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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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Comments

Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

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

Prompt:
Aomine in the driver's seat with an open fly.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, M

[ellipsometry]

Ship: kagami taiga/aomine daiki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: voyeurism?, it's car sex
Word Count: ~1k

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/77103.html

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Kozume Kenma &/ Hinata Shoyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Hinata in line for a videogame with the sleeping bag.

[snowysatoru]

HEIDI!!!!!!!!!!! this was so soft and tender and now i'm lying on the floor in my tears!! thank you for the fluffy tsukkyamas :'))))

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: sakurai nana/kawarazaki riko
Fandom: prince of stride
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: RIKO HAD A CAMEO IN THE ANIME SHE COUNTS AS A SASO QUALIFIED CHARACTER RIGHT

Prompt:
riko in the stride club room with the journalism club's latest issue.

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[kiyala]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Incest (potentially)
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Atsumu in the gym with the #1 jersey.

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hi mandy, am i asking for sports crossovers MAYBE I AM

Prompt:
Osamu on the diamond with the baseball bat.

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

[nautilics]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: LOVE THEM BASEBALL UNIFORMS
Word count: none

MIYAS LOOKING COOL WITH BASEBALL BATS.jpg. i also wanted to draw catcher!atsumu & pitcher!osamu but alas, needed more baseball bats

***

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[kiyala]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Incest (potentially)
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Osamu in the temple with the drawing of a fox spirit that looks eerily similar to him.

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

[nautilics]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: Incest
Other tags: supernatural elements, reincarnation kinda, can be read platonically or not
Word count: 441

thank you for this prompt (quiet yells)

***

There's a painting at the old temple that gives Osamu pause, the first time he slips past the red torii gates and climbs up aging stone steps.

It stretches across the dusty walls, paint faded with time and wear. A fox spirit with curling tails and long robes rests beneath a nest of branches. He gazes out at the world from beneath a jagged fringe, with a smile like a secret and molten eyes that seem to gleam despite the worn paint.

Apart from the irises, his face is completely identical to Osamu's, and the knowledge settles into place like a half-formed answer.

-

Too many times, Osamu has turned and reached for someone who isn't there.

It's a half-step and an aborted gesture, fingers curling around empty space; a hazy vision of sun-drenched trees and warm stone beneath his bare feet, with laughter which trills through the air; a hand, pulling his -

- and, as the memory fades, a quiet ache that turns, restless, in his chest.

-

He's drawn back, time and time again, even though all he does is gaze at the painting. Something about it beckons Osamu, but it takes him several visits before he dares to step forward and brush a hand against those glinting eyes.

A flash of light sends Osamu staggering back, and something - someone, actually - emerges from the mural and falls. Osamu catches a glimpse of white robes and a white-tipped tails before they collide with his outstretched arms, sending them both toppling to the ground.

Osamu groans and tries to push the figure off, but there are arms wrapped tight around him, and a face buried in the crook of his shoulder. They pull away and Osamu finds himself staring into golden irises. Black-tipped ears twitch, and he watches his own features pull up into an unfamiliar, exuberant grin, brimming with joy.

“‘Samu,” the fox spirit breathes, a reverence in his tone that makes Osamu's own breath catch in his throat. “‘Samu, you're here.”

What, Osamu thinks, but the space in his chest sings in response. He opens his mouth and a name tumbles out, almost a sigh: “Atsumu,” and that grin melts into a smile that beckons for his own.

Atsumu's tails seem to ripple through the air, twining gently around Osamu's legs. He pulls Osamu up, hands sliding into place in like a promise. “You're staying, right?” Atsumu's golden eyes peer at Osamu, dizzying and bright. “You're not leaving again?”

Osamu curls his fingers around his hands, marvels at the feeling of sunlight beneath his palms. “Yeah,” and there's no doubt in his mind, “I'm staying, ‘Tsumu.”

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[kiyala]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Atsumu in his bedroom with the broken mirror

FILL: Team Grandstand, M

[rielity]

Ship: Miya Osamu & Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Word Count: 1773

Do you ever think about the fact that if Atsumu didn’t have Osamu he might well have grown up just like Kageyama, as the King of the Court?


