Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

The goal is in sight, participants! Let's finish strong by drawing upon the thousands of fanworks you've created this summer and putting them in new lights.

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

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO 2017 and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, a podfic of someone else's work, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild! Sequels do count as remixes, with limits: "And then the same thing happened again" is not ok, but "And then some totally new thing happened" is fine, and please don't create only sequels.
• You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created to your own prompts.
• You can remix a remix, but if we see any remix chains we'll be upset, so do this with moderation and restraint.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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)
• 8 tracks (fanmixes)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

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. (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>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a> (place the DW link 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. (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>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a>(place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each

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Comments

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[wino]

godd youuuuuuuuuu... YOUUU!!!

that opening line is such a HOOK, the way it's not even phrased like a question but a demand, an explanation for something that's so certain and true. the kill for him / die for him contrast was brilliant, btw

and then the emphasis on his lack of choice, and how he's forced to make do with what he has dkjfhgkdjfgh

with all his anger, all his love, and no way of expressing either. god you really captured that feeling of being trapped inside your own body, horrifying and suffocating

not only does the demon start to understand love, it starts to love Tatsuya too. THE SHEER HORROR IN THIS. WHAT'S WORSE THAN A MONSTER KNOWING LOVE AND TWISTING IT

and then the repeated he's mine is so chilling it's honestly i ever imagined and dreamed lmao

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Kagami/Aomine, Kagami/OC
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: swearing, breaking up & not getting back together, the original sounded like Aomine ended things so of course Kagami would be Bitter
Original Work: link by hatchbacks
Word Count: 636


***

They’re broken up, but it wasn’t that simple. Taiga knew well enough how it would go: Aomine said all the right words, surprisingly, showing more maturity and dignity than he could ever expect from him -- but it wasn’t enough, not to patch over the raw, open wound where their love used to be. Tatsuya always teased him about not being able to let go, but Taiga had never seen it as a problem before. He was tenacious, yeah, and determined, hell yeah and he spotted Aomine breezing into the club like he didn’t have a worry in the world and Taiga's heart burned.

Taiga had come with someone. He was sure of it, someone distracting hot and accommodating when it came to a guy whose mind was papered over entirely with basketball and his ex -- but that date had gone bust quickly and now he was alone, drinking at the bar. Taiga knew he looked good -- it wasn’t narcissistic to state the obvious, was it? -- but no one approached him, probably because the powerful fuck you vibes he was giving off.

Aomine spotted him and smiled and then walked away. He walked away and something in Taiga snapped. He rose from his seat and tossed some bills to the bartender -- more than enough to pay for his drinks and an apology to plunging this corner of the bar into his dark mood for so long. He headed out to find Aomine.

He found him, of course. Outside, talking to someone else. Well, talking might be a bit much -- although tongues seemed to be involved. Taiga knew it’d be smart to just walk away now. They weren’t together anymore and it was no longer his business who or what Aomine stuck his dick in. But just as he was back tracking, his foot hit a trash can and it came crashing down.

Aomine’s partner startled and saw Taiga. He was gone before Taiga could apologize, leaving him alone with a sulking Aomine. Taiga was pretty sure he wasn’t in love with Aomine anymore, because when he had been, he would’ve found that expression weirdly adorable. But now he was just irritated.

“Hey, Kagami,” Aomine said, pointing urgently towards his crotch. “Since you blew my date, are you gonna blow me?”

“Fuck you,” Taiga said tiredly. “I’ll buy you one drink, but that’s it.”

“Cheapo,” Aomine said, zipping up his fly.

The bartender didn’t even pretend to be surprised when they both turned up at the bar. Instead, he set forth a new shot of whiskey for Taiga and waited for Aomine’s order. He was a nice looking guy, Taiga thought, and was reminded vaguely of Tatsuya, although pretty much any handsome, black haired guy did that.

He had nice hands, Taiga thought. Thin fingers and strong wrists.

“Are you dating anyone?” Aomine asked him. “Since we --”

“Some,” Taiga said, which wasn’t true, but Aomine didn’t need to know that.

