Bonus Round 5: Clue

[referees]

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

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
  • The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
  • Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
  • The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
  • Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
  • 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 Clue-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> [Character] in the [location] with the [item].	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

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

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Comments

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Sugawara Koushi/&Tanaka Ryuunosuke OR Sugawara Koushi/&Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: gender bending allowed but not necessary?

Prompt:
Suga in the ballroom with the single glass slipper

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[babster]

Ship: Sugawara Koushi/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: a single swear
Word Count: 773

more like 'outside the ballroom' but i tried

***

Growing up in court, Suga had seen dozens of people make fools of themselves over Princess Shimizu. He’d done it himself. As much sympathy as he had for the smitten, however, he couldn’t deny that they were hilarious more often than not.

At the moment, Suga was watching a young man wind his way through groups of nobles, heading straight for the princess, a look of lovestruck adoration on his handsome face. He was oddly dressed, less like a noble than a theater’s version of one, all flashy clothes with no regard for current court fashion, and he stood out like a sore thumb with his long stride and angled shoulders. The guards noticed him, too, and Suga saw the subtle shift in their stance as they readied themselves for a potential assassin. They were used to suiters, too, but when it came to the princess, they were ever-ready.

Finally, the young man stood in front of Princess Shimizu. Now that he was closer, Suga could see that he was all sharp lines, with an air of wildness about him, like a lion among housecats.

Then, Princess Shimizu met the man’s eyes, and Suga’s initial impression vanished as the man turned beet red and stood nearly on his toes as he tried to appear even taller.

“Marry me, please!” he yelled. There was a titter of laughter across the hall. The guards suppressed smiles, their stances relaxing. Suga covered his smile with his hand.

The princess didn’t blink, looking her suitor up and down in that all-encompassing way she had.

“No,” she replied calmly, and turned back to her conversation. She wasn’t cruel about it, merely direct. The young man turned even redder and fled.

Suga followed him. He was intrigued, and these parties were always so dull anyway.

He found the young man in the garden, walking in a tight circle and muttering to himself.

“I can't believe I said that! What happened to me? Argh, that was so-”

“If it makes you feel any better, they'll probably have forgotten about it by tomorrow night,” Suga said. The man stopped his pacing and stared at him.

“Why would that make me feel better?” he demanded. “Are you saying I'm that forgettable?” His face twisted into a sneer and he leaned forward aggressively. A thrill went down Suga's spine.

“Ah, I only meant that someone proposes to Princess Shimizu nearly every night,” he replied, wearing his blandest and most benign smile. The man groaned.

“Of course they do.”

“I'm Suga,” he said. “And who are you? I would definitely remember seeing you before.”

“Oh.” The man looked sheepish. “I'm Tanaka. Tanaka Ryuunosuke. I kinda...snuck in here tonight.” Suga grinned, delighted.

“Really?” That explained the get-up. “Tell me more.”


They ended up sitting on a garden bench, talking as, inside, the rest of the ball went on. Tanaka explained how he'd come to the party on a dare from his best friend, and Suga recounted several of the pranks he'd been involved in at court. They both shared a love of sports, and Tanaka was delighted to discover they played complimentary positions.

“What's that?” Suga asked, as Tanaka tugged absently on a chain around his neck.

“Oh!” Tanaka drew the chain over his neck and held it out. “I thought if I was coming to a fancy place like this, and meeting the princess, I should have something nice, you know?”

In his hand, at the end of the chain, was a perfect miniature slipper made of red glass.

“It's lovely,” Suga said. And it was, although it was nothing like the jewelry worn by nobles.

“You know, even though it was really embarrassing being turned down by the princess like that in front of everyone, I'm glad I came,” Tanaka said. Suga glanced from the slipper to his face, and in the light of the moon Tanaka seemed to be blushing.

“I'm glad I met you, as well,” Suga replied. He leaned in slowly, saw Tanaka's eyes flutter shut, let his mouth part--

The bells tolled midnight.

“Shit!” Tanaka leaped up, dropping the necklace. “My sister's going to kill me! I have to go.” He flashed an apologetic smile and tore off into the shadows.

Suga blinked, and shook his head. The light glinted off the glass slipper in the grass, and he leaned down to pick it up.

Tomorrow, he would find Tanaka and return the necklace. It was the polite thing to do.

