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)

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First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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Comments

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

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

Prompt:
Himuro in a hotel room with one of Murasakibara's shirts.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 412

***

When Tatsuya wakes up the thermostat’s set way down to freezing, though he supposes considering it’s Arizona that it’s probably refreshing for Atsushi (and, unlike in his house, he doesn’t have to pay for it). It’s cold and he doesn’t want to move out from under the covers, but ideally Atsushi would still be here. He’s in the shower; at least the water’s running, and Tatsuya struggles into a sitting position, wrapping the blankets tighter around him. His suitcase is all the way across the room (and all the clothes in there are probably colder than the center of a carton of ice cream) but Atsushi’s shirt is next to him on the bed, and when Tatsuya touches it it’s still warm.

He puts it on, rolling up the sleeves until they don’t dangle off the ends of his wrists, pulling it closed across his chest rather than buttoning it. He’s still a little cold, but the shirt helps, warming and covering him, and it smells like Atsushi. It’s nice, Tatsuya thinks, burrowing back under the covers and dozing back off.

“Tatsuya, hey.”

Atsushi’s hair is still wet, dripping on the towel around his shoulders; he’s wearing his suit pants and nothing else and that’s a lovely sight to wake up to, especially now that this time around Tatsuya’s a little more actually, well, awake.

“That’s the only shirt I brought.”

So maybe it wouldn’t do to have the Suns’ star player leaving his room with a suit and no shirt in the morning, but, well.

“I’d take one of yours, but.” Atsushi shrugs; they both know that’s essentially impossible.

Tatsuya sighs, taking off the shirt, exposing his bare chest to the air before he pulls the covers back up. It seems a little bit warmer in the room (though the sound of the air conditioner running cuts through the background), especially when Atsushi eases back into bed with him, practically radiating warmth like a space heater. He unrolls the cuffs of the shirt, but doesn’t put it on right away, draping it over the bedside lamp.

“Got other plans?”

“For now, maybe,” says Atsushi. “But I want breakfast.”

Whether he means that literally or not is unclear, from the way he keeps one foot dangling off the bed and then the way he kisses Tatsuya, rough and wanting with his mouth open and hand cupping Tatsuya’s chin, fingers sweeping back over Tatsuya’s jawline. But that’s fine; Tatsuya’s okay with either option.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

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

Prompt:
Himuro by the river with a fishing net.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 447

***

Normally, Atsushi wouldn’t let anyone catch him. He’s been swimming through these waters his whole life, knows how to navigate them up and down, avoid humans with their nets and rods and hooks, stay out of the territories of aggressive schools of fish. He was born for the saltwater but he can live in rivers, so long as he lets them drain him out to sea once in a while and get his fill there. There are fish that do that, salmon who swim upstream to breed; Atsushi’s pretty sure there’s no inborn cycle forcing this on him. It’s just the way he prefers it, the quiet of the river, swimming through the middle of fields and cities and highways.

He’s seen this human before from his vantage point in the reeds, where his hair blends in enough with the green of the plants and the water that he’s not seen unless you’re really looking for him. The human is always sitting on the edge of the river with a net, always waiting for something, patient. He’s very pretty, posing as if he knows someone’s watching, mole on the side of his face, beautiful mouth. He is still a human though, behind all that beauty is probably the same human entitlement to the entire earth that leads them to destroy it, wanton cruelty that they don’t even realize.

Atsushi lets this human catch him anyway. At the very least, he’ll figure out how to free himself; at the most he’ll get to talk to him. Get to see his face make some other expression, figure out who he is and why he’s here. (Not like Atsushi cares, but he’s kind of bored right now.) He lets the current carry him, catches his fingers on the netting, and tugs until the human hauls him out.

He’s strong enough to lift Atsushi all the way out, even though he’s small (large for a human, perhaps, but noticeably smaller than Atsushi, so small). He looks disappointed almost, as if this net, big enough for merfolk, does not contain what he’s looking for. He masks that with polite questions and introductions, apologies and an acknowledgement that he’d been hoping to catch something else. He says trout, but it’s an obvious lie, one that Atsushi isn’t going to call him on just yet. Better for this human not to know he knows.