“Liar,” Aomine said, grinning. Taiga gave him a sour look.

“What about you? Slutting it across the playoffs?”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Kagami,” Aomine said.

“I’m not jealous,” Taiga said. “Because I’m not in love with you anymore.”

Aomine winced and looked around, but no one was paying attention to them. The bartender drifted by and refilled the bowl of peanuts between them.

“What, you just figured that out? Right now?”

“... Yeah,” Taiga said, and Aomine snorted, sharply.

“You’re a real idiot, Bakagami,” Aomine said, but he was smiling. “I guess then we can go back to being friends?”

“Ew, who’d want to be friends with you?” Taiga said, grinning back.

“Asshole.”

“Fucker.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Yeah, Taiga thought. They were back.

*

Taiga asked the bartender out as soon as Aomine left. He was a little bit surprised when he said yes, but maybe he shouldn’t have been.

FILL: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru, T

[aicqt]

Ship: Oikawa/Miyuki
Fandom: haikyuu!!, Daiya
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link
Word Count: 496

***

Miyuki shifts his feet further apart, and Oikawa changes his sign from his initial thought to a fastball, straight down the middle. Tanba nods, and throws. It flies straight into Oikawa's mitt. Miyuki's back stiffens, and his previous confidence wavers. Good.

Oikawa gives his sign again, and this time Miyuki at least swings, but the ball thumps unimpeded into Oikawa's glove.

"Nice throw!" Oikawa calls as he sends the ball back to Tanba.

Miyuki's stance is finally how it should be: focused and ready. Perhaps if he'd stepped up to the plate with that attitude he might have managed a hit. As it is, Oikawa gives his last sign, and Tanba sends the ball in a beautiful curve, low and away, just barely in the zone. Miyuki doesn't know what happened as Kataoka calls the strike.

Oikawa stands and claps Miyuki on the shoulder. "Maybe next time, Miyuki-kun."

"Y-yeah," says Miyuki, as Oikawa jogs up to the mound and ushers Tanba off.

After the game, Oikawa sees Miyuki try to linger and wait for him. Apparently no one has told him that Oikawa runs after games, only stopping to talk to his pitcher and remove his catching gear before setting out on laps.

He uses the time to cement the game in his mind, only becoming more irritated at Miyuki's play in retrospect. He knows perfectly well why it gets to him: he wants Miyuki to be another him, but he's not there yet and the ways Oikawa can see for him to get better are so obvious that he feels Miyuki should have found them by now. He's disappointed in him. At this rate Oikawa will have graduated from the team before Miyuki can put up any kind of real fight.

He runs for an hour, and arrives at the showers to find Miyuki there, half asleep on one of the shower seats. From the shampoo bubbles still in his hair, he was planning to pretend he just happened to still be washing up.

Oikawa shakes his head as he pulls off his sweat coated gear.

Miyuki blinks awake as Oikawa turns on the shower. "Senpai?" he asks, clearly still unsure about his surroundings.

"You're going to catch a cold, Miyuki-kun," Oikawa comments, latering up his skin until it squeaks.

"Wanted to wait for you," Miyuki explains.

Oikawa makes a derisive noise, without really intending to. "Is that so."

Miyuki actually sounds unsure when he replies. Oikawa is a terrible senpai. "Yeah, I wanted to talk. You seemed pissed."

"You were mistaken," Oikawa snaps. He doesn't like people reading into his bad judgements.

Miyuki laughs. "Yeah, you're totally pissed."

Oikawa's mouth tightens into a thin line and he distracts himself by rinsing off his hair.

"I let my guard down," Miyuki says. "Pretty sure it's because you were catching. It's more fun with you around." Oikawa stills. "Won't happen again, Oikawa-senpai."

Oikawa nods in silence and lets Miyuki leave.

