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

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Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

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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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Comments

prompt: team grandstand

[miaoujones]

Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi OR miyuki kazuya/takigawa chris yuu
Fandom: haikyuu!! OR daiya no a
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: up to you if he fixes it, forgoes it, installs it as is, or does something else

Prompt:
(oikawa OR chris) in his workshop with the last piece needed for his latest clockwork creation, the "heart" -- which unfortunately is broken

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[babster]

Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Noya in the square with a broken sword.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[lemon]

Ship: tanaka ryuunosuke/nishinoya yuu
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: brief mentions of fantasy violence and mythical creature slaying
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 2,559

this completely ran away from me, but it was rly fun to write!! thank u for the bait!!!

***

The bounty had seemed simple enough. A twin-headed serpent, eating the village’s chickens. And for 500,000G? Piece of cake and a steal!

Turns out, that price tag was there for a reason. The small creature he'd expected ended up being much larger – it wasn't a serpent, but a fledgling dragon. It was also not too fond of Noya’s bow and while his favored greatsword had done its job in the end, the second head of the beast had managed to do a number on her, too.

It had caught the blade at just the right chip in the steel, jaw clamping down with ten-ton force and snapping it midway down. He’d been thankful it'd been his sword and not a limb, but still...

His map indicated a town maybe half a day’s trek away from the bounty location, so why not kill two birds with one stone? Collect his bounty at the guild’s satellite and...likely spend half of it to get his sword repaired. A bummer, but a necessity.

When he arrives, he decides to make his way to the smithy first. It’s an old stone building in slight disrepair, smoke bellowing out through the chimney at the top. The wooden plank bolted to the front reads ‘Tanaka Family Armory.’ Perfect!

He can hear the clang of steel against steel, can smell the melted iron and slowly burning charcoal sharp in the air. Peering in, the inside is dimly lit, minimal sunlight filtering in through small slats in the corners which Noya can only assume are for ventilation more than anything else. Overall, it’s pretty cozy for a workshop.

Noya pulls on a small, frayed piece of rope, the action sounding the bell attached. He can barely hear it over the hissing of steam and the crackling flame of the forge in the back, so he pulls a little harder this time and accidentally rips the rope clean off in the process, dislodging the bell in turn.

The scrape and clatter of his greaves against the stone floor as he swiftly moves to catch the bell before it hits the ground is enough to get the attention of the man at the forge. He’s greeted by light applause and a low whistle.

“Nice moves.”

“Thanks, I’ve always had a knack for quick saves,” Noya says, getting back up to his feet and holding it out for him to take. “Sorry for, uh, breaking your doorbell.”

“Nah, it's cool, it was only a matter of time before this piece ‘a shit came off the wall.” He tosses it aside and wipes his hands on his apron, extending one out. “Tanaka Ryuunosuke, apprentice blacksmith.”

Noya takes his hand, handshake firm, but friendly. “Nishinoya Yuu, but you can call me Noya!”

“Woah, wait, you mean like the ‘Guardian Deity of the Seven?’ That Nishinoya?” Noya nods, beaming. “I’ll be damned! Didn't know we were attracting celebrities.”

Noya laughs, proudly puffing his chest out a bit. It seems like his reputation proceeds him greatly. “A celebrity, huh?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, you're practically a household name around here after you cleared that bounty in the next town over. Y’know that one for the pack of dire wolves a couple years back? Asahi cried when he found out his sheep were finally safe. They're like...practically his kids.”

“Nah, that'd be goats,” Noya jokes, earning a snicker from Tanaka.

“So, what can I do for ya?”

“Well, I was hopin’ you'd be able to do some work for me,” he motions to the weapon strapped to his back.

“A greatsword, huh? That’s pretty badass. Usually we just get your run of the mill short model – sometimes a war hammer. Haven't seen one of these in a while, though, not up close.”

“You can tell just from a glance? I came to the right place.” Noya takes his weapon from its sheath – well, most of it; the other portion is carefully retrieved from his pack – and lays both pieces down on the worktable between the two of them. He can almost hear Tanaka’s heart break at the sight of it, a very relatable reaction.

“Man, this baby’s seen better days, huh?”

“Yeah...y’think can you salvage her?”

