sportsanime | Bonus Round 3: FSTs

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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

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

Profess your love for your favorite ships with the power of song! In this round, we ask you to create fan soundtracks and use them as inspiration for new fanwork.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
Remember to 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)
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. (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.) <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> <a href="">song title here</a>	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] 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!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <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>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"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ 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, [RATING] 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!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <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>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"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ 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 each (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

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).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

i knew i loved you - savage garden
the search is over - survivor
can't fight this feeling - reo speedwagon

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

nagareboshi (shooting star) - flumpool (translation)
hana ni nare (become a flower) - flumpool (translation)
harukaze (spring wind) - flumpool (translation)

FLUMPOOL

Re: PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

cherrysalmon - 2017-06-27 01:19 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

earlgrey_milktea - 2017-06-27 09:03 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

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Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

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Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

ellipsometry - 2017-06-27 20:06 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

earlgrey_milktea - 2017-06-28 17:12 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: iwaizumi/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

wherever you will go - the calling
the man who can't be moved - the script
you and me - lifehouse

Ship: iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mild angst?
Word Count: 540

oikawa doesn't even show up in this sorry; spilled a little too much poetry in this one

***

Oikawa has always been moving forwards in a straight line, steadily, readily, without hesitation, without looking back. He strides ahead with his head lifted high and large eyes bright with determination. He’s absolutely beautiful when he’s going after his heart’s desires, and Hajime has always been captivated by this boy.

Except Oikawa moves with an unstoppable force, forwards, forwards, pushing harder and faster until he’s always walking on edges, running towards the horizons he will stop at nothing to conquer. Hajime has grown up believing he would always orbit around this star of a boy, but somewhere between the twists and turns of seventeen and those brightly lit orange courts, Hajime realized his centre of gravity has changed. While Oikawa continued onwards, racing farther and farther away, Hajime remained.

And one day, Hajime finds himself alone.

Oikawa’s bags were packed and train ticket booked, only a brief hug and flimsy promise to stay in touch and then he was gone. Their friendship is strong enough to withstand the long distance between them, but Hajime isn’t quite so sure that he himself is.

He wakes up late for the fourth day in a row. His alarm continues to scream, but Hajime can’t find the will the reach over and shut it off. He’s not sure what day it is. Only that it’s been too long since Oikawa was gone.

When Hajime manages to roll out of bed, it’s too late to go to class. He sits there, hair a mess and morning stubble itchy on his skin, staring down at his phone. His lockscreen is still that stupid selfie Oikawa took on their graduation trip, the one where their faces are smushed together and Hajime’s eyes are barely open and Oikawa’s peace sign is taking over half the photo—but Oikawa’s smiling wide, brown eyes sparkling, spelling out happiness for the world to see.

Hajime really misses that smile. It’s not the same through his laptop screen.

He wonders what it would be like if he had decided to go with Oikawa. If he’d tried a little harder, chased him down like he used to, when they were still scabby-kneed brats, with a bug in hand and wild summer energy driving him forwards until Oikawa’s shirt is fisted underneath him. If Hajime had been a little braver, followed the burning fire within his chest when Oikawa told him he was moving across the country, and told him, I’ll go with you. I’ll follow you wherever you will go.

But Hajime didn’t. And Oikawa never asked him to.

So now here he is, in this crappy little apartment because he’s afraid that if he moved, his feet might just carry him to Oikawa, never mind how they’re both grown now and they both lead separate lives. He doesn’t dare move because what if Oikawa changes his mind? What if he comes back? Comes back to me. Hajime can only keep up with Oikawa’s various social media accounts and the tv, respond to Oikawa’s emoticon-punctuated texts when the guy finds the time to send them.

Oikawa has always been a one-way train, the mysterious asteroid speeding across the sky, taking the universe by storm.

But Hajime—Hajime has only ever known how to stay.

