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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!)

  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
  • Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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

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  • 400px by 400px (art)
  • 14 lines (poetry)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ayamiki or miyahara/miki or idk even ayamiyamiki run wild and free, people
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: bozoku au. bonus points if miki is the sukeban, natch

[personal profile] fickle damien look elsewhere for points im still on ur team
Edited 2017-05-30 04:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] crescenttwins 2017-05-30 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Kiyoko is the knight that accompanies the sheltered Princess Yachi on her journey to learn more about the world.
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[personal profile] gogoshiki 2017-05-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None



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[personal profile] raernix 2017-05-30 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Echizen Ryoma/Tezuka Kunimitsu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: age gap

Prompt: AU where Tezuka is a starship captain who unfortunately developed feelings for the new ensign that came aboard.

***Rodimus star if: the ensign is the admiral's son...*****

Edited 2017-05-30 04:34 (UTC)
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PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2017-05-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major tags: None
Other tags: None

Prompt: Artist AU

Wherein Hakogaku copyrights the blackest pigment of paint in the world and Teshima will not stand for Manami stealing his pink paint against copyright.

Especially not after having to see the pictures of Manami in a pool of it.
Edited 2017-05-30 04:34 (UTC)
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Re: PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[personal profile] yusukesjeans 2017-05-30 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
/GOD/ WOULD YOU BELIEVE I WAS LITERALLY JUST ABOUT TO POST THIS EXACT SAME SCENARIO? But my first thought was ImaTe. Manami is definitely better. Teshima the defender of the pinkest pink. slow claps
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ryoma &/ seigaku, really
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: some gender and sex swapping
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: au where everythign is the same but ryoma is born a girl. bonus points if she's kicked off a tennis court for brawling.

[personal profile] fickle DAMIEN LOOK ELSEWHERE this is a team tenipuri prompt
Edited 2017-05-30 04:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dokuhan 2017-05-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mito Ikumi/Yukihira Souma/Tadakoro Megumi
Fandom: Shokugeki no Souma
Major Tags: Drugs, Violence, Sexual Content
Other Tags: Girls being badass, Souma sitting there and looking pretty

Prompt: Savages AU only it doesn't suck. Ikumi (a former solider) and Megumi (a world class botanist and MBA) are popular marijuana suppliers with a notorious reputation and lots of enemies. Souma is their boytoy.
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[personal profile] peterpandemic 2017-05-30 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Riko is a diver and meets mermaid!Momoi on a dive one day.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-31 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: implied death
Word Count: 473 words

I thought this was going to be cute and fluffy. I was wrong.


The cold water clung to her body as she swiftly stroked through the waters. Her insulating wetsuit kept off the worst of the chill but down here, it was cold enough that she could feel it like a physical force through her dive suit, a pressure that matched the depth pressure.

Reflexively, she checked her oxygen levels. Still good. Solo diving was risky enough that none of the others practiced it but Riko liked the peace and quiet that came only from swimming through the ocean alone.

A shoal of brilliant blue fish, streaked with silver, separated to swim around her. Their peaceful gait made it clear there was no danger in the waters as far as they were concerned and Riko relaxed a little further.

A pale glow caught her eye and she swam towards it, curious to see what biolumiscent fish it might be. It was coming from around a rock, only the fish’s tail visible.

The tail was large and shaped somewhat like a dolphin’s, a surprising shade of pale, peachy pink that made Riko think of the pink dolphins in the Amazon. They were freshwater dolphins, though, and wouldn’t be found at these depths in the ocean.

She kicked her legs, heading around the rock and paused.

Nitrogen narcosis. She had to be suffering from it. She must’ve been overconfident to venture this far down, and her happiness had to have been euphoria, and now she was hallucinating because there was no such thing as mermaids!

The mermaid-hallucination opened her eyes and kicked away from the rock she’d been draped over, apparently slumbering. She swam closer to Riko who resisted the temptation to jerk away. Riko couldn’t afford to waste oxygen like that.

She had to think of where the stages were and the fastest, safest way to get up without suffering decompression sickness.