Tanaka holds the shorter metal fragment up to the light and squints as he inspects it from every angle he can. “Well, it'll be a ‘lil hard since the break isn't too clean and a shard’s missin’ from here...you'd prolly be better off just replacing her.” Noya’s face falls and Tanaka shakes his head, “but I know how much she must mean to ya and I do enjoy a challenge, ‘specially one like this. Gimme ‘til sundown two days from now, should be good as new.”

“That’s a pretty quick turnaround.”

“I ain't called the up ‘n comin’ ace of the blacksmithing world for nothin’,” Tanaka says, pointing his thumb to his chest.

“I've got some business to take care of, but I’ll come by later to check on stuff, if that's alright with you,” Noya says. “I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ your work up close!”

Tanaka waves him goodbye and Noya can hear the snap of the fire begin to grow behind him as he pardons himself.

---

It takes nearly the entire morning and afternoon for Noya to finish his business at the guild satellite. Something about the bounty being null because he didn't technically slay the monster indicated in on the poster, even though the beast in question had been very clearly misclassified by the requester. They ended up giving him half the bounty, which in the grand scheme of things is still a lot of coin, but dammit, he'd put in a lot of effort only to get swindled out of a good chunk!

After a big to-do at the inn as well, Noya had finally gotten a bath and changed out of his armor, a much welcomed reprieve.

When he finally makes it back to the smithy, it's bordering on sundown already. Tanaka's still hard at work, striking away at the metal secured to the anvil in front of him.

Noya watches the muscles in his shoulders and back flex with each movement. He lets his gaze wander to the cut of his bicep, down to his forearm, taut as he follows through with each subsequent downward strike. He’s really got some great arms...

“Hey, you're back!” Tanaka says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove and snapping Noya out of his low-key trance.

“Yeah! Just wanted to see how things were goin’,” he says, glad Tanaka didn't catch him eyeballing him. “And boy, you were right about the ‘celebrity’ thing! When I told the auntie at the inn my name to book my room, she nearly had a heart attack!!” He can't really complain though; she'd been so excited that she'd waived the room cost entirely.

“If it's too overwhelmin’, why don't you just stay here? We’ve got a spare room, nothin’ extravagant, but at least it's quieter ‘n ya won't get hassled.”

“Really? I’d hate to wear out my welcome.”

“My sister is off running a delivery anyway, so the company would be welcome.” He rubs the back of his neck, quickly adding, “I mean, if you want, of course.”

“Yeah, that'd be great! I’ll grab my stuff from their storage in the mornin’. Thanks for the hospitality!” Noya dips his head in a bow before peering over the worktable to see how much Tanaka’s gotten done so far on his weapon. “Wow, you weren't kidding ‘bout your speed, Ryuu.”

“Told ya!” He holds up the larger piece of the sword by its hilt, showing Noya the mating faces at the end. “All that's left for tonight is the welding process to connect these parts together with the ones I’m about to make on the part that broke off.”

“Can I watch?”

Tanaka looks a little surprised, but it quickly spreads to a wide, toothy grin. “Yeah, ‘course! If y’really want, you could gimme a hand, even.”

Noya’s eyes sparkle. “Really?!”

“Some parts get kinda tricky with only one set of hands. You can be my striker for the afternoon.”

Noya hops off the stool and comes around to the anvil. “I’m ready, show me!”

Tanaka laughs, setting down the piece and grabbing a spare apron. “First thing’s first.”

“Ah, yes, safety first,” Noya says, nodding sagely. He lets Tanaka slip it over his head and turns around, lifting his arms so he can tie it around his waist. “If you don't mind.”

“Not at all.” Tanaka wraps the strings all the way around him once to make sure the fit is snug and then hands him a sledgehammer.

“Okay, so I’m gonna show ya where to strike once I heat this in the forge. We’re gonna upset the metal for the shard that broke off so that we can make the matching mating faces and weld ‘em together.”

Noya nods, determination clear across his face. He loves learning new skills, especially ones that require precision. Add a big hammer and pounding the crap out of something? That’s just a fun bonus, really.

Tanaka takes the piece of steel between his tongs, sticking it into the flame of the forge and waits. Noya observes, noting the change in his features; the look of concentration on Tanaka’s face is different than anything he's seen on him so far. He can tell he’s watching the color of the steel with expert precision, waiting for the perfect moment to pull it so that they can begin their work.

Once the steel has become a molten yellow-orange, Tanaka removes it and sets it onto the anvil. He taps gently against the piece with a smaller hammer, indicating where he wants Noya to begin. “Okay, you're going to strike right here to start. Go for it.”