He lets Atsushi go without asking for anything, demanding a wish (as if Atsushi could grant it) or trying to tag him like those so-called conservators do. Atsushi doesn’t say as much, but he might come back. To talk with the human a little more, dig a little deeper.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: ok listen

Prompt:
Murasakibara in Battle City with a Duel Monsters deck.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: yugioh au
Word Count: 470

***

There's something incredibly satisfying about summoning a god onto the field.

It feels as if the clouds themselves part as he summons The Winged Dragon of Ra, and the heavens shake with its cry, spreading its golden wings and standing on the field, waiting to fight for Atsushi, ready to take any command that he gives it.

He smiles at his opponent from across the field, some other contestant that he'd never bothered to learn the name of, whose name won't be important after this duel, after all. Atsushi will make sure of that, in one way or another.

There's a darkness that simmers just under the surface, and he can feel it responding to some sort of call. It's always the strongest when he has The Winged Dragon of Ra on the field, or when he's noticed that one of the other two god cards have been summoned during a duel between other people. Like he's being drawn towards the very gods themselves. It's a nice thought, to have that sort of power notice him and seek him out. He'll go soon, he thinks. He just needs to crush this opponent first.

•

He doesn't realise that he's changing until he pairs up with Tatsuya later. They've both been successful on their own but they've always been more successful together, Atsushi knows this from experience. They crush everyone who stands in their way, collecting ante and locator cards as they go.

"I was worried for you," Tatsuya says casually, as they walk beside each other.

"I don't need you to," Atsushi replies, even though he knows that's not going to change a thing. "Just worry about yourself."

Tatsuya looks at him, and he's smiling when Atsushi meets his eyes, but there's something troubled in his expression. "I feel like you've changed, Atsushi."

"In a good or bad way?"

Tatsuya presses his lips together into a thin line. "I'm not sure yet."

•

As it turns out, Atsushi is changing for the worse. He feels it himself, whenever he's reaching the tail end of a duel; the desire to not only beat his opponents but to crush them entirely, to make them feel so insignificant that none of their efforts matter at all.

He manages to push the feeling down, until Tatsuya ends up getting hurt. Atsushi sees him drop and immediately rages.

When he comes to, he's not the same person any more. He has the kind of headache that typically comes from his hair being pulled in the wrong direction, but it won't go away no matter what he does. More than that, he feels an overwhelming amount of anger.

He'll show everyone just how futile it is to struggle, when their loss is already guaranteed.

They can fight against Atsushi all they want, but there's no point in fighting a god.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

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

Prompt:
Murasakibara at Alex Garcia's place with a soul in a jar.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro (& Alex)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 444

***

“Why’d he go to a Christian high school, anyway?” says Atsushi.

Alex sighs. Tatsuya’s soul is swirling around in its jar; she’s going to need to reconstruct his body now and that takes fucking work. It’s not like demons can automatically create physical forms, especially not when they’ve inhabited one for so long the way Tatsuya has that it’s become part of the way they view themselves, part of the way others view them. Tatsuya had made it through two years of Christian high school, yes, but he’d aroused the suspicion of a certain priest who’d chased him across the ocean in an attempt to exorcize the body. The damn fool hadn’t realized that the body was Tatsuya’s creation; there had never been some pure original Tatsuya Himuro who would awaken once Tatsuya’s soul had been taken out.

Demons aren’t so forgiving; until someone has wronged them or unless they’re under orders from a human master they can’t harm humans, but now Tatsuya’s got full range to exact his revenge, no longer bound by a certain section of magical restrictions. If they can restore him, which. Alex hasn’t done anything like this in a very long time.

“Tatsuya likes a challenge,” Alex says, glancing pointedly at his soul in the jar.

Without concrete form, it can’t show the fake contrition that Tatsuya loves so much, and fuck. They need him back.

“Did his physical form leave anything?”

Atsushi sighs and reaches into his pocket. The finger, the original finger grafted to the magic, the closest to a real Tatsuya Himuro that there ever would be. The ring, its protections not enough for whatever nasty spell the priest had come up with. She’s probably going to need Taiga for this, too. And a lot of water.