Small knuckles knocked against the visor of her mask and a moment later, the mermaid’s eyes peered at her. They were the same pink as her hair and tail but pink from edge to edge without any white to her eyes. When she opened her mouth, her teeth were sharp triangles.

This time, Riko couldn’t help but recoil.

The mermaid’s brow furrowed, her lower lip poking out as she pulled at the helmet, apparently displeased by how it kept her from touching Riko’s face. Unlike mermaids in popular fiction, this one was completely flat (part of Riko’s mind said that made sense because fish didn’t nurse, another part said her hallucination wasn’t allowed to be more stacked than her, a third part wondered why she was even checking out the breasts of a hallucination) and when her tail wrapped around Riko’s legs, it felt like a boa constrictor’s crushing hold.

This wasn’t a hallucination, Riko realized at the exact moment that her helmet came off.
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Midorima/Takao
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Takao goes to the doctor for a mild medical issue and meets his really hot doctor.
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[personal profile] wino 2017-05-30 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 698


It would be funny if it wasn't so ironic.

He's a nurse, which sets him up for the best medical accommodations; he's literally surrounded by professionals and is a professional himself, so his body has no right, getting sick like this. He takes care of sick people, so they aren't supposed to be the ones chastising him to go see a doctor. What kind of world is it coming to, with everyone conspiring to send him off to an appointment he doesn't need? Much less to someone new, someone who hasn't been established enough in the hospital for Takao to have met him already.

'He has the shortest waitlist,' one of his (evil) fellow colleagues said, which is just the stunning recommendation. 'And you need to get that checked out as soon as possible.'

So here he was, on his day off, still stuck in his workplace instead of doing other things. Fun things, like actually seeing the outside of these sterile white halls. As much as he loves his job, the atmosphere gets to a guy, even one as happy-go-lucky as him.

He's starting to think it's not worth the trouble when his turn finally comes, the secretary ushering him in. "Midorima-sensei will see you now."

His first thought upon seeing Midorima is to laugh out loud, which, thankfully, he's able to rein in. Green hair, seriously? With a name like that?

His second thought—in response to that jawline, that height, those eyelashes—is much more alarming, and very, very inappropriate.

And then Midorima speaks in a voice both deep and serious ("good afternoon, what can I help you with?") and Takao's thoughts spiral right down to hell.


The reason Midorima isn't well-known yet is because he'd just transferred from Teikou Medical Center, not from any failing on his part, but, according the rumor mill, because of some bad blood with the other staff. It's really none of Takao's business, but he's curious anyway.

It's why he's back in Midorima's waiting room only three days after his last visit. (No, he didn't take three days to come up with an excuse, what are you talking about?)

For the gossip, yeah, even if Midorima doesn't seem like the gossiping type. Takao will worm it out of him eventually. He's good at that.

"Midorima-sensei will see you now."

Well, Takao smirks to himself. Don't mind if he does.


It's during his fifth visit that he suspects Midorima's secretary is either getting really fond of him, or getting really, really testy. She's smiling as she leads him in ("Midorima-sensei will see you now, again") and maybe it's a little forced at the corners; he's usually quick on the uptake with that sort of stuff, but the door's already halfway open and inside he sees that Midorima isn't wearing his white coat and—gasp—his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

Takao's mouth dries up like an crusty used cotton ball. He's an upright, law-abiding citizen; what did he do to deserve this?


"I refuse to see you anymore in my office," says Midorima when Takao returns for the sixth time. It nearly wipes the smile off Takao's face, but he's not that easy to rattle.

"Don't be like that, doc, you're breaking my heart—"

"And you're wasting my time. I can't consider myself a proper doctor if I can't treat a common dehydration headache, which leads me to believe you're here for other reasons."

Damn, he's out for blood. Takao opens his mouth to speak—to deny it, to salvage his dignity—but Midorima isn't finished.

"I will meet you on Friday, at 7 o'clock, at the hospital entrance. That's when your shift ends, correct?"


"The restaurant will require semi-formal attire. Do not be late."


"It's time for my next patient."