Noya nods, spacing his feet, squaring his shoulders and swinging downward. The reverberation of the motion travels up his arms, tingling – the sensation is exhilarating. No wonder Tanaka likes it.

“Not bad, but don't hold back! You can hit it a little harder. Same spot as last time.”

He squares up again, putting a little more force behind his strike this time. He feels it more this time and briefly wonders how long it took Tanaka to get used to the recoil.

“Here,” he says, coming around and behind him. Tanaka places his hands over Noya’s, helping to correct his posture just slightly. His chest is warm against Noya’s back, his breath warmer as it hits just above his temple as he explains the technique to him (not that he’s even paying attention to that at this point, but he’s trying and that's what counts.)

Noya tilts his head back, looking up at Tanaka. “Actually, maybe we can swap spots? It’ll prolly go quicker since you've got more experience.”

Tanaka looks down at him, quickly letting go of Noya’s hands and putting some distance between them, as if suddenly realizing just how close they've gotten. Noya’s just a smidgen bummed to lose the contact, but he understands.

His voice is a little pitchy when he replies. “Yeah! That's fine!”

He gives Noya a quick demonstration of how to hold the metal into the forge and then against the anvil so that he can upset it. The information soaks up into Noya’s brain like a sponge now that they're not pressed together and once they get into a good rhythm, their teamwork is absolutely impeccable.

By the end of the evening, they've successfully welded the blade back together.

“Hey, great work,” Tanaka says, grinning. “Especially for your first time – you're a real natural.”

“Only ‘cause you're such a great teacher, Ryuu!!” He smiles back, dabbing sweat from Tanaka’s brow with the end of his apron. “I think I’m gonna head off to bed, though. It’s been a long day.”

“‘Course, please,” Tanaka motions toward the doorway in the corner. “It's the third door on the right up the stairs. Make yourself at home.”

“Will do. Thanks again, Ryuu. This was a lot of fun.”

Tanaka flashes him that wide, bright smile that Noya’s become so fond of so quickly. “Yeah, it really was. Sleep well, Noya.”

“G’night, Ryuu.”

---

“Mornin’,” Noya says, taking a seat at the worktable. He pushes forward a mug of warm milk for Tanaka to take. “Did you get any sleep?”

“A bit. I wanted to get your piece finished. Once I get into a groove, it's hard to stop, y’know?” He takes the drink, nodding a thanks before taking a few big sips.

“You're already done?!”

“Yeah, wanna see it?” Noya’s rapid, excited nod draws out a bubble of laughter from Tanaka, who sets down his mug to retrieve it from the wooden holster in the corner. He withdraws it from the sheath, letting the limited sunlight glint off the shiny, smooth steel of the blade. She’s beautiful. Noya can't even believe it.

“Wow, Ryuu! This is like, master level craftsmanship!! You sure you're just an apprentice?”

Noya can't help a smile at the growing flush on Tanaka’s face.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he says, sheepishly rubbing his cheek with soot-dusted fingers. Noya doesn't even think he realizes the smudgy trail the action’s left. Adorable. “Oh, uh, also, I hope ya don't mind it, but I engraved the reverse side of the blade with a small inscription.”

Noya immediately turns it over to inspect the engraving, running gloved fingertips over the perfectly etched runes. He swears he can feel the freshly polished steel hum as he does - it's like magic.

“My sister’s real big on charms ‘n stuff. Her work’s real popular around here. I learned a couple of things from her, like this one. It’s pretty basic, nothin’ special, but it's ‘sposed to help protect your sword and bring ya good luck in all your battles.”

Noya's chest is warm, smile exploding over his face. He’s quite touched. “I love it, Ryuu!! It’s definitely special to me – super special! The most!!”

“Y’know, you're like, really bad for my ego,” Tanaka laughs.

“I mean it, though! You've really helped make her one of a kind.” Noya returns the blade to its sheath and places it on the table. “But y'know, if it protects my sword from breaking, then I don't have an excuse to come back here ‘n see you.”

The look on Tanaka’s face – somewhere between ‘shit, I didn't think about that’ and embarrassed by Noya's smooth talking – is just as satisfying as he'd thought it'd be. He wants to see Tanaka fluster more.

“Well, I mean,” Tanaka clears his throat, gaze downcast, “do you, uh, really need an excuse?”

Noya can feel his own face start to heat up. Well, that backfired.

