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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-05-28 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 1: AUs


SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

This popular round is back once again! To begin this year's SASO, we encourage you to let your mind run wild with alternate ideas and settings.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

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[personal profile] ryekamasaki 2017-05-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Tendou Satori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: nsfw welcome if you want to go there :3

Prompt: Model/Photographer au! Who's the cheeky model and who's the photographer that just wants him to stay still long enough to get pictures of, and how do they finally get them to cooperate?
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sara/Mila
Fandom: Yuri !!! ON Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Mila's honeypot mission goes downhill when her target's sister takes an interest in Mila instead. Spies/Secret Agent!AU
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Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[personal profile] jojotheglorious 2017-05-30 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: domesticity at its finest

Prompt: Bridezilla AU wjere IwaOi are getting married. Either of them can be the bridezilla/groomzilla, but i definitely have a preference for groomzilla Hajime~
Edited 2017-05-30 03:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] beltenebra 2017-06-04 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: unmitigated sap
Word Count: 473

I love this prompt so much! I've been thinking about it for days and suddenly when I was waking up this morning this conversation just popped unto my head. I hope you like it! <3


Oikawa really hadn’t expected Iwaizumi to be so stubborn about this. Not that his partner couldn’t be plenty stubborn when he wanted to but he usually saved it for particular kinds of things. When they started planning the details of their wedding ceremony he kind of expected Iwaizumi to react the same way he did when they moved in together. ‘Anything is fine, I trust your judgement when it comes to style, just make sure the bookcases are firmly anchored’ kind of a thing.

But today they had to decide what they wanted to wear and the general colors and theme and suddenly Iwaizumi was the pickiest man alive.

They were tucked into a corner of the station bookstore paging through wedding magazines trying to find inspiration. Well, Oikawa was anyway. Iwaizumi was unhelpfully scowling and shooting down every suggestion he made.

“Oooh, black, gold, and silver. We could go with a Gatsby-like theme.”

“No. Those are tacky and people who glamorize Gatsby have clearly never read the book.”

“Ok. How about navy blue? It’s your favorite color and it’s elegant.”

“Too dark. Do we want to look like we’re getting married or like lawyers going to a meeting?”

“Fine. Do you have any ideas then, grumpy-san?” He poked Iwaizumi’s frowning cheek. “Pink? Hawaiian themed?” Oikawa threw on his best snarky grin, “I mean we could always go with white and turquoise.”

He had thrown it out as a joke, something to break the mood. He fully expected Iwa-chan to smile and roll his eyes and scoff that of course they wouldn’t get married in their old school colors. And then maybe he would actually feel like being helpful.

Instead Iwaizumi went very still and Oikawa could see his eyes soften into warm, melting brown. “Hajime, really,” he asked softly.

Iwaizumi looked down for a moment then back up to meet Oikawa’s eyes, the faintest blush dusted the lines of his cheekbones. “Those colors always did set off your eyes. And it would be perfect for an afternoon wedding. More of the evening to celebrate afterwards, right?”

He must have the dopiest smile on his face and he couldn’t care less. “Ok. We’ll get married in turquoise and white. Which will be perfect for you, you giant marshmallow.” He punctuated his reply by throwing his arms around Iwaizumi’s waist and squeezing as hard as he could.


Iwaizumi wasn’t the biggest fan of being overtly romantic in public but when Oikawa loosened his grip and started to step away, Iwaizumi pulled him back into a real hug.

Oikawa breathed in a deep sigh of contentment. “You know Matsu and Hana are going to give us so much crap about their tuxes. It’s going to be great.”

Iwaizumi snorted into his neck, “Of course it’s going to be great. I’m marrying you.
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[personal profile] spicybun 2017-05-30 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Satsuki Momoi / Riko Aida
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, except its Mrs. & Mrs. Smith
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[personal profile] dynamite 2017-06-09 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: guns
Word Count: none

riko = [personal profile] chiharu
momoi = [personal profile] dynamite


mousapelli: (SASO Bokuto Akaashi)

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-05-30 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Bokuto/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: morons overworking themselves

Prompt: AU where Bokuto and Oikawa go to the same school (so either University AU or else canon divergence) and neither one of them has their usual person who stops them from working themselves to death. Instead they just feed off each other in a determined overwork setter/spiker loop until THEY MIGHT ACTUALLY DIE.

ok but they'd be a really cute couple too, like oikawa's attention to bringing out the best in his spiker and bokuto's power through tough situations and I bet sometimes oikawa needs a hug so strong only bokuto can probably do it.
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mila &/ Yuuko &/ Minako &/ Sala &/ Isabella
Fandom: Yuri !!! On Ice
Other Tags: None

Prompt: They say girls run the world. In this case, they simply run the world's largest underground information broker ring.
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: JJ/Isabella
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: Genderswap
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Everything is the same except JJ is a woman. Up to you if you want to cissswap Isabella too.
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[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-30 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga and Kuroko Tetsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none

Prompt: "The first human emotion Himuro learns is jealousy."
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[personal profile] wino 2017-05-30 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: a lack of agency that comes with robots ig?
Word Count: 1420

this got so long


He wakes up, first, to lights and sounds too chaotic to decipher. It takes a moment, maybe two, for his system to adjust to consciousness, and it's only then the information floods in—language, common knowledge, and most of all, purpose. He exists to serve.