And who knows? Maybe they could pick up where they left off.

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Yaku Morisuke & Shibayama Yuuki
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Manga Spoilers (sort of?)
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Shibayama at on the sidelines at Nationals with Yaku's number placard.

Re: PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[rielity]

is this in reference to the Nekoma/Nohebi match (qualifiers) or actual Nationals?

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[jessibot]

Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi/tendou satori
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: objectively gross

Prompt:
oikawa in the living room with the stack of toenail clippings

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: ReonSemi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Reon in the dining room with the apron

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, T

[myn_x]

Ship: oohira reon/semi eita
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: past semi eita/shirabu kenjirou, angst, smoking, mental health issues (depression), food comfort!!!!
Word Count: ~1200

first of all, thANK YOU FOR PROMPTING THIS. I AM WEAK. my ideas for what i had originally planned to write for this spiraled out of control, so this is only a portion of what i finished before the br deadline orz

***

It was astonishing how quickly love could devolve to hate.

Smoking was only one of the bad habits Eita had picked up because of Shirabu. There was also the gritted teeth every time something reminded him of his ex -- because that asshole just had to show up everywhere Eita looked -- and the staying up all night for no reason other than not wanting to dream. Avoiding text messages and phone calls. Rushing to finish his coding job so he could leave the office a little early and cry until he puked in the sanctity of his own bathroom. Sitting in the shower with his hands curled into fists until the water ran cold, until the beast that was urge to hurt retreated to its corner.

Eita was two cigarettes away from forgetting that he never told Shirabu to leave his key. He leaned against the wall and let the puff of smoke curl out the open window, watching as it dissolved into the night, wishing that his memories would do the same.

He didn't know why he was nursing his hurt like this. It wasn't as if he was any more or less lonely now that Shirabu was gone, since his new job had made short work of keeping him busy with no time for their relationship in the last few months it had taken for everything to go to hell.

They'd broken up before a few times, but it was never permanent. They'd find their way back to each other only to spew more venom and sleep apart again because it was all they knew how to do. Shirabu had never packed before he disappeared, until he did. He had always come back for more, until he didn't.

In a morbid way, Eita missed the screaming matches that left him hoarse and too angry to function; at least they were better than this perpetual, numbing silence.

Eita craved indifference, but he couldn't help the flare of hope in his chest every time his phone buzzed. He routinely ignored and deleted the apologetic messages from old teammates and friends who'd heard out about the split, but dutifully, if not a little curtly, responded to work emails -- most of which were programming questions that had easily googleable answers -- since he couldn't afford to lose his job. Things were tense as is, when he came into the office every weekday looking like death itself. At least his mask kept the most annoying ones away from his cubicle.

He'd collapsed into bed (gods, his sheets needed washing) for another sleepless night when a message from Reon caught his eye. Those were the only messages he kept because they were never pushy or insincere. Reon never asked how Eita was. Instead, he messaged him about books he'd read and thought Eita would like and other, harmless topics that didn't require Eita to think too hard on his replies.

I have something for you. I can drop it off any time this week, just let me know when's good for you.

Eita hadn't seen Reon in ages and was tempted to tell him to just send whatever it was by mail. But he knew Reon wouldn't have said he'd bring it in person if there wasn't a valid reason behind his offer. Truth be told, he didn't really care either way.

tomorrow. i get off work at 4. I’ll send you my address in the morning



Knowing how volatile his relationship with Shirabu was, it wasn't surprising that Eita had fallen apart in the wake of their breakup. But Reon still felt a pang in his chest at the sight of averted bloodshot eyes underscored by bruise-like circles, and the way the wrinkled long-sleeve tee hung off Eita’s body, nearly swallowing him whole.

The cloying scent of cigarettes and heartache was thick in the air.

Reon didn't think; he blurted an apology and a promise to be right back, all in the same breath, and then he was jogging to the little market a few blocks from Eita's flat, a list already formed in his mind.



Eita didn't know what to make of Reon's abrupt arrival and departure, but since he said he'd be right back, he left the door unlocked, smirking at the comforting thought of someone coming in and murdering him in the meantime.



"My grandmother used to say the first step to healing a broken heart was a good bowl of miso," Reon said, unpacking his haul on the kitchen counter.