***

Read on AO3

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Himuro in the woods with a handful of breadcrumbs.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, bestiality
Other Tags: supernatural elements
Word Count: 1039

***

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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Murasakibara in the life-sized terrarium with a watering can.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, body horror, bodily fluids,
Other Tags: plant boy Himuro
Word Count: 772

***

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PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: Bestiality (potentially?), sexual content (implied)
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Murasakibara in the dragon's den with a collar.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, bestiality
Other Tags: dragon!Murasakibara
Word Count: 691

***

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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi OR Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Himuro in a darkroom with negatives to be developed.

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[plume_sombre]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 446

***

Shuuzou shuffles around the room, careful not to trip over anything—he has never seen this room clean and tidy even once, and had the unfortunate privilege on many occasions to knock bottles and boxes over. There is that one time he tried to put some order in the different piles, or at least tried to make steady piles of papers instead of leaving them precariously on the corner of a table, but his efforts lasted for two days before a hurricane decided to scatter everything again. Shuuzou gave up immediately.

Tatsuya is leaning over a basin with his latest negatives, humming a song they heard on the radio on the ride home. He’s in a good mood; Shuuzou can understand, as they haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. Tatsuya likes his freedom and his autonomy, traveling wherever he wants to take photos and then bringing back memories for Shuuzou to see. He recounts every detail of what he’s discovered, talks about his favorites and mentions what Shuuzou would have loved if he had been with him. This situation might sound unpractical and slightly frustrating, but Shuuzou would prefer seeing Tatsuya happy rather than keeping him on the same ground as him.

Tatsuya explained to him multiple times how to develop photos from scratch, but Shuuzou’s brain honestly couldn’t remember at all what the different products did and in what order they were used, so he simply watches Tatsuya do his magic.

He’s hanging the pictures on a thread to let them dry, and that is something Shuuzou can do. He stands beside him, and picks up one of the photo. The picture is still pitch-black; he has to admit it’s incredible how a picture can come to life with bursting colors when it was at the beginning only a patch of black.

“These are going into our personal collection,” Tatsuya says, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“It’s the pictures from last month’s game. I asked Taiga to take them.”

Shuuzou remembers. A thrilling game with Kagami, Kubota, Sekiguchi, Alex and Haizaki, one they haven’t played in a long time. It would be nice to have photos of this day lying around the apartment, yeah.

Shuuzou looks to the side, and sees, tacked on the wall, one photo of them doing faces at the camera (with some building of New York in the background), and next to it a much more serious one—in front of the convenient store, they’re grinning and holding beers. This was the day Tatsuya got featured in a magazine for his work.

Shuuzou drapes an arm over Tatsuya’s shoulders and chuckles, just content to be there for the birth of these memories.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Murasakibara in the arcade with a bucket full of tickets.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 449

***

Tatsuya searches the entire city for an hour before he finds Atsushi in the arcade. He's been to every candy shop, every fast food restaurant and some of Atsushi's other favourite places to eat, and it's nothing more than a sneaking suspicion that has him walking into the arcade nearest to the school campus in the first place. He should be annoyed, and perhaps if it were anyone else, he would be. He's always found it difficult to be angry with Atsushi though, and even more difficult to stay angry at him. Even though he's been worried for the past hour, he can't help but smile as he walks into the arcade, approaching Atsushi who is currently in the middle of playing a rhythm game. Tatsuya didn't know that Atsushi even liked rhythm games, but he gets a full combo for this one, nodding with satisfaction at his score, and the long strip of tickets that it earns him.

"Found you," Tatsuya says, when he's sure that he can afford to break Atsushi's concentration. He looks down at the bucket stuffed full of tickets, and raises an eyebrow. "Did you win all of those?"

Atsushi shrugs, like it's no big deal. "I still have to win some more. I tried playing the basketball shooting game, because I thought that it would be the easiest one to rack up points for, but they had to ask me to stop playing it before I broke it. Apparently I use too much force."