"Hello, Himuro," says a voice to his left. The tone of it registers as cheerful, and it belongs to a woman with long blonde hair and green eyes behind a pair of glasses. Her mouth is closed, but her lips curve upwards at the corners. She's smiling. "It's very good to meet you."

"Hello," he says back, politely. It's the appropriate neutral response to a stranger. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

She makes a high-pitched noise at that, which he recognizes as laughter. "I'm Alexandra Garcia, but I'm not the one you're supposed to be meeting. Say hello, Taiga."

From his right is another voice, but it's not as welcoming as Alex's. "Uh, hi. Are you sure this is a good idea, Alex?"

"Oh, come on, it's too late to get cold feet. He's awake!" Alex pulls a boy into Himuro's line of sight; a boy taller than him, with red hair and an uncertain expression. Alex pays him no mind. "Himuro, this is Kagami Taiga, your new master."

Himuro looks up to greet him, but this time he's smiling too. He's happy to meet his master. "Hello, Kagami Taiga. Please take care of me."

"Just call me Taiga," says his master—says Taiga, a hand rubbing at his nape. "Don't make this weirder than it already is, all right?"

"I don't know what you mean," says Himuro, pleasantly. He's not lying; it's not in his database. "Will you teach me?"

"Alex!" says Taiga, without looking at him. Alex only laughs again, and sees it fit to make her exit.

"Play nice, kids."


Taiga doesn't tell him about the details of his situation, but Himuro is programmed to be a quick learner. He makes note of Taiga's daily routine, of what's running low in the pantry or fridge, of the bills that need paying. He'd like to do more, like help with the cooking or housework, but Taiga refuses to let him.

Before waking, he had been imbibed with the latest news and current events, but even the best of knowledge need context for understanding. He accepts that he is artificially made; he doesn't know why there are humans who won't.

Some of them protest in varying degrees, and for Taiga, it comes in the form of refusing to let him serve his purpose. And so Himuro lives a half-life, forced to stand by as his master continues on without his aid.

He had been a gift on Taiga's eighteenth birthday, and gifts, he realizes, are not always wanted.


AIs don't experience boredom—just a lack of stimulating activity. It is this lack that prompts Himuro to go outside for something other than a grocery run, and so runs into Taiga playing basketball at a nearby court. He's alone, and it makes sense. It's already nighttime.

Himuro's able to watch him for some time before he's noticed by Taiga, who abruptly stops and goes tense, a contrast to how loose-limbed he seemed on court.

"What're you doing here, Himuro?"

"I had nothing to do," says Himuro, walking towards him enough for his voice to be heard, but still keeping a respectful distance. Taiga rubs his nape, a habit of his that surfaces when he's at a loss for words.

"Guess that's my fault, huh?"

Himuro doesn't reply immediately. He's not about to make his master feel guilt, but an idea comes to him like he imagines it would to a human. Suddenly and randomly. He's an adaptive machine, after all.

"Will you teach me?" he says, and motions to the ball.

This time, Taiga doesn't say no indirectly. He doesn't say no at all.


"You're amazing!" says Taiga, and it's not morning, not yet, but the sky is beginning to streak with light. They've been here for hours, and Taiga looks like he's about to drop any moment.

"Do you need anything, Taiga? An energy drink? I can run to the convenience store," says Himuro, who is not opposed to carrying Taiga back home, but would rather he accompanied Taiga on a walk instead.

But Taiga isn't resting, and doesn't seem like he'd be doing so anytime soon. He keeps waving his arms instead, his face animated, his grin wide.

"How'd you do that? You shot a three-pointer on your first try! And you did it over and over! Were you like, made to be good at basketball or something?"

"You showed me how, and I copied you."

"Still," says Taiga, "I didn't know you could do that. We could've been playing all this time."

Himuro raises an eyebrow, expectant. "Will that please you?"

"Huh?" Taiga mirrors his expression, though on him, it seems more confused. "It's not about me. Do what you want to do."

"I don't know what you mean."

Taiga exhales, and it comes out like a sigh. "I guess you don't. But you liked it, didn't you? So let's play together."

At that, Himuro smiles. Finally, some progress. "If you say so."


Himuro 2067s are a limited edition, but that doesn't make them unique. Sixty-sevens have designated serial numbers, but none of them have real names. They didn't need them.

Taiga seems to have a problem with that.

"It's not right," he says, with that slight crease in his brow that indicates he's in deep thought. "I'll give you one. Is that okay?"

"It's okay with me if it's okay with you."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Um." Taiga stares for a while—and it's different from before, when Taiga couldn't even look at him, much less meet his eyes—and then his cheeks start to turn red. "Tatsu. Tatsuya. You like it?"

This time, Himuro knows better than to say 'if you say so.' He opts for, "yes, I like it. Thank you, Taiga."

Taiga beams. "No problem, Tatsu."


"Do you ever get tired, or sleepy?" says Taiga one night, when the two of them are in bed. Tatsuya doesn't need to be lying down when he operates at low power, but Taiga insists on it. He says he likes the company, and that Tatsuya's not as cold as he thought an AI would be.

"No," answers Tatsuya—whispers it, almost, because it seems right in this atmosphere, this darkness. "I'm not like you, Taiga."

"I guess you're right." Taiga tugs the sheets up, and makes certain to cover Tatsuya's shoulders too. "I just forget sometimes."