“Is it,” says Atsushi, and then he bites his lip.

Alex has never seen Atsushi truly worried before, but she can tell the emotion when she sees it, the way he sets down the soul jar so tenderly. Tatsuya can say all he want about how demons shouldn’t be loved, but the counterpoint continues to be proven every day, and not just by her. She pats Atsushi’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have Tatsuya back in no time.”

Atsushi nods, halting but determined and sure. Alex fishes out her phone to text Taiga; the explanation can wait until he’s here. Until now, they can watch Tatsuya on the table and gather everything they need (thankfully, spellbooks are all on the internet now so she doesn’t have to wait; the longer between the destruction and reconstruction, the less effective it is). And then they’ll have him back, physical form and all.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol/underage drinking

Prompt:
Himuro in the Yosen dorms with a plastic water bottle full of vodka.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 411

***

Tatsuya’s always pushing at the limits, smuggling in things that he shouldn't have, especially as a member of the student council (he claims to not hold himself above the law, and it’s not like he doesn’t overlook other students’ transgressions when he’s feeling generous or like the school rules are dumb; so far he hasn’t been caught or if he has his pretty face and excuses about being a foreigner can get him by). Atsushi’s pretty sure he’d be baking pot brownies if he knew the right kind of dealer, even considering his fairly deep understanding of the differences between American and Japanese weed culture.

But he’s got most of a handle of expensive vodka in the trunk under his bed and he’s drinking some from a bottle in the common room right now, giving no indication of being drunk. No flushed face, no loose words, no large gestures, no reticence. He just is, sipping his vodka like it’s the water that’s supposed to be there.

“Thirsty, Atsushi?”

Atsushi shrugs; he doesn’t like any of the liquor he's tried. A sweet cocktail might be nice, but he’s never had one, or a chocolate beer; but he’ll reserve his opinion until he tries one. Still, this is more of a dare and Atsushi’s no chicken. He takes a sip from the bottle.

The vodka goes down easier than he’d been expecting, smooth in his throat but still burning and numbing at the inside of his mouth. He doesn’t visibly wince, at which Tatsuya seems pleased.

He’s had half the bottle by the time they go to bed and still seems no worse for wear; his breath is disgusting, lips numb; his kisses are a little bit looser and he’s dropping a little bit more of his facade, but Atsushi’s more in line with the idea that he’s using alcohol as an excuse to be more open. He’s still in control; he wouldn’t cede it to the vodka like this. And he’s still the same guy pushing Atsushi to the bed, still the same exacting touches on Atsushi’s skin. Who’s he fooling? It’s not even himself, but that’s not Atsushi's problem. If it takes some alcohol for Tatsuya to pretend he’s getting through his issues, maybe that will translate to really getting through them. Atsushi’s not going to wait around forever for that, but if Tatsuya smiles at him like this more, it might be worth it to conjure up some more patience.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: theres not enough spies in this round i object

Prompt:
Himuro at a society event with a hidden earpiece.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

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

Prompt:
Himuro in the bathroom with a tube of dark lipstick.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 430

***

“Come here, Atsushi,” Tatsuya says.

Atsushi obeys, gathering his skirt and standing up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and God he is a vision. The dress, long on anyone, that had to be let out to make foot-length on him, nearly dragging on the ground; the spaghetti straps revealing his tanned shoulders from spending all that time shirtless on the beach; the gigantic wingspan; the dress’s high waist. His hair’s still tangled and let out, brushing his shoulder blades (Tatsuya wants to see how long he’ll go without cutting it, how long the nuisance of actually getting up and cutting his hair outweighs the nuisance of his hair getting everywhere; so far it’s held a good deal).

And he’s got no makeup on, either. Tatsuya doesn’t have much experience with it himself, but putting on lipstick can’t be that hard; he’s seen his mother do it often enough, and the salespeople at Sephora hadn’t looked at him too curiously when he’d bought several different shades of eggplant purple lipstick. It’s darker than Atsushi’s hair and eyes, and Tatsuya doesn’t know much about matching skin undertones or any of that but it’ll look good with his summer tan, and something that matched him exactly (other than, like, eye makeup) would look too weird, like something out of some kids’ cartoon.