Tatsuya laughs, resting his hand on Atsushi's back. "It's not the same as real basketball, is it? You have to be more delicate. Or just play another game where you can whack the buttons as hard as you want, I guess. You sounded pretty impressive on that rhythm game you were playing."

"I found one of the songs that you always sing," Atsushi replies. "So I thought I'd give it a try. These aren't too bad. Maybe you can pick my next song. The harder it is, the more tickets I can earn from playing it."

"And what are you going to do with all of those tickets?" Tatsuya asks, even though he has a feeling he already knows.

Atsushi nods towards the display behind the counter, where there's a dragon plush. "I'm getting that. For you."

Tatsuya smiles, folding his arms across his chest. "Does this have anything to do with the giant dog plush that Taiga won for Kuroko-kun?"

"Nothing at all," Atsushi says, and it's clearly a lie, but the song that Tatsuya's chosen is loading on his screen, and he turns his focus to it.

Tatsuya won't call him out on it this time.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi OR Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Himuro at the table with a teacup that keeps spilling.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi (+ Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Himuro is so thirsty, someone pls save him
Word Count: 490

***

Every time Tatsuya tries to take a sip of his tea, he ends up spilling it.

He isn't usually this clumsy, but he isn't usually this distracted either. He can't take his eyes off one of the waiters at this café, tall and broad-shouldered, with his hair pulled back into a small ponytail that sits at the base of his neck. He's wearing the same white button-down shirt and black vest that every other waiter is in, but none of them look as good as this one. The material stretches across his back, and Tatsuya wants to climb him.

"Tatsuya," Taiga says from across the table, his face pink with embarrassment. "Could you please stop that?"

"Stop what?" Tatsuya asks, but his eyes are already wandering back to the waiter, who is carrying out three plates stacked across his arm like it's no big deal. His arms are definitely long enough to accomodate them; Tatsuya wonders if he's long everywhere—

"Tatsuya," Taiga snaps, and he realises that he's been musing out aloud, and it might be under his breath, but it's still loud enough for Taiga to hear, from how close he's sitting. "Oh my god, I just wanted to go out to breakfast with you to a fancy café, not listen to you fantasise about the waiters."

"But look at him," Tatsuya breathes, resting his chin in his hand as he looks at the waiter in question. "He's beautiful. Oh. Oh shit, he's coming over."

"That's because he's our waiter," Taiga replies with a sigh, "and I finished my milkshake already because drinking that was easier than trying to get you to stop staring."

"Are you done with this?" the waiter asks, stopping by their table. Tatsuya looks at his name tag, and it reads Atsushi.

"Can I have another one?" Taiga asks. "Banana flavoured."

Atsushi pauses in the middle of picking up the milkshake glass. "Chocolate's better."

"I want the banana one," Taiga replies.

"I'll get a chocolate milkshake," Tatsuya speaks up. It might be easier to drink while staring at Atsushi, instead of continually spilling tea with each attempted sip.

"You should listen to your boyfriend," Atsushi tells Taiga. "He knows what he's talking about."

"He's not my boyfriend," Taiga says, horrified.

"I'm single," Tatsuya adds quickly. He smiles up at Atsushi. "Available. Very available."

Atsushi hums in thought, his expression unreadable as he walks away with Taiga's empty milkshake glass.

He returns a moment later with a banana flavoured one, which he sets down in front of Taiga. He places the chocolate milkshake down in front of Tatsuya, with a complimentary truffle beside it, and a piece of paper with a phone number scrawled on it.

"I can't believe this," Taiga sighs, as Atsushi walks away.

Tatsuya rests his chin in both hands, drinking his milkshake through his straw, and doesn't take his eyes off Atsushi.

Atsushi catches him staring, and grins in return.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Murasakibara in the art gallery with a sketchbook.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: met in an art gallery au
Word Count: 573

***

There's a book sitting on the bench; a plain black leather-bound notebook with a little elastic band to hold it shut. Atsushi finds it when he nearly sits on it, bored and tired from his sister dragging him around the art gallery all morning when all he wants to be doing is lying in bed, still sleeping.