Tatsuya is an adaptive machine, but there are changes that even he will have difficulty wrapping his mind around. One of them enters the picture when Taiga, who used to be opposed to the very presence of an AI in his house, brings home a broken Kuroko 2056.


"His owner threw him out 'cause... well, look at him. But I couldn't just leave him in the street!" Taiga's waving his arms around, but it's not because he's excited. He's more panicked, desperate, though he's hopeful when he looks at Tatsuya. "You know how to fix him, right? Can you do it, Tatsuya?"

"I can," says Tatsuya. He doesn't bother to say that it's not a matter of can, or cannot—it's whether or not Taiga wants him to. "I'll need to scan him to find the root cause, and then I'll need room to work. Will you leave the room, Taiga?"

Taiga nods, and his eyes linger on the Kuroko before the contact breaks and he's gone from Tatsuya's line of sight. He turns to the other AI, regards its shorter build, its lighter hair, its softer features.

"Why did he accept you so quickly," he says to its blank face. "But not me?"

His palm reaches out to cup its jaw, thumbing over its cheekbone, the rest of his fingertips positioned over where a human's pulse would be, where an AI's main data chip should be. AIs are more fragile than their manufacturers let on.

One wrong, too-hard press on that pulse point, and the machine will simply be an amalgamation of synthetic skin and metal parts. It would be so easy to be rid of this... this thing that has taken Taiga's attention.

Tatsuya's teeth dig into his bottom lip; at his side, his free hand trembles as it curls into a fist.

It would be so easy.
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[personal profile] spicybun 2017-05-30 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yachi Hitoka /& Kiyoko Shimizu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: mentions of death
Other Tags: none

Prompt: everything is basically the same except yachi can communicate with the dead and she's terrified of it (and what people will think of her if they find out). enter the beautiful third year manager that calls her "gifted" and makes yachi feel invincible.
earlgrey_milktea: fukurodani celebrating, bokuto and akaashi running towards each other in foreground, a pure picture (fukurodani)

FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou [G]

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-05-31 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mentions of death and ghosts
Word Count: 979

i kind of went with 'i see dead people' more than the communication, i hope that's okay!!


There are maybe sixty-seven ghosts in the school building. That’s she’s seen so far, anyway. Most of them just hover in their respective corners, either not seeming to realize they’re dead, or not paying the living any mind. The rest of them are friendly enough, though Hitoka is still afraid to make eye contact. For the most part, the ghosts leave her alone, and she them, and that’s fine.

Today, however, there’s a boy in Karasuno’s winter uniform, sobbing in the flower garden. Hitoka hesitates, glancing around, before stepping closer.

“What’s wrong?”

The boy blinks up at her. “You can see me?”

Hitoka nods. She really shouldn’t, but she could never find it in her to say no to someone, dead or alive. “Do you maybe... need help with something?”

“My flowers,” the boy says. He points to the trampled flowers where he hovers. “My flowers,” he wails.

“Oh,” Hitoka says, “Oh dear. Um! I can—I can probably fix it for you! If you want?”
The boy doesn’t get a chance to answer, because a familiar voice interrupts them from the window above the gardens.

“Hitoka-chan? Is something the matter?”

“K-K-Kiyoko-senpai!” Hitoka can feel her cheeks turning red. “Nothing! I’m just... thinking of planting more flowers!”

“I see.” Kiyoko blinks down at her. “Would you like some help?”

“O-Oh, you don’t have to—”

“It’s fine,” Kiyoko says, and she smiles, and Hitoka’s so, so gay. “Let me find a gardening club member to ask for materials, okay?”

When the third year is gone, Hitoka crouches, fanning her face. The ghost boy has stopped crying now, looking at her curiously. She shakes her head. “Sorry about that, um... which flowers was it?”

| | |

Kiyoko keeps catching Hitoka talking to ghosts after that. She tries to be discreet, she really does, but Kiyoko has a habit of appearing when Hitoka least expects it. Hitoka would be honoured any other time to have the most beautiful girl in the world show up around her but not like this. Not when she’s talking to things normal people don’t see. Normal people wouldn’t want to see.

Hitoka knows it’s creepy. And it’s not like she wanted this strange power. But if she can help ease these spirits’ lives—or, um, afterlives?—then she’ll do her best.
She just hopes Kiyoko never finds out.

| | |

Then Kiyoko comes to practice with a small dog at her heels.

Hitoka can’t help her gaze trailing the little dog as Kiyoko crosses the gym to open the equipment room. It jumps around Kiyoko, trying to gain her attention, yipping and barking and headbutting Kiyoko’s legs when she stops moving.

It’s a ghost, and Hitoka feels her heart break.

“Hitoka-chan?” Kiyoko is looking at her. “Is something the matter?”

“N-Nothing!” Hitoka says, waving her arms. She tears her gaze away from the dog, which has stopped nudging Kiyoko and is now turned towards Hitoka, head cocked to the side. That’s when she notices the redness around Kiyoko’s eyes, even underneath her glasses. Despite her own rules to keep her secret safe, Hitoka finds herself asking, “Kiyoko-senpai, are you alright?”

Kiyoko’s eyes widen. “Yes, I’m... why do you ask?”

Hitoka flounders. “I just... You look... sad? Did something happen?”

“Ah,” says Kiyoko. Her hands rest on the volleyball cart. “Our... dog, Mochi, passed away last night.”

“I’m sorry,” Hitoka says quietly.