“No, I guess I don't, huh?” He matches Tanaka’s grin. “Gimme one anyway?”

Tanaka rummages through the pockets of his apron, pulling out an old handkerchief stained in polishing oils and peppered with scorch marks of varying sizes. He ties it tightly around the hilt of Noya’s greatsword, double knot and all.

“It’s my favorite one, so make sure you bring it back.”

Noya leans across the table, closing the distance between them and placing a gentle kiss against Tanaka’s slightly chapped lips. “‘Til we meet again, then.”

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Koga Kimitaka &/> Kinjou Shingo, and/or Koga Kimitaka & Teshima Junta & Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Harry Potter AU
Prompt:
[Koga] in the [Hall with the Goblet of Fire] with the [paper with his name on it].

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Teshima Junta &/ Koga Kimitaka, (and?)/or Kuroda Yukinari &/ Koga Kimitaka
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Feel free to use filler characters to ur heart’s content
Prompt:
[Koga] in the [party] with the [spinning bottle that just, keeps pointing at the same person].

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Koga Kimitaka &/ Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Prompt:
[Koga & Aoyagi] in the [park] with the [nest that just fell from a branch, and all the little birds in it].

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Kotani Karin &/ Honma Mitsuko
Fandom: Teppu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Prompt:
[Hunter!Karin] in the [forest] with the [lead that’ll take her to the witch].

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Kirido Haruka &/ Ishido Natsuo
Fandom: Teppu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: this is vaguely NGE but since i don’t remember any of it you can just, word build to ur hearts content
Prompt:
[Haruka] in the [mecha] with the [broken sword on the ground and the Angel in front of her].

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[besania]

Ship: Ishido Natsuo &/ Kirido Haruka or Ishido Natsuo &/ Sawamura Sanae
Fandom:
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: *karin voice* you’ve gotta put some muscle on those thin bones
Prompt:
[Natsuo] in the [gym] with the [bench press].

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[whimse]

Ship: Shizuku Hanaoka/Chinatsu Hiyama, Shizuku Hanaoka & Kiyoharu Hyoudou
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, pygmalion riff with marisa hyoudou as sculptor

Prompt:
Chinatsu in the workshop (where Shizuku was kissed to life) with a fistful of clay.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[whimse]

Ship: Jinpachi Toudou/Yuusuke Makishima
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: fourteen ""fated"" rematches in less than two years requires careful planning

Prompt:
Toudou in the eastbound train with the bike bag by his knees.

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[transmiyuki]

Ship: okumura koushuu/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: and the parks and rec prompts continue

Prompt:
Okumura at Miyuki's graduation with a bag of bras, knives, and loose onions.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[kazuyas]

i"M LSOING MY S H I T

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: implied violence
Other tags: the 3 Gs: gunplay, gore, and giant robots

Prompt:

kageyama on the beachhead with his kataphrakt and a gun.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[kazuyas]

oh look it's that alnoah.zero prompt i meant to get to way back when and never did, back to haunt me,

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: grey haiiiir

Prompt:
Osamu in the supermarket aisle with a bottle of hair dye.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: slight twin angst
Word Count: 547

***

It's Atsumu's idea and, as usual, Osamu just goes with it. He's the one who decides that he wants to dye his hair, and it doesn't sound like such a bad idea to Osamu, so he agrees to it. They do their research first, because if they're going to do this at home, they're going to make sure that it doesn't end up being a complete disaster.

"It's not just about how to bleach our hair," Osamu tells him dryly, as they sit around the family computer, googling things. "I'm pretty sure that if we're not careful with it, we're going to end up giving ourselves chemical burns. M'not really into that."

Atsumu huffs out a laugh. "Fair."

"I guess it would be easier for us to do each other's hair," Osamu adds, "so you'd better read up and make sure you understand everything so you don't end up messing up my hair."

"It'll grow back, even if I do," Atsumu says cheerfully.

"I'm sure you'll agree, when I shave your head bald."

Atsumu elbows him in the side. "I'm not going to mess up."

They continue their research, watching countless video tutorials for dyeing hair, until Osamu decides that he's ready to actually try it, or more importantly, let Atsumu try it on him.

Atsumu is excited when they make their way to the shop to buy the things that they need. It makes Osamu have to bite back his smile of fondness; he doesn't often admit it, but he likes it when Atsumu gets excited about things like this, because it always makes him enjoy it a little bit more too.

