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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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.

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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.
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Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
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400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi Shouchi & Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke & Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 452 words

Serial killers AU where ImaHana hunt down Tanaka. Maybe I should stop writing crossovers. Tiny bit of sexual content.

***

Tanaka looked from the man with the glasses to the man with the creepy grin, then spat at the dirt. The ropes bit deeply into his wrists, feeling so coarse and stiff that he was sure that they were poking into his skin. They’d taken no chance when they’d tied him up and Tanaka wasn’t sure his blood was even circulating properly anymore. His mouth tasted wrong, like a dead animal had been stuffed in there, and his head still hurt from where they’d hit him to knock him out.

He wasn’t even sure he’d understand all of what they’d been saying but he understood the gist of it: they kidnapped him so they could hunt him down and kill him.

"Well, I get targeted all the time. BRING IT ON!" He shouted defiantly.

Both of his captors simply looked amused at that.

“Excellent,” the one with the glasses said. “Now, my partner will untie you and we’ll give you a twenty minute head start to run anywhere into the forest that you want.”

He leveled a gun at Tanaka’s head, the implicit threat clear. “Don’t do anything stupid like try to attack us and get yourself killed before the hunt starts.”

Tanaka bared his teeth at them instead of answering as the other man came closer. He untied Tanaka’s feet first, then rolled Tanaka onto his stomach and untied his wrists. Tanaka didn’t spring for him, waiting for the noose around his throat to be removed; instead, the man cut it free of the pipe it had been attached to and jerked hard.

“Stand,” he commanded with a wide smile, the kind that clowns painted on so they could appear in everyone’s nightmares.

Choking, Tanaka did so - then promptly launched himself at the unarmed man. If he could take him captive, use him as a hostage against his partner--

So swiftly that he wasn’t sure how it had happened, he ended up face-down on the dirt, grunting for breath and trying to kick the man on top of him.

“Cute,” the man said, sounding almost fond. “It’s always more fun when they fight.”

“Stop playing with him and set him free,” Tanaka heard the glasses man order.

That wouldn’t have been enough to make Tanaka stop struggling but the hard press of an erection against his ass made him freeze. The sick fuck was getting off on this? He opened his mouth to take a deep breath, ready to shout at him but then the man climbed off.

This time, Tanaka didn’t waste time fighting. He set his gaze on the treeline and fled.

As he ran, he heard one of them shout, “30 MIN HEADSTART. Extra ten minutes for blowjob!”

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

Warnings for permanent scarring and Hanamiya being truly horrible.

***

Imayoshi paused at the sight of Hanamiya with a syringe and a tube.

“Makoto-chan, what are you doing?” He asked warily. Surely, surely Hanamiya wasn’t involved in drugs. He was the most intelligent person that Imayoshi knew! Why would he ever damage that with drugs?

“Hm?” Hanamiya looked up, a smirk already on his face. “Lock the door behind you and I’ll tell you.”

Imayoshi locked Hanamiya’s dorm room door, eyeing the needle suspiciously still. The fluid inside it was clear but it was a glass needle, not a plastic one. Where had Hanamiya even got that from? Had he stolen it from the infirmary? Was Hanamiya going to start up a drug-dealing network inside the school? The thin latex gloves, which Imayoshi recognized as coming from the science lab, would ensure that Hanamiya left no fingerprints.

Never had a twelve-year-old been this much of a criminal genius, Imayoshi was sure. If Hanamiya wanted to get involved in distributing drugs, that was wholly different from using them. Imayoshi might even support his efforts - for a cut.

“There’s this kid in my class, he’s got really bad acne,” Hanamiya started out, using the innocently helpful tone that Imayoshi had learnt was the equivalent of a five-alarm warning siren. “And all the treatments for acne involve acid, don’t they? So I’m just improving the cream he uses.”

“Improving it how?” Imayoshi asked, already aware of the answer.

“Just adding a little more acid. It’ll be stable within the suspension of the cream, I’m putting it right in the middle. Once it’s squirted out onto his skin or he rubs it onto his face…” Hanamiya’s smirk turned into a wide, wicked grin.

“They’ll know it was tampered with,” Imayoshi said.

“That’s why I used the same acid listed in the ingredients. They’ll just think it was a faulty batch. Maybe sue the manufacturer for cash to get him some plastic surgery.” Hanamiya carefully injected the contents of the syringe into the tube, then pulled the syringe out and set it aside.