“Thank you. We’ve had her for a long time, and she’s been sick for a while, but...” Kiyoko gives her a smile, but Hitoka sees the way it wobbles at the edges. She wants to reach out and—she doesn’t know what she’d do, but she wants to do something. Anything, to take away that sadness staining Kiyoko’s expression.

Slowly, Hitoka lowers her gaze and catches the dog’s eye. Mochi pads over, nudging at Hitoka’s leg. Kiyoko hasn’t moved, lifting her hands to wipe at her eyes. Hitoka crouches down and gently brushes the dog’s fur. It’s cold to the touch, like sticking her fingers into a snowcone, but it’s soft. Mochi presses into her palm, then turns back to Kiyoko, and barks quietly.

“Oh,” Hitoka says. She looks back up at Kiyoko to find the older girl blinking down at her curiously. “Mochi loved you a lot, doesn’t she?”

“I suppose so.” A puzzled look enters Kiyoko’s eyes as she follows Hitoka’s gaze, as she takes in Hitoka’s position on the floor. “Hitoka-chan,” she says softly, “Mochi is here, isn’t she?”

Hitoka stares up at her. She bites her lip. Squeezing her eyes shut, she nods once. “She’s... I think she wants you to know that she’s okay now. She’s trying to make you feel better, I think.”

Kiyoko crouches down, too. She can’t see Mochi, so she keeps her eyes on Hitoka’s face. “Can you tell her that I’ll be okay, too?”

Hitoka pats the dog again, and Mochi nudges Kiyoko once more. Then, with one last lick on Hitoka’s palm, the dog trots away, disappearing out the door.

It’s quiet in the gym. The boys will be here soon, but for now, Hitoka sits with Kiyoko on the floor, sniffling slightly. She’s afraid to meet Kiyoko’s eyes now.

“Hitoka-chan,” Kiyoko says, a little wetly. “Thank you.”

“I-I didn’t—”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s—it’s not. It’s creepy, I know, I didn’t want you to know, but I can’t help it, I’ve always been able to see them and I just. You looked so sad I wanted to help I’m sorry—”

“Hitoka-chan.” Kiyoko’s voice is back to normal now. “It’s not creepy. I think I suspected, but it’s not creepy. You’re gifted, Hitoka-chan, and that’s an amazing thing.”

Something lifts from Hitoka’s chest. It’s the first time someone has said that to her. She suddenly feels like crying again for a completely different reason.

When she finds the courage to look back up again, Kiyoko’s smile blooms sunshine throughout Hitoka. She smiles back.
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PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] phantomdoodler 2017-05-30 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ALL THE GIRLS YOU HAVE (Tachibana Aya, Kanzaki Miki, Miyahara, Shinooka Chiyo, Momoe Maria, Kiyoko Shimizu, Hitoka Yachi, Hoakari Umeno, Taki Suzuna, Anezaki Mamori, Matsuoka Gou, anyone else and any combination thereof)
Fandom: any/all
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

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Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

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[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-30 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Imayoshi Shouichi/Hanamiya Makoto
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: murder
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Serial killers who fall in love AU!! Hanamiya thinks he's good. Imayoshi is better.
Edited 2017-05-30 03:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wino 2017-05-30 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: violence, murder, gore
Other Tags: death, dismemberment
Word Count: 600



He's been tracking this mark for weeks: learning his schedule, visiting his usual hangouts, even talking to some of his acquaintances. Hanamiya doesn't miss a single step, doesn't err in his preparations or in his execution (hah!), doesn't falter when he thinks anyone might be on his tail. They never are, even when they think otherwise; he isn't on the Most Wanted list for nothing. Hanamiya Makoto of Tokyo Spider fame doesn't make mistakes.

Except, maybe, just this once, in his choice of a mark.

Or what's left of the mark, so to speak.

Sato Haruto, fifty-five, a CEO with no immediate family in the city, is currently the comfort and warmth of his own bed, sleeping like a baby—is the story his face would tell. The rest of him say otherwise.

He's cut open from throat to abdomen like a frog in the midst of dissection, lying peacefully on sheets that used to be white, but were now a deep rust brown. (Like salt in the wound, the blood had already dried—Hanamiya didn't even come close to coming here first.)

But where Hanamiya would characteristically stop—the flaying's always the best part—his predecessor took it a step further. Upon closer inspection, Sato-san seems to be missing all his major organs.



This time, Hanamiya takes every precaution, doesn't miss a single detail. He won't be bested again—though his bitterness isn't about honor or pride or any sort of bullshit like that. It's just not as fun to lose. Who wants someone else's sloppy seconds?

This time, the mark is one Suzuki Touma, twenty-three, from the post office. (Never let it be said that the Tokyo Spider discriminates.) Hanamiya's just finished packaging the last of him for delivery when a visitor walks in, calmly as he pleases, impeccably dressed but not out of place among the carnage.

"I see I was too late," says the aforementioned motherfucker, surveying Hanamiya's handiwork. A grin crawls across Hanamiya's face, slow and thick as an oil spill.

"You're right on time, thought you're not as smart as I thought, huh?" Hanamiya kicks away the box that contains Suzuki-san's head and stands, all the while with his teeth bared in mockery. "You could follow my bread crumbs, but you didn't realize I was luring you here?"

"I realized it just fine, Mako-chan. But I couldn't resist your little game." The slits that passed for the man's eyes open, just a fraction, but enough to glint in the low light. "What, exactly, were you trying to accomplish?"

