Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe

[referees]

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

Get three in a row! That's the goal of this bonus round. Inspired by a fanwork event type called kink bingo, this round encourages you to create and fill out themed prompt cards.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. There's a lot of text here, but if you read carefully and follow the instructions step by step, you will be okay.

RULES

Please refer to the first comment thread of this post for an example of how this round works.

PROMPTING

1. Select a ship to create your prompt card about. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Haruki & Kazuma). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Haruki/Kazuma). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!


2. Visit this card generator.
   • Here is a visual guide to using it.
   • The large text box is where you can list prompts if you have your own ideas. Please list at least 9 prompts; you can list more if you want. (The generator says you need at least 24, but it's lying.) Single words or short phrases are better than sentences.
   • Otherwise, you can use the dropdown menu found right below it. Note: some of these prompts lists are NSFW. (NSFW prompts are a-ok as long as you tag for it.) If you don't like some of the options that appear in a prompt list, you can delete them.
   • Text prompts only, please. Also, each card square must be unique—don't list the same prompt 9 times.
   • In "Configuration Options," make sure you select 3x3 and (Normal prompt). This is the most important step!
   • Leave the tic-tac-toe card with its default colors, so everyone can read it clearly.
   • Click the "Create a bingo card" button.
   • Scroll down to see the card that was created for you. If you don't like the prompts it picked, you can reroll by clicking "Create a bingo card" again.
   • When you're satisfied, scroll further down the page until you see a textarea box full of HTML.
3. Copy and paste the HTML from the box and into the body of your prompt comment, then post!

FILLING

Fill prompts by selecting an individual square to create fanwork for, then leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. (Optional:) If you can fill three squares from a prompt in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, you get a tic-tac-toe (and an additional point bonus)! You can also just fill prompts as you please and get standard points.

• Prompt squares are labeled as follows:

  A1	B1	C1
  A2	B2	C2
  A3	B3	C3

• If you're trying for tic-tac-toe, you cannot combine squares into one fill. If your fill can satisfy multiple squares, pick the most relevant square: e.g., one square is sailing and another is pirates and you make a fill about pirates sailing, it's mostly pirates so put down the pirates square.
• Each fill must stand alone as an individual piece, but all your fills can slot into a larger universe if you'd like.
• You cannot fill a prompt square more than once, but you can fill every square on a tic tac toe card if you want to.
• You cannot work with your teammates to get a tic-tac-toe. Only individually achieved tic-tac-toes get the bonus.
• Multiple people can fill the same prompt square. You cannot "block" others from getting tic-tac-toe.
• Remember to also follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
• Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art/images)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content *in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here. More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong> (copy and paste the HTML of your prompt square here!)	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [SQUARE], [RATING] Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which. Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject, especially which square you're filling!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None"; if omitting tags to avoid spoiling, say "tags omitted." More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Square:</strong> (the theme of the square that you are filling, just copy and paste it from the prompt comment) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or won't get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [RATING] Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject, especially which square you're filling!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None"; if omitting tags to avoid spoiling, say "tags omitted." More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Square:</strong> (the theme of the square that you are filling, just copy and paste it from the prompt comment) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points for each tic-tac-toe card (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
Tic-tac-toe Bonus: 2 points each for the first 12 achieved by your team

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).

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Comments

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, B2, M

[moetushie]

Ship: Kiyoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: canon divergent au, all the uncrowned kings in rakuzan
Square: B2, i am i love with you. / but you are a little shit.
Word Count: 1531

Ah, so this just. Happened??? Sorry about it.

***

Teppei had never intended to accept the recruiter’s offer to go to Rakuzan. He’d been surprised that they had wanted to recruit him, after his school’s humiliating defeat against Teikou during the last Winter Cup. But apparently, they did -- his tuition, room and board would be taken care of -- and though his test scores were middling, they wanted him anyway.

But there was still his grandparents to think of. They were getting frail in their old age and they needed him around. So Teppei told the recruiter no. He would go to the new school that had been built nearby, Seirin, even if it didn't have a basketball club -- yet.

Mibuchi had come by that afternoon, hours after the recruiter left, and leaned against the fence as Teppei swept the front steps of his grandparents’ house. “You don't think we could be a team, the five of us Uncrowned Kings?”

“I thought they were calling us the Uncrowned Generals,” Teppei said.

“I've heard it both ways. Hanamiya’s been offered a captaincy at Kirisaki Daiichi so he might not come either.”

“See, I don't want to be in the same team as Hanamiya. I don't like his kind of basketball.”

“But you'd have to be on the same team as him to change it,” Mibuchi said, putting a piece of gum into his mouth and chewing it loudly. “Think about it.”

Teppei only shook his head and Mibuchi, with a pop of his gum, shrugged and went home.

*

It was Teppei’s grandmother who changed his mind. He had come back from school late and found her reading the brochures that the recruiter had left with him. She looked up to him, her eyes shining. “Why are you sacrificing yourself for us, Teppei-kun? You should go to this elite school -- your future would be set then.”

“They don't care about my future, grandma,” Teppei said, bending down and gently prying the brochure from her hands. He knew he should've thrown them away. “They just want me to play basketball.”

“Then you play and show those rich kids what's what, hey?” said his grandfather, poking his head out from the living room. They both looked at him.

“I don't want to leave you two,” Teppei said hopelessly.

“We’ll be right here when you return,” said his grandmother comfortably. She patted him on the head, like she had done so many times before. “You always make us so proud, Teppei.”

*

Teppei hadn’t ever been outside Tokyo, except for some training camps in the mountains. He watched the city of his birth slip away and sighed, leaning against the seat. The door of his compartment opened and Hanamiya let himself in. “I should’ve known you’d take the slow train,” he said with a sneer.

Teppei stared at him as he came in and made himself at home, lying across the seats like it was his bed. He stayed in that position for the entire three hours and fifty minutes it took to get to Kyoto.

*

Rakuzan was even more beautiful and well-kept than the brochures made it seem like. The classes were difficult, but Teppei knew that if he focused enough, he’d do well here. As for the club -- Mibuchi, Hayama and Nebuya were friendly enough and the seniors on the team seemed to accept that the core of the team would be first-years. There was a second-year, Mayuzumi, who didn’t seem too happy about that -- but then Teppei discovered that Mayuzumi wasn’t happy about most things.