Eita glowered at him from the living room. He sat with his chin resting on his palms on the back of the couch as he watched Reon prep for the soup and fiddle with the rice cooker. "My heart can't be broken if I don't have one."

"You could stand to be a little less miserable, Eita. Believe me -- you aren't heartless." Reon eyed the take-out containers in the slightly over-full trash. "When's the last time you cooked?"

"Cooking? What's that?" was the sarcastic reply. Underlying it was a bitterness that confirmed Reon's suspicions. Eita had never been thin, but he looked withered and withdrawn, more shadow than substance, as if he had been willing his body to disappear.

Reon pulled his gaze from Eita and shook himself because he wasn't here to scrutinize and make him uncomfortable. Just his original mission of passing him the envelope and his new mission to make sure he ate decently for once, both of which he desperately hoped would bring Eita some peace of mind.



Their closeness from high school had morphed into something more mature, where they didn’t need to see each other every day to know that they were still friends. Just the texts every now and then, which was how Eita preferred it.

Eita couldn’t remember exactly how long it had been since they’d seen each other. He was pretty sure there was a party he and Shirabu had gone to (and left separately) a few months ago, and some of the old team had been there. He quashed that memory quickly. It didn’t matter how long it had been.

Because even though they’d grown older and apart, less dependent on their unrivaled sense of camaraderie, watching Reon flit around his kitchen in the apron he’d filched from one of the drawers, one Eita hadn’t even remembered he’d had until Reon already had it over his head, didn’t feel like novelty. This was Reon’s first time in his kitchen, but it was also his thousandth.



The miso was a welcome heat on Eita's tongue, and the was rice fluffier than he ever managed to get it, but Eita slowed down at Reon's quirked brow. He was surprised at his own hunger, since he'd largely forgotten what hunger felt like. Everything else he'd been eating -- even the curry he got from his favorite restaurant -- had tasted like sawdust. This, though, was heavenly, and he took seconds, then thirds.

Reon didn’t take any, content to sit with Eita while he ate at the dining table, still wearing that infernal apron with its pastel floral pattern. It suited him, Eita thought.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[jessibot]

Ship: kuroo tetsurou/bokuto koutarou /& terushima yuuji
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
terushima at the front door with the fursuit

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[directorenno]

i am yelling

yelling

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[jessibot]

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

Prompt:
kasamatsu in the bathroom stall with the handwritten letter

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kise/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 476

***

So, Kasamatsu had panicked. A lot. He doesn’t like girls; he doesn’t talk to girls; he can’t talk to girls. He’s as awkward around them as anything, and yet one of them had placed a letter in his locker, a confession note. Complete with hearts and perfume and ribbons and, Oh, God. A simple no thank you, a simple I can’t, why can’t he even do that? He’s the captain of the fucking basketball team; he can’t just be a coward about talking to one girl about one note. He doesn’t even have to lie; he’s truly not interested. And there’s someone else, although he’s not sure if that should come up at all.

(Don’t the girls in the manga Kobori’s always going on and on about ask who? As if it’s their business, but damn.)

Kise gets confessed to all of the time, and it’s not like Kasamatsu’s not a little bit jealous of how open they are, how obviously they act in their pursuit of him, how they ask and try to snatch him. Kasamatsu’s never been particularly good with his own feelings; it’s always a process of working things through, and he wouldn’t have really realized his for Kise at all if Kise hadn’t said anything. And why would Kise want to stay in a relationship where he’s always the one pushing for more, figuring things out, when he’s got these girls almost literally throwing themselves at him? That’s a rhetorical question; they’ve talked it over and Kasamatsu’s thought it over enough.

“Senpai,” says Kise, peering over the next stall. “I found you.”

Kasamatsu practically shrieks (but he is not the type of person who shrieks). “What the fuck? I could have been some random person taking a shit.”

“But I knew you weren’t,” says Kise. “Come on, what do you have there?”

Kasamatsu wants to hide it, but it’s only going to make Kise more interested, and might as well let it all out. He hands the crumpled piece of paper up to Kise, and Kise scans it, eyes narrowing.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Kasamatsu shrugs. “I have to tell her no, but…I don’t even know who she is.”

Kise laughs, and Kasamatsu is less amused than all of the times Kise’s broken the fucking hoop in practice combined. “What? This is fucking hard for me, Mr. I Reject Ten Girls Every Day. You fucking know why.”