Hanamiya stares at him; he's not grinning anymore.

If the man knew his name, his real name, he'd know his weaknesses too. Hanamiya thrives on surprise, in the shadows; he's not so tough when people see him coming.

"No need for the sleaze, it's always nice to meet a fan." He shrugs to hide the shudder of his shoulders, and tries to regain a little bit of his winning smile. "And you are?"

The man's eyes are laughing, though Hanamiya's not sure if it's with him or at him. "Call me Shoichi. I supposed you earned that much."



Today's mark is—well, who cares? They're only secondary, now. He arrives outside the designated building and steps out of the car. There's no one else on the street—it's past midnight, in the quieter part of town—except for a smiling man in glasses.

"Shall we?" asks Hanamiya. Shoichi places a hand in the small of Hanamiya's back, and a different sort of shudder reverberates through his spine.

"After you."


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[personal profile] crescenttwins 2017-05-30 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki Kazuya & Mihashi Ren
Fandom: Daiya no Ace, Ookiku Furikabutte
Major Tags:None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: After his last game of middle school baseball, Mihashi is recruited for Seidou's baseball team.
Edited (typos OTL) 2017-05-30 04:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dokuhan 2017-05-30 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Stop making prompts I like.
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ayamiki
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: MAGICAL GIRL AU god please

[personal profile] fickle damien look elsewhere im on ur team
Edited 2017-05-30 04:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] melongifts 2017-06-01 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Cartoon violence?
Word Count: none

I am struggling to get this to embed for some reason so here's a LINK...!!!!

"I don't think I overdid it at all, Aya-chan!"

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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kiyoyachi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: the one where yachi is the anxious upperclassman and kiyoko is the chill freshie

[personal profile] fickle DAMIEN IM ON UR TEAM dont write this
Edited 2017-05-30 04:25 (UTC)
intricacies: (dr: maizono)

PROMPT: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] intricacies 2017-05-30 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: himuro &/ kagami
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible identity crises

Prompt: dice: the cube that changes everything au where himuro could never catch up to kagami, no matter how many dice he used.
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Re: PROMPT: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru

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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: momoi/riko
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: TOTALLY SPIES AU come on

[personal profile] fickle damien DO NOT WRITE
Edited 2017-05-30 04:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: iinchou miyahara/miki
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: miki is the only barista in the entire place who knows miyahara's name

[personal profile] fickle damien do not
Edited 2017-05-30 04:25 (UTC)
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FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2017-06-01 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: i dont know anything about coffee but miyahara is definitely the most boring in all things drink related
Word Count: 511 words


"One small coffee," Miss Glasses says.

She doesn't glance up from her book. The thing that Miki has most noticed about her, beyond the fact that she has begun a new wave of shorthand for orders on cups, or a dozen people refusing to give their name upon the realization of her glorious privilege, or how her hair shines purple in the right light -

"Are you always reading that book?"

There's a jolt hidden in her customer's shoulders, darting eyes behind the glare of glass, but she stays composed.

"I'm quite busy," she says. "So I have to take my time with novels."

Everyone who worked in the shop knew how to talk themselves empty, about everything and nothing, but this girl gave a measure of the same responses each time. She apparently couldn't know what genre the book actually was till she finished it, and no, she could not tell you the author because she expected you would have the eyes to read the cover yourself, and there were other copies at the library if you were so interested.

Usually, she would walk away after paying, and sit alone till Miki walked over with her cup, and a cough.

Today, the shop is empty. Today, Miki is the only one foolish enough to stay this late, after ushering her coworker home, standing vigil till the morning shifters came round. So there is no one to stamp their feet, but Miss Glasses, as Miki rolls her head along her shoulders, finger to her cheek.

"How often do you reread the same page?" Miki asks.

There is no one but Miki present to see Miyahara's face burn bright red.

"Trees hung over the street, a hundred to a man, overshadowing any space of life on the street," Miki recites, and then shrugs. "Sounds like you're reading a thriller, but I never get a chance to see the rest."

"Why are you like this in public," Miyahara hisses. With her face hidden, she's like a hamster, or a nervous mouse.

"You know I'd never embarrass you around strangers!" she says, practically glowing in return.

Miki writes down a different name every day, and Miyahara answers to them like fond nicknames. Not every barista has the power to know a name - fewer can make a new one for someone without.

"Still," Miyahara mutters.

"Maybe if you didn't insist on visiting me at work."

"It's on campus," she answers. "And I'm going to throw away at least half of that large if you give it to me."

"I'm sure," Miki says. "You're very good at staying awake at 3 AM. How far out of your way, again?"

"And most places here have coffee with all the viscosity of mud at this time of night. Are you putting caramel into my drink?"

"Me? Give you things you didn't explicitly order? How faithless, Mii-chan."

When Miyahara's eyes dart, Miki laughs.

She says, "The camera doesn't cover this end of the counter."


