Bonus Round 4: Quotes

[referees]

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

An oldie but a goodie—in this round, we draw inspiration from famous words said by other people.

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

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
  • The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
• 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>	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.

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SCORING

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Comments

Re: PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[hibari1_chan]

As a French person, I'm probably laughing harder than I should XD

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hanamiya/Imayoshi + Nishinoya/Asahi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke/Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 412 words

The AU where Nishinoya takes up basketball, aka the OTHER sport that relies a lot on height, and meets Hanamiya and Imayoshi in middle school.

***

“Not a bad batch of first years,” Imayoshi observed as he watched the prospective new members play a mini-game. It was his last year in middle school and he was eager to beat the new Generation of Miracles that had been getting all the attention lately.

“That big one’s wasted,” Hanamiya grumbled from Imayoshi’s side. He was seated next to Imayoshi, watching just as keenly as the captain. “All that size and strength but he’s too timid. He won’t play rough with the others.”

“Azumane Asahi, you mean.” Imayoshi didn’t even need to check his clipboard to find the boy’s name. “Yes. He used to play volleyball before this - he’s used to only having his team around him. Any rough collisions would injure the players on his own side.”

Hanamiya snorted disdainfully. “Coward.”

“No. He’s just a team player.” Imayoshi’s eyes glinted from behind their glasses as he turned his attention to a far shorter boy. “What do you make of Nishinoya?”

“The shrimp?” Hanamiya cocked his head to a side. “Tiny. What’s he supposed to do, trip everyone up? He can’t fight on the inside for the rebounds and he’s not tall enough to make the shots--”

He stopped midsentence as Nishinoya ducked under a taller player’s arm, stole the ball ruthlessly, then passed it to Asahi in one fluid motion. Asahi leapt, seeming almost to float in the air for a second, then tossed in a sweet three-pointer.

“But he’s good at stealing,” Hanamiya said, smoothly changing the flow of his sentence. “Works well with Asahi too.”

“Height's overrated.” Imayoshi’s smile was wide and smug. “Nishinoya has the will to will - and he’ll pull Asahi into becoming a good player too.”

*

“We made it!” Nishinoya jumped delightedly into the air, kicking his legs to all sides. He bounced back to the ground, then leaped again, tackling Asahi, “I told you! Height’s got nothing to do with it! With my fast passes and your shots, we’ll be an unbeatable team!”

“Yes,” Asahi agreed, finding Nishinoya’s enthusiasm too infectious to resist. He smiled as well, sliding an arm around Nishinoya to help support him. “You were right. This is much better than sitting around sulking.”

It wasn’t volleyball but they just didn’t have enough people for a volleyball club. Basketball would at least keep them in shape until they reached high school. Maybe they could find a volleyball team there.

Until then, they’d play basketball and they’d play it together!

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru & Sawamura Daichi & Kuroo Tetsurou & Bokuto Koutarou (Feel free to add other captains, any combo is fine!)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

‪"We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names."
- Nikita Gill

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Toudou & Oikawa, Oikawa/Kise
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal, Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 454 words

A lot of NSFW talk, brief mention of scat.

***

OT: What wine goes best with eating ass?
TJ: two questions
TJ: why are you asking
TJ: why are you asking ME
OT: Because I have a hot date tonight.
OT: Obviously.
OT: And you’re the only one I know who drinks wine.
TJ: and you’re going to choose your wine based off how well it goes with ass?
TJ: is that what you’re going to tell him when you bring out the wine and uncork it?
OT: It’ll set the mood.
TJ: it’ll get wine thrown over you!

TJ: who even is this hot date that you’re planning wine?
OT: Kise Ryouta. The model and basketball player.
TJ: did you win him in a charity bachelor auction?
OT: Shut up!
OT: I found a dog and it turned out to belong to his best friend.
OT: And he was there when I returned it.
TJ: ah so it’s a thank-you date
TJ: and you’re going to thank him for pitying you
TJ: by eating his ass
OT: He doesn’t pity me.

OT: And I’m going to eat that ass because it is a fine ass.
OT: You’ve seen his underwear campaigns.
OT: You know it’s a nice ass.
TJ: could be padded
OT: Is that a real thing?
TJ: yes.
TJ: look it up

OT: Why do I still look up things you tell me to?
TJ: stupidity
TJ: that’s my guess
OT: You’re so mean, Tou-chan.
OT: And here I was going to ask for his autograph for you!
TJ: you mean for yourself
TJ: so you could wave it at anyone who doubted you scored with him
OT: Setters score plenty!
TJ: only when they dump
OT: That’s so dirty, Tou-chan. I’m not into that.
TJ: i’m surprised you even know what that is.