He uncaps the first lipstick, staring at the color.

“What do you think?”

Atsushi shrugs. “Looks good to me.”

Tatsuya twists it, enough for the color to poke out farther from the end, and then applies it, brushing over Atsushi’s lip. Atsushi nearly jerks back.

“That tickles.”

“Sorry.”

His hand hadn’t slipped too much; it’s all still within the bounds of Atsushi’s soft lips, their usual shade of pink covered with the dark purple, and it really does look good with the hair, the eyes, the skin, the dress. Tatsuya wants to stop and kiss him, but that would just ruin the lipstick. He carefully paints around the edges, filling them in with purple until they’re totally covered. It’s not that much in terms of faces full of makeup, but Atsushi looks different. In a good way, a pretty way.

“Let me see.”

Tatsuya ducks out of the way, watching Atsushi stare at himself in the mirror. He squints, and then gathers his hair back, pulling it away from his face and neck. A ponytail isn’t going to cut it here, but they have pins and clips to put it in some sort of updo, but Tatsuya will let Atsushi handle that. He’ll just watch.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: do i even bother tagging Obvious Bait

Prompt:
Murasakibara in a cave with a hoard of treasure.

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, multiple orgasms, tailfucking
Word Count: 450

***

here

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: kashima sonora/yamato yura OR haruna rin/yamato yura (or all three)
Fandom: stella c3 bu
Major Tags: bodily fluids (blood), death, eating, graphic depictions of violence/gore (cannibalism)
Other Tags: possible bloodplay, religion, 13 years of catholic school

Prompt:
yura in the tabernacle with a tract reading "eat of my flesh and drink of my blood".

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, E

[multilinear]

Ship: sonoyurarin
Fandom: stella c3
Major Tags: explicit sexual content. cannibalism, gore, violence, blood.
Other Tags: a lot of religious imagery uh
Word Count: 480


***


link.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: arakita yasutomo/kinjou shingo OR kinjou shingo/makishima yuusuke
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
kinjou at the table reading for makishima's new play with the wrong script.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: haiba lev/yaku morisuke OR kuroo tetsurou/yaku morisuke
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
lev in gymnasium #3 with a life-size cardboard cutout of yaku receiving a volleyball.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[qingtian]

Ship: ALL PERMUTATIONS/COMBINATIONS OF (&) SHIPS WELCOMED || Chinatsu Hiyama, Koumoto Akira, Shizuku Hanaoka, Akagi Mako, Manami Sangaku, Miyahara, Imaizumi Shunske, Kanzaki Miki, Shinkai Hayato, Shinkai Yuuto, Fukutomi Juichi, Shinkai Hayato, Teshima Junta, Aoyagi Hajime, Midousuji Akira, Kishigami Komari, Toudou Jinpachi, Tachibana Aya, Makishima Yuusuke, Kinjou Shingo, Tadokoro Jin, Izumida Touichirou
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso, Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, i'm Fishing for a, Splatoon au, squid kids!!, this has become a build your own ship generator.

Prompt:
[Any of above] in the brightly splattered battlefield with the ink gun.

FILL: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo], [G]

[krankran]

Ship: Kanzaki Miki & Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: COLOURS
Word Count: None

Backgrounds were against me all night so. Hope just a profile page type of thing is okay...

Also.

Miki Squidling just looks like a normal squidling. Fml.

***

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[kuramochi]

Ship: furusawa OR harusawa OR furuharusawa
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
eijun at the bakery with the engagement ring(s)

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: liuhimu or murahimu
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
himuro in the baseball diamond with the metal bat.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Liu/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 419

bless u for these;;;

***

“You’re a decent hitter. For a pitcher,” Liu allows, leaning over the dugout railing.