Edited 2017-06-28 03:21 (UTC)

Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

wino - 2017-06-30 11:05 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

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Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

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Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

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Ship: murasakibara/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

sugar - maroon 5
your body is a wonderland - john mayer
candy store - faber drive
come on get higher - matt nathanson
linger - the cranberries

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Murasakibara's oral fixation
Word Count: 525

***

here

Ship: (Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu)/Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, mentions of terrorism/war, it's the 80s, did it for the meme

Prompt: CIPHER the video soundtrack
Against All Odds - Phil Collins
Footloose - Kenny Loggins
I Don't Like - Mescaline Drive
Kamikaze - Thompson Twins
Let's Hear It for the Boy - Deniece Williams

Ship: aomine/kise
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

nobody puts baby in the corner - fall out boy
dirty little secret - all-american rejects
secret love song - little mix

Ship: Aomine/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 431 words

Minor discussion of homophobia in the pro sports scene, secret relationships, jealousy.

***

“Kise!” One of the women waiting outside the store shrieked, thrusting a microphone in his face with a wide, hopeful smile. “Is it true that you and Riko are dating?”

“What?” Kise paused, resting the bag of groceries on his hip. His disguise of hipster glasses, a scarf and a hat clearly weren’t good enough to go out in public without the paparazzi finding him.

(Later, Momoi would point out to him that he’d worn nearly that exact outfit in the August Vogue shoot and Kise would realize where he’d gotten the inspiration for it from.)

He usually had a strict ‘do-not-engage’ policy with the paparazzi but he’d met Riko’s father. No way was he giving the man an excuse to come after him!

“No, no, we’re just friends. From high school.” The last addition was made quickly. See? They were long-term friends. Absolutely nothing suspicious.

“Ahhh. So a schoolyard romance is being rekindled?” The reporter beamed at him knowingly. For some reason, Kise had observed, a disproportionate number of the reporters that attacked him were female.

“No,” Kise said again, as firmly as he could while still remaining charming. “No romance whatsoever.”

“Kise, you’re much too handsome to be single,” the reporter practically cooed. The familiar click of camera phones taking photos of the scene was ignored by Kise as he started walking towards his car.

He couldn’t tell them he wasn’t single. Instead, he waved from the window of the car with one of his best smiles as he drove past them. “Have a nice weekend.”

*

KISE DENIES LOVE AFFAIR WITH RIKO!
CHILDHOOD ROMANCE REKINDLED!
KISE WON’T SAY HE’S IN LOVE
OLD FRIENDS AND LOVERS!

*

The newspaper, magazine and Internet headlines were all sent to him by Momoi along with a scolding on how he should never, ever talk to the paparazzi alone! Kise cringed slightly as he read her email. She was the best sports manager in the business, possibly due to her years of experience with managing Aomine, but her sharp tongue even carried through over text.

And he’d thought Kasamatsu was harsh!

The e-mail ended with the ominous postscript: And call Dai-chan! He knows it’s nothing but it’ll be good for him to hear it from you.

Kise sighed and picked up his cellphone. This was the third time this season he would had to swear to Aomine that he wasn’t involved with anyone and didn’t even want anyone except Aomine!

Sometimes he thought it might just be easier to come out. At least then the rumors would end.

(But so would their careers.)

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

wino - 2017-06-30 11:07 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

hyalinee - 2017-06-29 04:38 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

wino - 2017-06-30 11:13 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

hyalinee - 2017-07-01 03:21 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: abuse (domestic abuse, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse), sexual content
Other Tags: angst, allusions to war, infidelity, breakups, miscommunication, they're really just not honest??

Prompt:
My man is married but not to me - Camille
one day he'll dump her/for 100 percent sure i'm better than her
Erase Me - Ben Folds Five
erase me/so you don't have to face me
My Ugly Mouth - Meg&Dia
wanna tell you i love you/all i'm hearing is monsters saying/"get out, get out, get out."
Is It Any Wonder? - Keane
oh, these days, after all the misery you made/is it any wonder that i feel afraid?/is it any wonder that i feel betrayed?

Ship: Ushijima/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 704 words

Not sure what I set out to write but this wasn’t it. Warnings for violence, dubcon, sexual assault, lack of proper communication, infidelity.

***

There’s lipstick on Ushijima’s collar and Oikawa has no right to complain. He’s not Ushijima’s wife, he’s not the one who does the laundry.

But he’s never been good at keeping his mouth shut either.

“So is this your wife’s or do you have another piece on the side?” He teases, pulling the collar away from the shirt so that Ushijima can see the faint smudge of berry red.

“It’s my wife’s,” Ushijima confirms, large hands resting on Oikawa’s hips while Oikawa undoes Ushijima’s shirt.