OT: I know plenty of things!
TJ: but not what wine goes with ass
OT: Neither do you.
TJ: i do.
TJ: but what’s in it for me if I tell you?
OT: His autograph.
TJ: Two. I want to give one to Maki-chan too.
OT: Okay, two. But what wine?

TJ: red wine
TJ: get a Russian River Pinot Noir if you can
TJ: or champagne
TJ: champagne always works
TJ: just don’t pour it into his ass to get him drunk faster
OT: I thought that was an urban myth!
TJ: no it’s real
TJ: opera singers do it to get drunk without ruining their voices


OT: Thanks! Now I know what to buy and I have a good segue from the wine to eating his ass.
JT: that is not a good segue!
JT: don’t do it!
JT: or at least don’t tell it came from me!
JT: are you still there?
JT: shit.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

i realized how many of ur otps are in here and i laughed softly to myself as i posted it

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 410 words

Set after Touou Academy’s loss to Seirin in the Winter Cup! Nothing too bad, maybe just a reference to emotional and mental manipulation?

***

The sound of sobbing stopped Hanamiya dead in his tracks. He’d meant to grab Imayoshi and take him out somewhere, maybe slide him some alcohol to help soothe the sting of losing to Seirin. He’d had snarky remarks stored up on how Seirin had defeated both their schools and how that meant they should team up together to take those stupid brats down. It would’ve been a bonding experience for them, pulling together in the face of a common enemy.

He’d expected to find Imayoshi angry but crying?

Maybe it was someone other member of Imayoshi’s team. Hanamiya had thought that he’d seen all of them leave except the captain but he could have made a mistake. He’d been distracted himself, already planning how to rope Imayoshi into his plans for revenge.

It had to be someone else. Imayoshi Shouichi did not cry, no more than Hanamiya did.

Still, despite that reassurance to himself, Hanamiya made himself walk soundlessly to the locker room. He opened the door just a crack, just enough for him to peer inside to see who it was.

It was Imayoshi. His hands were over his face, his shoulders were shaking and even in the dim light, Hanamiya had seen the wet streaks of tears over his face.

He was at the other end of the corridor before he could consciously decide to move away, fleeing what felt less like the scene of a crime and more like the scene of a desecration.

Imayoshi couldn’t cry. Imayoshi was supposed to be like him and Hanamiya never cried except as part of act.

There hadn’t been an audience there. Imayoshi had been crying alone, shoulders heaving and great ugly gasps for breath breaking up the tears.

Something queasy and sickening stirred in Hanamiya’s stomach.

Imayoshi was the one who’d figured out Hanamiya’s act. Imayoshi was the one who’d taken over the middle school club after Hanamiya had gotten rid of the coach’s son. Imayoshi was the one who’d warned Hanamiya away from causing further ‘accidents’ - and Hanamiya had listened because he’d thought Imayoshi was superior to him.

But if Imayoshi could cry, if he could care that much about losing a stupid basketball game…

Hanamiya dragged his fingers down the wall and snarled softly to himself.

He was an Uncrowned King and Imayoshi wasn’t.

He’d been the stronger one all along. How had Imayoshi tricked him into thinking otherwise?!

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi Shouich
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 419 words

Death, infidelity, neglectful parenting, marriages of convenience - Imayoshi has a lot to regret.

***

At the end of his life, Imayoshi numbers his regrets.

1) He hadn’t even tried to get to know his children. They’d grown in her and come from her body. He left the raising of them to her, compensating by funding the schooling and activities. There were excuses he could have given, of course, for his absence from their lives but the truth was that he had no interest in the little sacks of flesh that eventually became people.


2) He should have never decided that he needed to marry for the sake of his career. His wife had loved him as much as he had loved her and their children had grown up in a loveless house, loving neither of their parents for all that they did their filial duty. He should have married someone he loved.

3) He had kept seeing Hanamiya after the wedding. He should have made a clean break with him, should have said that it was over because even though his wife meant nothing to him, his honors and the vows he’d sworn still mattered.

4) He’d spent more time in Hanamiya’s arms than his wife’s. Wait. That wasn’t a regret. Hanamiya had been better in bed than her any day.


5) He hadn’t married Hanamiya. Heh. Not that it had even been legal back then. It would have been the end of his career, too. He would have never achieved the heights he had with a male spouse.

...And yet, nobody had ever been as well suited to him as Hanamiya was.

6) Breaking up with Hanamiya. His wife could have divorced him and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as that teenage parting of ways. Hanamiya had been dry-eyed and coldly contemptuous of Imayoshi but with that fierce anger burning underneath. In the fact of that, Imayoshi had felt that he couldn’t cry either - especially when he was the one asking for the split.