Yoshiko doesn't think that he gets out to appreciate culture enough though, and so they're here instead, while she uses him as an excuse to go see the exhibit that she's been wanting to see ever since it was first announced to be coming to the local gallery.

Atsushi doesn't care about painters or special techniques or distinct brush strokes, or any of the other things that Yoshiko is trying to teach him about. His feet are sore from having to walk around so much and now he's stuck sitting on this bench with an abandoned notebook in his hands that he doesn't know what to do with.

He opens it, wondering if there's anything important inside. The inside cover says that it belongs to Himuro Tatsuya, but the name means nothing to Atsushi. It's a sketchbook, he realises, with pencil sketches of some of the sculptures that he remembers walking past, in one of the other sections of the gallery. The owner of the sketchbook has drawn some of the paintings too, notes written all around them that Atsushi doesn't even try to decipher, about artistic movements and styles.

He shuts the book, not really interested in the rest of it, and figures that he can at least take this to lost property, and that will suffice as an excuse to get away from his sister and the art history lectures that she seems intent on giving him. If he's lucky, lost property will end up being on the very opposite end of the gallery to where Yoshiko is.

He's walking around, trying to find a sign to point him in the right direction, when he bumps into someone, nearly knocking them backwards off their feet. He catches them by the arm, ready to tell them to watch where they're going, but he pauses when he looks down.

He's holding onto the most beautiful boy in the world, with pale skin, dark hair and grey eyes. Atsushi can only see one of them, his dark hair brushed over the other. He realises he's staring, and he lets go of the guy's arm.

"Sorry," the guy says. "I left my sketchbook behind. I'm looking everywhere for it, you haven't seen it anywhere, have you?"

"Oh," Atsushi says, and lifts the book that he's carrying. "Is this yours?"

"Yes!" Tatsuya cries, holding his hands out for it. "Thank you so much, I have some important work in there that I haven't scanned yet. You've saved my life. Do you like art too?"

"I love art," Atsushi replies. "I love looking at beautiful things."

Tatsuya smiles, hugging the sketchbook to his chest. "Can I buy you a coffee as thanks for returning my sketchbook to me, by any chance?"

"I don't drink coffee," Atsushi begins, but realising that he doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he adds, "I drink hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate, then," Tatsuya replies, smiling. "Are you busy, or shall we go to the café now?"

Yoshiko is going to kill him once she realises that he's wandered off with a stranger.

"Now is fine."

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[develei]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Kita Shinsuke or Atsumu&/Osamu or Atsumu&any senpai
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: incest
Other Tags: supernatural elements, flashback to an emotionally scarring anime

Prompt:
Miya Atsumu in the poorly drawn alchemy circle with his brother's clothes.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[themorninglark]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Kita Shinsuke, Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Character death (implied; or some other unknown fate), Bodily fluids (implied blood)
Other Tags: angst, supernatural elements, flashback to an emotionally scarring anime, rakugo!Kita, second person POV
Word Count: 537

alas, it turned out angst after all

***

Tell me a story, you say, curled up in a pile of blankets at the foot of Shinsuke’s bedroll; and so Shinsuke lights one more candle. By the warmth of the flickering flame, the moonlight spills pale on the cool ground.

Which one do you want to hear? Shinsuke asks, sitting back on his heels as he faces you, fan in hand.

The one about the day you found me.

/

The day he found you, you were trembling.

You were in a basement, and the electricity had gone out and there was a terrible storm rattling at your windows, the kind that made you believe in gods because there was no way thunder like that could be anything but wrath, anything but your mistakes writ large.

From the house next door, Shinsuke had heard you crying out. He had swept through the door like a hurricane unto himself, rain-soaked and eyes wide and hands clean, the better to hold yours with.

You can still remember Shinsuke’s arms around you, the circle’s smudges streaking your fingertips, your cheek. Every time you hear him retell it, it becomes a little easier to forget, to pretend that it was someone else, that it’s just a story.

/

When you’re in the mood for some levity, you run ahead, throw yourself headfirst into cartwheels and land flat on your back in the grass, catching your breath. Shinsuke’s never far behind you.