How typical of Ushijima to not deny that he might have other lovers on the side.

Oikawa bites Ushijima’s throat out of vexation while undoing the shirt buttons and running his hands over the wide expanse of Ushijima’s smooth chest. Since high school, Ushijima’s only gotten bigger and more cut. When Oikawa cups his hands under Ushijima’s pecs, he can feel the ridge of muscle as clearly as Ushijima’s hipbones. They practically glisten under the soft lights that Oikawa likes for the bedroom, massive slabs of muscle that feel as hard as marble under Oikawa’s hands.

Ushijima’s nipples are large, almost aggressively sticking out from the dark circles of his areola. Oikawa loves to chew on them like candy, take them between his teeth and gnaw until they’re so tender that Ushijima shoves him away in irritation.

Someone’s been here first though. There’s a delicate little bite mark positioned just off to the left, a swollen hickey of possession. The indent of the teeth is blurred by time but the darker lines of purple let Oikawa imagine a tiny mouth, painted berry red.

Ushijima’s wife has always been an abstract before, someone whom he married for legitimancy, someone who existed to further his career the way he thought every setter should. Oikawa’s never even seen a photo of her before and that one mental image of a small, pursed up mouth making its mark on Ushijima...

His hands drop away from Ushijima’s shirt, leaving it half-undone. It’s still tucked into his trousers at the bottom, his stomach covered by the crisp white linen, and Ushijima’s looking at him in bewilderment.

“Get out,” Oikawa says flatly.

“What?” Ushijima doesn’t move.

“I said, get out. I’m not in the mood for this anymore.”

“...Is this one of your games? Like last week?” Ushijima asks, frowning down at him. His hands tighten their grasp on Oikawa’s hips and then shift, resettling.

He shoves hard enough that Oikawa lands on his back on the bed, bouncing for a second from the force with Ushijima had pushed him.

“No--” he has time to say before Ushijima’s on him, crushing him with his weight, trapping Oikawa between the bed and his chest. Ushijima’s mouth presses against Oikawa’s as if he wants to devour Oikawa mouth-first; it’s a sloppy kiss, Oikawa trying to wrench away from it and bite at the same time, but Ushjima seems satisfied.

Pleasantries over with, Ushijima tears at Oikawa’s pyjama bottoms. On the mornings Ushijima’s coming over, Oikawa doesn’t bother getting showered and changed. He’s always saved that for _after_ they’re done.

He regrets that now but it’s too late to change it.

When he starts fighting in earnest, he realizes within seconds it’s useless. Ushijima is simply too big. Oikawa’s flailing arms and legs have about as much effect as a stuffed toy being used to break down a wall. He’s wasting his energy and doing nothing to defend himself.

“Waka-chan!” He snaps and hates himself for the note of panic that’s infected his voice. “Stop!”

Safeword, what was their safeword --

“Karasuno!”

Ushijima freezes and draws back, taking his weight off Oikawa and standing at the foot of the bed instead.

“Tooru?” He asks, looking down at Oikawa gasping for breath and scrubbing at his face with his knuckles.

“Get out!” Oikawa says again and this time, the fear on his face is so obvious that Ushijima obeys.

Ushjima leaves his jacket behind. Oikawa will have to find some way to get to him.

That thought is enough to send him into half-hysterical laughter that all too soon turns into hysterical sobbing.

How could have been so stupid?!

(How could he ever forgive himself?)

Edited 2017-06-29 15:57 (UTC)

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

gionkenji - 2017-07-08 14:09 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mention of slavery, mental health issues (dissociation), the first song is sort of screamy so be warned

Prompt:

mask of sanity - children of bodom
persephone - opeth
the siren - nightwish

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 474

***

Himuro can't stay away no matter how hard he tries, and he doesn't know why it's Aomine, of all people, that pulls him in the way that he does, but there's no use in fighting it. He knows, because he's tried.

It's the potential, he thinks to himself. Potential for something really good, or really bad, Himuro isn't quite sure which just yet, but he's willing to explore it anyway, in the form of stolen kisses when no one else is looking, hiding in the corners of sports centres when their teams are playing in the same place, holding onto each other like they're trying to hold onto smoke and mist. It's impossible, it's bad, and Himuro can't stop himself all the same. Not when Aomine lets out a shaky breath, right against Himuro's mouth and their fingers curl a little more against each other's skin, short, blunt nails digging into skin without actually breaking it, just enough to leave temporary marks behind that will be gone by the time they've both gone their respective ways back home.