Midorima all but pushes him out the door, which is right when the implications of the exchange slowly dawn on him. In my office, Midorima had said. Stressed it, even.

The smile that had been fighting to stay on Takao's lips lingers, then stretches until it's almost painful.

He never took the doc for a smooth talker.
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[personal profile] raernix 2017-05-30 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu/ Zaizen Naoyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None/Can be NSFW if you want?
Other Tags:Xeno probably

Prompt: Option 3 Transformers AU where Chris is the Human Because I am like this and stuff.
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FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[personal profile] blueminuet 2017-06-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Sexual content (xeno sex with mentions of human genitalia)
Other Tags: xeno, robots, Transformers AU, Sparkplay (if you know what I mean), does it count as “unsafe sex” if you’re not sure if your sexy bits might burn your lover but you go for it anyway?
Word Count: 1415

Here’s your fragging Option 3.


It's over here because I honestly have no earthly idea if this is SFW.
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PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-05-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yagami Riku & Yagami Tomoe, Yagami Riku&/Fujiwara Takeru
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, supernatural elements

Prompt: AU where Tomoe sells his soul to become better at Stride. What happens when Riku sees him for the first time after he returns to Japan?
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-31 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Mental/emotional manipulation
Other Tags: so much creepy wrong, implied incest if you read it that way
Word Count: 412 words

You make the best, most delicious fills.


His brother has always been a stranger to him but he comes back to Japan even stranger still. He doesn’t eat when anyone is looking, taking bowls of food up to his room and washing them late in the night so the family comes down to gleaming clean bowls drying in the dish rack. He washes too often and for too long but he only ever uses cold water. He goes out running but his clothes never smell of sweat when he comes back. He doesn’t like salt in his food anymore.

His brother has always been quiet but he comes back to Japan effectively mute. He doesn’t speak to Riku, even when Riku asks him a direct question. He tilts his head and listens. He shrugs, he shakes his head but he doesn’t speak. He watches Riku instead, black eyes trained on him unflinchingly as if he’s the goal at the end of a Stride match.

It creeps Riku enough that he stops sleeping at home. Takeru takes him in, lets Riku sleep on his sofa and then in his bed. Takeru doesn’t talk much either but he does talk and when he listens, it’s distracted and human. Tomoe listens like a black hole, like he’s eating Riku’s words, like every word Riku speaks is being stripped from his head and he’ll never be able to say it again.

Takeru is reassuringly flawed and awkward. He has no sense of personal space. He’ll wake Riku up in the middle of the night and inform him point blank that he wants to fuck but not too hard because it made him feel weird running the morning after last time.

He stays with Takeru until he hears that his parents have died and then he has to go home for the funeral. He has to stand besides Tomoe at the gravesite. Horror holds him too tightly to let him cry.

Tomoe doesn’t cry either.

After the funeral, a lawyer approaches Riku to say that Tomoe is Riku’s legal guardian and he wants Riku to come home. He’s sold the house and rented them an apartment, one close to Kakyoin High where Riku will be transferred to next semester. There are two bedrooms and Riku can have his new friends over whenever he likes.

Riku never invites anyone over.

Eventually, he breaks up with Takeru.

Tomoe sold his soul for the sake of Stride but full possession of his brother is a nice bonus.
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Midorima/Takao
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Bc Yamada James Takeshi is the best Takao ever

Prompt: Seven Days! AU
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[personal profile] wino 2017-06-05 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 702


"So this is it, huh?" Takao's tone is light and airy, and nothing on his face or in his body language betrays otherwise. There's a smile in his eyes and his arms are crossed behind his head, exactly the sort of person one would expect to pump his fists in the air and laugh when the roller coaster drops. Gravity isn't so terrible, he'd reason, because there are so few things as transparent about letting you down. No matter how high the starting point, the ground is always the finish line, and knowing all this cushions the fall.

Dating Midorima Shintarou for a week is not so different. Takao had asked him out on a whim, curious about the boy no one's been able to claim for longer than seven days. He's a looker, that's obvious, all broad shoulders and thick lashes and long fingers perpetually wrapped in bandages, but his charm point ends there. He's blunt to the point of rudeness, uptight about almost everything, and obsessed with the horoscope to a ridiculous degree. That's how he screens his suitors, and by the sheer wonders of his birth date, Takao had passed the test.