7) Not winning the Winter Cup. He had the Ace of the Generation of Miracles and he’d still lost! His middle school years had given him experience in managing an Uncrowned King and he’d thought that the Ace of the Generation of Miracles would be the same thing, only more. Aomine had been nothing like Hanamiya, though. Hanamiya made his own victories. Imayoshi should have pushed Aomine more instead of expecting him to come through when it counted the way Hanamiya did.

8) Meeting Hanamiya. If they had never met, he wouldn’t have all those other regrets.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 411 words

Imayoshi and Hanamiya, a relationship between ex-boyfriends done via text messages and perpetually ignored advice.

***

IS: You never TAKE the advice I give you, so I'm just gonna go ahead and phone it in this time: [well-substantiated information, much of which you are already aware of but choose to ignore out of denial which explains pretty indisputably that it is a terrible idea for you to sleep with him]

HM: He's really fucking hot though, I really like him.

IS: You mean you like the way he looks.

HM: Is there anything else to like about people?

IS: So it’s my looks that keep you talking to me?

HM: No, it’s that thing you do with your tongue and the back of your throat.

HM: But you look really hot when you’re doing it so maybe.

HM: Just kidding, idiot.

HM: You’re not people.

IS: Oh? Then what am I, an alien?

HM: Yeah. That’s easier to believe than you being human.

IS: Is their your version of putting me on a pedestal?

HM: I’d only put you on a pedestal to knock you down, senpai.

HM: Or maybe to gather a crowd of villagers to stone you to death.

IS: Such sweet things you say, Makoto. Is this how you’re going to flirt with your latest fling?

HM: He wouldn’t appreciate it.

HM: He’ll get sickly sweet nothings. Worthless.

HM: Just like him.

IS: But you’re going to sleep with him anyway.

HM: You’ve seen that photo of him. What else is he good for?

IS: I wouldn’t know, I’ve never met him.

HM: Print out the photo, stick it to your wall and talk to it. That’s about his level of conversation and intellect both.

IS: But you’re going to sleep with him anyway.

HM: You said that already.

HM: If I only slept with people who are my equals, that’d narrow it down to only you, senpai.

HM: And you’re the one who said that we should go our separate ways in college and you needed to find a nice girl to marry.

HM: What is it? You don’t want me but you don’t want me to have anyone else?

IS: Going to bed with someone doesn’t count as ‘having’ them.

IS: At least not for more than half an hour and that’s being generous.

HM: You didn’t deny being jealous.

IS: That was too obvious to be worth remarking on.

HM: I’ll send you pix of him sucking my dick.

IS: How is that supposed to make anything better?

HM: It’s not.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[jessibot]

Ship: himuro/aomine
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: blood, sexual content
Other Tags: vampires?? also everything that preacher entails

Prompt:



— Preacher (full gifset for more options/vibes)

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 420 words

Mentions of prostitution, war setting, bleak, angst.

***

In war, all of Hanamiya’s talents blossomed. They called him the Spider Spy Master, said he wove his webs all over the world and tricked innocent officer workers into giving up vital information. He was in his element, safely ensconced in a bombproof bunker, giving orders and moving pieces on a chessboard that spanned the globe.

He never had to leave the heavily-guarded bunker. Food, baths, exercise, everything was provided for. The other military intelligence experts that worked with him even availed themselves of the ‘entertainment’ that had been provided for them so their base needs would not detract from their functioning or send them into the arms of a honey trap.

Hanamiya left them alone, claiming that he didn’t like sharing. He might’ve been able to call in a few favors and have someone assigned just for him but what was the point? The only person he wanted, the only one who had ever excited him on a level beyond physical, was out there fighting the enemy hand-to-hand.

Hanamiya moved the pieces on the map, the small steel figurines that depicted convoys and armies and tanks, and changed the course of the war while part of his mind was always plotting, always searching.

He had access to anything he wanted. He could find the last known location of General Imayoshi Shouichi - but that was it. He didn’t know if Shouchi was captured, wounded, making his way back to friendly territory, a defector… The options seemed endless but the only thing Hanamiya would not consider was that Imayoshi might be dead.

In war, the fate of one man did not matter. Imayoshi was worth no more than any other soldier of his rank. He had no sensitive information or special talents that would make the government agree to send a retrieval team hunting for him.

His only importance was to Hanamiya and Hanamiya’s ability to search for him was limited by how many little spiders he had out there, spinning the criss-crossing strands of the web ever more tightly together.

Sometimes, when he left the bunker and walked about in the forest with his head tilted back and his eyes fixed on the sky, he wondered if it would have been different if he’d enlisted with Imayoshi. At least if he’d been with Imayoshi in the field, he would have known what had happened to the only person he acknowledged as an equal.


But all he could do now was wait and will Imayoshi to return to him.