“Here I was, worried, that she might be someone important to you,” says Kise. “IF that’s the case, why the drama?”

“No one’s ever written me a letter like this,” says Kasamatsu. “I don’t want to leave her hanging or make her cry, but I don’t talk to girls!”

Kise laughs again, and Kasamatsu contemplates balling up a piece of toilet paper and hitting him on the head with it.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Midousuji Akira / Onoda Sakamichi & Onoda's mother
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Midousuji in the Onoda's kitchen with the dirty dishes.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 465 words

Yes, Onoda’s mother calls him Akira. Shh. That’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XD Really soft fluffy MidoSaka with a little background angst.

***

“Oh, you really don’t have to help!” Mrs. Onoda said, fluttering around the sink helplessly as Midousuji filled up the sink with hot, soapy water. “Please, you’re our guest, Akira, why don’t you and Sakamichi just go upstairs and play? Or watch your anime?”

“I’ll do the dishes first,” Midousuji said, hoping the flush on his cheeks would be taken for the result of the heat in the kitchen. “You spent a long time cooking for us. Let us do this.”

“Akira’s right,” Onoda chimed in loyally. He kissed his mother on one round cheek and gently pushed her in the direction of the living room, “Go rest! At least let us do this.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” His mother wavered but at last smiled at the two of them as she gave in. “What a nice boy you are, Akira.”

She retreated to the living room, leaving Midousuji and Onoda alone. Midousuji would’ve hissed if anyone else called him nice but coming from Onoda’s mouth, he flushed a little hotter and ducked his head.

“I’ll dry them,” Onoda said helpfully as he joined Midousuji at the sink, picking up a dish cloth and waiting for the first dish to be passed over.

“Okay,” Midousuji said, attacking the first dish with a sponge.

“She’s right, though. You are nice.” Onoda leaned over and kissed Midousuji’s cheek, nearly making the dish slip from Midousuji’s suddenly-nerveless fingers.

“I am not!” He scowled at Onoda even as he passed the dish over to him. “I’m just used to washing dishes.”

Sympathy touched Onoda’s eyes, making the soft corners of his mouth turn down. “Does your aunt make you do all the housework?”

“No. I take turns with my cousins.” His aunt wasn’t a bad person. She didn’t treat him like free labor, even if she didn’t love him. Midousuji scowled again and went to work on a second dish. “...My mother couldn’t do much work even before she went to hospital. So I learnt to wash the dishes and clothes and keep the house tidy.”

“Oh,” Onoda said and Midousuji knew he was thinking of how young Midousuji had been in the few photos there were of him with his mother.

To stop Onoda pitying him, Midousuji elbowed him (gently, for all that padding, Onoda was still fragile in Midousuji’s eyes) and said cockily, “You’re getting a real catch, Sakamichi. I can keep the house and scare off all your enemies.”

“I don’t have enemies, Akira,” Onoda said with a laugh as he put the dried dish down and accepted the second one. “Everyone is my friend.”

And the part that puzzled Midousuji the most was that it was true. Everyone loved Onoda and yet it was him that Onoda had chosen to love.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Machimiya Eikichi / Ibitani Ryou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Ibi on Hiroshima Kureminami Technical School's rooftop with a baseball bat.

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T

[besania]

Ship: Ibitani Ryou Machimiya Eikichi.
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major tags: Violence
Other tags: --
Word count: 905

Not beta'd nor proof-read but I hope you like it anyway!

***

Ibitani has a bad habit.

If the entire student body knew about it, he didn’t care. He gave slightly more fucks about a teacher finding out, though at the same time what could they do to stop him? He was sure that the bast majority of them would either look the other way, or back away the moment he glared at them, cowards that they were.

None of them cared that much, it was a simple as that.

Then there were those who did (none of them teachers, of course), who by this point in life had better things to do than to try to reason into him that climbing into the roof with trashcans stolen from classrooms and beating them into garbage with a baseball bat, risking that he’d decide to beat them into garbage instead.

(Not that he would do that, honestly — Not anymore anyway, and not without a good reason. Last time someone persuaded him into pounding them into a pulp it was some nutcase of a first year, and it had been so justified that he doesn’t recall anyone trying to stop him.

That wasn’t the person that had been on the floor back then, because of the nutcase first year.

But it was better not to think about that, if he got any angrier he’d be stuck on the rooftop all day.)