("You're a Scorpio. That's sufficient.")

Takao's pretty sure not everyone who courted Midorima actually wanted to date him, and he's also pretty sure Midorima knows. Still, it must suck to get rejected, especially by someone whose standards are reliant on zodiac signs and not much else. Even if that someone has all sorts of selfish requests and whose idea of a date involves getting pedaled around on a rickshaw hunting for the day's lucky item.

But it hadn't been all bad. Midorima insisted on paying for all their excursions, and once grew very concerned about Takao's wellbeing when his sign was listed last on Oha Asa's forecast. And he'd let Takao meet his little sister, who'd called Takao 'onii-san' and let him carry her around on his back, bouncing and shrieking in delight, as Midorima stood off to the side and became very preoccupied with pushing his glasses up his nose.

And the time he'd put on a private piano concerto in front of Takao in the music room, trying to play unfamiliar songs according to Takao's nonsensical humming until Takao started to laugh.

("You're toying with me."

"I'm not, honest! You're just so—")

Then, at a loss for words, Takao had leaned over, causing the piano to make an awful noise when he mistakenly leaned on the keys, and kissed Midorima right on his puzzled mouth.

Yeah. That happened.

And now it was coming to an end. Takao's time is up and all Midorima says to his question is, "yes, it is."

That's it, then. The ride's over and it's time to go home. With a nod and a wave, Takao starts to move in that direction, until—

"Unless you don't want it to be."

Takao glances over his shoulder and would've blinked at the hope reflected in Midorima's eyes, if he hadn't also heard it in his voice. They're standing a few feet apart and Takao is nearly overcome with the urge to close that gap, but he's got a couple of things to clear up first.

"Was that a confession?"

"I won't repeat it," says Midorima with a huff. There's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and it contrasts so horribly with his hair that Takao starts to laugh in his face again.

Midorima's eyes flash at him accusingly. "You are toying with me."

Takao doesn't bother with a rebuttal or an excuse. He bridges the distance between them like he'd wanted to, tugging at Midorima's collar to kiss him, again.

"You like me, Shin-chan," he says, with Midorima's face trapped between his hands. Midorima has nowhere else to look, and that softens him somehow. This time, he's the one pressing his lips to Takao's, and Takao hopes this has nothing to do with Cancers or Scorpios and everything to do with Midorima no longer being afraid to be claimed for longer than seven days.

"I do," says Midorima, blunt as he'd always been but no longer so scathing. Even with his eyes closed, Takao feels him smile. "I do like you."
Edited 2017-06-06 06:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chiharu 2017-05-30 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Midorima/Takao
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: "Why go to war with Prince Midorima when you can marry him instead? That's a much easier compromise." Royalty!AU
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PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-05-30 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Manami Sangaku/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: character death
Other Tags: supernatural elements

Prompt: What if Manami did die from his illness, but due to unfinished business, he couldn't pass on?
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-31 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Death
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 423 words


One day, when Toudou was practicing his routes up into the mountain, he saw a boy. Boys in the mountain weren’t unusual but boys alone, especially this one? The boy looked about seven, a skinny, sickly-seeming thing dressed in white hospital clothes with the dull, flat hair of someone whose body was too exhausted to care about extremities.

There was absolutely no reason he should be up in the mountains, especially alone, so Toudou slowed his bike to a stop near him.

“Hello,” he said, voice gentle and cheerful so as not to scare the child. “I’m Toudou Jinpachi. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know,” the boy said, looking around. His fingers plucked nervously at the hem of his top, thin spindly things with bruised-look nails.

“Should we look for them? Maybe if you try yelling, we can find them.” Toudou’s already considering if the child is strong enough to ride on the back of his bike. If he’s in hospital clothing, maybe getting him to a hospital should take priority over finding his parents.

“I don’t think so…” The boy’s voice trailed off as he looked at Toudou properly. “I don’t know how I got here.”

