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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-02 10:34 am
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Bonus Round 1.5: AUs


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

Second verse, same as the first! This is an overflow post for br1, meant to hold new prompts and their fills (so that we don't hit comment cap on the first br post).

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

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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-09 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tachibana Kippei/Fuji Shuusuke
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: soulmate! AU :3
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PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-06-09 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou &/ Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: Biblical stories?

David and Goliath AU
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-09 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: Religion?
Other Tags: Mixed with a strong emperor/subject dynamic lmao, idk if this is what you were going for?
Word Count: 409


Sometimes a stone is just a stone, but in sure, capable hands, however small, it is a scepter. It can conquer someone even like Murasakibara, unvanquished and monstrous and too large to be felled by any human weapon, too strong to be pulverized, weathering out barrages of fire. But Akashi strikes him down, brings him to his knees, to kiss his feet.

Murasakibara does not say he is a monster; that much is self-evident. He is too large, even for a large man; his hands are likened to platters and palm fronds within his earshot, his mouth to a gaping maw, an uncharted cavern that goes deep within the earth. After he falls, they do not fear him as they once did; they mock him openly instead until he glares them into shrieks and finally to quiet, to running away and laughing when they think he’s moved on.

“You are not a monster, Atsushi,” Akashi says, hand stroking Murasakibara’s hair, pressing it to the outline of his skull.

(Primitive, slow, they call him, only muscle and not much use.)

Murasakibara looks at his other hand, the small stone pressed in his palm, a reminder of what both of them once were, unproven versus undefeated. Akashi already has Murasakibara as a trophy; does he really need the stone, too? It’s irritating, but the words are trapped behind his tongue and he swallows them back down. The sun is setting outside, bringing relief from the heat, though Akashi seems unaffected, placid, a sheet of ice formed at the top of a puddle.

“Then what are you?” says Murasakibara.

Whatever he is himself, monster or man, Akashi has destroyed him and brought him down from a level too high to reach. That is nothing short of extraordinary, and though it’s recognized as such, though Akashi is lauded for it—does it not mean he’s a monster in some way? Perhaps people do not turn on him now; perhaps they never will. Perhaps he has just fought a monster he refuses to admit as such. Perhaps it’s not worth thinking about.

Akashi doesn’t answer the question; his hand tightens around Murasakibara’s hair but then begins to comb through it again, sorting the hair into a neat center part. His hands are cool against Murasakibara’s scalp, hands that could wield stones, swords, shields. Murasakibara closes his eyes. He’s not ready to sleep just yet, but when he is he knows Akashi will still be there.
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PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-06-09 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kiyoshi Teppei/Kasamatsu Yukio
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: gratituous display of muscles

Prompt: Kasamatsu works at a car wash, and Kiyoshi needs a car like right now.
Edited 2017-06-09 12:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-10 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Swearing
Word Count: 467


“Babe,” says Kiyoshi.

Kasamatsu hates it when Kiyoshi calls him that, for various reasons he’s already explained way too many damn times; Kiyoshi does it anyway, probably just to annoy him at this point.

“No,” says Kasamatsu. “Whatever you’re trying to butter me up for, the answer is no.”

“I only need a car,” says Kiyoshi. “Just one car; they always leave the keys and they’ll never know it’s gone.”

“No,” says Kasamatsu, again. “Whatever you need a car for, you can rent one.”

The sun is burning on his back; Kasamatsu slips off the top of his jumpsuit and ties it around his waist; he sees Kiyoshi’s eyes jump appreciatively to the muscles on his shoulders and back and he can’t say he’s not pleased with that reaction (he works too damn hard for any net positive outcome to go unnoticed).

“I’ll help you wash it when I’m done.”

“You are not getting it dirtier,” says Kasamatsu. “Customers trust us with their cars; I’m not going to violate that trust just so you can take a joyride.”

“It’s not a joyride,” says Kiyoshi, leaning over the hood.

Kasamatsu scrubs at the window; he’s not going to tell Kiyoshi off for leaving fingerprints when he has to wash that side later anyway, and not when Kiyoshi seems so close to telling him what the fuck is actually going on. On the other hand, he looks like he’s done; if he has nothing else to say it probably is a joyride in a car he can never afford.

“You are not drag racing in an Audi station wagon.”

“But Kasamatsu—it’ll be fun; you can come with.”

(Kasamatsu loves cars; it’s part of why he took this job, but he loves cars when they’re used for their intended purpose and he’ll drive all day in a souped-up commuter car, slash the corners and blow through the lights on abandoned suburban roads, but this is ridiculous.)