Himuro runs his tongue over his lip, finding himself ridiculously pleased with the fact that Aomine thought to bite it the last time they were together, just two days ago. The actual pain from the bite is gone already but the memory of it still lingers and Himuro won't let it go, digging his own teeth into the exact same spot like he can recreate it, sucking on it, even though he knows that it's not going to be anywhere near as satisfying this way.

"You're slipping, Captain," Aomine teases when Himuro calls him. "The way things used to be, you could at least pretend to stay away from me until the next time we actually saw each other. Are you missing me that badly already?"

Himuro sucks on his lower lip a little harder and blatantly lies, "I'm not missing you at all."

"You're thinking about how we kicked your ass, then." Aomine is grinning on the other end of the line, and Himuro is still getting his head around the fact that he can actually tell, just by listening to his voice.

"It was a practice match," Himuro replies. "I won't lose next time."

"You can't beat me," Aomine says, and there's no bluster to his voice. He's just stating the facts as they are. "You can try as many one-on-ones as you want, though. You're interesting enough."

"Interesting enough." Himuro laughs. "Just what I always wanted to hear."

"You're plenty interesting, on the court and off the court too," Aomine murmurs, his voice pitched a little lower, and it makes Himuro shiver.

"Next time," Himuro says, as if they're not already planning to drag each other off somewhere private the next time they cross paths.

"Yeah," Aomine agrees. "You can count on it."

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

cherrysalmon - 2017-07-01 15:50 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Midousuji Akira/Onoda Sakamichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Koware Yasuki - Guilty Kiss
Daydream Warrior - Aquors
Mattete Ai no Uta - Aquors

PRESSES HANDS SADLY AGAINST THE WINDOW

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

maryke - 2017-06-30 17:52 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

fickle - 2017-07-04 16:42 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Abuse, Sexual Content, Drugs
Other Tags: is dysfunctional teens a tag, feel free to not include any of the above in your fill, also the third song's cover is body horror-ish

Prompt:
Gallery Piece - Of Montreal
You Are Going to Hate This - The Frights
Sick Shit - Together PANGEA

of montreal & manate is an aesthetic with a very special place in the void of my heart

(no subject)

gurosan - 2017-06-29 23:13 (UTC) - Expand

Re: PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

jaegervega - 2017-06-26 16:39 (UTC) - Expand

Re: PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

gurosan - 2017-06-29 23:15 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

jaegervega - 2017-07-01 19:50 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

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Ship: Mihashi Ren/Tajima Yuuichirou OR Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou OR Kashima Sonora/Yamato Yura
Fandom: Eyeshield 21, Haikyuu!!, Stella c3 bu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mentions of angst, mental health issues (mention of anxiety/panic attacks & depression), less hurt/more comfort

Prompt:
Cinnamon Tree - Esperanza Spalding
times i'm weak and need someone to turn to/you share your flavour, ease my misery
Can't Live with the World - Laura Mvula
i'll stay, i'll hold you till morning/i'll hold you tight
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
so why don't we go/somewhere only we know?
Love Is - Meg&Dia
when i'm growing tired, and i feel faith is drifting/i remember love is what i'm working toward

Ship: Maki Nishikino/Nico Yazawa
Fandom: Love Live!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: some explicit language

Prompt:
Kissing Strangers - DNCE
Light My Body Up - David Guetta
Cut to The Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen

Ship: Echizen Ryoma/Tezuka Kunimitsu
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Hikari no Saki - Tezuka Kunimitsu & Echizen Ryoma (lyric translation)
Arigato - Tezuka Kunimitsu & Echizen Ryoma (lyric translation)
Omae wa Seigaku no Hashira ni Nare - Tezuka Kunimitsu & Echizen Ryoma (lyric translation)

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY ALL MY PILLAR PAIR FEELS ARE CRASHING BACK 10 YEARS WITH THE WEIGHT OF A STEAM TRAIN

I used to listen to Hikari no Saki and Arigatou ALL THE TIME back when I was super into PoT, holy crap, it's been so LONG

Also I'm just realizing how hilarious those songs are because they sound so TENDER but then you look at Ryoma and Tezuka's normal characters and there is... a difference.