“What’s the last thing you do remember?” Now Toudou had to work to keep the alarm out of his voice. Had the boy been in an ambulance that had been in a crash?

“I couldn’t breathe. I was in the hospital bed and I couldn’t breathe.” A sudden smile split the boy’s face, bright and abrupt. “It hurt.”

“...” He had to be smiling because he’d remembered something, right? The soft hairs on Toudou’s arms prickled and he made a note he’d need to shave them later. Ignoring his moment of unease, he asked, “What hospital were you at?”

“Kanagawa Children's Medical Center.” The answer came promptly but another frown followed it. “I’d been there for an awfully long time…”

Kanagawa was around 70 kilometers from the mountain. Toudou swallowed, only now noticing that the leaves on the trees were fluttering in the breeze but the boy’s hair was still.

Oh no. Oh no. He’d heard the rumors about the mountain being haunted but he’d never believed them!

“I’ll see if I can find your parents for you,” he said, working hard to keep his voice from quivering. “Just -- wait here.”

He pedalled off, though hopefully not quickly enough to alert the ghost he had no intention of returning.

From behind him, he heard the boy call out, “Hurry back! I’m lonely!”

Toudou pedalled even faster.
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PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-05-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou&/Mizuki Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke & Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: After his plans to make a Nationals-winning tennis team fail, Mizuki switches to basketball in high school and tries again. Then he finds himself playing against Akashi.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-31 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Dubcon, mind control, sexual content.
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 501 words

I’d be ashamed of how much fun I had writing this but. Definitely one of my favorite things to write, thanks tons for prompting it!


He’d gathered the data so carefully! Mizuki bared his teeth at the wall in a silent snarl, fisting his hands in his shirt and yanking at the fabric out of pure frustration. He’d trained his team, he’d come up with specific strategies to counter Rakuzen and then--

“I told you at the start,” Akashi said and Mizuki spun to face him. The light spilling out from the corridor silhouetted him against the locker room’s darkness, the frame of the doorway that Akashi was standing in acting like an actual frame. It gave him the eerie look of being a figure in a painting, a ruler of old captured in oils at the moment of his crowning glory, and his words only enhanced that impression. “I am absolute.”

Mizuki forced himself to straighten up, determined to keep his dignity even with drying sweat clinging to his body and his hair a mess from the game.

“Nobody wins every time,” he said, pressing his palms against his thighs and feeling his pulse throb through his own body. “You too, Akashi. One day you’ll fail.”

He met Akashi’s gaze defiantly, straightening his shoulders to use every inch of height he had over Akashi.

Akashi’s eyes narrowed and Mizuki felt himself falling forwards, gravity tilting as the lockers pushed him away.

“The only ones who are allowed to look me in the eye are those who serve me.” The sound of Akashi’s sneakers against the tile was muted, nothing but Akashi’s eyes and voice registering to Mizuki’s senses.

Akashi had said something similar before the match, Mizuki’s mind supplied. Next he should say that Mizuki was not allowed to look down at him and Mizuki should know his place.

Akashi defied his data again.

“So serve me.”

A thumb pressed into the hinge of his jaw, opening his mouth and fingers traced around the curve of his lips before sliding into his mouth. Mizuki told his teeth to snap together, told his mouth to bite, but instead his tongue curved around Akashi’s fingers and he sucked, sweet and slow.

“On your knees before me is where you belong.” Akashi’s voice sounded exactly the same, not even slightly affected by having Mizuki fellating his fingers. Some part of Mizuki (the part that was still Mizuki, that raged against this, that demanded how dare he) felt oddly insulted by that.

If Akashi was going to force Mizuki to submit to him, he should at least enjoy it.

The fingers pulled out of his mouth and wiped against his cheeks, leaving a sticky wet streak that soon cooled.

Instinctively, Mizuki tilted his head further back, parting his lips and waiting for the slide of Akashi’s cock over his tongue.

What he got was a hard slap to his cheek.

He tumbled sideways, hitting the floor and staring up at Akashi.

“No,” Akashi said, almost thoughtfully. “You don’t deserve that.”