“If you’ll excuse me, Imayoshi-senpai, I have to return this to his room before he gets back from practice.” He smiled at Imayoshi as he stood up, hiding the tube in his pocket. “Thank you for coming to see me. You’ll make a perfect alibi.”

“Hurry back before I get bored, Makoto-chan,” Imayoshi teased and was gratified to see a flash of unease touch Hanamiya’s eyes at the thought of what a bored Imayoshi could do with unguarded access to his room.

He couldn’t have the boy thinking he was the only monster in the school.

...no but it sounds hilarious and omg NO NO YOU DON'T WANT HANAMIYA BREAKING NISHINOYA NOYA HAS DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE IT.

Asahi and Ushijima are just so big, they would make great subs down on their knees and trying to lick Noya's cock at the same time. Also lots of real estate to mark up nicely. Noya probably gets them to make out for his viewing pleasure sometimes too.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 415 words

Underage, sort of sexual content, a lot of talk about wet dreams, internalized homophobia, no actual Hanamiya, this fill could be titled ‘what happens when one half of a ship hits puberty before the other’.

***

For one childish moment of panic that he will never tell anyone about, Imayoshi thinks he’s peed the bed just like a baby. The sheets are wet and sticking to him, and even though he’s got a single room to himself, the cleaning staff will see and they’ll talk and then the other students will hear and --

Reason smacks him sharply across the face. They studied puberty in biology just the other day and discussed nocturnal sperm emissions. He didn’t wet himself. This is proof he’s growing up, like a girl getting her period, and he won’t have any more dreams of this nature if he masturbates daily. It’s nothing to worry about or be ashamed of.

All the same, he bundles up the sheets so that the wet patch is hidden before he takes them to the house master and says he needs his sheets changed today, please.

*

He still has wet dreams. Worse, the subject of them is beginning to become clearer and Imayoshi’s horrified the morning he wakes up and finds himself still hard with lingering memories of the dream still in his mind.

He pads down the hallway to the shower room and takes the coldest shower possible rather than touch himself to the thoughts in his head.

*

Hanamiya’s not even pretty. Not like girls are. His face is only a little soft from baby fat and his skin isn’t pink and he’s sturdy and tall with the beginning of muscle definition. He doesn’t look anything like a girl! Why is Imayoshi dreaming of him?!

Why can’t Imayoshi stop watching him?

Hanamiya’s mouth isn’t cute and little; it’s wide but full and Imayoshi wants to pat his lips and see if they’re as soft as they look. He gets these strange urges to tilt Hanamiya’s head from side to side until he can ascertain if Hanamiya’s eyes are really grey or if they’re green or a mixture of both.

There’s only a year’s difference between them. Hanamiya can’t be far away from the Change himself.

Does that mean that under his clothes…

Imayoshi blushes so furiously at that thought that Hanamiya asks if he’s running a fever and Imayoshi says yes, glad of any excuse that’ll cover for his deviant behavior.

*

Still, next time they’re all in the showers after practice, Imayoshi looks.

He thinks Hanamiya catches him looking. He thinks Hanamiya smiles.

That night, Hanamiya is a much more eager participant in Imayoshi’s dreams.

Ship: Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

"You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."

- Rhett Butler, Gone With the Wind

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 475

I'm sorry I didn't get the reference so I just wrote fluff /o\

***

Kagami has always liked having Kuroko over, and that hasn't really changed since they started dating but then again, dating hasn't changed very much at all for them. They still casually tease each other the same as as they always have, they still stop by Maji Burger on the way home from practice more often than not, and they still spend most of their time together.

The only real difference, Kagami thinks to himself as he makes them both cups of hot chocolate, is the fact that they kiss sometimes. He's still learning how not to get flustered when it happens, but he likes it. He can tell that Kuroko likes it too, from just how often his lips curve into a smile when they're pressed against each other.

When he gets out of the kitchen, carrying their mugs, Kuroko is lying on the floor with Nigou curled up against his side, in the sunny patch on the middle of the lounge room floor. Kagami stops just by the couch, setting the mugs quietly down on the coffee table and smiling to himself, walking over and sitting down beside Kuroko.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," he murmurs, stroking his fingers through Kuroko's hair.