“Kiyoshi. No.”

He knows as soon as his back is turned Kiyoshi’s going to try to do it anyway, and he’ll be off before Kasamatsu can stop him.

“Hey, Kobori!”

Kobori waves from over where he’s washing an old-school Honda Civic, one of the ones with insane gas mileage.

“Can you come keep an eye on him?”

“Eye on who?”

Fuck. Kiyoshi’s already ambling over toward the Audi; the key’s already in the ignition and he is absolutely not going to do this again. Yeah, everything had come back in one piece last time, but there shouldn’t have fucking been a last time because this is a car wash, not some kind of loaning program where the owners pay Kasamatsu to inch up the odometer.

“Get back here!”

“I love you!” Kiyoshi calls.

(No, that does not make up for anything.)
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-09 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tajima Yuuichirou/Mihashi Ren
Fandom: Ookiku Furikabutte
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Mihashi is mute. Tajima understands him perfectly despite not knowing a single thing about sign language.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-09 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Kagami, Kise/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: non
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Kuroko goes to Kaijou, Kagami goes to Touo. Can the power of TEAMWORK and LOVING BASKETBALL and NOT BEING A GIANT DOUCHE beat the power of THE ZONE?

Will Kuroko ever get to get into the Zone?

Who is the best light of them all?

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[personal profile] moetushie 2017-06-09 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags Watersports
Other Tags: look I'm just being considerate @ other SASO partiicipants

*pees on this prompt*
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[personal profile] moetushie 2017-06-10 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 3221

This was a really fun way to end this round, thanks!

Read On AO3

Epigraph from Sir William Herschel, observing the behavior of binary stars in 1802.


If, on the contrary, two stars should really be situated very near each other, and at the same time so far insulated as not to be materially affected by the attractions of neighbouring stars, they will then compose a separate system, and remain united by the bond of their own mutual gravitation towards each other.

Daiki remembered the first time he’d seen Kagami play. Imayoshi had managed to see a video of one of his junior high matches, probably, and Daiki was more interested in mentally comparing the crowd, the faces and the bodies of the players -- they were all so goddamn tall, in America -- to really care about the scrawny Number 7 that Imayoshi said might be joining them soon.

“Why do we need this returnee brat anyway?” Daiki said, yawning. He stretched out so that his arms covered most of Sakurai’s desk and his legs knocked against the back of Wakamatsu’s chair. Imayoshi smiled at him, which probably meant bad things for him, but Daiki didn’t care.

We don’t need him,” Imayoshi said, the skin in the corners of his eyes creasing in amusement. “You do. As a challenge, to do better.”

“He won’t beat me,” Daiki said with a snort.

“If he’s your teammate, you idiot,” Wakamatsu said, “he won’t need to.”


Taiga had spent his first six months in Tokyo on the phone is with his father, begging to go back to the States. He felt all wrong here. Too big, too loud, too weird. The first school he’d enrolled in didn’t even have a basketball team -- something about an accident last year that had taken out one of the star players and then the club had disbanded -- and so he didn’t even have a regular basketball practice to fall back on.

He’d been playing, rather disconsolately, at a street basketball court, when he noticed someone watching him. Taiga shot a suspicious glance over his shoulder. The guy didn’t look too old, but that didn’t mean anything. There was something kind of creepy about him.

When he finally came up to introduce himself, Taiga debated on whether to ignore him and keep playing, or simply walk away. In the end, however, he listened to what the guy had to say.

He was Imayoshi Shouichi and he was interested in Taiga’s basketball skills. “You’re from abroad -- America,” Imayoshi said, smiling slightly. It wasn’t a question, but Taiga nodded anyway.

“You’re probably disappointed in the level of basketball here, right?” Imayoshi said. “Nothing like over there. But let me show you something --” He took out his phone and opened a video.

It was a basketball game, a high school one, and pretty boring by the looks of it. Except for one person, one guy who seemed to be playing by himself, for all that the others could touch him or stop him. Once he had the ball, it was all over -- he blazed through the court and jammed in the basket. After that, he hopped back, a fierce smile on his face.

Everything about him was beautiful and fierce, like lightening bottled up in one person.

Taiga felt something stir in his chest. He didn’t know if it was envy or love or anything like that. He knew he had to play against this guy. Imayoshi chuckled and Taiga remembered that he existed again.

“That’s right. We have Aomine Daiki. And if you go to our school, you can play against him all the time.”

“I already have a school,” Taiga said, bristling.

“Seirin had potential, last year,” Imayoshi said, “but with their ace gone and the club disbanded, do you really want to go through high school without playing, Kagami-kun?”