His smile was terrible and cruel; his smile was everything Mizuki had ever aspired to be.


Edited 2017-05-31 14:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: arakita yasutomo / kinjou shingo, or arakita yasutomo / fukutomi juichi ... or all three of them
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: college au! or, just apartment mundane au tbh

Prompt: from here.

"Get this satanic fucking couch out of my home. It's free and has made multiple sexual advances on me at times. There is a spring poking out the one end through the fabric and it will give you dirty looks when you are alone with it. Dry clean only, house broken. Email for mission briefing."

[personal profile] fickle damien do not fill this
Edited 2017-05-30 05:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] jaegervega 2017-05-31 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
also first fukuara I've seen for now and bless you

Fill: Team Eyeshield 21

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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oisuga
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: :')

Prompt: from here.


You left your 36 value pack of condoms and your organic multi grain whole wheat bread at my Farmers Market table this past Saturday. You included the receipt for the condoms, which both shocked and delighted me. I really had no idea condoms were this expensive. Shocked because, although these look like really good ones, they set you back almost 40 bucks! Delighted because if no one claims them, I'm exchanging them for 4 tubes of Maybeline Great Lash Mascaras (a true classic) and some sunscreen.

I didn't see you, nor did any of my employees, but I imagine you to be optimistic yet cautious, health conscious yet carb loving. Maybe a long distance runner? Would make sense in the stamina department as well. Or maybe you are in a band?

I asked around, but no one was admitting anything to me. I learned that people don't appreciate being asked if they misplaced their condoms and really I was just trying to help (and bust your balls, but only a tiny bit.) I just feel like if I ever spent 40 bucks on condoms (NEVR) and 6 bucks on a loaf of bread (always) and then LOST them while buying a 7 dollar juice, I'd be so mad.

So let me know if these are yours. I'll bring them this weekend to the market."

[personal profile] fickle yep u guessed it damien this is not for u
Edited 2017-05-30 05:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] horchata 2017-05-30 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
as an employee of a farmers' market, I can't believe this hasn't happened to me in real life yet
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PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-05-30 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fuji Shuusuke & Fuji Yuuta, Fuji Shuusuke&/Tezuka Kunimitsu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: character death, violence
Other Tags: angst

Prompt: Spy/secret agent AU. Tezuka is Fuji's handler. He gives Fuji a mission to take out a new enemy operative, but when Fuji looks at the briefing, he realizes his target is none other than his brother.
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Re: PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
u n b e l i e v a b l e
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Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[personal profile] jojotheglorious 2017-05-30 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou /& Yaku Morisuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Character Death, blood, possible gore
Other Tags: Time Loops!

Prompt: Kagerou Days AU - japanese - english

They just can't seem to keep each other alive!
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Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[personal profile] kuriicurry 2017-05-30 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
w o a h calm d own (i'll be back, friend)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kinara
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: swearing, inappropriate sexual behavior, possible zoophilia
Other Tags: honesly it doesn't have to be literal, this one, but if it were that'd be even funnier

Prompt: from here.

Stop fucking snakes.

I would like whoever is coming into this neighborhood, going into people's backyards (including my own), taking the garden snakes, and sticking their schlongs into their mouths to stop. I wish to inform you that my dog is a robot and is trained to shoot bees out of its mouth on command, and will fire at you when it sees you fucking snakes. I am also trained in seven types of warfare, including underwater and outer space warfare. I am indestructible. Come at me, snake fucker.

[personal profile] fickle damien im still on ur team don't fill this one
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: bokuaka, bokuakakuroo
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: from here.


We need an artist to depict the following: an owl skeleton with a parrot on its shoulder. The parrot is not a skeleton and is very colorful. The parrot has a peg leg, with a pirate hat on. The owl has an eye patch and a gold chain necklace with a skull on the pendant of said necklace. The skull in the pendant has an eye patch on the opposite eye of the owl (long story there don't ask). The owl skeleton also has on a wizard's hat with that typical wizard hat wrinkle. The owl is standing on a cowboy hat from a whale's spout. This all is within a snow globe. That santa is holding with his only good hand because his other hand is a hook. Mrs. Clause is pulling on Mr. Clause's coat with one of those dinosaur mouth grabbers that all 80's children know.