'Hm?" Kuroko turns into Kagami's touch, slowly blinking his eyes open. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Kagami murmurs, smiling at him as he leans down.

Kuroko automatically props himself up by the elbows, meeting Kagami halfway in a kiss. Kagami gently pushes him back down to lie back on the floor, kissing him harder, until Kuroko's hands wrap around his shoulders, fingers stroking through the hair at the very nape of his neck. This is nice, their bodies pressed against each other, Kuroko warm against him because of how he's been lying in the sunny patch. Kagami can feel it against his front and it matches the warmth that's blooming inside his chest.

Nigou wakes up too, trying to climb over Kagami's side, sending him flinching away.

Kuroko laughs quietly, scratching behind Nigou's ear and pulling him back before he can chase Kagami. "I think we were making him feel left out."

"I'm not kissing him too," Kagami mutters. Having Nigou around is something that he's very slowly getting used to, because it's something that's going to happen as long as he has Kuroko around with him. He carefully reaches out, but yanks his hand back before Nigou can lick it. "God. He's going to bite me because he hates me."

"No he doesn't," Kuroko smiles, setting Nigou down on the floor. "He's my dog, isn't he? Of course he likes you. I like you."

Kagami feels his face burn, and he leans again to bump their noses together. "Say that again."

Kuroko smiles wider, kissing Kagami lightly. "I like you, Kagami-kun."

Ship: Asahi/Nishinoya, Rin/Haru, Sou/Rin, Hinata & Karasuno
Fandom: Haikyuu & Free!
Major Tags: death
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid; - Shakespeare

Ship: Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

“Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.”

― K, Sputnik Sweetheart

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 400 words

Underage, scheming, plotting, mentions of false accusations, stalking… it was such a cute prompt too.

***

One year, in the grand scheme of things, is not that big a gap and Hanamiya does his best to convince Imayoshi of that.

Yes, Imayoshi is in high school and Hanamiya is in middle school but it’s only a one year difference! It’s not like it’s ten years, it’s not like Imayoshi is 25 and Hanamiya 14. He’s 15, Hanamiya’s 14, and if Imayoshi doesn’t stop being so stubborn about how he can’t be seen with a middle schooler then…

Then Hanamiya’s going to make sure he’s seen with one.

*

Imayoshi opens the room to his dorm room and then shuts it too quickly for anyone to see inside.

“I just remembered, I need to get a book from the library,” he lies smoothly to Wakamatsu. “I’d better fetch it now before I settle down to study.”

“Alright. Night, captain,” Wakamatsu says and ambles to his own room. Imayoshi starts walking down the hallway towards the library; when he hears Wakamatsu’s door shut, he sprints back to his own room soundlessly, lets himself in and locks the door behind him.

“What are you doing here, Makoto? How did you even get here?” He hisses the question-accusations, keeping his voice as low as possible, and then puts a finger to his mouth when he sees Hanamiya open his mouth.

“The walls are very thin,” he warns Hanamiya hurriedly. “Keep your voice down or we’ll get caught.”

“Maybe I want to get caught,” Hanamiya says, defiance bright in his eyes. He hasn’t a stitch of clothing on, utterly naked and sprawled out on Imayoshi’s bed in a pose that he thought would be inviting but is actually difficult to maintain without getting sore. “Then you can’t make dumb excuses about how people can’t see us together.”

“Put your clothes back on.” Imayoshi shoves them at Hanamiya but Hanamiya doesn’t take them. “Hanamiya. You’re going to get me arrested or at least suspended!”

“Then don’t ignore me!” Hanamiya sits up, eyes narrowed and sharp. “Don’t act like you’re so old and cool that you can’t hang out with me anymore. I took photos of myself naked on your bed with your webcam. You want to get into trouble for having kiddie porn?”

Imayoshi’ll clean his computer the moment Hanamiya’s gone, he swears to himself, and then his heart plummets through the floor as Hanamiya keeps talking.

“I’m crying in some of them. Everyone in middle school knows how close we were. They’ll agree that your interest in me was unnatural.”

“...I’m not going to let you blackmail me into a relationship,” Imayoshi says.

Hanamiya shrugs, still naked, and says, “Then I’ll find some other way. But I’m not going to give up, Shouichi.”

By hook or crook or every trick in the book, he’ll make Imayoshi see reason.

He’ll make Imayoshi his.