He doesn’t know if this is a setback, has no idea if the person that was on the floor that day thinks less of him for doing this. He doesn’t think about that. Is he trying to be better? Is he honestly trying? Is that a realistic thought for someone like him to have? Is everyone else trying? Anyone else? Does it matter? Like that blond rich guy from Hakone, does it matter to him? Does he care? On what basis does someone like that call himself strong—?

He doesn’t understand that like he understands this: The swing of a bat, wind resistant making a swooping sound as he cuts through it, the strain in his arms as wood meets metal and forces it to give in. The way things connect to other things through force, through physical means, the way force forces things to yield–– It’s a simple language that comes easily to him. He can make something like wood beat something like metal like this. He can control this, even if it’s a poor substitute for all the things he /can’t/.

Moving is easy. Venting is easy. Pretending that the more he swings, the more he gives the questions an scape, the less they’re fueling his movements is not easy, but he acts like it is; It’s the only way to reach that moment where he almost believes it, and the noise in his head that makes him clench his jaw until it’s sore is drowned by the incessant banging, and he’s but a body that carries on through momentum.

He’s the kind that finds it easier to redirect than to stop. He knows, without a doubt, that if it were possible and energy wasn’t an issue he’d… but that’s not unlimited, or at least his isn’t (he has no idea how it is for the rest of the world. Didn’t he learn about that in class? Well, obviously he didn’t). Often a source of more frustration, not that he can do anything anymore to at least try to get rid of it.

He’s always left tired and sweaty and burning, still raging exhaustedly in a silence that echoes, the problem untouched by his tantrums –– A fact he understands rationally but has trouble accepting.

“You done yet?”, comes a voice at his back. He sneers at the bored tone, yet he lets out a derisive laugh aimed at himself. Listen, he knows, he knows. It’s just that knowing isn’t enough.

“Here, you’re sweating like a pig.”

“Shut up”, he rasps out, taking the drink from the other’s hand. “Pigs don’t even sweat, idiot.”

The other barks out a laugh, pretty literally. What a fucking dog, Ibitani mutters, no bite behind the comment.

“And what the hell do you win from knowing an useless fact like that?”

Nothing?

“To correct you”, he shots back, hitting the other behind the knees with the bat. He goes down like a puppet, cursing and flailing all the way, and this time Ibitani’s laugh is a lot more honest — And a lot more mocking, too.

The other attempts to kick him, so he kicks back. They go at it for a couple of minutes, but Ibitani is tired and stops first. He stops too, though not before kicking his butt twice. Then, they go quiet again, only their labored breathing filling the space.

Ibitani falls back. The sun is falling too. Everywhere he looks there’s a fiery red mixed with intense orange. It occurs to him that a cheesy narrator in some cheap yankee movie would say that’s what his soul’s fire looks like — Isn’t that disgusting?

“We’ll get them back next time”, the voice says suddenly, unknowingly and mercifully deriding his thoughts. “We still have a year. We’ll show them — him what we truly are capable of.” He snickers like a maniac, like he’ll drool at any time because he finds his own not-joke that funny.

“Damn right we will”, he bites out, kicking at the air again. “Next year is our year. Right, Miya?”

Prompt: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Kiyoshi/Hanamiya or Kiyoshi /& The Uncrowned Kings or Kiyoshi/&Riko/&Hyuuga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: abuse, dubcon, sexual content, possible character death
Other Tags: medical issues (medication), repo! the generic opera au, oooooor an afterschool special

Prompt:
Kiyoshi in the alley with a little glass vial. A little glass vial? A little glass vial!

Re: Prompt: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[fickle]

*smears blood all over this prompt* MINE NOW.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru /& Miyuki Kazuya || Oikawa Tooru /& Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Oikawa in the lake with the poppies.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru /& Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, bioshock possibly

Prompt:
Oikawa in the sunken city with the shortwave radio.