If you can draw this we will pay you and give you a prize.

[personal profile] fickle damien look someplace else for points
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: furuya &/ haruichi &/ eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: bonus points if the smart person is ryou-san, tbh

Prompt: from here.


We need a smart or more person to help un with our Company.

[personal profile] fickle damien don't
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PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-05-30 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Makishima Yuusuke&/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: supernatural elements

Prompt: A mountain god and a spider monster meet.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-05-31 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Blood, gore, cannibalism, spiders, sort of sexual content, noncon, oviposition, noncon pregnancy...
Other Tags: no death but you’d probably wish there was. Poor Toudou
Word Count: 419 words

Don’t read this unless you have a strong stomach and no fear of monsters. I kinda creeped myself out rereading it.


Eight legs skitter-scattered over the rocks, befouling the clean waterfall with webbing that caught the fish in midfall so they died in the air and their reeking, rotting corpses fell in pieces into the water, carried downstream.

Eight legs tore apart the graceful deer and the sweet-voice birds, leaving the corpses to litter the forest. No more deer to eat the vegetation meant more shadows for the newcomer to hide in/hunt from. No more birds to trill warnings meant the newcomer would be less likely to be detected during its fearsome hunts.

Eight legs climbed the steps of the mountain shrine and dragged the cold carcasses of the priests behind it. Red trails of blood made pathways for predators, telling them that here was meat, here was food. Here was a shrine for them to defecate in, here was a place that had belonged to the humans and was now theirs.

Eight legs wound webs from which the priests’ bones hung, flecked with just enough meat and tendon to make the flies swarm. They clanked together, lacking in melody, ugly windchimes that served as a warning to any humans who might seek to venture there:

Your priests are dead and your god too. A greater power has taken this land.

Eight legs wound around the mountain god, plucking at his tendons to thrum the sweet song of agony. His cries echoed in the mountain cave, filled with webbing as soft as a baby’s trust, and were drunk down eagerly.

Eight legs held him close, piercing through his sacred flesh as venomous fangs pumped their toxic loads into his divine body. Where the poison went, the flesh grew soft and sloppy, easy for the monster to slurp up like overcooked soup so the white bone peeked out in vulnerable flashes. By tomorrow, the flesh would have regrown and the feast would be renewed.

Eight legs caressed him, the soft furry limbs penetrating into the mountain god in a very human way, tapping at his stomach from the inside until the flesh tore and the god screamed anew. He would make a worthy vessel once he was stronger. The eggs inside him would grow and burst open, then the babies would feed on his flesh before they emerged. God-fed, divinely nourished, they would be monsters that their father would gladly consume to add to his own strength.

Some gods required worship. Others required sacrifice - and when none were given, they would take and make their own.
Edited 2017-05-31 14:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-05-30 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: toumaki, or manami/teshima
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none.
Other Tags: none.

Prompt: from here.

Dear Sir or Madam who stole my bicycle wheel,
I have a proposal.

For several days after you stole my 26” rear wheel from my mountain bike, you caused me a dilemma. All I could think of were two options.

1) Buy a new rear wheel – This hardly seemed worthwhile because my bike only cost $25 from Goodwill when I got it and a new back wheel/tire will cost two to three times that much.
2) Buy a used wheel from the flea market – We all know this is where stolen wheels go to find new homes. (In fact, I have searched here for my wheel to no avail.) While this option is cheap ($10), it would feel like I am benefiting from someone else’s misfortune. (Probably because I would be benefiting from someone else’s misfortune).

But then I had a brilliant idea.

Rather than buying a new wheel or a used wheel stolen from someone else, why don’t you sell me back my own wheel. I can pay you the $10 you would have made and then I can save the time and stress of finding a new wheel. If it makes a difference, I could even pay you in alcohol or whatever drug habit you were trying to feed.