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Nakiri Azami&/Jouichirou Saiba OR ImaHana
Fandom: Shokugeki no Souma OR KnB
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: P O W E R,

Prompt:

"Ah, don't worry
It's not against our morals
It's legally tender
Touch my friend
While the whole world
And whole beasts of nations desire
Power"

-Hallelujah Money by Gorillaz

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi Shouchi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 458 words

Little bit of classisms, also known as ‘our dates aren’t usual’.

***

“Makoto-chan,” Imayoshi said under his breath, staying closer to the younger boy. “ARe you sure you aren’t lost?”

Clever as Hanamiya was, he was also proud. Imayoshi wouldn’t put it past Hanamiya to refuse to admit that he was lost just because he didn’t want to be shown as fallible.

“I’m sure,” Hanamiya said, hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket and his shoulders slouched. He’d tied his hair back in a half-ponytail, keeping it off his face, and painted his eyebrows to be uniformly thick. “I’ve been here before.”

The dark streets and gangs of scowling youths did nothing to convince Imayoshi that they weren’t lost. What sort of club could be in this area that was worth them going to? They were more likely to be mugged or murdered than have a good time in this particular part of the city.

Not all of the street lights were working, casting black pools of darkness onto the sidewalk. Each time Imayoshi stepped into one of them, he felt a little colder. Hanamiya had supplied Imayoshi with clothes for this excursion - beat up blue jeans, a sleek black motorcycle jacket and gloves - that changed Imayoshi’s appearance vastly but Imayoshi felt like a lamb in a wolfskin.

It wasn’t a sensation he was familiar with, nor was it one he liked. These dark streets had no respect for the rule of law; he had no power here, no ability to set his schemes into motion and watch the corpses wash up with the tide. The people here followed different rules and spoke a different tongue; in one city, there were many worlds and these people were as alien to him as if they had come from the stars.

They’d knife him before he could convince them not to, and Hanamiya would end up killed too because of his stupid overconfidence.

Imayoshi took a deep breath, ready to tell Hanamiya that the night was over and they’d find a club in a district where it wasn’t suicide to just walk the streets - and then suddenly Hanamiya stopped in a battered iron door.

“We’re here,” he said triumphantly, tilting his head up and flashing a smile at the hidden camera in the doorframe. It was well concealed but Imayoshi spotted it easily even before Hanamiya made its placement so obvious.

When the door swung open, it revealed black velvet, low lights, a mahogany bar and a lot of men in suits with guns.

Yakuza. And it was too late to run now. They would’ve all seen his face.

“Come on, senpai,” Hanamiya said as the guard at the door frisked him. He smiled maliciously, eyes alight with an unholy glow, “Everyone’s dying to meet you.”

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi OR Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu OR ImaHana
Fandom: Haikyuu!! OR KnB
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: SAD?,

Prompt:

"Oh, tell me did you like that
(I don't think I like that)
Well, maybe we should stop this
(I wish we never started)
Well, maybe we should go
I wanna feel okay"

-White Night by the Postelles

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: kiyoko/yachi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Bloody hell. He should've told me he was so pretty.

- The Handmaiden

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 462 words

Underage, Imayoshi being really creepy, Hanamiya being manipulative, emotional manipulation. Based off the 6th G of Replace V aka the canonical account of Hanamiya and Imayoshi meeting for the first time.

***

The entente cordiale within the school was a fragile and risky thing. Hanamiya had bowed to Imayoshi’s stronger will and ceased making trouble while Imayoshi had become the power behind the new coach, running the club in all but name.

That did not mean that Imayoshi would stop watching Hanamiya. The ‘Bad Boy’ had skill and talent like nothing Imayoshi had ever seen on the court and off the court, his grades were still flawless. He used his intelligence not to make himself shine brighter but to make others despair - if he could get perfect scores with no effort, what did it say that they couldn’t keep up however much they tried?

Hanamiya had dropped the mask of the gentle honor student; now he openly mocked those who were used to winning and had been forced to bow before his superior intellect.

Imayoshi found himself lingering in the corridor near Hanamiya’s classroom so he could hear Hanamiya laugh, “Idiot! I could have solved that in five minutes. Go back to the nursery school and learn your times table.”

The boy’s high, piping voice held more scorn than many adults could have managed to convey; a moment later, when a tearful student barreled into Imayoshi and barely even apologized before he ran off, Imayoshi knew it was because of Hanamiya.

Hanamiya appeared in the doorway moments later, schoolbag tucked under his arm and looked up at Imayoshi. “Do you need something, senpai?”