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[kuramochi]

Ship: miyuki kazuya &/ sawamura eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
miyuki in nagano with a gardening trowel

fill: team grandstand, g

[nee_saan]

Ship:Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 520

crawls out of my grave, chucks words at you, thanks mel for the umpteenth time in my life

***

Even if Miyuki hates this, there is a sentiment of comfort, disguised gaudily with floral patterned gloves and cheap tools, with a hat that smells of dog and a sun that never quits. It’s half past noon and it’s been that time for three hours now, but Sawamura insists it’s been fifteen minutes and perhaps it has but Miyuki’s hands hurt as if he’s been catching for the pitching machine set to max for weeks on end; he’s sure there is something to be said about a baseball player and their hands but the joke would fall short on a pitcher who didn’t worry about his hands enough so Miyuki grinds his teeth and keeps at it all the same, meticulously digging while Sawamura pulls bulbs out of a woven basket, narrowing his eyes as he inspects each one for imperfections. He mumbles while he works, tossing out a few that look a bit bruised or lackluster compared to others but is soon satisfied and places the basket between them. Miyuki glares.

‘Come on,’ Sawamura encourages, bumping his knee against Miyuki. It’s redundant to resist and Miyuki knows this – there’s a glimmer to Sawamura’s gaze that weakens him, that finds the hardest part of him and makes it soft, turns Miyuki vulnerable to things like ‘gardening’ and ‘moms’.

Avoiding Sawamura’s stare, he works at digging a hole deep enough for the soon to be flowers. The trowel is heavy in his hands and not as cheap as Miyuki had previously thought. It lifts the soil from the ground cleanly, each scoop of earth light. Sawamura nods approvingly and Miyuki hides a smile, grateful for his old smelling hat. Most of the soil is loose but Miyuki strikes at a tough spot eventually. He scrapes uselessly at the mound of dirt until Sawamura tosses a tool in his direction, one that resembles an odd-looking fork. After a few silly attempts at stabbing the ground, Miyuki rakes the fork across the rock, pleased when it crumbles after a little pressure.

‘Wait ‘till I tell Kuramochi,’ Sawamura snickers, his shoulders shaking. ‘I never would of thought – ‘

It’s not the first time Miyuki has seen dirt smeared across Sawamura’s face, but there’s something altogether too rewarding about being the one to put there. He sputters for a moment, choking up a few lung fulls of soil while Miyuki cackles and begins to pack his bulb into the ground. Using the trowel again, he packs the dirt around it tightly, trying to keep it firm. Sawamura intervenes after recovering, gently prying the tool from his hands.

‘Just enough to stand straight,’ he mutters, undoing some of the work Miyuki has done. He loosens the dirt around the bulb a little bit, careful not to bother the small roots and branches jutting from the plant. ‘It only needs a little help. The rest it will do on its own.’

The irony does not escape Miyuki – he has own experiences with sprouts that only need a little bit of care and guidance, and now he supposes Sawamura does too, albeit with a different kind of plant.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio /& Kunimi Akira
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kageyama in the cafe with salted caramel ice cream.

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: kindaichi yuutarou &/ kunimi akira
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
kunimi by the waters with the camera.

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Sawamura Eijun &/(Kominato Haruichi OR Furuya Satoru OR Miyuki Kazuya)
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: p l s i just lowkey want mura in a field of sunflowers as tall or taller than him LAUGHS pls

Prompt:
Eijun in the sunflower field with a straw hat.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[greenowl]

Hugs this prompt close to my chest

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Manami & Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, kingdom hearts possibly

Prompt:
Miyahara in the void between worlds with a key sword

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: kagami taiga &/ kuroko tetsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
kuroko in the spare futon with the hair dryer.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Manami & Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Body horror (dis-attached eye?)
Other Tags: None, CLAMP au possibly

Prompt:
Miyahara in the destroyed throne room with the very blue eye.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Midousuji Akira &/ Manami Sangaku, Midousuji Akira &/ Kishigami Komari, Midousuji Akira &/ Onoda Sakamichi, Fukutomi Juichi &/ Shinkai Hayato, Fukutomi Juichi &/ Arakita Yasutomo, Shinkai Hayato &/ Izumida Touichirou, Makishima Yuusuke &/ Onoda Sakamichi, Aoyagi Hajime &/ Teshima Junta, Aoyagi Hajime &/ Kaburagi Issa, Teshima Junta &/ Ashikiba Takuto, Toudou Jinpachi &/ Manami Sangaku, Tadokoro Jin &/ Makishima Yuusuke, why can't I just prompt everyone
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: (Potentially underage) Sexual content or Graphic depictions of violence/gore (Amputation, Mutilation)
Other Tags: So there are a lot of Loveless AU and cat ears don't really go well with bike helmets and wind resistance

Prompt:
Any of those characters in the club's room with the other's ears.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[fickle]

YES. GOOD.