Edited 2017-07-13 12:20 (UTC)

THIS SONG OH MY GOD

BLESS

fyi I woke up to this and couldn't stop grinning because it is such a Kuroo thing to lose track of time while lost in his own thoughts, and of course Yaku would fret over his disappearance, and their entire relationship here!!! I"M JUST!!! T_T the mutual understanding, and Kuroo knowing that he made Yaku worried, and Yaku knowing that something's on Kuroo's mind and offering to talk about it, and then!!! CUDDLES. CUDDLES SOLVE 80% OF THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa THANK YOU FOR THIS ADORABLE FILL !!!!
ps: mangy cat is such an appropriate nickname for him, i'm just.....

Ship: Mashima Taichi/Wataya Arata
Fandom: Chihayafuru
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 436

***

It's the nineteenth summer of Taichi's life, and he's only just learning things that he thought he'd figured out a long time ago.

Things he'd never thought he'd have to rethink at all, like what it means to feel love for someone. He would have thought, after so many years of listening to poetry about it, that he would have a firm enough grasp on the concept by now, but he's not sure any more. Not when he's watching Arata play karuta, his heart caught in his throat, and he isn't entirely sure that the admiration he feels is just because of the way Arata is playing.

This is the problem with seeing someone as your life-long rival: at some point, Taichi has stopped caring as much about the rival part and caring more about the fact that no matter where he's gone or what he's achieved, the very thought of Arata is hanging over his head, his name filling him with the same kind of tension as an unread verse towards the end of a karuta match.

"Taichi." Arata's voice cuts through the crowd after the match is over. He's made it as the Western Representative, and he wasn't meant to know that Taichi came all the way here to watch him. He walks through the crowd, stopping just an arm's reach of Taichi. He's radiant in his pride, and to Taichi, his smile feels like the winter sun; the first touch of warmth when he's spent so long in the cold.

"Taichi," he says again, and Taichi thinks that he could spend forever listening to his name in that voice. He entertains the thought, just briefly, of the syllables of his name meaning to Arata what Arata's name means to him, filling him with the same feeling.

He knows that it isn't realistic; their styles of karuta are fundamentally different. The way Arata approaches unread verses is different to Taichi's own memorisation. There's probably a fundamental difference in their feelings to each other, too. Besides, Arata says Taichi's name, while Taichi tries to avoid saying his.

"You came to watch," Arata murmurs, soft and pleased, and he's still smiling. Taichi can't look away.

"I," Taichi begins, and his mouth feels dry. He swallows hard, and surprises himself when he doesn't even have to force a smile onto his own face. "I wanted to see my competition."

Arata's smile changes then, becomes more dangerous, and Taichi is breathless in the best possible way.

"I've wanted this for years," Arata tells him, blushing like it's some sort of confession. "I'm looking forward to it, Taichi."

YELLS

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 482 words

Killing people with kindness.

***

Hanamiya stomped through the front door of the cabin, tore off his ski suit and then had to remove his skies so he could actually step out of the suit. He set the skis aside only to have them clatter to the ground noisily. With a muffled curse, he straightened them against the wall once more and then started peeling off the under layers as he walked towards the bathroom. His face was reddened from the cold and sun exposure, his teeth were chattering and he rubbed his hands together as he moved.

From his comfortable perch on the sofa, Imayoshi watched with amusement.

“So I take it you didn’t get your target?” He called out to the bathroom. He got no response beyond the sound of the shower turning on.

Imayoshi smiled to himself broadly, then set his book aside.

By the time Hanamiya got out of the shower, absolutely spoiling for a fight, Imayoshi had made Hanamiya a hot chocolate with shavings of the dark chocolate that Hanamiya liked, piled whipped cream onto it with chocolate shavings as decoration and added a tot of rum for good measure. He’d also dragged another quilt onto the sofa, placed more logs into the crackling fire and plumped up the pillows invitingly. The heat pack of lavender was the final finishing touch to the scene of complete comfort that awaited Hanamiya.

Hanamiya looked from the couch to Imayoshi, scowled, then settled down on the couch. He tucked the quilt over him, placing the heat pack over his frozen toes, and sipped at the chocolate. Nice and thick and bitter, just as he liked it.

“You ruined it,” he said grouchily as he struggled not to smile at how well Imayoshi had catered to his tastes. “I was going to yell at you about what a stupid trip this is and how that idiot wouldn’t even get out of the cabin so I had no chance to kill him and now I just feel pampered.”