“Wait,” Taiga said, frowning. “How did you know my name?”

Imayoshi just smiled.

That smile was going to quickly become irritating, Taiga could tell.


It was like a scene from some corny anime -- Daiki had been catching up on his sleep in the back of the class when he was woken up by a teacher’s announcement -- “Class, please welcome Kagami Taiga-kun to Touou. Kagami-kun has recently returned from America, and we’ll do our best to take care of him!”

Kagami surveyed the classroom with a disinterested eye. Daiki, who had been hunched over his books so the teacher wouldn’t notice the gravure magazine he’d secreted in between the pages of his history book, straightened up and caught Kagami’s attention. They stared at each other, neither of them blinking.

Kagami broke first. He blinked and looked at the rest of the students, who looked at him expectantly. “Ah,” he said, making an awkward bow. “Please take care of me?”

After introductions, Kagami took his seat in front of Daiki and immediately fell asleep.


Taiga quickly learned that it was rare for Aomine to come to practice, which was dumb, but he learned even faster exactly how dumb Aomine was -- after all, he saw the results of the day’s quiz too, and it probably would’ve been better if Aomine had just left it blank.

“Oi, Kagami!” shouted Wakamatsu, passing the ball to him with unnecessary force, “stop drifting off!”

Kagami caught the ball anyway.


Daiki was snoozing at his usual spot on the roof when he heard someone coming toward him. He kept his eyes closed and said, “Get lost, Satsuki, I don’t feel like it today.”

“Imayoshi really fucked with me, didn’t he?” said Kagami, bending down and removing the gravure magazine that Daiki had been using as a sunshade. He looked at briefly, brows furrowed, before he dropped it quickly into Daiki’s lap. Rude. It wasn’t as if Daiki had jerked off in it. Yet.

“Obviously,” Daiki said, even though he didn’t really know what Kagami was talking about. Imayoshi fucked with everyone. That was the only thing that gave him joy in this world.

“He showed me a vid of you playing and I thought -- that’s the guy I want to play with. But now that I get here, you’re just this lazy asshole who never comes to practice and who fails his tests.”

“You’re not supposed to look at other students’ scores,” Daiki said primly. “Besides, I don’t need to go to practice to beat you.”

“Oh?” There was a definite gleam of interest in Kagami’s eyes. “You wanna try?”

Daiki considered this. “Feed me first.”

It was during that impromptu date at Maji Burger that Daiki learned several things about Kagami: first, he had a bottomless stomach that made Daiki’s own healthy appetite seem inadequate, and second, he was apparently loaded, since he didn’t even blink at the ridiculous bill when it came due.

The third thing Daiki learned came about after the food: Kagami was crazy good at basketball. Not as good as Daiki, obviously, but maybe it was worth going to practice if Daiki could keep playing -- could keep beating him.


Taiga had just enrolled in Touou long enough to make the cutoff for the Interhigh, Momoi informed him. Imayoshi had planned it well, she didn’t say, but Taiga understood it to be true. She had placed a heavy packet of materials into Taiga’s arms, with the apparent expectation that he would read it. It was all in English which … Yeah, that helped. He hadn’t requested that, but Momoi noticed and did it anyway. She was like that. Meticulous. Precise. An excellent manager.

He had no idea why she was friends with a hot mess like Aomine, but then again, he didn’t really have much in the way of childhood friends -- with the exception of Tatsuya, and look how that had turned out.

“Kagamin?” Momoi said, leaning close enough to him that he could smell her perfume -- something sweet and floral, faintly powdery. Momoi was really pretty. Her skin was -- really nice. Soft-looking and spotless. She was pink and pretty and every teenage boy’s dream. Or she should be, except for Taiga --

Crap, Taiga thought, a little dismayed. I really am that gay.

“... I’m flattered, Kagamin,” Momoi was saying, with a flutter of her lashes. He must have been staring at her a little too long, and little too hard. “But I already have a boyfriend! Tetsu-kun! Do you want to see his picture?”

Before Taiga could say yes or no, she pulled out her phone and showed him an increasingly blurry series of photos -- she was clearly with someone in most of them, but the person was so blank-looking that Taiga had a hard time picking him out from the background.

What the hell did Momoi see in this guy? And how?

“Aomine-kun,” Tetsu said gravely. He looked good in Kaijou blue, though Daiki couldn’t help but think he’d look even better in Touou black. But still, this was progress. Tetsu hadn’t even talked to him the last time they’d met. He still couldn’t get over what happened at Nationals during their last year at Teikou, Daiki assumed. But how was he supposed to know that that Ogiwara was so special to him, after all?