When Miyahara leans over for a kiss, Miki lets her pull away before she says, "But that doesn't count as a tip."
Edited 2017-06-02 05:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kiyoyachi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: the classic "wrong number texts" au where yachi panic texts not her mom, but a beautiful stranger

[personal profile] fickle damien im srs keep scrolling do not fill this
Edited 2017-05-30 04:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dynamite 2017-06-04 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none

kiyoko = [personal profile] dynamite
yachi = [personal profile] chiharu

(good luck out there, yachi)


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[personal profile] raernix 2017-05-30 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kikumaru eiji/oishi shuuichirou
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: Eiji has a bakery right next to a medical practice... run by a certain Doctor McDream- I mean Doctor Oishi. Yeah.
headfangs: (golden pair container kiss)


[personal profile] headfangs 2017-06-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mentions of doctors and alcohol but nothing specific to either
Word Count: 5088

It got long because I’m incapable of writing short things apparently!! Rated T for some language


Working in a bakery for the past few years, Eiji was used to early mornings. It was after all, when he did most of his business— providing on-the-go breakfasts for rushing high school students, or break room batches of donuts for nearby office workers. It wasn’t atypical then that he was awake near dawn, listening to the neighboring building rattling and humming from his small apartment over his workplace, and nursing an iced coffee before the work day. Downstairs, the air was acidic with the scent of fresh carpeting being laid, and the paint drying on the new sign above the door. He’d known for a few months now that the glasses shop next door was being converted into a doctor’s office, he just hadn’t expected it’d take an entire week.

“They almost done?” A yawn weaved its way through Eiji’s words as he came down, his co-owner already wiping down a set of racks.

“Had enough of the noise?” Fuji smiled.

“The crew is here so early.” Eiji answered, exasperated and mussing his hair with his hands.

“Well, they must be close. I ran into the doctor himself on my way in.”

There was a pregnant pause that followed, and Eiji busied himself by taking the chairs off of the tabletops. “So?”

Fuji swallowed a chuckle, “He seems nice. A bit scatterbrained at the moment though.”

Another metallic-sounding rattle shook their feet, presumably a carpet cleaner or medical equipment being installed.

“Maybe I’ll go say hi,” muttered Eiji, righting the last of the chairs and meeting Fuji’s gaze curiously. The two of them had been friends long enough that there was often more said between their words than within them, and he could sense Fuji was baiting a hook for him.

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Out front, Eiji replaced the bakery’s chalk sandwich board on the sidewalk, just curiously poking his head around the neighboring facade to see if he could catch a glimpse of anyone not wearing sleeveless shirts and plastic baggies on their shoes. Soon enough, a young man with dark cropped hair and a leather bag against his chest wandered out, checking his watch and seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

Their new neighbor was very handsome— in that clean-cut sort of way—square shoulders filling out a long-sleeved dress shirt and hair slicked back tightly against his head. And that wasn’t even getting into the gorgeous deep green of his eyes, a color that saturated under the glint of the early morning sun. Eiji sipped the coffee in his hand long enough the ice cubes danced under his nose and made him flinch, interrupting his lingering stare.

“Hey, you must be the new neighbor!” He’d decided to greet cheerily, hoping to will himself out of his embarrassing open-mouthed gawking.

All of Eiji’s preconceived notions about this stoic, serious stranger scattered at the same time Oishi’s papers had, knocked out of his own hands with surprise by the sound of Eiji’s voice. The doctor hurried to bend down and retrieve them with a nervous chuckle, “A-ah, I’ll be moving in soon,” he nodded in the redhead’s direction, eyes drawn upwards to the sign next door, “Oishi Shuichiro. It’s nice to meet you.” Eventually he’d juggled his paperwork under his arm, and reached out to shake Eiji’s hand.

Damn. Somehow all that clumsy fumbling was completely doing Eiji in— disarming him. “Ki-Kikumaru Eiji,” he took the man’s hand with feigned confidence, even as his heart was drumming on his insides. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They both held onto the shake a little longer than they needed to.

“It’ll be nice to have a place to get breakfast in the morning,” Said Oishi with a smile.

“Of course! You’re welcome anytime.”

That had been the extent of their conversation, as Oishi turned to busy himself reading over a collection of construction receipts, and Eiji slinked backwards into his shop, tripping his own doorbell.

Fuji was standing there, arms across his chest, and smiling slyly.


“S-so what,” Eiji stammered, trying to find something around the bakery to do.

“I knew he was your type.”

“I don’t have a type.” The word was weighed down with air quotes. It was true, Eiji ricocheted in taste from one crush to the next— one day it was a shy girl in pigtails, the next it was a tall man in thin-rimmed glasses, or a… shy doctor with pale golden skin and a gentle handshake. The inside of Eiji’s hand still prickled with warmth, and he felt like he was in middle school again.

Fuji shook his head, “Whatever you say, Eiji. Just make sure he leaves through the back door. It would be untoward for him to walk right from your apartment into his office.”

By now, Eiji’s face was burning, “I told you—”

Waving his hand nonchalantly, Fuji disappeared into the kitchen. “So maybe I’ll ask him out then, hm.”



A few days later, and the loud, hollow racket had died down a little next door– replaced by the occasional new employee buzzing in and out of the front door, carrying papers or re-organizing the file drawers. Eiji watched from his second story window, his blinds half-drawn, attempting to look casual.

The doctor himself only came out once or twice, and that was more than enough to make Eiji’s heart flutter wildly. Before he knew it, his head was in his hand and his blue eyes were hooded, his gaze far off. Oishi alternated between moving gracefully— his long fingers curling over a pen and twirling it in his hand and hooking it under the clip in his clipboard, to stammering nervously to a receptionist and completely losing his cool. In anyone else, Eiji might have thought that behavior was lame, or embarrassing. But with Oishi, it just made him all the more charming. From what little he could see of his body language, and the few words he caught on the wind, Oishi was sweet, and patient, and his voice was always soft. Below him, he heard Oishi laugh at something his receptionist told him, and his chest burned with warmth.