“How terrible.” Imayoshi sat back down on his side of the couch, picking up his book and pulling his own quilt over him.

“You always know just what to do that people’ll hate most,” Hanamiya grumbled. He wriggled his feet under Imayoshi’s quilt only to find Imayoshi was wearing fleece bottoms that kept him toasty. Imayoshi didn’t even have the decency to yelp at the cold touch of Hanamiya’s frozen toes!

“Yes, Makoto-chan. Being a good boyfriend was all part of my evil plan,” Imayoshi said calmly as he turned the page.

“Knew it.” Hanamiya huffed and sipped his hot chocolate again. It was so thick that it flowed over his tongue as slow as sludge and then dripped down his throat to heat him from the inside. Hanamiya loved it like that and nobody except Imayoshi ever made it so thick.

Imayoshi was just the worst.

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Akashi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 536

***

Chihiro can't quite remember when he first started suspecting it, but the knowledge that he isn't entirely real is something that slowly settles upon him, like a heavy coat that is perhaps a touch too heavy for comfort. It makes his stomach twist with nausea, at the same time that he just simply nods and accepts it because now that he's finally had the thought, now that he's finally accepted it as a very real possibility, it makes sense to him.

There's no way that Seijuurou would be lucky enough find two people with similarly diminished presences, one after another. There's no way that Seijuurou would have set his sights on someone quite as stubborn as Chihiro and successfully won him over, unless he was playing into a much bigger plan.

There's no way that Chihiro could possibly exist, as a real person, without Seijuurou having something to do with it, directly or otherwise.

Chihiro thinks that he understands how Seijuurou works now. He can tell that not a single thing that he does is without meaning. It might not be done with the best of intentions, but that doesn't change the fact that there is intent, a single move in a much bigger game of shoji that only he can see the pieces of.

He finds Seijuurou in the courtyard just outside the dormitories and he takes a moment to consider the fact that he's never had a single problem finding Seijuurou, no matter where in the school he might be. Almost as if he has some sort of homing device fitted into his head, but he shudders to think of Seijuurou as home, the way he shudders to think of him as a creator, or a master.

Still, he doesn't mince his words when he approaches Seijuurou, where he's sitting alone on a bench with a book held in his hands.

"You created me."

Seijuurou lifts his mismatched gaze to Chihiro, his expression perfectly blank. "I thought we've been over this already, Chihiro. I am in need of a phantom sixth man for our team—"

"That's not what I mean," Chihiro cuts him off. He rests his fist over his chest, where he thinks he can feel his heart pounding, but he no longer trusts it. He doesn't trust his own limbs, now that he thinks that Seijuurou must have had a hand in their creation, somehow. "You… made me."

Seijuurou's eyes narrow as he understands what Chihiro truly means. Then, he simply blinks. "Is that a problem?"

"I thought—" Chihiro blinks, furious, confused, because of course it's a problem, even if he's struggling to find the words to explain why. "I thought I was my own person. I thought I was a real person, but you made me. Why? Did you have to make a pretend person just to be your sixth man?"

"Of course not," Seijuurou replies mildly, and pats the bench beside him. He doesn't continue until Chihiro is sitting beside him, their arms almost brushing against each other. "I made you for this."

Chihiro frowns in confusion, until Seijuurou leans against his side.

"Oh," he says, and frowns even more.

He leans against Seijuurou in return.

He doesn't hate it.

FUCK i want to just comment a stream of thumbs up emoji and fire emoji because yes. I always love asahi as a sub because you know he would sound good whining and begging. Noya would definitely like a full show just for himself or for additional audiences too

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 436 words

Continuation of the verse where ImaHana and Mido go to the same school and are friends.

***

Imayoshi and Hanamiya stared down at the leaflets that had been thrust at their chests, then at Midousuji.

“You want us to go to another school’s talent show?” Hanamiya asked, reading over the details quickly. “Why? Is there someone there you want to be booed off the stage?”

“No,” Midousuji said, clicking his teeth in a rattlesnake’s warning at Hanamiya. “My boyfriend is performing. He’s going to sing the Hime Hime song that he sings when cycling and you are going to clap. Both of you. Or I’ll break your hands and your fingers and you’ll never play basketball again.”