They walk into the aisle with the hair dye and Atsumu makes a beeline for the blond dyes, like he knows exactly what he wants. He probably does, Osamu thinks to himself, following behind. He's probably been thinking about it for weeks.

"This one," Atsumu declares, picking a box of darker blond from the shelf and holding it up for Osamu to see.

"That'll suit you," Osamu hums, and he's about to pick up the same one when he sees a box of grey dye on the shelf above it. He hesitates, and reaches for that one instead.

"'Samu," Atsumu says immediately. "What are you doing?"

Osamu hesitates, his fingers hovering just above the box.

"If you do that, we're not going to match any more," Atsumu says, frowning slightly.

Osamu slowly realises why Atsumu was patient enough to wait until he was ready to do this too; Atsumu didn't want to do this by himself.

He moves his hand away from the grey dye. "I don't think we're going to have any trouble looking exactly alike, even if we have differently coloured hair. It might be easier for the others to tell us apart."

"That's why we part our hair differently," Atsumu points out. "Giving them an obvious clue like this means that we can't pull twin switching pranks any more."

Osamu looks at the grey dye again, and hums softly. "Sure, but this means that we'll think of better pranks instead. Not being able to get away with matching means that we'll have to be creative, right?"

Atsumu blinks at him in surprise, and then grins. "I like the way you think."

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: gently pushes this pairing out there again

Prompt:

Kita in the changerooms with a forgotten Rakuzan jacket.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke & Akashi Seijuurou + Kita Shinsuke & Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!! & Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, Kita is a touch empath
Word Count: 539

***

He sees the jacket sitting there in the locker rooms when they first walk in upon arriving at the gymnasium for Nationals. It's clearly out of place, a bright white and pale blue against the lockers and the wooden benches. He picks it up, holding it with both hands, and reads the back of the jacket.

Rakuzan, it reads, and he recognises the name. It's a school known for its excellence at sports, particularly basketball. They don't have a volleyball team, so they won't be here at Nationals. It must have been left behind by a member of one of their other teams, who was here for another event before the volleyball nationals.

He checks the insides of it, in case its owner has left a tag with their name. Instead, he finds it embroidered onto the inside of the jacket: Akashi Seijuurou.

"Well, then," Kita mutters to himself, folding the jacket up and placing it on top of his bag. Rakuzan is a Kyoto school; if the Rakuzan players have already gone home, it will be easier for Kita to get the jacket back to Akashi from home, rather than from here in the city.

"Hey, should you really go picking up other people's things?" Atsumu asks, resting his arm on Kita's shoulder. "A stranger's, no less. You never know what you'll pick up from there."

"That's not how touch empaths work, Miya," Kita replies, shaking his head. "Whoever this guy is, he'd need to have some real hang ups about his sport if I can feel any of his thoughts through his jacket."

"Okay," Atsumu replies, giving the jacket a critical look. "Just be careful."

It takes five minutes before Kita is hit with feelings that don't belong to him. It starts as it always does, as a headache at the back of his mind, that resolves itself into something that he can make more sense of; not quite distinct thoughts or memories, but a vague mixture that pulls Kita out of his mind and into someone else's.

He's standing on a basketball court, with nobody else around, a ball held in his hands. It should feel strange, when it's nothing like the volleyballs that Kita is used to handling, but it feels perfectly at home here. He feels perfectly at home, and that's the thought that keeps running through his mind: home, safe, home, safe, home—

"Captain," Atsumu says, and his voice is a little harder this time. "I thought we just talked about this."

"Uh." Kita blinks, and he's back in the present. He has his hands balled into fists so tightly that his nails are biting into his palms. He opens his hands, flexing his fingers. "Right."

"I'm gonna tell the coach," Atsumu mutters. "Just leave it to us, yeah? It's not good for you to be playing like this. You can come out onto the court when you're feeling like yourself again."

Kita wants to argue but he knows better than to try. Atsumu's right. Part of his mind is still stuck somewhere else, in an empty basketball court.

Home, comes the stray thought again, and Kita makes a mental note to find this Akashi Seijuurou as soon as possible. For curiosity's sake.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: Alcohol and drinking

Prompt:

Atsumu at their high school reunion with a glass of champagne.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[themorninglark]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol and drinking
Word Count: 479

***

Ever the consummate host, it is Kita, of course, who comes over with a champagne flute for Atsumu, never mind that they’re in a fancy ballroom and there are supposed to be butlers for this kind of thing. When Atsumu points that out, Kita only smiles and looks out at the crowd.