Or that he, Daiki, had only been a replacement for him?

“Ready to lose today, Tetsu?” Daiki said, with a broad grin. “Make sure Kise doesn’t cry too much on the court. It’s really embarrassing for the rest of us.”

“You are incorrect, Aomine-kun. Kise-kun and I are going to win today,” Tetsu said composedly. Daiki only grinned back at him.

Then he turned and shouted for Kagami.

Kagami took his time getting there and only came with a truculent look on his face, but Daiki had learned by now that Kagami was always weird about meeting new people. His arrogant American mask seemed to slip on without him noticing, which was too bad. Kagami was actually a huge -- sometimes endearing -- dork.

“Kagami, this is Kuroko. Tetsu, this is Kagami. He’s on my team, so you know you’re going down.”

Tetsu looked at Kagami and then back at Daiki. There was a faint smile on his lips. “You two are almost blinding, you know.”

“Huh?” Kagami said.

Daiki shrugged. Tetsu was always saying weird shit like that. Light this, shadow that. He was used to it, and Kagami would be too, eventually.


They won against Kaijo, but it was a close thing. The game was way more challenging than Taiga had expected when he had met Aomine’s friend, Kuroko. He tried to keep an eye on him during the match, but that proved more difficult than Taiga could’ve imagined -- the kid seemed to disappear when he was playing and those passes were out of this world.

And that Kise -- stealing Taiga’s moves like that!

Taiga only half-paid attention to the talk about the Generation of Miracles. He had figured if Aomine was their ace, and he was getting to know Aomine’s gameplay inside out, he didn’t really need to worry so much about the rest of them.

But that had been stupid, he realized that now. He really had to read that information packet Momoi had given him, as well the other ones that kept being added to the pile of things Taiga just couldn’t think about reading.

When it came to lining up and shaking hands, Taiga found himself in front of Kuroko again. They shook hands and Kuroko’s were so much smaller than Taiga’s own. Fragile, but -- Taiga knew what those hands could do now.

Kuroko still looked at him like he knew him. And the weird thing was -- it felt like Taiga knew him too. He couldn’t explain it.

“You’ll take care of Aomine-kun, won’t you?” Kuroko said, so quietly that Taiga thought at first he hadn’t heard.

“That lazy guy? I think that’s more Momoi’s thing…” Taiga said, ruffling his hair. He tugged at his hand and Kuroko finally let him go, with apparent reluctance.

“Oi! Kagami! Tetsu! Stop getting lost into each other’s eyes, everyone’s going for ramen,” Aomine shouted to them.


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PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] saccharinescorpion 2017-06-09 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ihara Tomoya & Ishigaki Koutarou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt: AU where Ihara does, in fact, feel more than a little resentful about how Ishigaki let Midousuji treat him and the rest of the team like garbage
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[personal profile] creamedcoffee 2017-06-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: IwaOi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: I love wolves!

Prompt: Alpha and Omega au please make them into dumb looking wolves i want to feel alive
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prompt: team grandstand

[personal profile] miaoujones 2017-06-09 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya &/ takigawa chris yuu; optional/possible miyuki kazuya & isashiki jun
Fandom: daiya no a | ace of diamond
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: au where chris wasn't injured, seriously or at all. determined to make the starting lineup as a first year, miyuki seeks alternatives and either picks up a second position (with his arm and speed, i'm thinking outfield, but it's up to any filler) or becomes a two-way player (as catcher and pitcher).

as always, please bring in any other characters you want/need. (i mean, imagine what it would do to jun if miyuki picks up pitching only that year and makes the bullpen?)
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[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-10 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: barely-there mention of sports injuries, miyuki-chris battery because i am weak to this apparently
Word Count: 835

i may or may not have subtly leaned on the fill i did for a chris-miyuki battery prompt from last summer but gosh i just love the idea of miyuki being a catcher and pitcher so thank you for this prompt


Chris remembers, from a time that somehow manages to seem so far and yet so recent, murmurs about Miyuki’s capabilities as a catcher and as a baseball player. He remembers the talk in middle school about his sense for the game, remembers watching him call pitches at a level of complexity he hadn’t yet seen from another catcher.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled a little, back then—recognition that there was another player that might just keep up with him.

“What do you make of it?”

The coach’s voice pulls him back to the present; Chris pulls his hand free of his mitt as he considers, casting his eyes over the bullpen. Miyuki is stationed next to his batchmate Kawakami; Tanba is pitching for the batters on the practice field, testing out a shootball he’s been working on.