The mocking faux-respect in Hanamiya’s tone made the corners of Imayoshi’s eyes crinkle as he placed a hand on Hanamiya’s shoulder. Hanamiya’s shoulder was thin under his hand, the hard ridge of bone pressing against Imayoshi’s palm and Imayoshi swallowed down a rush of something hot and hungry. Were Hanamiya’s hipbones equally sharp? If Imayoshi stripped him, would he be all gangly sharp angles and unformed muscle, no baby fat to soften his edges?

“Walk with me. I want to talk to you about a new play I thought up.” He slid his arm over Hanamiya’s shoulder, guiding him deftly away towards the gym.

Everyone would be at lunch. They’d have the gym to themselves - and the storage room as well, if they needed extra privacy.

The remnants of Imayoshi’s conscience protested that Hanamiya was too young but really, Hanamiya was only a year younger than him. If Hanamiya was old enough to cripple people, then he was old enough to deal with the consequences of having attention drawn to him.

Hanamiya looked up at him, his shrewd eyes calculating, and Imayoshi smiled down at him reassuringly. That was his mistake; instantly, Hanamiya smirked, straightening up a little.

“Idiot,” Hanamiya muttered with a roll of his eyes. “If you want to get me alone, you don’t need an excuse.”

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[serpheat]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt:
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Akashi Seijuurou or Nijimura Shuuzou/Himuro Tatsuya or Kagami Taiga/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: graphic depictions of violence/gore (violence to hands)
Other Tags: medical issues?, ok but imagine

Prompt:



text:

Some kid had kicked my ass at lunch with his yugioh deck and I got roasted so I said I will show him my power

Parents bought a melon so I took it to school and screeched and karate chopped it infront of everyone at full first and broke my wrist and hand

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya & Kazama/Tsukamoto
Fandom: Days & Kuroko no Basuke crossover
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 474 words

Warnings for injury and ImaHana being terrible people.

***

“Just think,” Hanamiya said as they watched a pack of first years jog stubbornly around the school building. “Once we were that innocent.”

Imayoshi’s snort of disbelief was followed by an amused smirk.

“You came out of your mother’s womb guilt, Makoto-chan,” he said as he leaned over the railing with his arms folded.

“What a terrible thing to say, Imayoshi-senpai,” Hanamiya said almost sweetly as he casually picked up a pebble off the ground. “If I dropped it from here, do you think I could manage to hit one of them on the head?”

“Yes.” Imayoshi didn’t even hesitate to answer. The calculations of when to drop the pebble to make sure it would hit the runners just as they reached the area under the roof were easy enough. Imayoshi could do it in his head and that meant Hanamiya could as well.

“Which one should I hit, do you think? They won’t have seen us all the way up here - or at least, they won’t be able to identify us.” Plenty of people came up to the roof to hang out before class. Hanamiya and Imayoshi would be nothing but two silhouettes against the sunshine to the runners down there.

“The blond one’s supposed to be a genius at football,” Imayoshi said and left it at that.

“Oh?” A viciously sharp smirk slashed over Hanamiya’s mouth. “I’ve heard of him. Kazama Jin, right? Specially courted and asked to come here.”

He tossed the pebble into the air and caught it again, fingers closing over it as if it were a jewel instead of a simple rock.

“The school would have a fit if their star football player was taken down by an act of God,” Hanamiya mused as the runners drew closer. “From this height, given the velocity of its fall…”

He dropped the pebble and glanced over at Imayoshi, “We’d need a ballpoint pen or something heavier to do any real damage. At least 50 grams weight.”

The fact that it had gone from simply being able to hit a jogger to actually crippling the star football player of the school somehow didn’t surprise Imayoshi. This was Hanamiya, after all.

Hanamiya picked up a larger rock, the sleeve of his jacket pulled down over his fingers to make sure they’d get no fingerprints. The other pebble had been small enough to make it impossible to get even a partial print.

“This’ll do,” he decided as he returned to the railing.

“You’re a terrible person, Makoto-chan,” Imayoshi said as he watched Hanamiya carefully stretch his arm over the railing and then let go.

“Serves them right for being so innocent, Imayoshi-senpai. Now they’ll learn to always watch out for attacks from above.”

Arm in arm, they walked back towards the door leading downstairs.

The screaming started just before the door swung shut.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hinata/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 476 words

Tags for minor violence and death, though not of the main chars!

***

The Little People, as they were referred to, were a nuisance. They were always complaining that someonee or something had been stepped on, then trying to attack with their tiny armies and miniature catapaults. While they never did much harm besides giving someone an itchy ankle as the scabs healed, the People were quite fed up with all the commotion and decided to move.

So it was that they left the ground to the Little People and instead took to the skies. The Little People called them 'Giants', a coarse and brutish word that over time became an almost affectionate endearment.