But the problem, as always, was Hanamiya.

Teppei had first met Hanamiya during a combined training camp during first year of middle school. He’d immediately noticed two things: first, adults seemed to defer to Hanamiya and second, other kids seemed to hate him. Teppei couldn’t stand to see bullying, so he’d put himself between the others and Hanamiya.

It seemed to work, for a while. Hanamiya never acknowledged Teppei’s protection, but he also didn’t get beat up. But at the end of the training camp, things had changed. The very same kids who had ganged up on Hanamiya now turned their sights on him. There was nothing obvious -- nothing he could take to the referees. Just shoves, bruises, things can easily could have been an accident -- but weren’t.

At the end of the game, Hanamiya sidled up to him and tilted up his face, a weird smile on his face. “Don’t ever pity me again, Kiyoshi. Or next time it’ll be worse.”

And now they were roommates, as well as starters for the Rakuzan Boy’s Basketball Club. Someone in the housing division of administration certainly had a sense of humor. Teppei didn’t like it at all.

*
Teppei was something of a slob, he acknowledged that. As long as the floor of his side of the room was mostly visible, he was satisfied. Hanamiya’s side of the room was spotless, everything put away where they should be. The only spot of seeming-chaos was Hanamiya’s calendar, which was marked up with colorful markers and filled with symbols that made no sense to Teppei. He began to see it as a visible manifestation of Hanamiya’s sinister intentions.

The night after Hanamiya climbed into Teppei’s bed and kissed him -- Teppei woke up with his heart racing with fear and confusion, which didn’t slow down when he realized what was happening. Hanamiya’s long black hair got into Teppei’s eyes and mouth and he pushed him off. Hanamiya slid off his blanket, his back banging against wall.

“What are you doing,” Teppei asked him.

Hanamiya pouted. “You don’t want to? You’d rather have Mibuchi kiss you?”

“Mibuchi didn’t kiss me. You did.”

Hanamiya shrugged and looked like he was about to get up and leave when Teppei grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards him. Their kiss was more like a punch in the face, with teeth, than anything else. They kissed until one of them gave up and begged for mercy.

The next day, Teppei spotted a small red mark in the corner of Hanamiya’s calendar for the day before.

*

They argued constantly about what basketball meant. The others got involved too, mostly against Teppei’s side. “It doesn’t matter how much fun--” Hanamiya said fun like it was some kind of disease -- “you have, as long as you win. Winning in the only thing that matters.”

Mibuchi nodded. “We’re here to win.”

“So if we don’t win, than nothing we do matters?” Teppei said, frustrated. “Think about those Teikou kids, the Generation of Miracles. Did any of you win against them in middle school?”

“It’ll be different now,” said Hayama, with a nervous glance around. “We were never a team before, when we played them.”

Nebuya sighed loudly as his stomach grumbled. He didn’t take part in the conversation -- he was waiting patiently for them to stop talking so they could go to dinner.

“That’s right, we’re a team now,” Teppei said, “and if we trust each other and have fun playing with each other, we’ll win more than we’ll lose.”

“Geez, Kiyoshi, if you want to be captain so bad,” said Hanamiya, sarcasm dripping from his words. “You’ve got to work on your inspirational speeches.”

Teppei frowned at him. The Rakuzan captain was an affable third-year named Yamazaki. Teppei had no interest in replacing him. But Mibuchi and Hayama were looking at him now with a speculative look in their eyes.

“Maybe you should think about being captain after Yamazaki-senpai retires, Kiyoshi-kun,” Mibuchi said thoughtfully. “I think the coach would like that.”

“I wouldn’t,” Teppei said stubbornly.

“It wouldn’t really be up to you, would it?” Hayama said, with a toothy smile. “The coach would decide, along with the wishes of the team.”

“Take responsibility,” grumbled Nebuya. “Can we please go to dinner now?”

*

That night, Teppei was awake when Hanamiya stole into his bed. He reached out and caught Hanamiya’s arm. “Why do you keep doing this?”

Hanamiya looked at him, his eyes wide. “Do what?”

“Trapping me,” Teppei said. “Following me, and then pushing me away. What are you trying to do? Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you,” Hanamiya said, with all apparent sincerity, an innocent look on his face. “I’ve been in love with you since you bravely saved me from those bullies during first year of middle school.”

“Liar. Tell me the truth,” Teppei said. Hanamiya’s pious expression crumbled into a wicked grin.

“Fine. It’s because you’re a little shit, just like me,” Hanamiya said, pushing towards him. “You wanna deny it, but why else are you here? You came because you thought it would be the best chance to beat those Miracle-brats. And I agree. I wanna do that too. Let me help you do it.”

“I’m not going to let you hurt them,” Teppei warned him. “We’ll beat them the right way. The best way.”

“Not even a little sprain? Not even a tiny fall?”

“No,” Teppei said firmly and Hanamiya glared at him, biting viciously at the soft skin of Teppei’s throat. He pushed Hanamiya away for a moment. “Nothing people can see.”

“Fine,” Hanamiya said, and Teppei wasn’t sure what he was exactly agreeing to, but he’d keep Hanamiya to both promises.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [B2], [G]

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Onoda Sakamichi & Midousuji Akira
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Dinosaurs, I don't know
Square: velociraptor
Word Count: None

***

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU, A1, G

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Ayase Chihaya/Wakamiya Shinobu
Fandom: Chihayafuru
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: domestic fluff, very small mention of homophobia at the end
Square: lets go on a date! (everything goes wrong)
Word Count: 476 words

Aaaah I love these prompts and these girls <33

***

They try holding hands.

Only, Chihaya's palms get too sweaty from how flustered she is, and Shinobu can't seem to stop gripping too tightly at times.

"This is harder than I thought," Chihaya says mournfully.

"It is," comes Shinobu's assent, although she's reluctant on giving up so easily. Maybe, she can grab Chihaya's hand again much later on, once they're both more relaxed.

(Or maybe she won't, because her heart had started beating way too fast as her fingers lay tangled with Chihaya's. She's not sure if she wants to relive that particular sensation just yet.)

"Let's go and try do something else," she offers instead.

The way that Chihaya immediately perks up brings her a sense of satisfaction so great that it resembles the rush she feels whenever she's successfully defended her title as Queen from anyone who dares come to challenge-- particularly if it's Chihaya.


***


They try hand-feeding each other.