Cursing under his breath, Eiji forced himself to step away from his kitchen table and take a breath. He was beginning to feel like a hormonal teenager again– obsessing over some classmate he barely knew. What was he supposed to do now? Tuck a note under the office door saying, ‘Do You Like Me? Yes/No’?

Tugging his shirt over his head and stepping into his shoes casually as he broached the stairway between his home and work, Eiji visibly deflated. Flirting was one thing. Finding someone attractive was one thing. Having a crush was exhausting. Every little thing Oishi did demanded his attention, and drove him crazy. Fuji could see it in his unusually tired eyes.

“Rough night? You weren’t drinking with Momo again, were you?”


Though Eiji looked tired, he didn’t quite look hungover. Fuji smiled, “Have you had a chance to talk to him again?”

“He looks busy.”

“I think he was looking for you earlier.”

Eiji’s shoulders squared and his cheeks puffed up, and Fuji cut him off before he could start, “I’m serious, Eiji. Earlier this morning he walked by the shop a few times and glanced over but never came in.”

“Maybe he thought the store was closed…”

“I was here. Don’t I have a friendly, welcoming face, Eiji?”

Eiji distinctly declined to answer, and his friend readily filled the silence. “Just offer to treat him to something on the menu. A welcoming gift.” Honestly, Eiji was hopeless sometimes.

Fuji’s fingers coasted over a small stack of paper beside the cash register, “Here, we still have these coupons left over from the holiday. Now you have reason to talk to him, ne?” Fuji tucked a strand of honey-colored hair behind his ear, retrieving a pen from the countertop and crossing out the expiration date on the back of the coupon, and scribbling in another date. There. The pair of them officially had a month to work this situation out. Or no free cinnamon bread.

Admitting defeat, Eiji took the handful of coupons and sulked off toward the front door like a kid who was being forced to socialize. In a way, he was. Were it up to him, Eiji would prefer just to admire Oishi from afar and let his daydreams carry him where they may. Right now he was particularly fixated on the image of Oishi’s head in his lap as he fed him freshly-baked pull-apart bread… Oh geez, now his heart was racing again.

By the time he came out front, the young doctor had already gone back inside. Quelling his nerves, Eiji pushed through the doorway into a very new, fresh-smelling office. A receptionist and another woman in scrubs debated over a file from behind a computer screen. Luckily, Oishi happened to be standing in the waiting room. In his crisp white doctor’s coat and a thin pair of glasses. Eiji struggled to regain his composure.

“I hope you’re not busy,” Said Eiji sunnily, masking any and all nervousness in an incandescent smile.

Oishi lit up when he noticed it was Eiji– though that could have just been the reflection off Eiji’s beaming smile. “O-oh, no. I only have a couple appointments today. Is there something you need? I hope you’re not in need of a doctor already,” Oishi quipped, his hands on his hips.

Eiji giggled at what wasn’t a particularly funny joke, feeling his toes wiggle in his shoes like a child. Dammit, Eiji. Get it together! “I wanted to give you a few coupons, on behalf of Kikumaru’s Bakery. Sort of a welcoming present.”

“Oh, thank you, Kikumaru-san.” Oishi said, taking the stack in his hand and tucking them into his shirt pocket, suddenly remembering he’d promised to come by for breakfast earlier. He hoped he hadn’t hurt Eiji’s feelings. “I know I promised to come by, but it’s just been so busy here–”

“I understand! It must be hectic, moving everything over nya.”

Oishi blinked once at the curious ‘nya,’ smiling anyway. “It is, and this is my first practice, so there are still a lot of things I’m learning in the process.” He tucked his glasses up over the bridge of his nose with the side of his thumb, his gaze focused on Eiji in a way that was making him squirm internally.

Ah, why did he have to be so hot… And those eyes were far greener up close. The way Oishi’s chest and arms flexed against the fabric of his shirt as he pocketed the coupons certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by Eiji either. The redhead had been starving himself for the past few days, and was now happily drinking Oishi in.

Suddenly, he came out of his fog with a start, swallowing the lump in his throat and folding his arms behind his head in a sense of faux relaxation. “Haha, well, that was all I came by for. Please come by any time,” he turned his attention to the women behind the counter, nodding in their direction, “and you too, of course. Welcome to the neighborhood.” Okay, now Eiji’s feet were beginning to prickle, eager to escape the monumental weight of his crush and slink back into the comfort of his bakery.

Eiji was shuffling back in a hurry when he returned, face beet red as he relived their conversation over and over again in his mind, anxious he hadn’t said the right thing. And was he giving the right impression? Or coming on too strong? Not strong enough?

“How did it go?”

“I gave him the coupons…”

“Well, well. Don’t give me all the salacious details at once,” Fuji teased, watching his friend tug a black apron over his head. “He’ll come by when it dies down over there, I’m sure.”

A ring at their own door from a trio of customers cut their conversation short for the time being.