He really is a terrible senpai.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content, dub-con (because there's alcohol involved), violence (briefly)
Other Tags: alcohol and drinking, band au, ex boyfriends, angst (unhappy/unresolved endings)
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 1580

***

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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[gionkenji]

Ship: Narumiya Mei & Kamiya Carlos Toshiki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by hyalinee
Word Count: none

Production notes:
Patterns used are here, here and here.
Knit using worsted yarn except they were on opposite ends of the gauge range ffffffff on 5mm needles.
Not a finished object but if I kept going, I probably would've switched to entrelac and finished with a lace pattern.

Please read the original fill for context and great justice!!!!

***



full size individual pics here!

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[moetushie]

!!! KNITTING !!!

I'm sorry, I'm always impressed when people can DO THINGS with THEIR HANDS. It looks lovely! I like the color combo.

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Haru/Sousuke (Rin/Haru and Sousuke/Rin, one-sided)
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: i know the original's is all sexy sneaking around in showers, which why I went for the opposite way, way soft, originally was going to write Rin outsider POV but idk
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 563


***

Sousuke saw it as a stop gap measure. He loved Rin, he missed Rin. But Rin wasn’t here and Haru was. So, it was simple. He wouldn’t have pursued things if Haru hadn’t pushed things and even now, years later, he was still surprised over it. It had begun in the last year of middle school, when he was trying to decide between going to Tokitsu in Tokyo or Samezuka. His parents told him that it was up to him, but Sousuke needed more guidance than that. He was troubled. He was pretty sure that going to Tokyo would put him on the national stage more quickly, and that way he’d be able to see Rin sooner. But Samezuka’s academics were excellent, and their swimmers often went to Nationals. And besides, he’d be closer to home.


Sousuke biked across town, his head swirling with thoughts and worries of lost opportunities when he saw a small, lonely figure walking in front of him. He slowed and stopped his bike, and watched as Haru walked up to him.

“You’re not going to say anything, Nanase?” Sousuke called out, once Haru had passed him. “Where’s Tachibana? Aren’t you two attached at the hip?”

Haru turned to him. “You ask too many questions.”

“Where are you going?” Sousuke asked, pedaling slowly so he would keep pace with Haru.

“The beach,” Haru said, vaguely gesturing to where the road split off towards the beach. He looked at Sousuke sideways. “Makoto had a dentist’s appointment. We’re not attached to the hip.”

“It’s just an expression, Nanase,” Sousuke said, swinging off his bike and walking it down the gravel path to the beach. Haru balked for a moment, and he turned to see what he was doing. “What?”

Haru was still, his hands picking at the sleeves of his shirt. “I heard you were leaving. Is that true?”

Sousuke grinned. “What? Are you gonna miss me?”

Haru snorted sharply and looked away. “I don’t care. Do what you want.”

Sousuke shrugged and left his bike leaning against a boulder and his shoes next to it. The water was cool enough to make him reluctant to go in, but he saw that Haru had no such hesitation. He swam along the shoreline, watching Sousuke while pretending not to.

“Do you think you’d see Rin sooner if you left?” Haru asked him, his voice rising over the sound of the surf.

Sousuke flushed and clenched his fists together. He felt something turn inside him, something sick with envy and longing. “Y-you don’t know what you’re talking about, Nanase! Besides, Rin’s my best friend, not yours.”

Haru came out of the water. He was almost dazzling, dripping with droplets of water and naked except for his jammers. He wasn’t as tall as Sousuke -- he probably would never be -- but Sousuke found himself bending down to hear what he was going to say.

“Rin’s a selfish guy, leaving us behind,” Haru said carefully. He looked at Sousuke. His eyes were very blue. Sousuke found that he couldn’t quite look away.

“He had to,” Sousuke said, licking his lips, on account of his suddenly too-dry mouth.

Haru looked faintly puzzled. “And you have to go too?”

“I might,” Sousuke said.

“Don’t,” Haru said, and kissed him. He tasted like the sea, like salt and like drowning. Sousuke knew that he was going to stay.

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[gionkenji]

thank you!!! can you believe mei chose these colours cause he though they looked gross together??? silly mei

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: implied character death
Other Tags: genderswap, madoka magica au
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

"don't stare at me like I'm your sun" is basically going to make me weep forever, but you know I'm still here for the double heartbreak of kageyama's eventual rebellion.