The sun's out so the day's warm and mild, making it perfect weather for picnics. They find a spot under one of the many blooming sakura trees and settle down after setting a mat, and their bento on one of its side.

Chihaya's bento is made up of onigiri, small pork cutlets, octopus sausages and cherry tomatoes. Shinobu had gone for something lighter instead: a pack of red bean paste buns, all in circular Snowmaru shapes.

Here, Chihaya peers at one of them and it's obvious how much she wants to try it from the way her lips are mashed together, making them turn cherry-red. Before Chihaya can stall in asking any longer, Shinobu casually brings the bun and presses it to her mouth.

"Aah," Shinobu intones.

Chihaya opens her mouth obediently and closes her teeth around the bread.

(She tries to ignore the heat creeping along the back of her neck when her fingers brushes against Chihaya's chapped lips.)

"Your turn too!" Chihaya then exclaims, picking a sausage up with her chopsticks, and sails her hand towards Shinobu. In her haste, however, she ends up poking it against her girlfriend's nose instead. It slides down, leaving an oily track on her face.

Shinobu slowly surmises that this date is decidedly taking after a pattern of its own, one that would involve the both of them fumbling.

A lot.


***



Unsurprisingly, they do.


***


Lastly, they try kissing.

"In public?" Chihaya wants to confirm, ready for Shinobu to back out if she needs to, considering her auspicious background and the way the rest of society around them in the park might judge.

But Shinobu has long wanted to give no care to them, she wants to rebel in her own ways and carve her life in the way she truly desires.

She says of course and kisses Chihaya.

It's the only thing that doesn't go wrong during their date today; their silver lining.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C2, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: Cutoff Shorts
Word Count: 416

***

Taiga cuts his old jeans off after the rip at the knee tears across from seam to seam. Tatsuya raises his eyebrows, but Taiga doesn’t see anything wrong with it (people make fun of denim shorts, but they’re comfy as fuck, thanks very much, and Taiga knows how to work them with the right shirt and accessories).

He doesn’t hem them, and with every wash they get a little bit shorter, thread sliding off the open ends, getting his toes caught until he tears them off; they inch up his thighs and start edging toward inappropriate territory, but they’re still good to wear around the house.

“You might as well just go all the way now,” Tatsuya says one day, very not-subtly checking out Taiga’s ass (the fabric’s getting worn there, too; the color’s fading, but Taiga knows Tatsuya’s never found any issue with the way they fit him around the back).

“What?” says Taiga.

“Cut them into booty shorts.”

Tatsuya says it so matter-of-factly that Taiga almost chokes. “What?”

“They’re getting shorter,” says Tatsuya. “Though I have to admit I get a little more fond every time they do. I like your thighs; I like your ass. If it’s just the two of us, why don’t you show them off?”

He’s leaning over the kitchen table, fake-leering; Taiga rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well.”

“Well?” Tatsuya prompts.

“You’re just going to make me take them off again,” says Taiga (it’s a stupid complaint, but it’s all he’s got left).

Tatsuya pats his cheek. “I’ll only pull them down to your knees when I fuck you in them; how’s that?”

“Sounds pretty good,” says Taiga, imagining it now, the way Tatsuya’s already looking at him, pupil a little bit wider still, kissing him with hunger on his lips.

Taiga leans over and kisses Tatsuya now, across the table where he knows Tatsuya can’t reach his ass to pinch it, and—he hadn’t thought this plan through at all. Shit. He breaks the kiss.

“Hold on a sec.”

Tatsuya laughs as Taiga comes back around, cups Tatsuya’s face in his hands, kisses him harder, leaning in. Tatsuya makes him wait a little bit (not nice, as Taiga grumbles against Tatsuya’s lips and he smiles) but he does pinch Taiga’s ass through one pocket and then reach down to thumb the skin of Taiga’s thigh right below the current shitty excuse for a hemline.

Tatsuya’s right; it needs to be shorter like five seconds ago.

FILL: Team Eyeshield 21, B1, PG-13

[amisgurumis]

Ship: Akutsu/Dan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Survival Instinct
Word Count: 525

Comin' atcha with the last minute fills

***

Akutsu dragged himself across the battlefield, hand by hand past the rotting bodies of the other ronin who had fought and died alongside him. The battle had been for a pointless cause but the pay offered had been good; they had all taken the chance and luck had failed them. Now they were all dead and the blood Akutsu could still feel dripping down his hip said he would probably join them soon enough.

Unless, as something in his mind was saying, he could make it to the forest. He wasn't sure why all his instinct were screaming that he needed to be there; he just get there before all his blood drained out and onto the battlefield. Akutsu was a creature of feeling, not thought and he trusted his gut when it told him to do something.

So he crawled one painful handful of grass at a time until the greenery shifted to low leafy plants and shorter trees. A few feet further he managed to reach a tree with a trunk wide enough to prop himself against--and that was when his strength finally failed him. He pressed a hand to his side, and when he pulled it away his blurring vision showed it was still a bright, fresh red.

"You made it!" Suddenly there was a boy standing in front of Akutsu. The boy leaned in, putting his face close to Akutsu's side and clicking his tongue. "If you had taken much longer I'm not sure I'd be able to save you."

Akutsu groaned. His eyes fell shut and it was a struggle to open them again. "Save me..?"

"Yes." the boy placed one of his hands on Akitsu's forehead and the pain in his side suddenly dropped away. "I could feel the power of your soul the moment you arrived and I knew I wanted you then. And after the battle your will to survive just made you shine all the brighter."

The hand on Akutsu's forehead began to cool, providing more relief he hadn't known he needed.

"Just say yes and you can stay here with me forever. If you agree to become one of mine, the shadows of the forest will give you power, and all you'll have to do in return is offer guidance to those who wander within the borders of my forest to what they are seeking."

Akutsu coughed, and even through the cold he could feel the blood bubbling in his lungs. “And why should I...I trust anything you--you’re saying..?”

The hand pulled away from his forehead and the pain rushed back through him. “If you agree, you’ll never have to feel like this again.”

Akutsu coughed, gasping to catch his breath after. "Yes! Yes fine I agree, I’ll stay!"

And just like that, a wave of cold snapped through his body, and when it was gone it took all of Akutsu's pain with it. His vision cleared, and when the boy stepped away Akutsu stood without problem.