Midousuji had a vague notion that friendship didn’t usually involve this many threats but it wasn’t as if the other two ever really minded or even took him serious. Having people brush off his threats was a new experience for Midousuji and if it weren’t for how casually they threatened each other as well, he might have been annoyed.

Instead, he decided that threatening your friends was a standard part of bonding and that was why Imayoshi and Hanamiya never cared when he threatened them. It also meant he could ignore their threats, though theirs were rather more veiled than his.

“Hime Hime song?” Imayoshi questioned, smiling at Midousuji. “Of course we’ll clap for your boyfriend. You’ll introduce us after the show, won’t you? We’d love to meet him.”

“Yes.” Midousuji had already planned to show his two new friends to Onoda. See? He’d done as you asked! This was the proof of it! It would be like Show-and-Tell in kindergarten, except Onoda would be impressed instead of laughing at him.

“Splendid. Then we’ll be there.” Imayoshi smiled at Midousuji again, putting an arm around Hanamiya and squeezing in warning when he knew Hanamiya was about to protest.

*

As soon as Midousuji left, Hanamiya demanded, “Are we really going to sit through an entire talent show just to meet his boyfriend?”

“We’ll have a little contest,” Imayoshi said soothingly. “Each of us will try to come up with the most cutting remark to make afterwards to the contestants - barring Midousuji’s little boyfriend, of course.”

Hanamiya brightened up at that thought, “Maybe there’ll be some dancers. They’re so highstrung.”

“Maybe,” Imayoshi said. He’d have to get hold of a program before Hanamiya, somehow. If there wasn’t anyone for Hanamiya to cripple, he’d take it out on Midousuji’s boyfriend. Hanamiya just couldn’t help wanting to destroy everything and everyone - Midousuji could stand up to it but his boyfriend might be a different story.

Besides Imayoshi was curious as to what sort of person could win Midousuji's heart.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 579 words

Angst, mention of career-ending injuries, Hanamiya and Imayoshi being emotionally fucked up. Nothing really bad!

***

Hanamiya had been strange all night, too intent on marking Imayoshi even after Imayoshi had pushed him away and reminded him that he couldn’t go around flaunting bite marks when everyone knew he had no girlfriend. Now that it was over, he still didn’t seem to able to sleep, passing his hand restlessly over Imayoshi’s body and prising his thighs apart though Imayoshi doubted Hanamiya could even get it up again.

“If you don’t stop groping me,” Imayoshi said pleasantly, “I’ll replace your toothpaste with glue.”

Hanamiya stilled, then shifted, straddling Imayoshi once more. His long dark hair fell on either side of his face, dark curtains that shadowed his face and hid his expression.

“Again,” he said, voice tight and unusually stressed. “Just once more.”

“That’s what you said last time, Makoto-chan. What’s this about?” Imayoshi reached up and pushed the hair away from Hanamiya’s face, letting his hand linger on Hanamiya’s cheek.

To his surprise, Hanamiya turned his head to a side and kissed Imayoshi’s palm. Such gentle gestures of affection belonged in Victorian novels, not to them.

“My parents are set on me going to college overseas.” His tone wasn’t bleak but flat; his hands trembled against Imayoshi’s side, the way they did only when Hanamiya was very close to being overcome by emotion. “I told them there are plenty of good colleges but they want the very best for me.”

“...I’m flattered, Makoto-chan.” It was the wrong thing to say; Hanamiya’s teeth bared in a snarl and his eyebrows lowered.

“You’re so fucking arrogant, senpai!” Hanamiya spat the title like a curse, even as his hands cradled Imayoshi’s hips, stroking over the bruises he’d raised earlier. “Thinking I want to stay just for you. How do you know I’m not fucking half your school?”

“I never took you as the type to be into bestiality,” Imayoshi said coolly. Hanamiya’s knee-jerk recoil from any sign of affection wasn’t surprising; he was comfortable with it as a hydrophobe was comfortable with water.

Hanamiya’s laugh ran out, loud and sharp, and he kissed Imayoshi as if he were granting forgiveness. “They are a rather dumb lot, aren’t they? Imagine being stupid enough to send their ace out onto the court against me…”

Other schools had the sense to just keep their aces back. Losing the game to Kirisaki Daiichi would be bad but not as bad as losing the game and having their ace crippled - or winning the game and having their ace crippled. A lifelong injury weighed against a game would always win out (except when it came to Seirin and oh, how Hanamiya hated them still for their sickening self-sacrifice.)