So it was for the Small Giant who did not quite measure up to the stature of the other People. Nonetheless, he was quite dearly beloved and when the news came that a Little Person had snuck into the home of his mother, robbed her and then killed him when he'd tried to pursue the Little Person and take their belongings back, the entirety of the population was quite overcome with anger.

For many days, it stormed down on the Little People as the People stomped about the clouds, slamming their feet down to press out as much rain as possible. Eventually, however, the clouds ran dry and cooler minds started to plot how to avenge their fallen friend. The kings of the 5 districts of the sky came together to discuss the matter and along with them came their courtiers.

Hinata, more commonly known as the Tiny Giant, had been an especial admirer of the Little Giant and his skill at sunball. While the Karasuno court debated what to do, he crept off to find the wise woman Kiyoki. She did not say much but she did ask him, "If the Little Person came here by a beanstalk that grew up, then how would you go down?"

Hinata sat in the floor and pondered this until at last he said, "On a potato! Their roots grow down and the potato would make a comfortable seat."

She gave him a chunk of a potato, instructions on how to plant it in the cloud seedbed and sent him on her way. Her apprentice, Yachi, watched worriedly and asked, "Do you think we should have told him abouut the side effects?"

"He'll find out," the wise woman coolly answered and indeed, when the potato was halfway down the sky, Hinata realized that he was getting smaller.

By the time he reached the ground, he was no bigger than the Little People. In fact, when a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy who looked a lot like the King of Karasuno walked over, Hinata found that he was quite a bit smaller than him.

"Wait," one of the children interrupted. "Isn't this the story of how you met dad?"

"...Yes, but also of how I became a great hero! Stop interrupting!"

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Arakita Yasutomo &/ Toudou Jinpachi, Imaizumi Shunsuke &/ Naruko Shoukichi, (ImaHana)
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal, (KnB)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 450 words

***

"Yukihira...you really are pretty good,” Imayoshi said out loud as he watched the press conference. Yukihara was handling the reporters with all the ease of the consummate PR agent, deftly dodging the harder questions and expanding on the easier ones to make it seem as if he were revealing more information than he was.

“I wish he actually agreed to be my assistant.” Imayoshi sighed, still watching. The couch creaked as Hanamiya dropped himself down over the top of it, landing gracefully on the thick cushions and sprawling out with his head on Imayoshi’s lap.

“Who, the blond?” Hanamiya asked, turning his attention to the TV as well. Imayoshi automatically slid his hands into Hanamiya’s hair, scratching his nails lightly over Hanamiya’s scalp in the way that he knew soothed the other man.

“Mm. Very talented PR agent. I tried to take him away from his agency by overpaying but apparently he has some sense of loyalty to the woman that founded it.” Imayoshi scowled at the screen, thinking again of how he’d wined and dined the man only to find that he absolutely wouldn’t budge. Tch. What a waste of his time and money!

“What does a lawyer need a PR agent for anyway?” Hanamiya asked curiously. Imayoshi’s fingers found the scar tissue of where Hanamiya had had his head stitched up and gently rubbed back and forth over the raised ridge.



“Lawyers always need good PR. Especially when we take on sticky cases. He would have been perfect for dealing with the press and arranging good interviews.”

“...If he’s only staying there for the founder, maybe he’ll leave the company if she dies,” Hanamiya suggested and Imayoshi heard it was for the offer it was.

“She doesn’t have any family. There’s a risk that she left it to him or at least partly to him since he was her protege,” Imayoshi said, unable to keep the sourness out of his tone.

Hanamiya studied the screen for a few seconds longer. “Does he have any family?”

“Parents are dead. He’s got one sister whom he’s helping through medical school.” Imayoshi had even offered to pay off her student debt for him but received polite thanks and a refusal. He’d admire that sense of independence if it weren’t frustrating him.

“Mmm,” Hanamiya said, twisting about to prop himself up on one elbow and reaching up to catch Imayoshi’s hair with his other hand. He tugged Imayoshi’s head downwards, then kissed him hard enough that Imayoshi forgot all about sulking.

*

Three weeks later, Yukihira presented himself to Imayoshi’s office and asked if the position of Head of PR was still open.

Hanamiya always got him the best presents.

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Ukai Keishin & Ukai Ikkei OR Nakiri Erina & Senzaemon Nakiri OR ImaHana
Fandom: Haikyuu!! OR SnS OR KnB
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Dementia, Mental illness, memory loss, medical terms, uh im sorry, i almost made myself cry thinking about this prompt

Prompt:

"Treatment with drugs for dementia should be initiated and supervised only by a specialist experienced in the management of dementia. Benefit is assessed by repeating the cognitive assessment at around 3 months. Such assessment cannot demonstrate how the disease may have progressed in the absence of treatment but it can give a good guide to response." BNF 70, p 262

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi Shouichi/Hanamiya Makoto
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 436 words

Warnings for ALIENS and body possession and dubcon (rape by deceit because it’s not like D12-Z is SAYING zir’s an alien).

