoon light, the sweep of ashen hair that parts to show a beauty mark that sits high on his cheek. Which flower is supposed to say ‘If I had known what that meant at the time, I still would have pushed through’, Daichi thinks, but instead he pretends that he knows nothing about the way the light shines through Suga’s hair in the summer, at six, at sixteen, at the end of the world, at rest, or the way Suga grins cheekily with all of his teeth.)

“This one means ‘remember that day’,” Suga says, voice pleased as he gathers the white asters with hands that don’t tremble at all anymore, and Daichi pretends he doesn’t know about that, either.

Daichi almost asks if he can help him; but he doesn’t.

--

Fire is running up the walls, and Terushima has a knife at Suga’s throat, and then Terushima is gone and there are only the terrible screams that he leaves behind echoing against the walls of the yawning black pit that lies treacherous in the floor between them.

“It’s not your fault, Suga,” Daichi says, but his voice is rough, and he wishes he had something to occupy his hands so they would stop reaching for Suga, collapsed to his knees in horror. “He would have killed you, he would have killed all of us.” His words sound thin in the smoke that hangs heavy in the air; they need to leave, now.

“What have I done,” Suga whispers, and his hands tremble so much in this moment that the shivers run across his thin shoulders, too.

The flowering rubus crataegifolius is for ‘remorse’, Daichi thinks, but doesn’t say. Nemophila menziesii means ‘I forgive you’.

--

“Wait, how do you know my name,” Suga asks as he peers skeptically at the water below. There’s wind in his pale hair, lifting it off his forehead, and there’s nothing to hide his face from the bright light that floods through the windows and the door and the wide open sky that’s falling around them. They really need to get out of here faster.

“Uh, instinct,” Daichi replies, and he flushes even with the cold air biting into his skin.

“Yeah, right,” Suga says, hands shoving playfully at Daichi, but all Daichi can do is stare at where Suga’s sleeve cuff slides up to reveal the naked skin of his wrist. Daichi really wishes he had something to give back, and his fingers curl tight around the lighter that Suga had given him in thanks for saving their lives. The metal is warm, and Daichi knows that it will never cool to the touch; the fire burns in his hands, and in the back of his mind, and in the air of his lungs. “Who are you, Deja Vu-kun. I feel like I’ve met you before.”

Daichi remembers sunlight falling like gold around them as Suga smiles, and it might have been Suga’s smile was like gold too in that moment; but Daichi’s lungs are burning in his chest. He can't move, he can't breathe, he can't have this. So he pushes Suga out of the open door and into the open sky instead.

Daichi thinks he sees Suga flip him off as he falls to the safety of the water below.

--

“Someone once told me,” Daichi says as he watches Suga tie the stems carefully together, “that primroses are supposed to mean ‘hope’.”

It’s a beautiful day in Sumaru City, and the bakery ovens had been too stifling, too hot; Daichi had escaped from under his brother’s severe hand to wander down the street in search of a breath of fresh air. He’s been restless lately; there’s something about the city that hasn’t been sitting quite right with him.

“That someone would be right,” Suga smiles as he presses the bundled flowers into Daichi’s hands. Aster amellus; remembrance. Salvia splendens; I’m always thinking of you.

This time, Daichi accepts them.

body horror(extra mouths), animal features, nudity, and not intended as dubcon but it can't hurt to tag
just in case the surprised face is too. i don't know.
original fill by tsunderekita
Oikawa/Miyuki CoC AU

~~portal to the fuck dimension~~ link to image

kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, daiya no ace
no tags
439 words

Remix of

starrwinter's kuramiyu fill

Baseball was a choice, always a choice, and Miyuki. Well, Miyuki was an accident, Youichi will always tell himself.

(At least at first.)

See, the thing is, Youichi doesn't really know how to do anything without pouring all of himself into it. He can't take just one tiny step in, he's gotta jump headfirst into things. And he doesn't quit. Not ever.

Baseball has always been that for him. The thing he doesn't ever want to quit. The thing he's dove headfirst into since he was a kid. The thing he thinks makes him matter--that gives him a chance to be part of something bigger than himself, part of something and valued for his skill, his ability.

Then, then there's Miyuki, who's also similar in the respect that he's stubborn, dives into things, gives all of himself to baseball. He's a little more analytical about it, a little more careful than Youichi is, but he's still got an inherently similar approach.

And Miyuki's not one to give up either. Youichi's learned that about him pretty quickly. Whether that revelation manifests itself in Miyuki's early morning teasing in their classroom as they wait for school to start. Whether it's at night, long after practice is over and Miyuki's still working with the pitchers. Whether it's concealing an injury, fighting through it to play in the game of their lives.