"Akutsu Jin, I welcome you to your new home. I am the god called Taichi, the guardian spirit of the Aokigahara, and now you belong to me."

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, C1, M

[yrindor]

This fill is so dark, and so good. The symbolism of the brand erasing the clan tattoo is great, as is Yuuta putting everything he has into not moving despite the pain, because he wants Mizuki's approval.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU, B1, G

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Ayase Chihaya/Wakamiya Shinobu
Fandom: Chihayafuru
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: when I'm with you everything makes sense. Everything is okay. Nothing hurts
Word Count: 494 words

waves again!!

***

"It's funny."

Shinobu turns to look at Chihaya, regards the look of wonder spreading slow across her face, as if she's just chanced upon a very important realisation and can't help but want to share it with someone.

(She supposes that that someone is her, this time.)

She's just helped Chihaya put her hair up in Snowmaru buns, the style Chihaya's been making moon eyes at ever since she first saw Shinobu compete wearing them. T-they wouldn't suit me! Chihaya had protested, weakly, as Shinobu ran her fingers through her soft, auburn hair; Shinobu only gave her a squint and said what are you so scared of? looking good?, and that shut her up, made her finally relent, with red blooms sitting high on Chihaya's cheekbones.

Now, she taps a finger on one of Chihaya's hair buns, testing its tensile strength. Satisfied when it doesn't unravel, she settles beside Chihaya again.

"What is?" She asks.

"You." Chihaya flashes wide eyes at her, her smile the kind of warm that makes Shinobu's heart do a weird little stutter. "It's funny how whenever I'm with you, I feel like…things could be alright."

"Really?" Shinobu blinks, clearly not expecting the topic of today's musing to be centred on her. Her fingers fidget against her lap. "How so?"

"In many ways!" Excited to have Shinobu reciprocrate the conversation, Chihaya spreads her arms in the air for as far as she can stretch, indicating anything and everything that falls within their distance is just how much Shinobu has, unwittingly, done for her. "When we practice together, I feel that it's okay to lose, every once in a while. It sucks then, but!" One of her hands comes down as a fist pump. "I know I'll get you back for it later, that I'll have my share of wins as well."

"Hah, we'll see about that." Shinobu tries to hide how piqued she is by Chihaya's train of thoughts with a vicious smile, very much bent on not giving an inch no matter whether it'll be their next training session or a Queen's title match.

"Not just that, being with you, talking with you, just-- just anything with you makes me feel so much better," Chihaya continues, now on a roll. Her words do not waver and neither does the joy on her face. "University doesn't scare me as much as it used to because you're here, because I come back to you at the end of the day and you're there waiting for me, to listen and to hold me. Karuta is always all the more fun, too, when it's you who's facing me on the other side."

Chihaya takes a deep breath then in a bid to steady herself.

Shinobu keeps quiet for a whole minute, letting silence fall comfortably around them.

"I see." She says, slowly. "It's funny too, I guess."

Chihaya tilts her head inquiringly.

She smiles. "How you make everything feel okay for me, too."

FILL: Team Eyeshield 21, B2, PG

[amisgurumis]

Ship: Akutsu/Dan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: minor violence again I guess..? also stealing is bad, don't do it kids
Square: Unexpected Turn
Word Count: 741

***

Dan Taichi ran as fast as his short legs could carry him; unfortunately, that was only fast enough to barely keep him ahead of his followers. His speed had him making enough noise that he couldn't hide, and if she slowed he would surely be caught.

He caught sight of a deer trail, leading away from the main forest trail, and without a second thought he turned and starting running down it instead. The sounds behind him stopped, just long enough to give him a little more of a lead and maybe a chance to escape from the brigands who were determined to steal his delivery. The crashing in the brush started up again, and Dan pushed himself harder to keep running.

"Hey kid, what's the rush?"

Dan skidded to a halt, almost crashing into a giant tree that suddenly split the path he was following in two. He ducked around the tree to try to hide, and then looked around to see who was trying to speak to him. There was nobody on the ground or in the forest immediately around him.

"Up here."

Dan had just enough time to look up and see a humanoid shape reclining in the branches above him, before he was interrupted by someone grabbing the back of his collar and dragging him out of his hiding place.

"Found you Dan. And that means you get to share today's delivery with us," one of the men said as he reached forward.

Dan hugged the paper wrapped package close to his chest and tried to shy away. "No, this is a gift! it's not right for you to keep stealing from the mayor's mother like this!'

"She's just a senile old lady, what she doesn’t know won't hurt her."

The second man grabbed hold of the package and Dan yanked it away as best the could.

"Oh. I see now." There was a rustle from the branches above them, and then a person dropped down onto the back of the man holding onto Dan. Dan pressed back against the tree as the men who had been chasing him were both beat backwards, and then literally thrown back down the path they had all come.

When it turned around, Dan got his first real look at one of the monsters his grandmother had always warned him lived deep in the forest--the monsters that liked to snatch up and steal unsuspecting children who strayed from the path.

This one looked mostly human, but for the deathly pale skin and yellow eyes that were watching him carefully. His hair was a steel gray, a color nobody this monster's apparent age should have, but after another few seconds of staring, Dan noticed the short pair of curling horns peeking between the strands.

"Uh…" Dan hugged the package against his chest and shuffled slowly forward.

The demon yawned and Dan saw that his mouth was filled with pointed teeth unlike any human he had ever seen.

"…can I go?" Dan shuffled another few steps forward freezing immediately when yellow eyes snapped to his and held his gaze.

The demon yawned again, breaking the staring contest. "You look like you wouldn't offer any challenge, and I certainly don't want you here. Leave." it waved a hand lazily behind it in the direction of the deer path.

Dan nodded slowly and shuffled around it, stepping off of the path to give it a wide berth when it didn’t move. He was almost free and back on his way when a hand closed tightly on his shoulder. Dan froze immediately, and when he turned his head he found the demon's face barely a hand's width away from his own.

Dan jerked away with a shout, and the demon smiled widely at his reaction. One clawed hand shot out to pluck the package out of his arms, and the other let go to allow Dan to stumble farther away.

"My protection isn't free. I will take this as payment and you may go."

Unwilling to argue, Dan nodded rapidly a few times and then turned and charged away down the trail. He could hear the crinkling of paper behind him as he ran, a sound that was soon drowned out by his footsteps crashing through the growth.