Chris chooses his words carefully, knowing by now that Kataoka takes his input to heart. “We’re in need of pitching strength,” he begins. “But more than that, I think we need depth. Tanba’s inconsistency is still an issue, and putting all of our relief needs on Kawakami when he’s still just a first year…” Chris trails off, letting the thought hang. “I would suggest trying to bring Isashiki back into the pitching lineup, but he’s done so well in centerfield it seems like it would be a waste.”

Kataoka nods, cementing the thought that Chris isn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know, or hasn’t already considered.

That in mind, Chris goes on: “If Miyuki has made it to the bullpen this quickly, I think it’s worth seeing how he does in a game, Coach. I’d like to see how he does in the scrimmages this weekend.”

“You think he’s ready?” Kataoka says.

Chris returns his gaze to Miyuki, watching him pitch a fastball into Miyauchi’s mitt—clean, direct, and precisely where Miyauchi asked for it.

“I don’t think we’ll know for certain until he gets a chance in a real game.”

Miyuki’s suggestion—or request, perhaps—to become a two-way player, made just shortly after Miyuki arrived at Seido, had been unexpected.

Though not fully a surprise, Chris reflects to himself. Miyuki’s desire to be on the first-string team was a near-palpable thing, so strong that one could classify as an outright need. Chris is familiar with the sensation; after a scare with his shoulder towards the end of the previous season, maintaining his position as the starter had been at the forefront of his mind.

More than anything, though, what takes Chris aback is how Miyuki was able to hide his throwing from the team for so long; it had been clear from the moment Miyuki showed Kataoka some of his throws that he had been practicing without anyone’s knowledge. Miyuki’s shoulder had always been impressive, but the level of control and sheer amount of thought that clearly went into the pitches indicated time spent. Being a two-way player was not a half-baked plan on Miyuki’s part—it was the plan.

“We’ll have to be careful he doesn’t overwork his shoulder,” Kataoka says, a remark Chris knows isn’t solely about Miyuki.


At pitch 14, an inning and a half into Miyuki’s first game as a pitcher, the problem Chris had been waiting for finally makes itself known. After one-too-many misfired pitches, Chris can’t ignore it any longer. He calls a timeout and heads to the mound, ignoring the trace of affront on Miyuki’s face.

“I know that last one was off,” Miyuki says. “Sorry, won’t happen again—”

“Yes, it will,” Chris says, and Miyuki chafes. Chris continues, “You’re too tense, and it’s because you’re overthinking.”

“I’m not doing anything differently,” Miyuki says.

Chris holds back a sigh. “I know you’re thinking that being a catcher gives you the upper hand as a pitcher, and I’m inclined to agree, but it can also be a weakness if it means you’re overthinking.” He taps his mitt against Miyuki’s chest. “Trust me to do my job as your catcher. I’ll always work with you to get the right call, but if we spend too long debating with a batter in the box they’ll get too comfortable, or they’ll take advantage of the disconnect. You know as well as I do that a pitcher needs to trust the catcher.”

Miyuki looks away. “I do trust you, Chris-senpai.”

Chris smiles. “Then get this batter out with me,” he says, waiting for Miyuki to look up and meet his gaze, smiling forming and a keen edge returning to his eyes.

“Finish him with an outside?” Miyuki asks.

Chris nods, and it’s in this he finds Miyuki’s experience as a catcher gratifying—reasoning he doesn’t have to explain, when they’re on the same page. “Show me what you did yesterday and the bullpen and it’ll be easy,” he responds.

Miyuki nods, and Chris sees the tension in his shoulders has lessened.

As he settles behind the plate again, taking in Miyuki’s grin from 60 feet away, he can’t help but grin in return.
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Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-06-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Titanic AU!!!! Akashi's a socialite being pushed into a loveless marriage when an attractive American drifter with a floppy haircut catches his eye. Will the ship they're on sink with the weight of their sexual tension or will a giant iceberg named Murasakibara do the trick????
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[personal profile] wino 2017-06-10 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: suicide mention, character death
Other Tags: my_heart_will_go_on.mp3
Word Count: 1353

mistakes were made



The engagement is not merely one of convenience or prestige—the Akashi family has enough of both to last several lifetimes over. What his father is greedy for is something immaterial, intangible: the concept of honor, or something like it. He will not introduce unsavory characters into the bloodline; Seijuurou is forbidden from besmirching them that way. Not that Seijuurou has any plans to do so in the first place, nor does he want to disappoint his father.

He simply would've liked the choice, is all.


"That wouldn't be a pleasant dive," says a voice from behind him. Seijuurou glances over his shoulder, at a man with half of his face obscured in shadow, watching him seemingly without intent to help. His own voice is even when he responds.