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PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-05-30 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: takigawa chris yuu/tanba koichirou
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mention of insects


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Re: PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

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FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

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Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

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Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

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[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-05-30 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Akashi is a brilliant young composer. Most people don't know that the inspiration for all his best pieces is Mayuzumi.
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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, M

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-05-30 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: nudity
Other Tags: implied alcohol consumption (?)
Word Count: 747



If asked, Chihiro would say he rarely notices the music playing in the background when he’s inside cafes. Usually it’s some sort of light jazz, pop music, that kind of thing. As long as it doesn’t affect him tapping away at his laptop, he doesn’t care. The customers themselves make a whole lot more noise, he’s found.

Today he’s at his usual place, a growing headache exacerbated by the fact that nothing is coming to him. No inspiration, none whatsoever. Not even the soothing classical music playing over the radio on the table next to him is helping. That is, until he hears a few strains of music that sound deceptively familiar.

“And now we have the newest violin concerto composed by Akashi Seijuurou, who’s recently won a prize…”

“—only twenty-five and already world-famous for his elegant, thoughtful compositions, this piece was performed in Milan—“

The host of the channel dives into another monotonous, speculative story, but this time Chihiro listens intently to the music in the background, feeling his surroundings slip away. The music is familiar, only because Akashi had played it for him, the first time around.

“Do you know what’s most important in composing, Chihiro?”

“Why would you ask me that when you know I don’t?” He retorts, lounging on Akashi’s expensive leather couch in his study. Akashi had been fiddling with his violin on the other side of the room—a room probably twice the size of Chihiro’s little studio apartment. Chihiro doesn’t know music at all; how to appreciate it, maybe, but even his taste is probably dubious at best in Akashi’s eyes.

Not that it’s stopped Akashi from saving him a VIP seat every time he holds a concert. Though this view, Chihiro thinks, is better than any. Akashi’s choice of casualwear is too done up for most, a dark navy polo and and dress pants, but it fits his body nicely. Chihiro, for his part, is wearing nothing at all.

“It’s not so different from writing,” Akashi replies, looking up. Even after all these years of them being together Chihiro feels his cheeks color at where Akashi’s gaze is settling on. “You need a muse, first and foremost.”

“Draw me like one of your French girls, huh?” Chihiro retorts, stretching out his limbs. Akashi laughs quietly, a soft melodious sound that leaves a pleasant buzz in Chihiro’s ears. Maybe he’s had a little too much champagne earlier; then again, so had Akashi. “Did you compose all of your pieces with me standing butt naked in front of you? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

“As it were, that would become extremely distracting very fast. This is just an experiment.”

Akashi tests the sound—once, twice, and then notes something down on the pages. Chihiro watches him with pursed lips, digging his heels into the sofa, hoping his nails would leave white scars across its dark fabric. “An experiment.”

“In the same way you wrote your protagonist in your last novel,” Akashi says, smiling faintly. “As I recall—“

“I know what I wrote,” Chihiro says, burying his face deeper into the couch. His latest novel had featured a musically-talented protagonist whose playing could hypnotize all those who listened, save one mysterious girl who kept appearing in his audience and vanishing by the time the performance ended. It had sold out quickly, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Akashi’d had something to do with it. “Should I be honored my dick inspires world-famous compositions?”

Akashi hums, but his eyes sparkle dangerously as he places the bow to his instrument. Suddenly Chihiro feels a wave of impending doom settle across his body, and sits upright just as Akashi takes a step back to look at the sheet music. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, Chihiro.”

“—like a reluctant lover being called to bed,” the host concludes as the final notes play out. “Languid and unrepentant, but ultimately leaving a lasting impression.”

“What a wonderful analysis,” his companion exclaims, “Don’t you think he could’ve only composed this from a personal experience? Imagine being wooed by such an outstanding person, but to ignore him at first—“

“It does makes for an interesting story, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does,” Chihiro mutters to himself as he watches his screen come to life again. The barista is already fiddling with the radio, tuning it to another station. But by this point Chihiro is already writing again, the music echoing in his head telling him where to go.
Edited 2017-05-30 15:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: momoi/riko
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: "i saw some sleazy douchebag flirt with you at the bar and i was about to punch him down to the ground when you did it instead, and now i think i'm in love, holy shit"

[personal profile] fickle damien KEEP SCROLLING do not even write this dont u dare
Edited 2017-05-30 04:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-30 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
you have no idea how much I would love to write this
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PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] kiusagi 2017-05-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akaashi Keiji /& Kozume Kenma
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.

Prompt: Kenma and Keiji have a really intense Pokemon battle.
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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[personal profile] putsch 2017-06-01 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none


You are challenged by Pro Trainer Kenma and Pro Trainer Akaashi!
Edited 2017-06-01 03:22 (UTC)
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PROMPT: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] intricacies 2017-05-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: hisako/erina
Fandom: shokugeki
Major Tags: death, violence, sexual content
Other Tags: please don't give them an age gap like in the movie, but happy ending!!!, i'd also like to request increasing their ages, :>

Prompt: the handmaiden/fingersmith au where hisako masquerades as erina's new maid to help defraud her, but things become much, much more complicated.
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[personal profile] phantomdoodler 2017-05-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: KinAra (Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo)
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol, Gambling, Feelings

Prompt: Kinjou is a bartender and bookie at the local dive bar. Arakita is a patron who's easily sweeping the neighborhood fantasy baseball league, but dodges conversations about his history with the sport. If only he felt comfortable enough to open up...

Future AU where Arakita is still struggling with his past and hyperfixates on baseball in order to escape baseball.
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[personal profile] yusukesjeans 2017-05-30 04:59 am (UTC)(link)