Himuro raises an eyebrow. If this is Liu’s attempt at teasing, it’s—okay, he supposes, better than picking on his pitching, which does need some work, the fastball he can’t quite inch up above ninety still, the knuckleball that flattens out too quickly sometimes. But he leads the team in average; he’s no power hitter but he can execute a bunt, lay down a line drive double in the gap. Maybe he’s only first in average because Atsushi doesn’t try that hard, but someone has to score the runs. You can’t win a game with a score of 0-0, after all.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” says Liu, taking off his cap and running a hand through his sweaty hair.

Fukui walks; Himuro strides out to the on-deck circle to take some practice cuts. It’s an exhibition game; they’re using metal bats, a challenge Coach has made to the pitchers—don’t give up any long fly balls. Himuro hadn’t in his two innings of work; the knuckleball isn’t particularly prone to that when it’s working, and today it is well enough. The next batter pops up; it’s Himuro’s turn. He looks back to Liu in the dugout; he’s leaning forward and smirking. So it is a challenge.

It’s not like Himuro can’t hit home runs, but it’s not like he’s going to fuck up his stance swinging for the fences, either.

The first pitch comes in fast, higher than he likes and high enough (or badly-framed enough) that the umpire calls ball one. Himuro prefers facing off against righty pitchers; whether because it’s something in his lefty batting stance or the fact that he’s a righty pitcher himself he doesn’t know, and the why of it doesn’t really matter. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try harder to hit lefties, and, well, the second pitch comes in slow, a little movement just toward the outside corner, right where Himuro likes it. He’s got to swing a little harder to make it carry, but, well.

It lands on the other side of the fence; Fukui and Atsushi high-five Himuro at the plate and the smirk is gone, replaced with an unsurprised smile. Liu grabs Himuro’s ass just as Himuro’s about to grab his, and Himuro lets his hand graze the small of Liu’s back instead, right under his jersey number.

“Like I said,” Liu says. “You’re decent for a pitcher.”

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: aomido
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: power hitter aomine? world's worst battery? up to you

Prompt:
midorima on the mound with the pitcher's glove.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 405

this slots right into my fave aomido au so thank you for this

***

“Babe,” says Aomine. “I know you got this.”

“Then why are you here?” says Midorima.

There’s one out and a runner at first, the perfect situation to induce a ground ball and be done with it. Midorima doesn’t trust his fielders as much as he trusts himself (especially when it’s not Aomine out there at third), but still. A routine play, one that they’ve made a million times. They can handle it; Midorima doesn’t need to waste time trying to pick off the runner. Unless he’s going to try and steal on Aomine's rifle of an arm, which would be stupid—but that doesn’t mean he won’t do it. Midorima sighs.

“Just strike him out, Ace.”

“You’re the power pitcher.”

“Eh, true, but it’s not like you can’t,” says Aomine, that cheeky grin of his splitting his face. “You got this."

The umpire’s starting to walk out; Aomine squeezes Midorima’s ass (definitely not the normal buddy-buddy ass slap that the other catchers give him, and probably not appropriate for the middle of the game, but whatever). Midorima’s cheeks are flaming with more than the usual sunburn. He waits for Aomine to pull on his mask and crouch behind the plate; he checks the runner and looks in for the sign. Changeup, okay. He fires from the stretch; the batter’s looking for a fastball and seizes up; Aomine frames the pitch perfectly. Strike one.

Midorima checks the runner again; he’s not going. Aomine calls for the curve and Midorima shakes his head. Another changeup, and he nods, fires. The batter makes contact, but his swing is early and pulls the ball foul. Two strikes, the runner taking a bigger lead but not worth throwing over. Midorima could get him like that, but he knows exactly what Aomine wants now. He’s ready for the fastball before Aomine even signs it.

The batter swings over it; Midorima doesn’t have to look to know the runner’s going. Aomine’s throw is sharp, sizzling, a perfect strike from nearly twice the length of a pitch, straight into Sakurai’s glove where he smacks the tag on the runner’s leg with plenty of time left. Three out.

“Nice throw,” Midorima says, catching up with Aomine on their way back to the dugout.