"I have considered both the temperature and the propeller." He affixes his gaze back at the water, blackened by the evening sky. "And yet the prospect still seems more inviting than returning to that smoke room."

The man approaches so that he is standing almost right beside Seijuurou, though keeping a particular distance, as if he would prefer not to be responsible if he decides to jump. Seijuurou admires this trait.

"What problems could a guy from first class have?"

"I will not stand for condescension, much less from strangers."

"No condescension here," says the man, holding out his hand as if Seijuurou isn't currently gripping the rail with both of his. "And no strangers either. My name is Himuro Tatsuya."

Seijuurou looks at the water again, then at Tatsuya's inviting smile. It turns out to be less of a decision that he thought.


Following that fateful night, all he has are memories of a face, shrouded by night, and a palm, warm and soft. For someone so inquisitive, Tatsuya barely gave anything of himself away, and thus Seijuurou has no hope of finding him on a ship so large and densely populated.

That is, if he were a lesser man. But Akashi Seijuurou has pride to rival his determination, and sets off in search of the mysterious Himuro Tatsuya, if not to thank him, then to threaten him in some manner to never divulge what he'd seen Seijuurou almost do.

Dozens of doors closed in his face later, one opens to reveal a face, lit up by daytime, but still somewhat covered by hair.

"Hey, First Class," says Tatsuya, leaning against the door frame. "You're the last person I thought I'd see."

Seijuurou has all manners of retorts die early deaths in his throat, looking at him up close. After an ample pause, he says, "take a walk with me."


If Tatsuya seemed mysterious in the evening, sunlight exacerbates the effect. It's ironic, but perhaps Seijuurou expected for him to be much more forthcoming than he was. Only when Seijuurou becomes curious about the sketchpad he kept tucked under his arm does he unravel, ever so slightly, not exactly embarrassed, but.


At the very least, he lets Seijuurou rifle through it, lets him touch the pages and dust his fingertips with charcoal. Seijuurou has always had an interest in art, curious about the way it betrayed the artist's worldview.

And what Tatsuya's drawings say about him is—

"You're quite a shallow person, Tatsuya."

Tatsuya's visible eye widens, and laughter he doesn't seem to have intended to let out escapes anyway. "Excuse me?"

Seijuurou points to the sketchpad. "You only draw beautiful things." To his surprise, a genuine smile eases onto Tatsuya's mouth.

"Actually, you're probably not wrong about that. If I draw someone, it means I've fallen in love with them."

"...shallow and emotionally fleeting. Good to know."


Seijuurou isn't sure how a few evasive—though increasingly revealing—conversations leads to him inviting Tatsuya to dinner, to his fiance's suspicion and his father's disapproval. Tatsuya shows up in a borrowed suit, ill-fitting in some corners, but still more aesthetically pleasing than all of the men in the room.

He skirts his way around most of the questions thrown his way, until Seijuurou's father halts it all with something damning and absolute:

"What do you do?"

Everyone at the table hears it for what it's worth: what is the measure of your worth?

Seijuuro offers no aid, wondering how Tatsuya will find his way out of this maze. Finally, Tatsuya says, "likely far more than you've ever done with your own hands, sir."

If inappropriate laughing hadn't been purged from him since childhood, Seijuurou might have indulged it. He glances down at the table instead, trying to tamp down the urge to applaud.


"My father is displeased with you," says Seijuurou, as Tatsuya takes his hand in one soft palm and leads him to God-knows-where. Tatsuya is smirking; he's still facing front so Seijuurou can't see it, but it's clear in his tone.

"Yet his son could not sound more delighted."

"You must realize you're far more suicidal than I ever was."

Tatsuya pulls him into a room full of music and drinks and dancing, so that his reply nearly gets lost in the din. "I'm just good at weighing pros and cons."


Far from the celebration, now, they end up in Seijuurou's quarters. Tatsuya's brought his sketchpad, somehow, and it doesn't take someone of Seijuurou's intellect to arrive the right conclusions.

"I'd like to draw you," says Tatsuya, almost whispering, as if his throat has gone dry. Seijuurou's lips twist in a wry smile.

"Like one of your French girls?"

"No," says Tatsuya, pinning Seijuurou with such a heavy gaze that he feels like a butterfly in a display case. "Better."

Seijuurou holds that gaze with his own as he sits down. It seems apt, to take the engagement ring off his finger, but Tatsuya says, "keep it on," seeming transfixed by it.