***

Tomorrow, D12-Z decided, ze would pick another host body. Ze would choose one that was well-intentioned and surrounded by people of good character. Ze would then proceed to turn over a new leaf and really help this primitive little race that inhabited the planet.

The problem was, this body’s pleasure-partner was really quite skilled. Every time that ze decided to broach the topic of breaking up, the pleasure centers of the host’s brain would be stimulated by the sight of the pleasure-partner’s distress. D12-Z didn’t think that such reactions were common for this species, given how much of their imaginary narratives relied upon people comforting each other, so perhaps this body was just defective.

Experiments with the pleasure-partner had shown that the body responded well to being in pain, endorphins flooding out at a rate that was surely in excess of the species’ norms. As it was his first host body, D12-Z had nothing to compare it with but ze couldn’t believe that the species would have survived for too long had all members found pain to be such a pleasant sensation. They would surely kill themselves off far too young if they all enjoyed being hurt!

On the other hand, the pleasure-partner also seemed to enjoy being hurt though to a lesser degree. The struggles for dominance that were enacted during coupling seemed to activate the more primitive, unevolved parts of the animal brain, adrenaline heightening the senses and sensations both.

Were D12-Z to be asked to deliver a report to zir’s superiors of the species, ze would mostly be able discourse knowledge on the wide variety and intensity of the coupling processes. Despite it often not resulting in offspring, the dominant species on the parent devoted multiple resources towards coupling and while in the throes of coupling, they produced so many hormones that it was a wonder the brain functioned at all under the wash of chemicals from the body.

Apart from that, all ze had really observed was how cruel the species could be to each other - and yet this was a planet where the dominant species was known for its ability to cooperate. If it hadn’t been for that, D12-Z would have never been sent down to investigate. Only cooperative or mindmeld-susceptible species were allowed to join the Alliance.

Ze really needed to see more of the good side of this species. Tomorrow ze would take a different host body and leave this one to its depravity.

(The fact that ze had told zirself that for the last four nights running did not diminish the sincerity of that promise in the least!)

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 447 words

Political AU! Aka infidelity, marriage of convenience, crack arguments and Imayoshi just being so fed up. I hope this is as funny as you were imagining. XD

***

“Either the wallpaper goes, or I do,” Hanamiya pronounced, hands clasped behind his back as he studied the new wallpaper with obvious distaste. His mobile mouth was screwed up and his nose wrinkled as he took in the pattern of little blue flowers against a white background. “How can you stand it?”

“First of all,” Imayoshi began as he leaned back in his desk chair, “You don’t live here. This isn’t your house. You have no right to complain about the wallpaper.”

He held up his hand to silence Hanamiya, seeing him open his mouth to protest, “Secondly, you have to go. Eventually. I don’t want you staying here longer than necessary. I don’t even want you here in the first place. You just keep breaking in and one day, my wife will catch that, and that’s the end of our career.”

He gestured at the admittedly twee wallpaper and finished, “So in fact, the wallpaper’s not going. You are.”

Hanamiya crossed his arms over his chest and changed tactics, “That wallpaper’s better suited for a nursery than for an office. What was your wife thinking?”

“That I spend most of the day out at the office anyway.” Honestly, defending his wife’s taste was hard. Imayoshi hadn’t married her for her interior decorating skills, after all. “And I told her once that blue is my favorite color.”

“...Your favorite color is black,” Hanamiya said after a surprised second, “Why did you tell her blue?”

“It sounded more innocent.”

“And now you have innocent blue flowered wallpaper,” Hanamiya shot back. He sighed, then sauntered behind the desk to clap Imayoshi on the shoulder. “Have you ever considered suing for divorce? That wallpaper has to count as cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Makoto-chan,” Imayoshi said in his most sickly-sweet voice, “Did you really break in here just to discuss the wallpaper?”

“...No.”

*

Three days later, Imayoshi came home to find police parked in front of the house, his wife being interviewed by the sergeant and the press snapping photos of everything possible. That included him as he got out of the car; Imayoshi made sure to plaster on a noble, calm expression as he walked slowly from the car to the front door so they’d have plenty of time to take photos.

When he was informed that someone had broken into his house and sprayed terrible slurs all over the wallpaper in his study, he knew at once that it was personal, not political.

He also knew the publicity he’d get from being the victim of a political attack would more than outweigh the inconvenience of changing the damn wallpaper.

Hanamiya had won again.