Aomine beams (are compliments from him that rare?) before launching into a flowery description of Midorima’s pitching that leaves him blushing furiously and almost wishing the game was over sooner.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: garciraki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
masako in the kitchen with the burnt remains of alex's attempt at cooking.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 407

this got kind of ? serious?

***

“What the hell was the oven up to?”

“450,” says Alex. “That’s what it said.”

“It says 250,” says Masako. “See?”

Alex squints at the paper, holding it up to her face. “I guess it does. Shit.”

Oh. Masako’s stomach drops; she’d known there had to have been some kind of reason. Alex is a good cook, not prone to making mistakes like this, turning the oven on two hundred degrees too hot and leaving a charred mess in the casserole dish, especially because this is her oven and her apartment. She knows how to use it.

“Are your eyes—”

“It’s fine; I knew I needed to update my prescription,” says Alex. “I’ve just been putting it off; shit’s been getting in the way. It’s been headed this way for a while, but it’s not, like, getting to that kind of point, you know?”

(They talk around it, always; maybe it’s less than they used to, but the road to where Alex is comfortable with it, to where Masako’s comfortable with raising the subject to her, is rocky and uneven, subject to sudden pitfalls.)

“I’m sorry,” says Masako. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“It’s okay,” says Alex. “If we soak the dish it should be fine. And I’ll ask for something printed larger if I need it.”

She pushes up her glasses on her nose. “What about your prescription?”

“Ill call the eye doctor. Tonight, if you want me to.”

(Masako doesn’t want to push it, but she doesn’t want anything to happen; she doesn’t want to hover and Alex knows how to get around with her eyesight as it is but still.)

“Hey,” says Alex, her hand cool on Masako’s shoulder. “I know. I’m kind of difficult and stubborn.”

“Not like I’m not,” says Masako, giving her a half smile.

They leave the casserole dish full of warm, soapy water in the sink, the window open to let out what’s left of the smoke, the oven double checked that it’s off, before they retire to the living room. They both kind of smell like burnt vegetables; they both need showers but first it’s nice to just not be freaking out about the smoke alarm, or about each other, to just lie on the couch with their eyes closed for a bit.

“We still need dinner,” Alex mumbles.

“Takeout?” says Masako. “I’ll buy.”

“You don’t have to,” Alex says, kissing Masako’s jaw.

“I know,” says Masako.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural Elements (Exorcism)

Prompt:
Masako in the field with the exorcism kit.

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, T

[lysithea]

Ship: alex garcia/masako araki, past alex garcia/tatsuya himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: vague references to sexual content
Other Tags: religious elements, mild language
Word Count: 418 words

i'm a fake garciraki i've actually never written either of them before i don't know how to write them

***

"It's not going to work," Alex says, kicking up off the ground and hovering cross-legged.

Masako frowns and reaches into her bag, taking out a can of salt. She stands up, walking in a circle around Alex, spilling it on the grass below. Alex lowers herself closer to the ground and studies the salt. She extends her hand towards it before snatching it away as if burned. She laughs, shaking her hand out, and hovers her way out of the circle.

"It's iodized. I'm not a chemist, but I do know that it's got to be pure sodium chloride to trap a demon."

Masako shrugs. "It was worth a shot."

She rummages through her bag again and brings out a box full of white tealights. She counts out thirteen before laying them around Alex again. She take a lighter out of her pocket and lights seven. She's about to start chanting an incantation when Alex clears her throat.

"You... do know that there is an easier way to get rid of a succubus, right?"

Masako grimaces. "I'd rather not."

Alex laughs and combs her fingers through her long blonde hair. "It's not like I'd eat you or anything. Just a wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Am I not your type or something?"

Masako shakes her head, letting her eyes rove up and down Alex's body. "That's not the issue here."

"I could show you a good time."

"I could show you right out of here."

"Ooh," Alex says, winking, "sassy."

Masako sighs. "Shouldn't it be obvious to you? I'm a sister. It wouldn't be becoming of me to just fuck demons out of existence. It would be a poor example for all of the acolytes, and god knows I already have enough trouble keeping them in line."