The red diamond truly is beautiful, nicknamed the 'Emperor's Eye' by jewelers, or so Seijuurou's been told. This, he dwells on, if only to avoid the fact that Tatsuya seems transfixed by something—someone—else entirely.


Tatsuya has shed most of his clothes and he remains a mystery to Seijuurou, unable to look away, like the first time he'd seen Tatsuya under anything but moonlight. He's art itself, sculpted or painted, and just like that first time Seijuurou's eyes linger until they're closed by the touch of Tatsuya's lips against his own.

When Tatsuya's hands wander under Seijuurou's clothes, Seijuurou makes an observation.

"You've done this before."

"Many times," says Tatsuya, his mouth hot along Seijuurou's collarbone,too far gone now to even think of being vague or dishonest. Seijuurou pushes him down onto his back, speaking low until he feels gooseflesh bloom on Tatsuya's skin.

"I will make you forget the rest," he says, far too sure of himself to be considered jealous. "I will be your best one."

Because what Akashi Seijuurou is, is absolute.


They're on deck when it happens, in full view of the collision. Neither of them realize the gravity of the situation, not until much later.

Seijuurou isn't one for wishes, but he would waste them all to have been told what he could have done.


"Don't worry," says Tatsuya, his breath, so warm just hours beforehand, turned freezing by the Arctic cold. "You're not going to die here, Sei."

"That is a certainty," says Seijuurou. Their hands seem to have been frozen together, carved into the same ice sculpture. "And neither will you."

Tatsuya is no longer meeting his gaze. His eyes are closed now, his cheek pressed to their clasped hands as he stayed in the frigid water and Seijuurou stayed atop of it.

"Do you still think I'm shallow?" His lips are curved in a smile, and for the first time Seijuurou loathes the sight of it, if only because he'd like to see those lips frown in contemplation or and gape open in surprise again, not be trapped in a smile forever.

"Worse than a spilled glass," says Seijuurou, his eyes burning despite the below zero temperature, as if withholding the truth will give him more chances in the future to take back the lie.
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[personal profile] exyankee 2017-06-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki / chris
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: none
Prompt: S&M club AU (with spanking if it's possible!!!!)
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FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, M

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: miyuki kazuya, takigawa chris yu
Word Count: None

Hehe a chance to be naughty with ChrisMiyu always makes my day!


club au
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[personal profile] sylphofkarkat 2017-06-10 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: manami sangaku/teshima junta
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: minor manga spoilers, violence but not serious
Other Tags: the best boy hat

Prompt: wherein teshima finds out that onoda's mom gave the hat that was supposed to be for him to manami so he goes to fight for it back. he may not have wanted it in the first place, but listen, it's the principle of the thing
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-10 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Naruko Shoukichi/Onoda Sakamichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Onoda finds old diaries/journals in the house his family just moved into. He reads them, out of curiousity at first, but at some point he falls in love with the author, who may or may not be dead.
Edited 2017-06-10 04:47 (UTC)
outstretched: (SASO ♥ [ookiku furikabutte] Izumi)

Prompt: team oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi

[personal profile] outstretched 2017-06-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanou Shuugo/Mihashi Ren
Fandom: Ookiku Furikabutte
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Rival pokemon trainers AU.
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FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, G

[personal profile] merorine 2017-06-10 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.

This barely made it but here you go! Hope you like it! Mihashi is grass flying type trainer and Kanou is fire flying type trainer!


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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: NASCAR AU. Furuya and Sawamura work in a NASCAR pit crew bickering over tires and making out.
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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yuki Tetsuya/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Tetsu is captain of a Shinsingumi squad and Miyuki is his second in command. Tetsu is totally oblivious to Miyuki's massive crush on him.
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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yu/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Miyuki is a sports reporter who never misses a chance to interview Giants catcher Chris
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Horio
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: AU where Ryoma, after becoming a famous tennis player, hires Horio as his body double to distract paparazzi/his fans.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Horio
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: stalking
Other Tags: none

Prompt: AU where Horio is a lot creepier about his obsessions and ends up stalking Ryoma. (Please don't hurt Karupin, I am 100% serious about that.)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Seigaku
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: You know the Rising Beat Prince of Tennis rhythm game that's being released? Yeah. AU where that gets released in PoTverse, with their famous tennis players+Ryoma. I just want to see how the chars react to HEY RYOMA IS IN A RHYTHM PHONE GAME, really. XD
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[personal profile] wino 2017-06-10 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: robot/youzan
Fandom: robot x laserbeam
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: 50 first dates au
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-10 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Amnesia, maybe angst
Word Count: 941


When Youzan steps onto the driving range, he hears the most beautiful sound that he has ever heard in his entire life; a ball being hit at the absolute perfect angle.