***

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, M

[moetushie]

Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: shipwrecked AU, NOT PENNY'S BOAT, i've only seen the first three seasons of LOST ok, injuries, sea snakes are scary and also weirdly cute
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 1264

Lol this word count. Also the factoid about man flesh and pork is 100% fact! I think. Anyway. Human flesh = the other, other white meat. Thank you.

Read on AO3

***

“They say the human flesh is supposed to taste like pork,” Rin said on the hundred and fifteenth day of their shipwrecked ordeal. He was grinning and Sousuke could have sworn that his teeth looked sharper than they had before. He wouldn’t put it past him to have whittled them into points. Island living was desperately boring, after all.

Sousuke squinted at him suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rin shrugged. “Just making conversation.”

“You planning to make tonkatsu out of me, Rin?” Sousuke said, going back to mending the nets with his fishbone needle.

“Don’t be stupid, Sousuke,” Rin said, annoyed. “I don’t have the breadcrumbs.”

*

When they’d first washed up on the island, their combined survival skills were, to say the least, extremely weak. Every day was a struggle for survival, as well a struggle not to strangle the other lone survivor of their doomed honeymoon cruise. Sousuke had steadily loved Rin since he was young. He thought that having Rin to himself for an extended period of time would the culmination of his fondest wishes.

He’d been completely wrong.

He still loved Rin, but he now knew that he would’ve loved Rin even more if they weren’t trapped in the Blue Lagoon together, without nearly as much as sex as the scenario would’ve suggested.

Then Rin found the hatch.

Rin wasn’t a TV watcher (another flaw of his) but thankfully, Sousuke was. He warned Rin from going down alone or going down at all. But since like hell Rin was going to listen to him, so Sousuke did the next best thing -- followed Rin into that dark hole in earth, with a torch providing some precarious light. At least, until the generators kicked in and the lights came on.

Sousuke immediately went looking for a counter, some doomsday device. He didn’t find it. What he did find was Rin, sitting in a galley style kitchen, opening a can of sardines with a very large bowie knife. Rin licked off a drop of oily tomato sauce from his lip and said, “I think this must’ve been some rich guy’s bolt hole or something. Maybe a fallout center?”

“When do you think it was built?” Sousuke asked, looking around. The decor was mostly industrial, with some very few concessions to comfort. A few hours later, he would discover the wine cellar and his impression of the intended comfort of the shelter would improve.

“Dunno,” Rin said, turning the can, looking for an expiration. He turned green when he found it. “... The seventies.”

*

They moved into the hatch, leaving their rudimentary hut on the beach behind. Every day, they’d leave the hatch in the morning and move around the island -- usually alone. Sousuke didn’t quite know what Rin did, but he found himself keeping mostly to the interior of the island. He assumed Rin spent most of the time along the shore. In the evening, they’d meet up back at the hatch -- usually Sousuke would have caught some small furry thing (although once he’d gotten lucky with a wild boar -- but he hadn’t felt very lucky at the time -- the boar had almost killed him) while Rin usually had a fish or two.

The original builder of the fallout shelter had been a Westerner, it was clear. He’d packed enough food to survive the apocalypse, but there was nary a bottle of soy sauce anywhere. But they made do with what they had, cooked the the food and talked a little of the day’s activities and drink the wine.

It was nice, in a way. Sousuke thought they could maybe live their whole lives like that.

At least, he thought that until a coral reef snake bit Rin. Sousuke had gone with Rin to the beach that day, and he was lounging in the shade of a coconut tree when Rin came limping out of the water and collapsed next to him.

Sousuke cracked open his eye, ready with a quip when he saw Rin’s pale face and how he was shaking. “Rin,” he said sharply, “what happened?”

“I don’t remember how many rings it had,” Rin said, wiping the sweat from his face. “I don’t think the venom went in --” But Sousuke was frantic. He wiped off the sand on Rin’s tanned thigh and saw a lightly bleeding cut and saw red. Without thinking about it, he pressed his lips against Rin’s thigh and sucked.