At the same time I'm laughing so hard at the tenimyu because it's so much more real...

Btw thanks for reminding me that Junko Minagawa will be my queen forever and always because her voice will never stop being my favorite

Sorry you had to experience my revelations with me there, lolol, I hope I can give you a fill for this

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

caeslin - 2017-06-30 21:59 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Kageyama Tobio OR Sugawara Koushi/Kageyama Tobio OR Kunimi Akira/Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst? idk SORRY TOBIO-CHAN

Prompt:

1. sonic youth - wish fulfillment

2. the replacements - answering machine

3. less than jake - the ghosts of me and you

4. gang of four - damaged goods

5. dinosaur jr. - get me (acoustic version)

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Ship: Fuji Shuusuke/Kawamura Takeshi
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Days of Moments - Fuji Shuusuke & Kawamura Takeshi (lyric translation)
Nagisa no Invitation - Fuji Shuusuke & Kawamura Takeshi (lyric translation)
Ichi Fuji, Ni Taka, San Nasubi - Fuji Shuusuke & Kawamura Takeshi (lyric translation)

Ship: Fuji Shuusuke/Kawamura Takashi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: blood
Other Tags: supernatural elements (youkai), minor violence, vaguely historical AU
Word Count: 762

I'm not entirely sure how I ended up here, but this was the first thing that came to mind when I listened to Days of Moments.

***

By night, Taka walks the streets, one hand by his sword. The streets are not nearly so crowded as they are during the day, but the people who are out at the late hour are not necessarily ones Taka would like to meet. He fears the streets at night, but the streets also fear him, for he carries a cursed blade. He rarely draws it, but when he does, it refuses to return to its scabbard until it has tasted blood. So cursed are the blades of the smith Muramasa that the shogun himself has banned his retainers from carrying any of his works.

Taka doesn't care about such regulations. If it makes others less willing to test him, he'll carry the cursed blade. He doesn't like fighting after all, and he's not so close to the shogun that anyone will raise issue over his sword. Out here, in a small town far from Edo, he's not even sure how many would recognize Muramasa's signature on his blade.

He walks alone down the streets, past the shadows that lurk in alleys, waiting to jump on an unsuspecting traveler until they see who it is and fade back deeper into the darkness. He walks alone, but sometimes he thinks he feels another presence with him. It's something almost like a ghostly touch, but he doesn't feel any of the fear he feels at the thought of ghosts and demons. Sometimes he suspects it's a kitsune, but he assumes a kitsune would get up to more mischief, and he can't imagine what about him would attract the attention of such a creature. Whatever it is, it stays silent and hidden, making its presence known only in subtle whispers of wind and an occasional rustle of cloth.

As the months drag on though, Taka thinks he's seeing more and more of the apparition. He's not sure what to make of it, but it doesn't seem to threaten him. Maybe it's just the long, lonely nights getting to him, but sometimes, when his mind starts to wander in the last hours before dawn, he thinks he sees a scrap of fabric on the wind, an ornate brocade that flickers back out of sight as quickly as it appears. Other times it's flash of fur, as red as autumn leaves or white as snow.

It's not until one night, when he finds himself in a fight he doesn't think he'll win, that he finally sees his companion in their true form. He's walking home after his patrol, the bell having just tolled the seven strokes of the hour of the tiger, when he's ambushed by six men. He draws his sword in an instant, his blood boiling in response to the sword's power, but even as strong as he is, he struggles against the six ronin. An opponent's blade bites deep into his arm, and he barely keeps hold of his own.

Even with a shorter blade in his other hand, the tides quickly turn against him. He's certain he's going to be defeated when there's a sudden flicker next to him, and then there's a kitsune at his side. The kitsune is far more beautiful than he imagined, dressed in rich robes over russet fur capped with white. Taka wants to tell it not to get involved, not to risk sullying itself with the dirt of the street and the blood of battle.

But then the kitsune opens its eyes to smile at him, and he's lost in the deep, deep blue that seems to hold the universe within it. Any complaint he may have made dies on his lips. The kitsune is a beauty to watch, as deadly as it is graceful, and Taka barely gets in another strike in the fight as the kitsune brings down the ronin in a heartbeat.