It takes a player of high calibre to be able to produce a sound of that quality and it sends a shiver down his spine, walking through the range to find the source of the sound. Every time he slows as he approaches someone who looks like they might be a professional, he realises that it's not them, that the sound is coming from somewhere further down. He frowns, but keeps walking, until he finds a pair of boys, roughly his own age, standing with clubs in their hands as they talk. One of them has strikingly bright red hair, and he doesn't look like he belongs here at all. It must be his friend producing the sound, for as plain as he looks, but Youzan hangs back to watch anyway, as the redhead steps up and swings.

That perfect sound rings out again, clear as a bell, and Youzan's feet are carrying him forward before he can even stop to think about it.

"You," he says, approaching them. "What's your name?"

The boy who just swung goes very still, turning around and regarding Youzan with a blank expression. "…Ah."

"Ah!!" His friend says from beside him. "You're Youzan!"

"Your shot just then," Youzan says. "It was perfect. I want to know what your skills would be like on a golf course. What do you say to a match right now?"

"Huh?" The redhead blinks at him, clearly confused.

"Um, wait a minute!" His friend interrupts. "Um, Robot's very busy today! He can't afford the time to play a match with you today!"

"What are you talking about, Tomoya?" Robot turns to him. "I don't have any plans."

Youzan doesn't ask, looking between the two of them, and nods. "Fine. I'll meet you here tomorrow instead, then. The golf course is a fifteen minute bus ride. We'll play then."

With that, he turns away to leave.

The next day, Robot does not remember him. Tomoya clearly does, smiling nervously at Youzan.

"Um, Robot, I'm just going to have a chat with Youzan, okay? You keep swinging."

"Okay," Robot replies, and doesn't give a second glance to Youzan.

Tomoya leads Youzan away, to where Robot can't hear, and smiles apologetically at him. "I'm sorry, but Robot isn't going to remember you. His memory's kind of—wiped."

"Wiped?" Youzan repeats, frowning at Tomoya. "He's not actually a robot, is he?"

"He has anterograde amnesia," Tomoya replies. "He can't make new memories. He isn't going to remember anyone he's met after his accident."


"We call it the forget beam," Tomoya says, not explaining who he means by we. "Robot was trying to learn how to curve his shots and one curved too much. It came right back at him and hit him in the head."

"Shit," Youzan mutters, looking at Robot, who is making swing after swing, each one sounding perfect. "I still want to play him though."

"About that," Tomoya sighs. "He doesn't know how to play golf. You'll have to teach him."

Youzan teaches Robot the rules to golf almost every single day, when he can spare the time to go to the driving range and then challenge Robot to a match on the golf course. It isn't often enough for his liking, but it still feels like too much. It's frustrating, watching Robot not understand the most basic of concepts that he did by the end of the afternoon just yesterday. Tomoya is always there, patient and supportive, exchanging strained smiles with Youzan.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Tomoya tells him one afternoon, as they walk to the next hole. "You've already done a lot."

"I disagree," Youzan says, watching as Robot walks ahead, twirling his golf club in his hand like he's learning the weight of it. "I have to."

Tomoya follows Youzan's gaze to Robot and hums in thought.

Youzan watches as Robot's muscle memory compensates for what Robot can't remember on the golf course.

He watches Robot get better and better, but there's only so far he can get, when he wakes up each day with no memory of how to play golf, except for how to make his perfect swing. Youzan spends entire afternoons teaching Robot different kinds of swings, different rules about golf and it's so unfair that Robot learns it all so quickly, when it's all gone just as quick the next day.

Tomoya makes his excuses to stop coming to the golf course and Youzan can't blame him for it; it must be exhausting, tagging along every single day and watching the same conversations happening, the same basic concepts being rehashed.

"You think that's why I left you two to go together?" Tomoya asks, when Youzan apologises for this later. "Do you even have any idea how you look at Robot?"

Youzan frowns. "I don't understand the question."

Tomoya sighs loudly. "Of course you don't. Why don't you spend some time with him outside of the golf course sometime? You can remind him who you are. You can sit down and have a proper conversation."

Youzan's frown deepens. "But we play golf together?"

"I guess that's enough, huh?" Tomoya smiles, and Youzan is about to say that he doesn't understand again, but he thinks about it. He thinks about playing gold with Robot, no matter how limited their games are. He thinks about watching Robot become a better golfer, bit by bit, and he nods to himself.

"Yeah," he agrees. "That's enough."
Edited 2017-06-10 14:46 (UTC)