"Oh, it's too late for you if that's what you were going for." Alex unfolds her legs and stands in the middle of the candlelit circle. "I haven't been here before, but I have met one of your acolytes somewhere before. The cute one with the mole. He took the straightforward way out. Maybe you could learn from your students."

Masako feels a vein in her forehead pulse. She wishes she had her sword on her. The demon would probably like that, though. Damn. "Well, I'll just have to teach him a lesson later."

Alex raises an eyebrow. "But now?"

Masako sighs and blows the candles out one by one. "I'm going to perform your exorcism the tried-and-true way."

Alex grins.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Murasakibara
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural Elements

Prompt:
Aomine in the locker room with the spellbook.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[tsunderekita]

Ship: Furuya Satoru->Miyuki Kazuya<-Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: poly or love triangle, however you wanna frame it

Prompt:
[Furuya, Miyuki, and Eijun] in [Miyuki's dorm room] with [a copy of Bull Durham].

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Dia/Kanan
Fandom: Love Live!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural Elements, attempts to prompt bnha au without having read a single panel

Prompt:
Kanan in the classroom with the book about quirks.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Shino/Keiko
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural Elements, attempts to prompt bnha au without having read a single panel

Prompt:
Shino in the principal's office with the list of questions about being a hero.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Arakita/Toudou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural Elements, attempts to prompt bnha au without having read a single panel

Prompt:
Toudou in the locker room with the superhero outfit.

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Alexandra Garcia/Araki Masako(/Momoi Satsuki???)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Alex at a sports shop with a pair of ice skating shoes.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 419

***

“Why not get your skates sharpened at the rink?” says Masako.

She’s trying not to smile as she says it, sweeping her hair over her shoulder as she takes Alex’s ratty skate bag.

“Too expensive,” says Alex. “And you do a better job.”

Those are both true, of course; the rink isn’t for hockey by default and most of the classes there teach basic moves or figure skating. Those are fine, but the kids they hire for minimum wage after school jobs, the ones who get stuck sharpening the skates, are mostly used to figure skates or the generic rental stuff from behind their counter. Masako’s a hockey player, though; she’s used to sharpening her own skates, the hockey skates young kids and her former teammates bring in, to the perfect point, so that when they step back out on the ice the blades cut through the right way.

Of course, the main reason is that Alex is here to flirt with Masako, not as hopelessly as she’d once thought it had been. Masako knows by now; she flirts back, talks about playing on the national team, dropping her gloves in rec leagues, all of which makes Alex more determined to invite her over to the rink, get her skating (passing a puck back and forth, racing from end to end, trying to deke on each other—so Alex is a forward and Masako’s on D; it’s not like she hadn’t had a scoring touch when she damn well wanted it; Alex has seen quite a few of her highlights).

Alex watches Masako work; she’s wanted to ask for a while if she can sharpen her own. She misses doing it, the feeling of being at the rink and tending to her equipment, not so much a ritual as lacing up her skates before every game had been, left side on top for a home game and right side on top for away, but something familiar and comforting to ease the tension in her back, to get her mind off her own mistakes she’s trying not to dwell on. She watches Masako’s face, the concentration on the routine activity; maybe Masako feels the same.

“All done,” Masako says, putting the skates back in the bag.

“Come with me to the rink some time,” says Alex with a smile. “See how well they work.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Masako says.

“I’m there every day.”

(It’s an offer; perhaps it’s too bold, but—Masako dips her head in assent.)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Himuro in the changing room with Kagami's elbow pads.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 430

***

They’re the first ones at the rink and the last ones to leave; that’s how it’s always been on the days they’re not playing on the asphalt in the street, feet sweating in their rollerblades before the sun is even that high above them, knocking each other off the puck or the ball, whatever they’re playing with that day. But today is a rink day, indoor surface under the wheels of their skates; there’s an ice rink not too far from here and while that’s hockey as much as this, this is their hockey, the hockey they grew up on, how they learned to pass and check and shoot and block.

There are advantages to staying so late, besides the extra time where they can fool around, nudging each other toward the boards and slapping each other’s sticks while the puck rolls away, Taiga picking Tatsuya up in celebration when he scores a goal and kissing him awkwardly with their helmets. And then there’s now, when they’re in the locker room, the sweat that’s drying on their skin from themselves and each other and the musty air. It's pretty gross, but they’re used to it, so it’s not so bad—well, it is. But still.