“It’s easier for me, this way,” is his cryptic answer, his voice rising just above the chatter for Atsumu to hear as he hangs back for a while, resting one elbow on the cocktail table, and Atsumu thinks he understands. This is Kita’s element, has always been: watching from the sidelines, being there, like breathing, where he is needed, and then slipping out of sight again. It’s not that he shuns the limelight. It’s simply, Atsumu’s learned, that he works better out of it. Just like someone else he knows.

Atsumu takes a sip from the glass in his hand. He’s no connoisseur, but this champagne tastes good. Not that he expected any less from Kita’s family hotel.

“Don’t you want to go and talk to the others?” he asks archly, leaning closer.

Kita, as he’d known he would, sees the bait where Atsumu lays it with a brazen laziness.

“You mean, don’t I want to go and talk to Osamu.”

“Well, don’t you?”

Kita eyes him with a flat stare. “We’ve talked.”

“Oh, please. When?”

“Some time ago.”

“Years ago,” Atsumu corrects, and knocks back the rest of his champagne in one swig. The fizz tickles his tongue and bubbles pink in the back of his throat. It’s not how he’s supposed to drink this, probably, he thinks, but some proprieties can be damned, if he’s gone this far putting his foot in his mouth.

“We decided not to try, then. I think that was enough,” Kita says. There’s an edge to his voice now, a silken thread wound tight. The sound of it still feels like a net woven fine round Atsumu’s heart, and he knows Osamu feels this too, feels it in ways that Atsumu cannot even begin to imagine.

Atsumu slides round the table, nudges Kita in the ribs. He would not have dared to do this, when they were younger; there were many things they had not dared, Kita as guilty as any of them. They can be equally culpable, now that they are older.

“Samu thinks so too. I think you’re both wrong.”

“And how would you know?” asks Kita. The look he shoots Atsumu is brittle.

It is the look of someone on the verge of breaking. Atsumu smiles, twirls one finger round the lip of his empty champagne flute, lets the hum fill the air between them and crack at its crescendo.

“Call it brotherly instinct,” he says at last, and glances across the room at Osamu.

He knows Kita will follow his gaze, and he knows, too, that Osamu will be looking.

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Koganegawa Kanji/Sakunami Kousuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Sakunami in the snow in his boyfriend's (giant) coat.

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[putsch]

Ship: kogane/sakunami
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 428

thank you for prompting one of my fave pairs

***

this.... was not supposed to happen.

it started at practice, when aone stood stock still at the side of the court looking out the window, calmly announcing it was snowing in a way that made everyone else in the gym riled up in a heartbeat. even futakuchi who was doing his best to be the good captain, couldn't help but get excited and allow the short break for everyone to stare out the window.

if the snowing had stayed like that, a light, beautiful fall outside, this wouldn't have happened. but as the hour went on the snow went from light to near blizzard-esque. coach called practice early, on account of wanting to make sure everyone got home before it got worse. so they all rushed back to the lockerrooms to change, take the fastest showers, and that's when it happened.

"sakunami-san, is that your coat??"

he bristled at kogane's very loud question, less because it was rude and more because now everyone was staring at him. "it wasn't supposed to snow today." was the best response he could give.

"you're gonna freeze though!" kogane shook his head, and sakunami felt a short joke was in there somewhere, one that would've made him angry until a thick, green coat was shoved in his face. "wear mine."

"wh-- what, no!" sakunami could feel his ears burning. "wear your own coat, i'll be fine."

"i'll be okay! my house is really close, so my jacket will be enough." kogane laughs, and without listening to sakunami's very reasonable protests he throws the jacket around his shoulders.

it's very warm, and smells like the lockerroom and kogane's no-tears shampoo.

it was also a solid three sizes too big.

futakuchi burst out laughing, and he hears some of the second and third years giggling at him and how he looks stuffed inside this coat that's far past his hands and nearly at his ankles.

"shut up!!"

"aw, but you look so tiny! even tinier than normal! just the tiniest!!"

"futakuchi-san--!!"

"yeah," kogane grinned down at him from ear to ear, with a certain soft quality that makes sakunami feel so, so weak. "it's really cute."

sakunami hates how his face goes red because it feels like a compliment, and not because of how goshdarn embarrassing this all is.