“Don’t talk about that,” Imayoshi ordered. He’d graduated and gone to college after only one year of playing with Aomine but still, Aomine had been under his charge. Hanamiya’s gloating was meant to rile him up and as a parting gift, Imayoshi rose to the bait. “Make a promise instead.”

“What, do you want me to swear to be celibate?” Hanamiya asked, a malicious light in his eyes. “Promise that only your--”

“No matter where you are, I'll find you,” Imayoshi said and then kissed him, long and slow and hard. When the kiss broke, he smiled up at Hanamiya, “Take it as a threat if you like - as long as you take it as the truth.”

One of them had to say it and Hanamiya wasn’t strong enough to face his softer emotions.

I'm slowly like really liking these two murderers

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda, Midousuji & Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal & Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 456 words

Terrible people making good friends aka the crossover that absolutely nobody wanted.

***

"Open your heart and talk to people, and anybody would accept you, I'm sure." Onoda’s words resonated in Midousuji uneasily, making him feel as if he should actually attempt to make friends the way that his boyfriend insisted was so important. He didn’t see the point of it; he’d tried in elementary school and learnt fast that people were bullying, boring bastards.

Onoda wasn’t but Onoda was an exception. Nobody else at the school would be like Onoda.

Still, he ought to at least try. He’d promised Onoda he would. Perhaps if he brought back stories of how terribly it had gone, Onoda would stop insisting that Midousuji make friends.

Fine. Whom should he choose to make friends with? Nobody in his own class. He knew them already.

Someone with glasses? If they were an otaku like Onoda, then maybe he could carry on a conversation with them for at least a little before they inevitably got scared and scampered off.

Hm. That boy over there had glasses and Midousuji remembered he was on the basketball team. A fellow athlete who was also an otaku seemed like a good bet. He was talking to someone else, also on the basketball team. Good. It meant he was more likely to be rejected but he could tell Onoda he’d tried with two people and neither had been interested.

Midousuji headed towards the boys with his odd, disjointed walk. He moved like a marionette, all clinking joints and unreal, too-smooth motions of his hips. Looming over the two, who fell silent as he approached, he bared his teeth in a white, wide smile.

“Hello,” he said, letting his mouth stretch monstrously wide so his teeth shone like white tombstones.

“Hello.” The boy with the glasses adjusted them, a glint passing the glass. His eyes were narrowed under them, nearly shut - was he squinting? Why didn’t he just get stronger glasses if so?

The other boy cocked his head to a side, then suddenly smiled almost as widely as Midousuji did.

“I know you,” he said in a tone of delight that was new to Midousuji. People who’d heard of him usually stayed far away or whispered to each other. They didn’t smile at him or have such an amused look on their face. “You’re the one who won a race by telling the boy in the lead that his mother had died.”

“Yes,” Midousuji admitted shamelessly, “But I also cycled fast.”

Lying to Weakizumi would have done no good if he weren’t good enough to outcycle the others as well.

“Clever,” the boy without the glasses said and Midousuji decided that maybe Onoda had been right after all.

This one might make a good friend.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 454 words

Warnings for underage, creepiness, predatory/grooming behavior from Imayoshi and Hanamiya being a manipulative little brat.

***

Hanamiya squirmed away from Imayoshi’s questing hand, wriggling off the desk and onto his chair instead.

“Senpai, you are naughty,” he reprimanded breathlessly.

“You’re one to talk, Makoto-chan.” Imayoshi smiled, smoothing his hand over Hanamiya’s hair. What movie was he mimicking? He didn’t believe Hanamiya’s scolding protests anymore than he believed the crocodile tears that Hanamiya could turn off and on so easily.

Hanamiya’s shirt was half-undone, showing a flash of pale brown nipple when Hanamiya moved away from Imayoshi, and there was an attractive flush on Hanamiya’s cheeks. As much as Imayoshi liked Hanamiya’s evil look, there were definitely moments that Hanamiya was just cute.

“I’m not the one kissing underclassmen, Imayoshi-senpai,” Hanamiya shot back with faux-primness. “You’re much too old to be doing this with little boys.”