Baseball may be the thing that introduced Youichi to Miyuki, the thing that made them part of each other's lives, but there's more than that. Once Miyuki's latched onto him, become a familiar and welcome part of his every day life, well, Youichi doesn't want to let him go. Somewhere along the line, he's opened up this space that Miyuki's wormed his way into. Or maybe it's the other way around... maybe Miyuki wormed himself in and Youichi welcomed the contact, can't give it up.

But now, now he can't imagine wanting anything but this, can't imagine anything but them, together like this.

Youichi can feel himself falling. Slower than he's used to--still headfirst, still with all of himself, but a lot more careful, this time. He wants to make it count, wants it to be right. For him. For Miyuki.

Well, Youichi isn't anything, if not consistent.

So this time, this time when he feels comfortable enough, close enough, open enough, he lets himself fall fully. He lets himself pull Miyuki closer, lets himself enjoy the press of their lips and the feel of Miyuki's hair beneath his fingertips.

He can't imagine anything but this, now that it's tight within his grasp, and he's never going to let this go.

kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, daiya no ace
no tags
482 words

Remix of

starrwinter's kuramiyu fill

Falling is terrifying. Letting himself go, letting himself have this is terrifying.

For Miyuki, it's easy, so much easier to put up a mask, put on a show rather than let anyone see anything but what he chooses to let them see. The mere idea of being so open with someone, so vulnerable and letting them see the real him? That scares him.

It's what often unintentionally drives him to continually push Kuramochi away. Every time they grow closer, every time they take one step, then another, and another, it's like inwardly, Miyuki's fear takes over, sees it as too much, and has to put up a defense.

It's caused a few fights and misunderstandings between them, but Kuramochi must be something of a masochist, Miyuki thinks one day--his thoughts tinged with bitter self-loathing at being like this, always being like this--because Kuramochi always comes back. They always find each other again, no matter what Miyuki does that would probably make anyone else run away and stay away.

Kuramochi, well, Kuramochi's always been different.

They fit together. They fit together well, oh so similar but levels of different; maybe opposites on the surface and to outsiders, but compliments to each other. And it's as if once they discovered this compatibility, this ability to slot together like puzzle pieces once they'd worn down these jagged edges and guards into something more smooth, more malleable, then the imprint of fitting together never quite disappears.

It's like they can never be pulled or pushed too far from each other, and will always end up back together in the end, stronger than before, closer than before.

And that doesn't always quell the worry Miyuki feels, the fear that eats away at him, taps at his heart in a constant reminder that things could change, things could get complicated, he could get hurt. It's difficult for him to ever fully let go of that feeling, to ignore it.

But Kuramochi's different, he reminds himself, not so much in words, but in actions.

See: Kuramochi nudging his shoulder on their walk back from practice, laughing brightly at something Miyuki said, a dumb joke, a stupid comment.

See: Kuramochi's careful eyes on Miyuki, concerned as he's always looking out for him, intervening when he needs to, keeping Miyuki steady when he needs that pull back to stability.

See: Kuramochi reaching for Miyuki's hand in an apology after they fight, squeezing it as an assurance that they're okay, they'll be okay.

It's things like these, small moments every day, that make Miyuki fall harder for Kuramochi, make him simultaneously more afraid of letting himself go, but also comfortable in knowing that it's Kuramochi he's doing this with, the one he's falling for.

And those moments allow Miyuki to push away the dark thoughts, the fears, and replace them with something better--light and happiness, Kuramochi at his side, here to stay.

No tags
Remix of

jinbeizaki's graphic fill and every time I do something related to that ep, I always try to get all meaningful with the purple being a mix of their colors.

isashiki jun/yuki tetsuya, daiya no ace
no tags
poetry, 28 lines

Remix of

starrwinter's tetsujun fill

with him, it's always been easy
to fall,
fall into this open-hearted familiarity,
touches and glances easily signifying it.

see, you've always felt this strong,
magnetic pull to him.
first as rivals, then as friends,
then as more than that.

you can't keep your eyes off him,
haven't been able to since the very beginning.
he draws you in.
always has, always will.

and it's easy,
better this way as you grow.
touches you wouldn't attempt with anyone else,
are welcome, soft and tender with him.

and when it becomes more than that,
when you can't keep this secret bottled up much longer,
it's quick and easy,
like falling into something you were always meant to.
like falling into step together,
constant circadian rhythm--natural and part of you both.

see, now that you have this,
you won't give it up.
now that you have more, have grown more,
you can take more, can give more.

and each other,
that's all you ever really need.