When he reached the main path his original pursuers were nowhere to be seen.

Dan breathed a deep breath, and finally wondered if anyone would believe his story.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU, C1, G

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Ayase Chihaya/Wakamiya Shinobu
Fandom: Chihayafuru
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: poetry fill
Square: it's either both of us or neither
Word Count: 20 lines

Bingo!

***

The flick
of a card across the
room sends
the smallest breeze
past your fingertips.

She looks
upon you, daring
you to move
and steal what's rightfully
hers-- if you can,
that is.

The reader inhales; your
hearing sharpens.

Like twin knives,
you're poised
in front of
each other and
you think: both
or neither, just as our
hearts willed.

Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU, B1, G

[greenowl]

These are so cute...oh no...I don't know this anime but I'm so sold thanks ou

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: Sequins / Glitter
Word Count: 406

***

Tatsuya’s dragged him to frat parties on both of their campuses (how he knows all the brothers from all the frats at Taiga’s school Taiga doesn’t know, especially because he’s never even met most of them before a hasty introduction as Tatsuya drags them over to the drinks and gets them both some sort of overly-sweet cocktails and they drink until they find a dark corner to press against each other and make it look like an accident and maybe, Taiga thinks, they could just do this at home) and house parties in overpacked off-campus houses, like the ones they’d been to in high school only no danger of parents and a few more drugs they’re not allowed to have because of the NCAA rules. But this rave, at some 18+ club downtown, is definitely something else.

For one, there’s giltter everywhere; it’s coating Taiga's skin and he's not sure he’s ever going to be able to wash it off; it’s a good thing Tatsuya had told him to dress like trash because these clothes are unsalvageable, from the glitter and the sweat from the unforgiving stuffiness of the place. Taiga’s pretty sure there’s glitter in his hair, stuck between his teeth, on his tongue; he probably swallows some when he takes a jello shot Tatsuya hands him (somehow coaxed out of a bartender even though the black Xs drawn on his hands are so prominent above the glowsticks on his wrists).

And Tatsuya himself practically glows, tossing back jello shots, his shorts a little too small for him but clinging in all the right places, getting appreciative nods from people walking by, and fuck it. Taiga grabs him around the waist, watching his eye get a little wider, the glitter caught on his eyelashes flash against the low lighting, the sparkles in his hair glint and his pale, sweaty skin illuminate the room.

Maybe Taiga’s a little drunk already; maybe these shots were made from, like, vodka concentrate or something. But Tatsuya doesn’t complain when Taiga pushes his tongue into his mouth, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol in Tatsuya’s mouth, the sweet jello and whipped cream, the texture of the glitter.

“You’re so fucking,” Taiga starts, but he forgets where that thought is going; Tatsuya’s fingers are knotted in Taiga’s hair, pressing at his scalp, and the whole fucking club could catch fire right about now and Taiga wouldn’t give a shit.

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A1, M

[yrindor]

Will Mizuki ever learn not to threaten something Fuji cares about? All signs point to no. And Fuji is cold and calculating enough that his revenge will always be brutal.

While I don't see it being something Fuji would want himself, I can also definitely see him looking at the situation and realizing the only way to keep Yuuta alive is giving Yuuta a Mizuki-replacement figure (and taking that role himself, because at least he won't lose his little brother). So yes, maybe this was the kinder end for Yuuta, as bad as it is.

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, A2, G

[beltenebra]

Ship: Bokuto/Kuroo
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: stressed student Kuroo, awesome af music, Bokuto's arms.
Square: can u stop listening to ur (sweet af) music so loudly thank
Word Count: 612

I love this whole board so much!!! XD

***

Kuroo woke up far too early for a Sunday to the pulse of an excellent bass line. The clock informed him that it was nine thirteen am. That was just wrong. Most days he had to be out of bed and coherent before eight. He’d been hoping to sleep in until ten or eleven at least. But if he had no choice but to be awake, he supposed that ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ was a pretty good morning jam.

Kuroo loved almost everything about his new apartment. It was close enough to campus to walk to class, reasonably priced, and had lots of natural light. From the people that he’d met so far there seemed to be a decent mix of older students and young professionals in the building.

He figured his downstairs neighbor must be a student like him given that they always seemed to be home around the same times as he was. Kuroo had a love-hate relationship with the mysterious neighbor. Well, specifically said neighbor’s music.

It was good music. Kuroo imagined there were very few people who liked the same mixture of upbeat punk, indulgent pop, American rock of all types, dance music, and older folk music, that Kuroo himself favored. The Jimmy Buffet had been a pretty big surprise. The problem was never the playlists, it was that there were usually played at what anyone would consider to be excessive volume - thumping up through the floor like the world’s best dance club. Every time he told himself that he should go down and say something and every time he talked himself out of it. ‘Maybe it’s not so bad.

He made it to the middle of finals week before he snapped. He liked ONE OK ROCK as much as anyone but his vision kept blurring over the long lists of scientific terms he needed to memorize and he’d had enough coffee to be vibrating out of his chair. The next song must be one of neighbor-san’s favorites because when it started the volume increased a few impossible notches.

That was it, he couldn’t take another study night headache. He marched down the hall and stomped down the steps, banging on the door of 2B with a thunderous expression. Kuroo noticed several things simultaneously about the guy who opened the door. He had ridiculous hair and beautiful golden brown eyes, a muscle tee that revealed arms and shoulders that ought to be illegal, and the brightest grin Kuroo had ever seen. He felt his own frown clearing immediately.

“Hi! You must be Kuroo-san.”

“Um, yeah. I am. How did you know that?”

Neighbor-san’s smile turned sheepish and crap, it was adorable. “ I saw you a couple of times and asked around. I’m Bokuto.”

Kuroo took the offered hand react visibly to the strength of his grip.

“The music’s too loud, huh? I’m sorry, I always think to myself I should turn it down and then I get sidetracked.”

It was true that Kuroo had stormed down here specifically to bitch about the volume of Bokuto’s music but suddenly it was the last thing he wanted to do.

“It is a little loud, but come on, who could listen to this song quietly?”

Bokuto lit up like the sun and oh man, Kuroo was so screwed.

“Right?! Hey, I’ve got coffee and tea and stuff. Do you want to come in and hang out?”