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: kise ryouta &/ kuroko tetsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: rpg au any way you want to take it

Prompt:
kuroko in the final room of the dungeon tower boss with the last healing potion.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kise/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 429 words

***

“We can’t make it,” Kuroko judged, eyeing their health bars and mana bars. “Even if you drink the potion and get back up to full health, we won’t be able to take the boss down with only the two of us.”

“But we’ve come so far, Kurokocchi!” Kise whined, looking at the door that led to the tower boss’ lair. “We’ve never made it this far before.”

“But it’s only the two of us,” Kuroko pointed out. “No Murasakibara-kun to tank the damage. No Aomine-kun to deal DPS. No Midorima-kun to heal us Akashi-kun to oversee and coordinate the fight. What’s a fighter and a rogue going to do alone against the hardest boss in the dungeon?”

“We’ll juggle the damage,” Kise said, making his character lie down to regenerate health faster. “Between the two of us, we can keep him too busy to ever actually connect.”

“...” Kuroko studied Kise for a second, wondering if he was serious. Yes. He was. “Kise-kun, you are very fast but I don’t think you’re fast enough to do that. And neither of us have enough health to take more than one hit if we misjudge it.”

“Then we won’t misjudge it. Don’t worry, Kurokocchi! I’ll be here to keep you safe.” Kise threw his arm around Kuroko’s shoulders cheerfully and peppered kisses over his face while Kuroko half-heartedly tried to struggle free. One day, he would get used to Kise’s impromptu shows of affection but until then, he never quite knew what to do with them.

When he finally pulled away, it was to find that both their characters were back up to 75% health.

“I still think we should wait for the others to respawn,” he said with a sigh of resignation.

“But then they’ll have to fight their way through the whole dungeon again to get to us,” Kise argued. “And without us, they won’t make it this far!”

“We can always go back and meet them partway,” Kuroko said reasonably. It’d be a waste of time but it was better than dying needlessly.

“We should try! The worst that happens is that we die, lose a little experience and maybe some items and end up at the start again. And then we can try it again with the rest of the team.” Kise beamed at Kuroko, his eyes shining hopefully.

Not for the first time, Kuroko pondered if he should get a golden retriever puppy. He could name it Kise #2 and it would be friends with Tetsuya #2.

“Fine,” he said, picking up his controller again. “Let’s go.”

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Manami & Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, CLAMP au possibly

Prompt:
Miyahara (or Manami) in the library with a book of cards.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: miyahara & manami sangaku (+guests)
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: supernatural elements
Word count: 471

flavours this heavily with all kinds of CLAMP, (jazz hands)


***


“It’s okay,” Manami smiles sleepily as he slips against Miyahara’s arms. “You can just let them go.”

Miyahara watches as the sky turns against them and all that grey closes in like a terrible weight, the storm whipping up her dark twin tails like pennants fluttering in the wind. She’s so small, for the first time she’s so scared and she’s so small and her entire body is not enough of a shield as she crouches over Manami sprawled out on the green grass of this summer hill of their youth. It had felt so safe just a moment ago. It had felt like home until this very minute.

She watches as the first of Manami’s white feathers slips out from under her hands spread desperately across his shoulders, watches as the memory of the first time they had raced each other breathless up the green slope is ripped from Manami’s wings. She watches with hands clenched into his shirt as the slow summer afternoon they had counted the kingfishers diving in the hidden lake gets snatched by the wind. The way Manami had held out both hands to her while they climbed the tower gate and Arakita-san had yelled himself red-faced and wild to Stop dragging her into all your stupid ideas, Fushigi-chan! not knowing it was Miyahara’s idea in the first place; that memory follows swiftly after, and then another, and another, and the wind doesn’t even have the courage to show its face.

Miyahara watches the soft white cloud of memories being stolen, like all these years under her care suddenly mean absolutely nothing at all, but Manami’s face as his eyes close is at peace for the first time in a long time, and her resolve sets itself in stone.

“I’ll pay the price,” Miyahara says when she finally finds the Witch in his library at the end of the world. “Whatever it is, I’m going to get his wings back.” Her mouth is a firm line. She already has her name offered before her as her most precious thing.