How about the one about the time I stole your jacket?

Your skills for thievery, Shinsuke likes to remind you, have always been legendary, even in your village. The time you stole his jacket had certainly been a premeditated crime. You’d waited at his back doorstep all day till he was busy helping his grandfather out front in the rakugo theatre, and then you’d snuck into their house, climbed the stairs unnoticed, and it was only your giggle that gave you both away.

You like the way Shinsuke says premeditated crime with such gravity, even as a smile’s twitching on the corners of his lips.

/

Shinsuke is your favourite story teller in the valley, and this is why you save this story just for him.

Tell me the one about my brother.

He will sigh, gather you close to his chest and rest his chin on top of your head as he speaks. You had wondered at this strange affection, the first time; now, you realise it is because he cannot bear to see your face (his face) when he tells this one. But he never shies away from it. He will always tell it, when you ask. Shinsuke is brave like that.

He tells you that you were closer than two peas in a pod, two pups in a litter. That your brother was like this very moonlight to your candle flame, both of you a kind of brightness that flares stronger in the dark. That the shirt you wear on your back was his, even if you do not remember. It still smells of him. Like summer and caramel pudding.

He tells you that as long as you ask for this story, your brother will never truly be gone, and so you ask, again, and again, and again.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[develei]

Ship: Miya Osamu&/Kenma Kozume
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Kenma in the courthouse with the evidence

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: implied violence, possible incest
Other Tags: 8')) more jazz hands

Prompt:
Osamu in front of Atsumu with the Dominator.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[helwolves]

*sweats*

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[develei]

Ship: Miya Atsumu&/Kita Shinsuke, Miya Atsumu&/Akaashi Keiji
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: theft...

Prompt:
Atsumu in the break room with his boss's sandwich

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: food, my tiny tribute to coffee!kita, corporate AU I GUESS
Word count: 863

FLINGS HANDS UP IN THE AIR

***

The sales department floor is dark and empty when Shinsuke finally makes his way out of his office in search of coffee. He weaves past empty cubicles, clicking his tongue at the number of half-empty coffee cups congealing on the desks, but he supposes he can't possibly be too harsh on his employees; it's been a busy week in a busy month for all of them.

To his surprise, there's a light shining under the doorway of the break room as he approaches. Shinsuke pauses before the closed door and tilts his head, considering; the break room is on the opposite end of the floor to his office, and he'd crossed the entire expanse and seen no computers operating on his way over. Either the lights were left on - unlikely, Akagi had seen to it that the department was fitted with energy-saving lights last quarter - or there was an intruder.

Shinsuke presses gently on the door handle and opens the door a fraction, peeking through the gap. He frowns, and swings the door open.

At the table, the intruder startles badly, his head snapping to the door as he jerks to his feet, banging a knee against the table as he does so. Shinsuke raises his eyebrows. It's one of the Miya twins - Atsumu, judging by the shade of his hair and the bitten-off curses as he nurses the knee. Shinsuke hasn't spoken with him directly very often, but he knows that the twins have been making a name for themselves in the company since they joined a year ago.

"Miya," he says by way of greeting, nodding his head.

"Kita-san! Uh, hey!" Atsumu smiles, but it looks poorly pulled together. His clothes are rumpled, tie and blazer abandoned somewhere unseen, and dark smudges under his eyes. Paperwork is strewn all over the table, a miniature storm around his laptop and a massive water bottle; Shinsuke would guess that he’d been here for a significant amount of time. “You’re here late,” he says, but his eyes keep darting between Shinsuke and the table, a guilty cast to his face, and Shinsuke follows his gaze to the half-eaten sandwich on the table.

His eyebrows rise further. The turkey-cranberry-cheese filling looks distinctly like the one he'd prepared earlier that day, and left in the fridge in a box labelled neatly with his name. Lunch was chaotic, and he'd subsisted instead on the onigiri that Alan had pushed at him on his desk.