Did he ever, it was probably a good time for a break anyway. He followed Bokuto into the familiar layout of his living room and mentally added a pair of noise cancelling headphones to his Amazon shopping list.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B3, T

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: mention of sexual content
Other Tags: angst (unhappy/unresolved ending)
Square: break-ups (good or bad)
Word Count: 600

bingo!

***

It's Oikawa's idea to return to their hometown for the summer break. "Tokyo is stifling," he says, even thought Ushijima knows that he loves it here—loves the lights, the noise, the constant bustle of people that Ushijima does not necessarily enjoy, but can learn to, if Oikawa is beside him. "Don't you think so, Ushiwaka-chan?"

Disagreeing with Oikawa when he is on one of his tangents is futile, and it is not as if Ushijima needs convincing to spend time somewhere he misses dearly. Fast forward a week, and they're finding a spot on the riverbank to rest their feet, sore from walking around on wooden slippers, and to watch the scheduled firework show. They light up the sky, and Oikawa's face, when he turns towards Ushijima.

"How romantic of you to bring me here," he says, and before Ushijima can correct that it was Oikawa's idea, not his, Oikawa is kissing him for the first time.

-

Being with Oikawa is not unlike the setting of their first kiss—loud and vibrant, while simultaneously intimate in the dark, as if there's a whole universe to see but Ushijima can only look at one bright star. Oikawa has made a poet out of him, it seems.

Oikawa has made him into many things.

Realistically, he knows that he has gotten by all these years just fine on his own, but now he also knows that there's a better, more improved version of himself that comes out when Oikawa is around. One that is patient, to keep up with Oikawa's nebulous nature; one that is persistent, as much as Oikawa is stubborn. One that loves harder, and smiles more.

One that idly traces the points on Oikawa's palm when they are lying together in bed, whispering secrets, and thinks meant to be.

-

If his relationship with Oikawa is a firework, bright and all-encompassing, then it also fades like one, on an early Tuesday morning.

The sun hasn't risen yet, and Ushijima is walking on quiet streets after Oikawa had kicked him out of his own apartment after a fight. They've become more frequently lately, when Ushijima's patience runs too thin when Oikawa is too mercurial. Ushijima thinks this will resolve itself, like all the other ones have: he'll return to the apartment, they'll have the angry, desperate makeup sex Oikawa is too proud to admit he likes, and the dust will settle until another mood swing stirs it up again.

He doesn't expect Oikawa to call, nor for his voice to sound so curt and final. "I don't think this is working out, Ushijima," he says, and that one, that last word, is what cracks across Ushijima's spine and makes him stand up straighter. "Don't be in such a hurry to come back; I won't be here when you do."

Oikawa hangs up, but Ushijima still has his phone to his ear, willing Oikawa to call again, say that it's a prank of some sort. He thinks of their most recent kiss (last night, after Oikawa had thanked him for cooking dinner, and before the argument started) and can't wrap his mind around the fact that it's the last.

He cant. He won't.

There is a version of himself that is better with Oikawa and it can't possibly amount to just this: to him, his fingertips pressed to his eyes and his sobs reined in as he listens to the monotonous static of the dead line. To him, alone at a bus stop at dawn, as the world rearranges around this new reality, feeling bigger and smaller at the same time.

FILL: Team Eyeshield 21, B3, PG

[amisgurumis]

Ship: Akutsu & Dan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: demons? mixing western and eastern references
Square: Deal with the Devil
Word Count: 579

Sorry I didn't edit this one (deal with it)

***

“I want a friend.”

Akutsu Jin, high demon of hell and once of the current overseers of the innermost circle of torture, blinked slowly at the child standing across from him.

“You what?”

The boy squared his shoulders and then cross his arms, trying and failing to appear larger than he was.

Akutsu stared for a moment, then he snorted once. Twice. Honest to hell let out a giggle, and the power of his mirth just kept growing from there until he was rolling on the dirt path he had been summoned to and laughing his infernal butt off.

Because he was an asshole, Akutsu kept it up far longer than he needed to, but really the kid needed to know what he was getting himself into by summoning of the hell-folk.

“So, so, let me make sure I have my facts right. You, Dan Taichi, first year high school student, did enough research to summon a demon to do your bidding. But not just that, you researched enough to be able to summon a demon at the crossroads at high noon using the bones of your ancestors, and a strong enough lord of hell that you could literally ask for anything? And you want a friend?”

Akutsu starting laughing again.

When he propped himself back up to look at the boy once more, his big blue eyes were watering and his lower lip was wavering dangerously.

“Oh my--by the infernal lord may he forever reign in hellfire, don’t you dare start crying.” Akutsu became serious because if the tears of an innocent got involved in this spell he was probably doomed to serve the damn kid forever. “Look, kid. I’m not sure how you got lucky or powerful enough at western magic summon me, but I’m here until you choose to release me.”

The boy blinked, and then suddenly was beaming at him. Akutsu cursed himself quietly because he had probably just screwed himself over by revealing information his summoner didn’t have.

“Okay. It’s nice to meet you..?”

“Akutsu.”

“Akutsu, nice to meet you! You can call me Dan.” Dan extended one hand in the western fashion, and damned if Akutsu didn’t reach out to return the greeting. His sharp nails scraped over Dan’s palm as he pulled it back, and he examined them to see if he had managed to drawn any blood.

He hadn’t, curse his thrice damned luck.

“Okay Akutsu. Can I explain what I want a little more?”

Akutsu stared for a moment, and nodded slowly.

“So, I guess friend might not be the right word for what I want. I need someone to sort of be a friend, but also scare off all the people at school who have decided I’m an easy target for bullying. I just want a peaceful and pleasant highschool life, you know?”

Akutsu’s answering grin was more than sinister enough. He snapped his fingers and in a puff of brimstone ash his horns and tail disappeared, his lord’s garments were changed out for an improperly sloppy school uniform, and his usually gray skin turned to something that would just be considered almost unnaturally pale. “Well, Dan, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Scaring peons is something I’m quite good at.”

He sauntered off down the trail, leading the way back to the school grounds.

Behind him, Dan Taichi covered his smile and followed.

Re: FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, B3, G

[yrindor]

Heh, I've spent probably far too long thinking about the relation between power and sacrifice in TeniPuri. It definitely comes out most clearly for Yukimura and Ryouma, but I see a lot of it for Fuji as well (and also why Tezuka keeps losing his important matches). Thanks for the prompt that gave me the chance to play with the concept more.