Rin pushed his head away, scoffing a little. “Dumbass, that doesn’t work --”

They needed to be rescued, now. Sousuke wanted to set some of the taller coconut trees on fire, but Rin opposed that, saying that they’d be destroy one of their best sources of food for nothing. In the end, they set some of the other, smaller coconut trees on fire.

Sousuke watched the sky anxiously. No one came, the same as always for the last five hundred days they’d spent on the island. And beside him, Rin weakened, even though he would’ve rather died than admit it.

Sousuke would’ve set the whole island on fire, if it meant that he could save Rin.

The last night, they sat on the beach, the moon huge and bright hanging over them and the coconut trees burning still. Rin poked Sousuke on the ribs and Sousuke grunted, trying to pretend that he hadn’t been sleeping all the while.

“Hey,” Rin said with a small smile. “Hey, Sousuke. Remember that field trip we took in third grade? Where you got lost at the art museum and cried until I found you again?”

“I remember that a little differently,” Sousuke said. He hadn’t cried. Probably.

“Yeah, you were a total crybaby,” Rin said, leaning in like he was sharing a secret. “I’m glad I found you though. I’m glad that I kept finding you, again and again. Next time, we’ll have longer together.”

Sousuke swallowed something hard in his throat. “Rin, don’t tell me that …”

Rin kissed him and Sousuke sighed into it. He wanted nothing more than this, forever. If Rin was going to go, then there was nothing for it but for him to follow him into the dark once again.

*

“Hey, are you okay?” said a voice speaking accented English above him. Sousuke jerked awake and stared warily up at his would-be rescuer. He noticed right away that Rin was no longer with him, though the impression of his body was still on the sand next to Sousuke.

“I’ve been shipwrecked for two years,” Sousuke drily. “Of course I’m not okay. Where’s Rin?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese,” said the guy, ruffling his bleached, yellow hair. “If you’re talking about your friend, the ship’s doctor is checking him out right now.”

“Can I see him,” Sousuke said in English, as clearly as he could. English had never been his best subject, but what skills he’d had was badly degraded by now. The guy nodded vigorously and helped Sousuke stand.

“How did you find us?”

“There was something weird going on the the navigation last night and the captain noticed the lights --” The guy gestured vaguely to one of the larger coconut trees. Sousuke stared at it. He hadn’t lit it on fire. Had Rin, almost dying …?

“Come on, the ship’s waiting,” said the guy. “My name’s Darien, by the way. The ship’s the Shalimar out of San Diego.” Sousuke was only half listening. He just wanted to see Rin again and reassure himself that they had both made it out of this island alive.

Re: FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[hailing]

YO i'm such a fan of your art, you really nail the atmosphere and everything feels so poignant and beautiful :''')

Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, G

[hailing]

hedge!!! your words are too kind I might explode.... (/___\

furuya is my actual fave, he is so blessed to be a part of this special moment. your original fill had me dying. miyuki trying to avoid making eye contact with the glued-on googly eyes? not only is there a flour baby, eijun's partner is there too??? it's a weird little nursery???!


i couldn't not make something for such a cute fill, so thank YOU!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: unsafe sex, threesome, royalty au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 1111

***

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 432

***

Tatsuya knows that he has plenty of bad habits but he's pretty sure that this is one of his worst. At least, it is now, ever since he and Daiki started dating seriously. He's a textbook learner; he likes to know something inside and out before he does anything, and the same comes to people, too. He learns Daiki, from what makes him tick to how best to get under his skin, and he doesn't mean to use that information against him, never intends to actually irritate Daiki enough to push him away, but, well. He has all of Daiki's weak points catalogued at the back of his mind; he knows Daiki's insecurities when it comes to holding onto people that he cares about, and how much he fears that he'll unintentionally alienate himself by alienating everyone around him first. He doesn't aim for them on purpose, but he's angry, they're right there for him, and.