"i am going home." sakunami said with a huff, turning right out the door with the last scant pieces of his pride before he can get teased any further.

or complimented, he thinks, burying his now-scarlet face in the oversized collar thinking of too-soft smiles.

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi & Kuroo Tetsurou & Bokuto Koutarou & Oikawa Tooru (Any combination, feel free to add other captains!)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Daichi in front of the apartment with the elaborately hidden emergency key.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Imayoshi Shouichi/Kasamatsu Yukio
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol, happy birthday kasamatsu dfkjs

Prompt:

Kasamatsu in the izakaya with an empty glass.

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[umaibo]

Ship: Imayoshi Shouichi/Kasamatsu Yukio
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol/Drinking
Word Count: 459

***

Yukio didn’t usually drink this much – not on a week day and even less all by himself. It’s just that this bar he passed every day suddenly seemed so attractive and his day had been so bad and he was so tired.

Thus, he somehow ended up ordering 5 different dishes and too much alcohol for someone who wouldn’t be having any company for the rest of the night. Better this way, he thinks as he turns his empty glass in his hands in a corner of the small izakaya. At least he could be miserable without worrying anyone.

Or so he thought.

“Aren’t you drinking a bit too much for someone who’s always so responsible?” Shouichi takes a seat beside him and orders a glass of water and the bill, not even acknowledging Yukio’s bewildered and drunken stare and his yelp of surprise.

“What are you doing? I’m still not finished with this.” He raises his empty glass and stares at it for a moment, before blushing slightly at Shouichi’s snicker, letting him take it from his hand and put it back on the counter.

“Yeah right, whatever you say. Now drink this water and clear your head a bit before we head out, okay?” Shouichi is already taking out his wallet with a smile before Yukio has time to process the fact that he’s actually paying for him.

“Why are you doing this, I can pay for myself you know!” Yukio grabs the glass of water and downs it in one gulp, resting his chin in one hand and making no effort to take out his own wallet or stand up anytime soon.

Shouichi is still smiling when he says “You’re pretty cruel leaving me all alone at home waiting for you on your own birthday, Yukio. I know I didn’t have time to give you a birthday kiss this morning but I didn’t forget about it.”

Yukio feels himself blush for the second time that night, not really looking Shouichi in the eye. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t know anything about a birthday, I don’t even know you. I live by myself, I don’t need a ‘birthday kiss’.”

This time Shouichi actually laughs out loud and let’s Yukio lean his head on his shoulder. “You’re really cute when you get drunk and forget about you own boyfriend. Are you done with sulking or do I have to sit here for a few more minutes embarrassing myself in front of all these people?”

Yukio hides his face in the crook of Shouichi’s neck and mumbles “I still I want my birthday kiss…”

Shouichi smiles and puts an arm around Yukio, pulling him closer and kissing the top if his head. “Happy birthday Yukio.”

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Isashiki Jun/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no A
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Jun in the dugout at Koushien with Sawamura's signed cap (the one he got from his friends).

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou or Aomine Daiki/Midorima Shintarou or Kise Ryouta/Murasakibara Atsushi or heck just any GoM combination of your choice!
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: supernatural elements, potential character death
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Potion Seller Momoi in her store with two bottles of potion that promise to either kill you instantly or make you immortal.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: magic potions
Word Count: 493

***

Standing at the counter of Momoi's potion shop, Himuro looks down at the two identical bottles and grins at Nijimura.

"Come on. It'll be fun."

Even Momoi raises her eyebrow at that, looking over at Nijimura before looking at Himuro again.

"Fun," Nijimura repeats blankly. "You think that a fifty percent chance of dying or becoming immortal is… fun?"

"How quickly does it kill you?" Himuro asks Momoi, picking up one of the bottles and holding it up to the light, marvelling at the beautiful cut of the bottle and the way the potion inside shimmers. "Is it slow and painful, or is it instantaneous?"

"It's very fast-acting," Momoi replies. "But that doesn't mean that it won't hurt, even if for a short while."

"I guess that's fair," Himuro nods. "That's all you can really ask for."

"Do you want to die?" Nijimura asks, shaking his head in disbelief. "For that matter, do you want to be immortal? What would you do with immortality?"

"Bottle it and sell it as a concept, I suppose," Himuro says, giving Momoi a sharp smile. "I'd like to buy one bottle, please."

Nijimura makes a noise of disbelief at the back of his throat. "I guess I'll buy the other."