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, A3, G

[directorenno]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: supernatural elements
Square: diagon alley
Word Count: 540

i love returning to the hp world. also posted here

***

Whispering to herself, Hitoka drags her fingers over the covers of several piles of books. She skims over the titles as she squirms her way through the crowd. Shopping in Flourish and Blotts is a fool’s errand this time of summer, the shop is simply packed. Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms, Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms, Magical Hiero - there it is.

Wrestling two copies for Kei and herself, Hitoka sighs and checks over the supplies list again. Their new Defence Against the Dark Arts books are with Tadashi and Tobio has their Potions and Care of Magical Creatures books. That leaves just their Herbology and Arithmancy textbooks.

Hitoka startles as the sharp sting of someone’s elbow digs into her back.

“Sorry,” she hears Tobio’s voice struggle from above her, “I found those Standard Book of Spells books you wanted, the Grade 4 ones.”

Turning around, Hitoka smiles and reaches for Tobio’s hand so she can drag him to one of the less crowded corners.

“Did you get copies for Kei and Shouyou as well?” she asks.

Tobio’s face sours, eyebrows furrowing together and lips curling as his expression darkens. Hitoka places her hands on her hips.

“I did, I did,” he says quickly. “Although I still don’t see why when they get to gawk at the new Nimbus and I’m stuck here at Fl-”

Tadashi chooses that exact moment to reappear from his own obstacle course adventure through the shop, thudding one of his books to the back of Tobio’s head. Tobio reaches for it, rubbing his hand over where it hurts.

“It can’t be helped that we ran into their team captains,” Tadashi says, dropping his books one by one in Tobio’s basket. “Besides, I’m sure they’ll stock up on broomcare supplies for us too.”

Turning to Hitoka, he adds, “I found those Herbology books we needed too.”

Hitoka gives him a quick nod, then turns back to Tobio. Her fingers are locked around his as she rocks back and forth on the ball of her feet.

“You should’ve gone with them, Tobio,” she says.

Tadashi crowds closer to dig his fingers into Tobio’s hair, scritching through the strands and mussing them up. A fond, goofy smile itches at the corners of his lips.

“Although we like having you with us.”

Hitoka likes the way Tobio’s cheeks flame dark red, burning all the way down to his neck. The same warmth burns in Hitoka’s chest too; it swells and swells and brightens her smile until it turns goofy too. She squeezes the hand in Tobio’s hold and finds he squeezes back.

Once they’ve found all the books on their supply list, paid for them and tucked them away in Tadashi’s bottomless backpack, Hitoka stands in the middle of diagon alley’s crowd, crossing off the items from her list.

She still needs a new moon chart and all five of them could do with a stocky refill of their potions-making kit - but nothing on the list is so dire that they couldn’t make a tiny detour first.

Grabbing her boyfriends’ hands in hers - Tadashi’s in her left and Tobio’s in her right - Hitoka tugs them forwards and off to Quality Quidditch Supplies.

“Well then, let’s go give that new Nimbus a look.”

Re: FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, B3, T

[yrindor]

I'm glad it rang true for you. I definitely had the sense that Sanada was starting to burn out when we first meet him in canon, so I wanted to explore that more. And I'm glad you liked Kirihara's cameo; I added him just for you =D

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, B1, G

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Shirakawa Katsuyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: Vending machine
Word Count: None

HI REPOST BC I AM A DUMB AND GOT MY SQUARE IN THE TITLE WRONG OOPS

***

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, B2, G

[yrindor]

Aaaahhhhhh, this is so sweet! Thank you!

I love how you've inverted the more obvious dynamic here with Kenma being the one noticed for his muscles and Kai being the one noticed for his observational skills. And they're both so soft and sweet together too. I love it!

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, C1, G

[yrindor]

*quiet happy yelling noises*

I love everything about this!!! Baby Kinjou playing with Kaidou, and Inui looking at them both so fondly, and Inui's wedding ring. It's so sweet, and happy, and nostalgic! Thank you so much!

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, B2, G

[plume_sombre]

Ship: Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fluff, travel
Square: B2, "world travel date"
Word Count: 499

:D

***

Aone has never been fond of moving, he much prefers staying in one place and get acquainted with its surroundings until he knows them like the back of his hand. He's literally down-to-earth, physically and mentally. Unlike him, Hinata can't stay still for more than one second, always tugging him in every direction with a big smile on his lips and Aone can't say no to this bundle of raw positive energy. Futakuchi told him he is way too soft when it comes to his boyfriend, and Aone can't deny it.
(Futakuchi then rolls his eyes at how mushy this is.)

Hinata wanted to travel, once he was done with the volleyball season. The national team still practices hard during off-season, so Aone suspects that the coach and Kageyama told Hinata to stop pushing himself if he doesn't want to end up with a permanent injury. Maybe this played a role in his decision to agree to a trip they haven't really planned, but if it's Hinata, it's alright.

They start small; they travel within Japan, go to Osaka to eat delicious okonomiyaki, visit the old town of Kyoto, decide to feed the deers in Nara, see the many ice sculptures in Sapporo, relax in Beppu's hot springs, and they even head to the beach in Okinawa. Hinata is excited wherever they go, making noises and pointing at everything and taking photos, of what he sees and of them in front of different landmarks. The storage in their phones gets full quickly and they have to make several folders in the computer they brought. Aone feels free, basking in the sheer happiness his boyfriend is radiating with, and his heart is light, making the most of these moments that will become precious memories. Hinata is pulling faces at the camera and Aone grins at the photos. They record themselves doing activities and laugh at how bad they are at it (their snowman crumbled within seconds).

They go abroad too, despite Hinata not knowing a lick of English and Aone not expressing much through scattered English. They fumble with the maps and the panels that tell them where to go, eat whatever sounds or looks familiar before testing the more original dishes (snails? chocolate pasta? pistachio and rose ice cream?), and they get to admire all the beautiful landscapes and the different urban settings that blow their minds. The world is so much bigger than what they are used to, they learn ways of living that surprise them or make them ponder on their own. It's almost a self-discovery.

Aone doesn't like moving much, but seeing Hinata so bright is worth everything. They hold hands while walking in the streets, stop at night under a sky full of stars to share a kiss and make a wish. Hinata thanks him for following him in the unknown, and Aone smiles and says he will follow him anywhere. It's cheesy and they both know it so they laugh, but it's nonetheless true.