Then the kitsune turns to him, and to the blood dripping from his arm. Before he can stop them, the kitsune tears a long strip from his own clothes and uses it to bind the wound. Taka sucks in a breath, unsure whether it's from pain, or from the kitsune's touch and lingering gaze. He's not sure what to say. What does one even say when faced with such a creature?

"We meet at last, Kawamura Takashi," the kitsune says. "Though I wish it could have been in better circumstances."

Taka is speechless, staring until the kitsune pokes him in the small of his back. "Resheathe your sword, proud samurai. It's time you went home. I will accompany you, if you would permit."

Edited 2017-07-03 20:02 (UTC)

Ship: Bokuto/Kuroo
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: specificities of lyrics don't matter so much as the general feel, but do your thing

Prompt:
Wanna B Ur Lovr- Weird Al Yankovic
Treat Me Like A Pirate- Flynt Flossy ft Yung Humma & Whatchya
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo- Bloodhound Gang

I am 100% here for all of the ridiculous BoKuro. XD

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Wishful Thinking- Duncan Sheik
https://youtu.be/-NrDqy1GqoE

Breakable - Fisher
https://youtu.be/NneoV0NKoSo

Today - Poe
https://youtu.be/YpLLYALMPPw

i have stubbornly never read nor watched "great expectations," so any fill i might attempt would strictly be my interpretation of the lyrics. if you're okay with that.

Re: Prompt: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

hilaryfun - 2017-06-27 06:09 (UTC) - Expand

Ship: Midousuji Akira/Manami Sangaku
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags:get as explicit as you'd like, I want to suffer

Prompt:
Wasteland - The Black Heart Procession
I'll Keep Coming - Low Roar
Hypnotic (Photek Remix) - Zella Day
Atonement - The KickDrums

Ship: Midousuji/Manami
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 423 words

I am not 100% sure what sort of explicit you were after but this might not be it? Warnings for a little torture, blood, self-harm, gore, demon/angel religious stuff, general darkness.

***

“Why did they let you come down here?” Midousuji asks, turning his head to watch Manami prowl. His glittering wings are spread to their fullest extent, shining like glass in the second before shattering, and the glow of holy light that illuminates each feather is painful for Midousuji to look upon.

So of course he looks. Of course he stares as his eyes start to burn.

“Some demons are so loathed, even by their own kind, that nothing but an angel’s touch will serve to punish them,” Manami says in return. The instruments of torture are laid out neatly on shelves with buckets of cleansing acid to plunge them into if they should grow slippery with blood. The variety is really quite impressive - but useless.

He turns and the pity in Manami’s smile scalds Midousuji worse than acid ever has. “And since we were so intimately connected in life--”

“Is that how you angels talk about it?” Midousuji asks, jaws opening wide to let his teeth chatter together in the way that had so terrified the living. Manami watches calmly, his hands resting at his side. “Fucking turns into an ‘intimate connection’?”

“Do you miss intimately connecting with me?” Midousuji grins, wide and reptilian, his lips stretching thin above sharp teeth with red gaps where some of them had been wrenched out.

“No. Angels are incapable of such desires.” Manami’s tone is even but there’s a slight smile on his lips as he approaches. He lifts one hand ceremoniously and like a benediction, rests his palm against Midousuji’s cheek.

The reek of burning skin immediately fills the air. Angels cannot touch something so corrupt without being burnt by it. Demons cannot be touched by something so pure without being burnt by it.

This is why angels rarely accept the requests to torture demons, no matter how much the demons might deserve it. They cannot inflict pain without suffering equally.

The skin cracks and peels away from Manami’s hand and he sighs.

Midousuji doesn’t scream either. He laughs, wild and exultant, even as his body thrashes against the rack.

“Heaven hasn’t changed you too much. You still enjoy this.”

“Yes,” Manami admits with a beatific smile, pressing his hand down harder so the skin grows raw and wet, splitting open to give away to scorched flesh. “Oh, yes.”

He leans down, seals his lips against Midousuji’s and smiles as his mouth sears black and bloody.

The intimacy of their connection in life was never about sex but pain.