FILL: TEAM EYESHIELD 21, T

[rosebrook]

Ship: Fukutomi Juichi & Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Language, Mention of sexual themes
Other Tags:
Word Count: 950

I might have based some of these conversations on my own personal experience.

***


"Fuku-chan, I’m here! I bought some cookies for us to have after dinner.” Arakita hollered from the entryway to Fukutomi’s apartment and made his way to the kitchen. There he found Fukutomi sitting in one of the two chairs by the bartop.

“What were you planning for dinner anyway? You usually start cooking by the time I come over. You planning to order pizza for a change?”

“Arakita, could you some sit down next to me? I want to talk about something.”

Arakita began to ramble as he sat down on the chair next to Fukutomi’s. “Shit I forgot to bring potatoes. I know I promised I would. I can’t believe I keep forgetting…”

Fukutomi grabbed one of Arakita’s hands.

“I’m no longer feeling satisfied with this relationship.”

Arakita felt like he had just been forced to swallow a pound of solid iron. He struggled to catch his breath not able to look Fukuotmi in the face as he spoke.

“T-that’s not at all what I expected to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry Arakita, but I’ve been thinking about things recently”

‘How recently? How long has this been on your mind?”

“I decided to break up 2 weeks ago, but I had been having doubts for six months.’

“SIX MONTHS!” Arakita jumped up from out of the chair and started to pace around the room. “Fuku-chan, we’ve been dating for 2 years. That’s a quarter of our relationship! Fucking hell.”

“Things just aren’t working out the way I thought they would. You should know that I don’t feel any ill will to you, but I would understand completely if you decided you don’t want to see me at all. I leave that decision up to you.”

Arakita calmed down enough to be able to look at Fukutomi in the eyes. His face held an expression that the average person would have assumed was anger, but Fukutomi knew him well enough to see that it was simply hiding sadness and shock.

“Come on Fuku-chan. Don’t think I’m such a shitty person that I would cut you out just like that. I just want to head home and pass out for a while. I guess I'll just see you some other time.”

“Do you want to take the cookies with you?” Fukutomi asked as Arakita made his way to the door.

“Kinda lost my appetite. I bought them for you anyway. Enjoy.”

As he walked out of the apartment, something in the back of Arakita’s mind told him that this was a long time coming. Everytime the insecurity popped up he would just ignore it wanting to push forward in this supposedly doomed relationship not entirely understanding the reasons behind his doubts. It was clear what those reasons were now.

***********

“You and Fukutomi still hang out a bunch, huh?”

Arakita set down his magazine and turned over to face Toudou who to the surpise of no one was on his phone.

“The two of us are friends. Friends hang out. Come on Toudou, you hang out with us too.” Arakita reached for the magazine until he noticed Toudou had a dangerous smile on his face. “What the hell’s that look for. You look creepy.”

“Oh I get it.”

“What’s there to get?”

“Oh come on Arakita! You guys are still totally fucking right?”

Arakita was close to running over and throwing Toudou’s phone out of the window.

“Fucking hell Toudou! Why would that be something you would think of.”

‘Well typically when people who used to date remain as close as you guys are it means that they are fucking on the side.”

“Maybe just in your fucked up brain,” Arakita grumbled as he picked up the magazine hoping that Toudou would pick up on the signal and drop the subject. Luckily for Arakita, he did, but that meant Arakita had to be alone with his mind now occupied with the concept of relationships.

Was that actually something that happened with friends who used to date? Did that mean that something was wrong with him and Fukutomi? Their friendship felt perfectly normal. Was that normality actually abnormal in some way? Arakita shook the thought away from his mind, attempting to get back to his magazine. After reading the same line for the fifth time, he threw the magazine aside deciding to take a nap instead.

***********

Months passed and Arakita still didn’t feel anything off with his friendship with Fukutomi. They hung out together along with Shinkai and Toudou. (the latter of which no longer made inappropriate comments about him and Fukutomi, thank god) They would sometimes watch shows together. Not much was different from when they dated except, well, they just weren’t dating.

“It was always clear that you guys liked each other a lot, but you didn’t feel 100% like a couple. More like two really close friends that happened to date. I didn’t say anything back then because you guys seemed happy and it wasn’t really my place,” Shinaki told him this one day when the two of them went out for ramen. “Honestly,” Shinkai continued, “that’s not really all that important anymore. The thing that’s important is that you guys have a good friendship right now. You can’t say the same for most exes.” He went back to slurping at his ramen while Arakita looked at his own reflection through the broth.

For the first time in a while, Arakita thought back to the day of the breakup and the sadness he experienced and everything seemed to fall into place. He wasn’t as sad about losing a boyfriend as much as he was terrified at the thought of potentially losing his best friend.

Thank god he didn’t.