Fill: team otabek altin/yuri plisetsky, C1, G

[marks]

Ship: Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio & Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi & Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: None
Square: the sorting hat
Word count: 429

listen i have reasons everyone's in the same house, but they're not worth going into here. just know that i've never met a fictional character outside of harry potter that i couldn't justify for at LEAST two houses, if not three or all four.

***

Hinata wished his name wasn’t called so early. Besides growing up in the Muggle world and feeling like he was swept up into a dream, he was going before everyone he wanted to avoid. First, there was that mean blond glasses guy that he met on the train, and his annoying freckled buddy who laughed at everything. Half the stuff he laughed at wasn’t even funny! Then, there was that angry boy he met when his mom and Natsu took him into Diagon Alley, the dark-haired kid who saw Hinata’s accidental burst of magic in Madam Malkin’s and spotted the crow-shaped birthmark on his arm and asked, “Where the heck did you get that?” Hinata didn’t know much about the magical world, but he knew he didn’t want to be in the same house as them. Hogwarts was for seven years! Imagine having to live with those jerks for that long.

The lady teacher with a stern-looking expression gave him a look over her eyeglasses and sat him down in front of everyone. Hinata shut his eyes and when the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, it started to talk! Inside his head!

“Uwahhhh,” Hinata said excitedly, and the hat said, “Well, definitely not Ravenclaw.”

The hat seemed stuck between two houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Hinata remembered the angry boy in the robe shop saying his whole family was in Slytherin, and all the families of the kids he knew. Hinata shook his head and, sure as anything, thought, “Not Slytherin!”

“Gryffindor!” the hat yelled, and Hinata went to take his seat with the red and gold tables full of cheering kids. He was all-smiles when he sat down. This house looked like fun! And brave! Finally, some place he thought he might belong. He had friends at home, sure, but they all thought he was a little intense and weird and didn’t know why he didn’t just want to play basketball or soccer like everyone else. A second-year with a stripe of blond in his hair thumped him on the back and asked if he liked Quidditch.

“What’s that?” Hinata asked.

“Oh man,” the kid said. “Just the best game in the whole wide world. I’m a Seeker! You’ll love it!”

Hinata was in for whatever it was.

Of course, ten minutes later, Kageyama, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi were all put into Gryffindor, too, all the boys in his house for the new first year class, and Hinata was a little grumpy about that. Well, at least the nervous-looking little blonde girl sitting next to him seemed nice.

Re: FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, B2, G

[yrindor]

I'm glad you liked it! I love little domestic study dates, especially for these two (and especially before they've really figured out just how much they're starting to care about one another).

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, B2, G

[mousapelli]

Ship: Victor/Yuuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: body image issues, boyfriends tagging you on all his SNS like a jerk
Square: u kno ur real pretty to. cameras arnt very nice sometimes
Word Count: 666

Everybody loves Yuuri's off-season body except for Yuuri. Canon.

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Between Victor and Yuri, Yuuri's life in St. Petersburg was nothing if not well-documented. Victor seemingly never got tired of taking shots of the two of them in every place he wanted to show Yuuri in the city, even though the pictures were 95% filled with their faces and thus the places themselves were basically indistinguishable from each other. Even on their couch at home, Yuuri would look up from a book when Victor threw himself on the couch with as little grace as Makkachin, half in Yuuri's lap and phone already out.

"Could you warn me?" Yuuri asked in exasperation, eyeing his startled face on Victor's screen with a frown.

"Why? Your natural reactions are so cute." Victor hummed approval and then flipped the camera and shot another one of Yuuri frowning at him.

"Victor!" Yuuri snapped. Victor laughed and dropped his phone, pushing himself up to kiss Yuuri in apology, even though they both knew he wasn't even a little bit sorry, until the origin of the situation was pushed out Yuuri's mind.

Yuri tended to document in the 3rd person, snapping shots of them from behind while shopping, or chatting together in the corner at the rink, or if he was being particularly like a teenager, coming around corners with his camera up on the off chance he'd get an embarrassing shot of them making out. It had only happened once, in their own kitchen no less, but Yuri had blown up to thousands of likes in an hour and he was always angling to repeat the attention.

So Yuuri should have been inured to the situation, especially after having lived with Phichit for all that time, but by halfway through the off season, he winced every time Victor turned the phone to show him the two of them.

They were in a cafe one afternoon, having coffee, when Yuuri reached his limit.

"Victor, can you not post that?" Yuuri asked quietly. Victor hummed, which meant he hadn't really heard; Yuuri reached to touch fingers to the back of Victor's hand. "Victor. I mean it."

Victor looked up, thumbs hovering over his phone, head tilted. "Hm? Why not? You're so—"

"Don't say cute." Yuuri was staring down at his coffee, and he knew he was blushing. "It's, you know, off season. So I'm. Like this." He flicked a glance up to see Victor staring at him in obvious confusion. "You know, chubby."

"You know I love your off season body," Victor said, using his Yuuri Be Reasonable voice.

"And that's great and all," Yuuri rushed to say, because it was, and he was glad Victor liked it because he was stuck with it forever. "But could you not document it all over the internet? I look so…" Yuuri trailed off.

"You look happy," Victor said decisively. "And everybody knows the camera adds ten pounds and it's very sexy when your cheekbones look like they could cut glass, but I'd rather have a thousand pictures of you with the sun pouring in that window sipping a hot chocolate like it's the best-tasting thing in the world. Besides me, of course."

"Victor!" Yuuri exclaimed, cheeks flaming now.

"Come on, let me post it, it's so good!" Victor slid his chair around the round table to bump shoulders with Yuuri. "Your fans always leave me cute comments about pinching your cheeks and getting a man who can do both."

"Oh my god," Yuuri muttered, but he let Victor coax his head down onto Victor's shoulder and held out his phone for another selfie. Sighing in defeat, Yuuri pushed Victor's arm up so the angle was from above. "Neck flab."

"Ah, yes, quite right," Victor murmured, snapping the shot and pulling it in to examine it. "Ah, no, wait, you can see my thinning spot—"

"IT'S FINE," Yuuri sang, snatching Victor's phone out of his hand and hitting post in revenge for this whole thing, laughing when Victor slumped against the table in depressed mode.