"You don't have to," Himuro tells him, his smile gone for a moment so that he can show Nijimura that he's completely serious about this. "My decision shouldn't impact yours."

"Well, at the very least," Nijimura sighs, "they're in very pretty bottles."

Himuro smiles, and pays for Nijimura's potion too.

Momoi looks uncertain as she packages them, wrapping them in paper and then placing them into individual boxes, which she slides across the counter to Himuro.

"Are you really going to drink one of these just to find out what happens to you?" Nijimura asks nervously when he gets home. He doesn't mind owning the bottle, but he doesn't know how comfortable he feels about playing with chances, the way that Himuro seems to want.

Himuro laughs loudly. "Of course not, Shuu. I have no interest in immortality, and I'm not ready to die just yet. Neither of these outcomes would be good for me. I try not to play with the odds unless I know I'm satisfied with any possible outcome."

"But you bought them," Nijimura says, frowning.

"As a reminder," Himuro replies, putting them into the glass cabinet that they keep their most precious trinkets in. "It all comes down to chance, and sometimes, even those odds can be stacked against you. There's a fifty percent chance that either of these bottles could kill us. Even if mine kills me, that doesn't guarantee that yours won't do the same. It's not just my own chances that I want to be thinking about. I want to consider how they align with yours. We're in this together now, after all."

"Yeah," Nijimura smiles, feeling the tension suddenly seep from his shoulders. "You're absolutely right."

Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Kisumi/Sousuke or Kisumi/Haru or Kisumi/Makoto
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kisumi outside the pharmacy with a box of pink hair color.

Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Yuuri/Victor
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Victor in his bedroom with a poodle skirt.

Prompt: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Kagami/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kagami in a Waffle House at midnight with a stack of pancakes.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 426

***

“Don’t they have Waffle House in Chicago?” says Aomine.

“Um, no,” says Kagami, glaring at him over the teetering stack of pancakes in front of him (probably cleaned out all the batter left in the entire fucking restaurant). “We have pretty damn good food, but not this.”

“You make me drive all the way out to Canton—”

“I told you I’d take a fucking cab; you’re the one who said you’d come with and didn’t order anything and don’t even think you can take a pancake.”

Aomine pauses, and then continues to reach for the top stack. Kagami wouldn’t point his kinfe at him, would he?

“You could make me pancakes.”

“I could have someone else make them for me and you could order some,” says Kagami. “It’s late and you don’t have ingredients.”

“Are there any left?”

“It’s Waffle House,” says Kagami, with an exasperated and exaggerated eye roll. “Ask the waiter.”

“Yo,” says Aomine, as the waiter passes them. “Can I get what he’s having?”

“Of course,” says the waiter.

“Thanks,” says Aomine.

“Why are you so rude?” says Kagami.

“I said thanks,” says Aomine, rolling his eyes back at Kagami.

“Whatever,” says Kagami, shoveling another stack of quarter-pancakes into his mouth (how he can fit all of that, well, Aomine starts to have some fantasies that are probably mildly inappropriate for the location, but it’s not like there are any parents with kids here right now; he knows how much of his cock fits into Kagami’s mouth and about Kagami’s lack of gag reflex and, God, that’s nice).

“Can you not,” says Kagami.

“Sorry,” says Aomine, with a grin to show that he isn’t, really. “You do this to yourself; your mouth is fucking incredible.”

“We’re in a restaurant. Every time you say this shit I have to add another five percent to the tip and they’re still probably going to hate us.”

“What’s it at now, five hundred?”

“Ha, ha,” says Kagami.

He’s basically already finished his pancakes, and the waiter’s back with Aomine’s.

“Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, thanks,” says Kagami, and damn that smile he gives the waiter is cute.

The waiter smiles back, taking his plate; Aomine kicks him under the table. “Suck up.”

“What? Be nice to the people handling your food.”

“I’m nice to you.”

Kagami snorts. “That must be a recent development.”

“Oi,” says Aomine, but he holds out a forkful of pancake toward Kagami. “Here, get all this in your mouth.”

“I’m leaving,” says Kagami. “I’m taking a cab back to my hotel.”

Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: oop @ me

Prompt:
Sousuke in Rin's bunkbed with a fleshlight.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Matsuoka Rin/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: Sexual Content, Underage
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 408

***

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Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Chris Giacometti/Otabek Altin
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Chris outside Otabek's hotel room with a breakfast tray.