Toudou-san looks at her, and then looks at Manami being carried between a very unimpressed looking Aya and a Miki whose magic curls sweetly around her knowing mouth. “This was not supposed to be your Fate,” he says gently. He’s lived too long and bartered too much time and space not to feel pity for the girls who stand before him. He already knows how this story ends.

Miyahara pushes her glasses up her nose and stares him down. She’s already learned so much after her first travel between worlds. She’s already wearing a key around her neck that unlocks the power of her own star.

“That’s why I’m going to change it,” Miyahara says. As if he can still hear her, Manami smiles in his sleep.

prompt: team grandstand

[miaoujones]

Ship: sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: they're on their own diving platforms ofc

Prompt:
daichi on the 10m platform with his synchro diving partner suga

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Fukutomi Juichi /& Shinkai Hayato || Fukutomi Juichi /& Kinjou Shingo || Fukutomi Juichi /& Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, this is funny to me because none of them have actual cats or dogs, your options are then a turtle, rabbit, snake or a doggish human.

Prompt:
Fukutomi at the park bench with the broken leash.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Midousuji Akira &/ Asahi Azumane, Midousuji Akira &/ Oikawa Tooru, Midousuji Akira & Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal, Haikyuu!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, Man car door hook, sorry asahi, throws characters in wildly

Prompt:
Midousuji outside the car with the hook.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: Kishigami Komari &/ Shinkai Yuuto || Kishigami Komari &/ Shinkai Hayato || Kishigami Komari &/ Manami Sangaku || Kishigami Komari &/ Toudou Jinpachi || Kishigami Komari &/ Kinjou Shingo || Kishigami Komari &/ Aoyagi Hajime || Kishigami Komari &/ Midousuji Akira || permutations/combinations of
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Komari at the festival with a fox mask.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Komari & Midousuji
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 491 words

Character death, violence, angst - this turned out a lot darker than intended!

***

There’s a boy with a fox mask watching him. His hair is blue, held back with a headband of cherry blossoms, and his yukata is blue as well.

Midousuji stares at him and nibbles at a dango. Midousuji doesn’t have a mask; the money from his mother’s life insurance is enough to get him through school, if his aunt is careful with it, but not enough for luxuries like toys and masks. Even his bike is the same bike he’s had since he was a child, altered and extended so he can still ride it.

The boy dances forwards, darting through the crowd, and stops in front of Midousuji.

“What are you eating?” He asks and his voice is a breathless singsong, the chant of priests at temples corrupted and inverted.

“A dango,” Midousuji says, holding the stick a little more tightly. Some of the boys at school like take his things for the fun of it. He won’t let this be taken from him too, not when it’s such a rare treat. His aunt has money to spend on her children but she won’t extend it to Midousuji as well because after all, she’s being so very charitable already by taking him in (and she’s made sure he knows that).

“Only one?” The boy laugh-sighs, leaning forwards, and offers Midousuji a little mochi cake wrapped in an oak leaf. “Here, you can have this.”

“I’m not supposed to take food from strangers,” Midousuji says even as his stomach rumbles.

“Strange adults. I’m not an adult, Akira. I’m just a child like you.” The words are almost cooed and Midousuji reaches for the mochi before he realizes what’s wrong.

“How do you know my name?” He asks, hand hanging in midair.

“I know the names of all the lonely children and on Children’s Day, I come take them away to a place where they’re wanted,” the fox-masked boy says and laughs. “Will you come with me, lonely Akira?”

Now that Midousuji’s looking for it, he can see the ghostly outline of a tail swaying near the boy’s ankles. It’s tipped with white and moves like smoke in wind.

Kitsune magic!

Midousuji thinks of his mother, thinks of how it felt to be wanted and summons up his courage.

“I’ll come,” he says bravely and puts his hand into the other’s. On his palm, he can feel pads.

*

Deep in the clearing, there’s no light. They’re so far from the festival that Midousuji can’t even hear it anymore. The treetops crowd together and block out the moon.

“Is this it?” He asks, looking around with a little frown. “Where’s my mother?”

“Oh, Akira. I never said that it was she who wanted you.” The mask comes off; the face underneath has no eyes, no nose, just a mouthful of teeth.

“And I never said what you were wanted for.”

Midousuji has just enough time to scream before the mouth descends over him.