Tatsuya removes his gear as he always does; helmet, shoulders, right side pads, left side pads, skates; he puts it back in his bag in that order and then goes to deal with his skates. Taiga’s having difficulty with the double knot in his skates; he ends up kicking one of his elbow pads over to Tatsuya, who picks it up. It’s getting a little worn; both of them are tough on equipment (Tatsuya more than Taiga; he’ll admit it), from playing hard and playing all the goddamn time.

“We should order new ones,” Tatsuya says, thinking back to the ones he’d stuffed in his own bag.

“Huh?” says Taiga, having finally loosened the knot in his laces.

“Elbow pads,” says Tatsuya, tossing Taiga’s back to him.

Taiga looks it over. “Yeah. Just fucking bought this one, though.”

Tatsuya hums, stripping off his undershirt; the bruise on his side from that blocked shot last week is finally fading, and Taiga’s noticed that, too. He looks Tatsuya up and down, as if noticing the way he looks shirtless for the first time.

“I know you don’t need me to tell you this, but you’re gorgeous,” Taiga says.

“Thank you,” says Tatsuya, quiet; the sincerity in Taiga’s voice, even if it’s about something like this is—well.

(They do have the locker room to themselves, after all.)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Haizaki Shougo
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Haizaki in the ocean with a broken boat.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Haizaki/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 538

***

Shougo’s halfway out when the motor dies. Fucking figures, chasing a ship that’s too fast for him to catch up with, pushing the motor until it breaks, set adrift with enough water for a day or so. Maybe more if he keeps under the paltry shelter (this is little more than a glorified rowboat, honestly) and if the sun doesn’t get too bright or too hot. He can try getting back to shore, but where will that lead him? He’s got a set of oars, but only so much energy. What a fucking way to die.

He hears a splash next to him and swiftly turns his head, probably just a fish, although, if he eats, maybe he’ll last longer? Shougo squints into the water, trying to see through the dark, but there’s very little, all around him. Just emptiness, the dizzying mass of stars above in the sky, the rocking waves. And then, slowly, a head pops out. A merman, by the looks of things, red hair and suspicious eyes; Shougo wonders if they really do eat people, if he’s not going to get a chance to row himself back.

“Suicide mission?” says the merman. “Thought your boat was just passing through, but you cut the motor.”

“It died,” says Shougo. “Didn’t you hear me yelling at it to turn the fuck back on?”

The merman shakes his head, but smiles; his teeth glint in the low light. “Must have been amusing.”

“Maybe to you, since you’re not going to fucking die out here.”

“We’re not that far from shore.”

“Far enough,” says Shougo, gazing out at the flat expanse before him, water on every horizon.

He pulls out his compass to stare at it again; he hasn’t changed direction much (the position of the stars in the sky only confirms that). The shore is still to the west; the ship is probably east but unreachable at this point. Unless the merman’s planning to like, assimilate him and give him a fish tail, or tow him back (his mother’s words to never trust a merperson, never owe them a favor, echo in Shougo’s mind; she’d learned that in a bad way though she’s never let him pry too much into the details—but owing a merman and being alive is better than being dead in the ocean with no debt in Shougo’s opinion) then Shougo doesn’t have much on his side.

The merman is still studying him, trying to make up his mind or something. He’s actually pretty cute, strong shoulders and sharp eyes, weird eyebrows but they add to his charm a little bit. Shougo’s never really interacted with any merfolk, despite being a sailor all his life; he wonders if maybe he should have before. If they could have met under better circumstances—and what? Gone out for coffee? What kind of person does Shougo think he is?

“You want to tow me back?” says Shougo. “I’m a sailor; you’ll catch me if I weasel out of repaying you.”

“Not really,” says the merman. “But I don’t want your life on my hands.”

“You’re a decent guy,” says Shougo. “Damn.”

“What did you expect, that I’d eat you?” says the merman.

“As if," says Shougo.