Well.

He wins the argument, if he can call the stricken look on Daiki's face before he rises to the bait a victory. He can't say it feels like one, when Daiki storms their apartment without even looking at him, and Tatsuya just stands there and thinks to himself that he can chalk this up as one more thing he's ruined out of anger.

Stupid of him, to think that he could have this. He's grown up enough to know that these things in life aren't chosen arbitrarily by some higher power; there's no one else out there deciding that he can't have happiness, it's just something that he's told himself so many times that he's started believing it without question these days. An old habit that he just can't break.

Just like his habit of riling Daiki up, or Daiki habit of rising to it. It's an endless cycle, until one of them breaks it, and Tatsuya wonders, for a moment, if Daiki's going to break it for good this time.

He wonders if he's happy to just stand back and let Daiki decide something like that on his own.

"Fucking idiot," he mutters, at himself, at Daiki, at both of them, because that's what they are, and at least they know this about each other. They know how they work. They know what they need to do. It's just a matter of swallowing their pride and actually doing it.

With a deep breath, Tatsuya grabs his keys and his phone, pocketing them both, and sets out in search for Daiki.

At least he knows Daiki well enough to know where he's likely to be.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Supernatural elements, vampire Himuro
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 542

***

When they first meet, Shuuzou is enthralled. He's quick to realise that Tatsuya isn't human, that Tatsuya isn't safe, but he's too lovestruck to care about any of that, and it's a wonderful feeling for Tatsuya to drink in, almost as sweet as the smell of Shuuzou's blood.

They meet in quiet streets, in the privacy of Tatsuya's quarters, and Shuuzou doesn't care that Tatsuya's body isn't warm to the touch when he slides his hands over bare skin. He doesn't care that Tatsuya always nuzzles into his neck, dangerously close to sinking his teeth in and draining all the blood he wants.

"Are you alone?" Shuuzou asks, as they lie in Tatsuya's bed, their limbs tangled. "Don't you get lonely?"

Tatsuya smiles, and kisses along Shuuzou's neck the way he always does when he's trying to buy himself some time to reply. "I have you, don't I?"

"What about your family?" Shuuzou asks. "Do you have… a master? Someone who, uh, turned you?"

"My sire?" Tatsuya asks, and it's only years of practice that keeps his mouth from twisting at that particular thought. "I haven't seen her for a while."

"Her—"

"Alexandra Garcia," Tatsuya speaks her name, as if it holds no power over him. He wishes that were true. "She turned me, and my brother. I would say that he's not a blood brother, but, ah…"

"You think you're so funny," Shuuzou mutters, and Tatsuya rolls on top of him, kissing him until he forgets about the question he's asked entirely.

He thinks that Shuuzou's dropped the subject entirely, until it comes up again a few weeks later.

"Your house is always so empty when I come here," Shuuzou says, and Tatsuya wishes that he wouldn't ave these conversations for when they're in bed with each other and there are far more interesting things to be done. "How long have you lived alone? How long will you live alone?"

"Technically speaking, I'm not living at all," Tatsuya points out.

"You won't distract me with terrible jokes this time," Shuuzou warns, even though his lips quirk into a smile. "I don't want you to be alone, Tatsuya."

"What do you suggest that I do, then?" Tatsuya asks, and he licks his lips slowly as the most obvious solution rises to his mind. "Are you asking me to turn you, so that I can have your company for all time?"

Shuuzou's face heats in the lovely way that only a human's can, and he looks resolutely away. After a moment, however, he replies with, "Maybe I am."

"This isn't the sort of decision to be made lightly," Tatsuya warns, but he's far too selfish to be more specific than that. He's heard Shuuzou speak of his family, of how much he cares for them. He could tell Shuuzou how unpleasant it is, to watch your own family die as you don't age, but he knows that will only sway Shuuzou's decision to a conclusion that he doesn't particularly want.

"I know that," Shuuzou tells him, young and naive, and Tatsuya loves him the way he loves precious trinkets, but thinks that perhaps, he'll learn to love Shuuzou more than that, if he stays around for long enough. "I still want it, Tatsuya."