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!
no tags
poetry fill, 24 lines

Remix of

kiyala's "Iwaoi insomnia" fill here.

bleary, blurry

Bleary, blurry,
the edge of a curtain stained
in poor light: hues of midnight blues
and dull whites; they shift with every blink
of my eyes, so I reach out fingers
to make sure what I’m seeing
is real; is alright— but truth of the matter:
nothing is what it is
until I check the time.

Do you know?
It is as the clock strikes
three that I find myself
becoming a balloon; filled with hopes
and dreams— all especially for you,
and I tie myself up with ribbons
of reason, and troubles too; in the end,
I trickle a part of myself into a text, hint send,
breathe air and wait for you to reply
as you sometimes do.

(In the hours between
three and four, I close
my eyes, welcoming truths
like some fool, but maybe
that makes me happy too.)

no tags

a remix to

bingualien's super cute chrisawa fill. in this one, sawamura is trying to prove to his senpai that he can lift him.

i'm sorry if this is very off from the original prompt, i didn't look at it in purpose since it's supposed to be a remix of the fill right? i'm always up for cute chrisawa.

Ayase Eli/Toujou Nozomi, Love Live!
no tags, 581 words
Remix of

underscored's Peter Pan-esque fill.
*strums a guitar* Return to Neverland makes me cry

After Eli had lead Arisa back to her dormitory, something gnawed at her brain about what Arisa had said. She talked about fairies and distant adventures in a faraway place. An adventurous girl with her little pixie friend, mermaids, pirates, and more. They all sounded like a dream too good to be true. And yet, they sounded so familiar to Eli that she couldn’t just forget.

Eli walked back to her single room in the academy and tiptoed over to the big window on the back wall. She pushed the window open with both hands and looked out into the twinkling lights of the city. Her hands hovered over over the windowsill before she stopped short, curling her fingers and shaking her head. It had been too long since she had last seen Nozomi and she was no longer a teenager. There was no way—

“Shh!”

Eli turned around, blue eyes wide. She wasn’t imagining that, was she? It had to be—

Eli rushed to the window, leaning out over the roof and looking around for that familiar figure.

“Elicchi?”

Nozomi comes face to face with her, their noses just a short few inches apart, floating on thin air. Nozomi hadn’t changed a bit from the day she had whisked Eli and her roommate from their bedroom in the dead of the night for a wonderful adventure that Eli sometimes wondered if she had simply dreamed. And now that Nozomi was right in front of her, Eli knew for sure it wasn’t.

Nozomi leaned in closer to Eli and then leaned back, her lips pulled into an O-shape. It occurred to Eli, right then, that it had indeed been years since Nozomi had seen her. Although Nozomi hadn’t changed, Eli had grown a little taller and noticeably older. Nozomi’s gaze made Eli feel embarrassed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Nozomi,” she said, her voice much softer than she had intended.

Nozomi looked at her for a while longer and pressed her lips into a soft smile. “You’ve changed, Elicchi.”

Eli laughed. “Have I really?”

Nozomi hummed. “Just a little bit. Mostly this way,” Nozomi said, holding her hand level to the top of her head. Then Nozomi moved both of her hands to the sides of her chest. “And this way.”

Eli blushed bright red and crossed her arms over her chest. “I see you’re still as inappropriate as ever.”

“And you’re still a little uptight,” Nozomi said. “But you also still have your kind spirit and natural curiosity.” The gentle look in Nozomi’s eyes warms Eli’s heart. “You haven’t changed too much at all.”

Eli wasn’t quite sure how to reply to that, so she tore her gaze away for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Thank you,” she began, “for looking after my sister tonight.”

Nozomi tucked her hands behind her back. “Of course. Arisa-chan is so sweet and wonderful. She reminds me a lot of you.”

Eli opened her mouth to speak when she heard a knock on the door. She considered ignoring it to keep talking to Nozomi and didn’t turn, as if looking away would make Nozomi disappear. But Eli couldn’t in good conscience ignore her intruding visitor. Eli looked back and Nozomi and she seemed to understand even without Eli saying anything.

“Goodbye, Elicchi,” Nozomi said. “Let’s go on an adventure again some other time.”

Eli’s heart clenched in her chest, but she smiled nonetheless. “I’d love that.”

Edited 2016-08-11 20:23 (UTC)

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FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

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FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

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FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, E

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G