“I’m only one year above you. You’re not that little,” Imayoshi said, quelling the brief rush of his own conscience that insisted that really, Hanamiya was too young for this no matter how clever and scheming he was. “How old you think I am?”

“Fourteen in years and a thousand in malice and spite,” Hanamiya said sweetly, his tone better suited to words of love than the ones he spoke. He bit his lower lip, drawing Imayoshi’s attention to how flushed and pink it was from kissing, and tilted his head up so that Imayoshi could kiss him again.

When they drew apart, Hanamiya said dreamily, “Just think what would happen if anyone knew about this.”

“I would kill you.” Imayoshi patted Hanamiya’s cheek lightly, letting his fingers graze down to close around Hanamiya’s slim throat.

“Promise?” Hanamiya asked with a smirk that begged to be kissed.

“That’s the only promise I’ll ever make. If I go down, Makoto-chan, I’m taking you with me.” Imayoshi leaned down and sealed the promise with another kiss. Hanamiya’s pulse jumped against his palm, proof of that young vitality, and Imayoshi allowed himself a moment of pleasure at earning that reaction.

He pulled back and adjusted his glasses. Kissing Hanamiya always left his glasses so irritatingly smudged.

Hanamiya smiled up at him with shining eyes, his lips slightly parted.

“You always say the sweetest things, senpai. Corruption of innocence and threatening to murder me to keep it quiet.” Hanamiya sighed, patting his phone where it lay on the desk. The touch activated the screen, showing the voice memo app had been running for a good half-hour.

“I hope the recorder got all that,” Hanamiya said and kissed Imayoshi again.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 454 words

Fluff! Crack! Murder boys in middle school, taking dancing lessons and not being all that scary.

***

The music was awful and the teacher was even worse. Imayoshi swung Hanamiya around only to be kicked int he shins.

"Ow!" He protested, narrowing his eyes at his partner.

"Sorry," Hanamiya said, widening his eyes apologetically, "It's just so hard to get the hang of this formal dancing."

"Liar," Imayoshi accused. "You did that on purpose."

"Senpai, I would never! I respect you far too much to ever hurt you deliberately..." Hanamiya sniffed, his eyes starting to shine with a glaze of tears, and then he laughed up at Imayoshi, "Just kidding. I fucking hate this class. Why do we even need to learn how to dance?"

"Complain to the principal, not to me," Imayoshi said as he tried to swing Hanamiya again. Once more, he was kicked in the shins.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He demanded in pure exasperation, his usual smile starting to slip.

"I don't like being picked up. It makes me feel small," Hanamiya said. Imayoshi considered pointing out that since Hanamiya was a year younger than Imayoshi, of course he was smaller than Imayoshi, but decided against it. It'd just earn him another kick.

The dancing teacher had specifically paired up the third years and second years because the second years were supposedly sized closer to what third year girls would be like if they were actually allowed to dance together instead of being segregated by sex.

At first, Imayoshi had been pleased by the rare chance to have a class with Hanamiya but he'd very soon realized that dancing was not a talent Hanamiya possessed or had any interest in cultivating.

"The dance teacher says to pick up your partner and swing them around at that riff," Imayoshi said, side-stepping and pulling Hanamiya with him. "Do you want to pick me up and swing me around instead?"

"Sure," Hanamiya said nonchalantly.

Imayoshi snorted. "You can't do that. I'm too big for you."

Hanamiya's eyes glittered with dangerous confidence. "You're going to eat those words, senpai."

Hanamiya deftly stepped back, one hand on Imayoshi's waist and the other on his shoulder, and pulled them clear of the rest of the class. The music swelled, coming up to that fateful riff, and Hanamiya spun Imayoshi out cleanly, then twirled to him, grabbed him around the waist by both hands and stepped to the side to swing Imayoshi up.

His arms couldn't take the strain and he staggered backwards, falling while still holding Imayoshi.

There was laughter from the rest of the class but for a moment, Hanamiya didn't hear any of it. Imayoshi's glasses had been knocked askew and his surprised grey eyes were wide open.

Funny. Hanamiya had never noticed how pretty Imayoshi's eyes were before.

JOYFUL SHRIEKS YES PLEASE. I'm thrilled that you're even readin them, honestly but them converting you to the fucked up mess of ImaHana is just. best possible outcome.

I MISS??? FUCKED UP DYNAMICS????? THEY MAKE ME MISS IT????? They sound lovely so far

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