We can even meet on the same corner where you took my wheel and make it feel all natural. You can walk by and say, “Hey buddy, I notice that your bike seems to be missing a rear wheel. Well, it just so happens I have an extra rear wheel right here with me. Would you like it?” And I can say, “You’re right, kind sir. I am missing a rear wheel. That is very nice of you. It just so happens that I have $10 worth of alcohol, that I was going to use drown my sorrow about not having a bicycle wheel. But now that I have a bicycle wheel, I don’t need it. Why don’t you take it.” And then we can both feel good about ourselves.

Please let me know if this works for you.


[personal profile] fickle damien this is the last of the craiglist prompts please do not write any of these you're on my team
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[personal profile] doxian 2017-05-30 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
this is beautiful & the exact kinda shit i can see A. Makishima doing bc he's rolling in dough anyways & B. Teshima bc he prob thinks doing that is a ~mind game~ somehow and bc he loooves shooting himself in the foot
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-05-30 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Kitsune AU where Teikou is...a kitsune school, where they learn how to control their magic.
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-09 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements
Word Count: 486


At the age of thirteen, Akashi Seijuurou already has four tails.

In a school like Teiko, he commands respect wherever he goes. The majority of the third years are only just developing their fourth tail, but Akashi is comfortable with all four of his tails, carrying himself as if he's used to their presence already. There are rumours that soon, he'll be growing his fifth.

Kise, with two kitsune tails of his own, looks on in wonder, just the same as everyone else.

Unlike everyone else, however, there's no inhibition to hold him back from being friendly. The respect that Akashi commands also translates itself as fear. Kise isn't afraid of him; Akashi hasn't given him a reason to be. Not yet, anyway, and Kise will take advantage of that while he can.

"Akashicchi," he says, falling into step with him with a smile, unconcsciously making space for the four tails that fan out behind Akashi. "How are your magic lessons?"

"Fine, Ryouta." Akashi knows each and every other student attending Teiko. Kise guesses that it must be a student body of easily over two hundred kitsune, gathered in the one place, but Akashi can differentiate and remember them all.

Then again, it feels to him as if Akashi can do absolutely anything, if he really wants.

"How are you finding yours?" Akashi asks, at length. He glances sideways, an expression of pleasant curiosity on his face. He's humouring Kise for now, but that's okay. Kise will give him enough of a reason to pay attention soon enough.

"That's what I wanted to speak to you about," Kise replies, nodding in the direction of the classrooms. Most of them are empty now, with classes having ended. "Or rather, I wanted to show you."

Akashi, patient as ever, simply lets Kise lead the way without a word.

The classroom Kise chooses is a small one, and he shuts the door behind them. It's on the first floor, so he doesn't need to worry about the windows. It's unlikely that anybody will be looking in anyway and even if they were, he makes sure that he stands far enough away that they wouldn't be able to see anything.

Facing Akashi, he takes a deep breath, and copies. He keeps watching Akashi's face, taking in the way his eyes goes wide with wonder as a third tail materialises out of thin air.

"That's not a tail," Akashi murmurs.

"No," Kise confirms, running his fingers through it to demonstrate. His fingers pass through the illusion easily, dissipating it until he's back to having just the two tails he started with.

"You can copy things," Akashi realises. "A useful skill, for a trickster."

Kise smiles, pleased with himself. "Anything that I have seen at least once. I'll continue to develop it."

"Please do," Akashi replies, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "I'm very curious to see you grow, Ryouta."
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Prompt: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke / Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] krankran 2017-05-30 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yamaguchi Noriyuki & Komari Kishigami
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Depending on the filler, mentions of death, violence
Other Tags: Supernatural happenings,

Prompt: After being shifted around from relative to relative, the last thing Yamaguchi needs is a book of the names of yokai from his batcase grandmother. And a fox spirit who’s voluntarily become his bodyguard in the exchange for the book when he dies. But life’s never fair, is it? [Natsume Yuujinchou AU]
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[personal profile] chameleonskin 2017-06-03 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None

THIS IS SUCH A NICE PROMPT thanks for sharing♡ I loved drawing those two, hope it turned out okay;;


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