Atsumu is looking increasingly nervous. Shinsuke moves towards the kettle, filling it with water and setting it to boil as he fills the coffee press with grounds. He slides his gaze back to Atsumu, who hasn't moved.

"I - um." Atsumu gulps, and says in a rush, "I'm so, so sorry, I thought you probably didn't want it anymore, since it's so late and you hadn't touched it? Actually, I thought you went home already, even the janitor’s gone home, and I’ve been here for hours and I was really, really starving.”

The kettle finishes boiling, and Kita fills the press. “Coffee?” he asks, voice mild.

Atsumu blinks, looking taken aback. “Uh. Nah, thanks. I’m strictly caffeine-free after 9pm.” He gestures at the water bottle. “Bad for your sleep, y’know. Not,” he hurries to add, “that I’m saying you shouldn’t have coffee, Kita-san. I’m sure you sleep fine, uh.” He shuts his mouth abruptly, ears red.

Shinsuke allows a smile. “I do sleep quite well, in fact. I take it you don’t, though.”

Atsumu seems to relax at his smile and he rubs at his eyes, slumping down into his seat. “S’just been a busy month. Barely have time to think straight, let alone sleep.” His stomach rumbles, suddenly, and Atsumu turns even redder. “Or eat,” he mutters.

“Well, since you’re already halfway through,” Shinsuke gestures with a wave of his hand. “By all means, finish what you started, Miya.”

Atsumu casts him an uncertain look, but his hunger must outweigh any reservations he has. He picks up the sandwich again and bites into it as Shinsuke pours out his coffee. He checks his watch, decides he still has the energy to manage another hour, and heads for the door with his cup. “Good night, Miya. Go home soon, before you collapse.”

He hears a muffled “thank you, Kita-san” as he heads back to his office, and shakes his head.

-

There’s a knock on his door the next day, and Shinsuke looks up to see Atsumu in the doorway, a bag of something which smells delicious in his hands. His smile looks much less ragged in the daylight. “Hey, Kita-san,” he says. He holds up the bags. “I thought I’d make it up to you for the sandwich yesterday.”

Shinsuke takes off his glasses and places them into their case. “You might have noticed that I already have a lunch in the fridge, MIya,” he says.

Atsumu’s smile widens. “I did, but I also know you’ve had a sandwich everyday for the past two weeks, Kita-san, and that’s no way to live. Sure I can’t persuade you with something a little warmer?”

Shinsuke laughs. “Well, come in then.”

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu or Miya Osamu &/ Kita Shinsuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: Incest (potential)
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Osamu at the end of the pier with a pile of seashells.

Re: PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[sotongsotong]

BREATHES THROUGH GRITTED TEETH

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Incest (optional)
Other Tags: Bioshock Infinite AUish hello hello

Prompt:
Osamu at the lighthouse with a boat.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

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

Prompt:
Miyuki at the stairwell with a broom.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hogwarts au
Word Count: 553


***


"you ready?" kuramochi asks, jumping down the last of the steps to the entryway by the great hall. he'd caught miyuki standing there from a few steps up, broom in hand, the green and silver quidditch robes on his back. it's a contrast to kuramochi's scarlet and gold robes. slytherin vs gryffindor. the final quidditch match of the year, the one that will determine who wins the inter-house cup.

their last match facing each other. ever. now that it's the end of their seventh year at hogwarts.

"shouldn't you be asking yourself that?" miyuki asks, nudging kuramochi's shoulder now that they're side by side.

"i'm always ready to beat you." kuramochi grins and nudges miyuki's shoulder back. they've been rivals for years, since they started playing, actually. their exchanges on days they play each other are often filled with familiar, comfortable banter and teasing. even more so after the match is over and they know who'd one. their record is about even, now.

"you mean you're ready to lose?" miyuki laughs. "because that's what i heard."

"i don't trust your hearing or your judgement, honestly," kuramochi quips back. he leans against his broom, comfortable as he stands and talks with miyuki before they have to head down to the quidditch pitch.

(they'll walk there, together, just like always. that's where they've spent a lot of days and late night adventures at in their years at hogwarts. despite being in different houses and on rival teams, quiddtich has always been something they've done together.)

"we'll see who's gloating later, youichi." miyuki's broom brushes against kuramochi's leg, and without looking at it, kuramochi knows it like it's his own. the insignia on it. how it's worn from being well-used. miyuki's face when he'd gotten a new one--a better one--after his old broom had broken a few years ago during a match. how happy he had looked. how at ease miyuki always is when he's flying.

it makes kuramochi smile. they have years of memories here. years of memories spent doing this. and now... and now it's the last time. their final time while here at hogwarts.

"i won't go easy on you just because i kind of like you," kuramochi says. his fingers curl around miyuki's own. brief touch that no one can see--were they paying attention--beneath their sleeves. they stand side by side in the stairwell, fingers linked and brooms clutched tightly in their other hands. shoulder to shoulder and ready. "be ready for my best."

"i hope your best is better than what you were throwing when we practiced together the other night." miyuki smiles. "i blocked every single goal you tried to score."

kuramochi would grumble that it's because miyuki's been freakishly good at quidditch ever since they were in second year. for someone who didn't grow up in the wizarding world and only became acquainted with it in his first year at hogwarts, he was way too good--so bright that he'd shine--and as they'd gotten older and played more, it'd become even more apparent.

"i was saving my best until today." he grins, squeezes miyuki's hand. "i can't give away all my secrets now, can i?"

miyuki laughs as kuramochi pulls him forward and they begin the walk down to the quidditch pitch together--still hand in hand. "whatever you say, youichi."

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Akashi Seijuurou or Nijimura Shuuzou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mermaids? beach vacation? who knows

Prompt:

Nijimura in the sand with a seashell on his chest.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[umaibo]

Ship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kasamatsu in a soundproof room with a blindfold.

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: 426

spies au ig

***

“Tell us everything you know about Kise Ryouta.”

What the fuck. Kise, Kasamatsu’s boyfriend with the cushy government job—not quite so cushy, because he travels a lot—Kise, who’s a little bit cagey, Kise getting mixed up in this shit? Kasamatsu says nothing. He feels someone yank his blindfold tighter and he screams.

“Scream all you want to,” says the same voice as before. “The room’s soundproof.”

They could be lying, bluffing, screwing with him; he could be in the middle of the outdoors—except the air doesn’t feel like it; the room is too quiet; there’s no outdoor smell. Kasamatsu doesn’t know what this could be, Yakuza or foreign spies or some government thing; Kise’s gone rogue or turncoat—it could be neither. Who knows what Kise really does? Kasamatsu’s never seen his fucking bank statement. Anything he says could be used against him, against Kise; anything could put Kise in harm’s way.

“The former model?”

“Your boyfriend. Who used to model.”

“What boyfriend? I’m single.”

“Explain who it is who comes to your apartment at all hours, any day.”

“My brother. Tall, blond, you might—”

“Your brother is of average height and has brown hair, which he does not dye. We know who you are, Kasamatsu Yukio. Lying is a waste of everyone’s time, yours included because it is ticking down.”

The voice sounds bored.

“If you know, why are you asking me? Let me go.”

“We know about you. Not about your boyfriend. He’s the one we want; have I not made myself clear?”

Kasamatsu closes his eyes and closes his mouth. He’s not saying shit. Maybe they’ll let him go if he gives Kise away, but can he live like that? Can he let that happen? Kasamatsu’s not sure he can, not sure he wouldn’t—he and Kise aren’t even on a first-name basis, and this is real. This isn’t some video game or drama on TV; it’s no dream he can wake up from. This is real; this is his life. Kise might never know about this (but he probably will; they’ll probably use it to hurt him, whoever the fuck they are).

“Take off the blindfold, and then we’ll talk.”

“You think you can bargain with us? What leverage do you have?”

“I have the information. I know where he is.”

“It’s funny,” the voice says. “They all seem to offer that up for such a small price. Simpletons, you civilians.”

“Well, we’re not getting anywhere like this, are we?”

“You’re not,” says the voice. “But I am.”

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[umaibo]

Ship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kise in his bed with a cake.