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 498

***

Taiga wakes up with Tatsuya curled up in bed beside him, and takes a moment to just lie there, breathing in, then out.

"I know you're awake," Tatsuya murmurs, his breath warm against Taiga's shoulder. He blinks his eyes open, looking up at Taiga between the messy strands of hair falling in his face. "Do you need a moment to panic quietly?"

"I…" Taiga begins, and actually considers the question. "…No."

Tatsuya smiles at him then, sitting up in bed and leaning over Taiga, to press a kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, then."

It is, Taiga thinks to himself, wrapping his arms around Tatsuya and pulling him close. It feels good to wake up beside Tatsuya, after quietly wanting him for so long. It feels even better to know that this isn't going to be the only time.

"Mm, Taiga, you'd better let go if you have any intention of leaving the bed any time soon," Tatsuya laughs quietly, even as he straddles Taiga properly. "If you don't, though…"

Taiga bites his lip, pulling Tatsuya down to kiss him, morning breath and all.

True to Tatsuya's word, they don't end up leaving the bed until close to midday. Taiga makes them waffles for breakfast anyway, as Tatsuya sits on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, chin resting in his hand as he watches.

"What's wrong?" he asks, once Taiga is done chopping the strawberries.

Taiga hesitates before looking up at Tatsuya. "What do you mean?"

Tatsuya clicks his tongue. "I know you're worried. I can see the tension in your shoulders. Did you forget how well I know you?"

Taiga frowns, suddenly far too conscious of what his shoulders are doing. He tries to relax them, but that only makes them feel worse. Tatsuya laughs at him, reaching for him across the counter.

"Are you worried about us?" he asks, as he meets Taiga halfway across the counter in a kiss.

Taiga thinks of Tatsuya's previous partner, and the fact that all he knows is that they broke up a while ago. He doesn't know how long or short of a timeframe that is. He's trying not to let it stress him out, but he's evidently not doing very well at that.

He takes a deep breath, and reminds himself not to overcomplicate things. Tatsuya doesn't need that right now. Taiga doesn't want it. Instead, he looks Tatsuya in the eyes and says, "I just don't want this to be a rebound thing, because we were at a wedding and were single again, and…"

"Taiga," Tatsuya interrupts him, kissing him harder this time. "That's not what this is."

"It's not stupid?" Taiga asks. "The way you thought it was?"

"No," Tatsuya replies firmly. "I'm as sure of this as you were yesterday. Have you changed your mind since then?"

Taiga sighs quietly. "No. I want this too."

With a smile, Tatsuya strokes his fingers through Taiga's hair. "We'll make this work, Taiga. Just you wait."

FILL: Team Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, G

[gurosan]

Ship: Teshima Junta/Koga Kimitaka
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Possible eye strain, graphic
Original Work: link by besania
Word Count: None

I just found a lot of cool free stock image sites and a desire to make a graphic burned...I loved the original fic but never had a chance to comment on it ;_; hopefully I caught some of the magic that was in the writing

***

He’ll remember those words, how they looked so big and so simple against the starry sky over them

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[fickle]

WOW THAT IS AMAZING!

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[gionkenji]

THANK!

FILL: Team Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, G

[gurosan]

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Imagery implies hunting, deer, the quote is from The Old Astronomer, graphic
Original Work: link by yusukesjeans
Word Count: None

I loved your interpretation of the original prompt, I tried to use Artemis/Diana as an inspiration too! I would have tried to paint something if I were a stronger man ;_; I hope you enjoy!

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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Phichit & Otabek
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chromatic_coma
Word Count: none

I love your fill so much and Phichit would totally insta everything! Click the thumbnail to see it full size.

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content (implied)
Other Tags: Alcohol and drinking
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 669

***

"We had fun last time we went out together, didn't we?" Tatsuya asks, perched on Taiga's kitchen counter and swinging his feet. He's the very picture of innocence, which is the first sign that he's up to something, but Taiga knows by now that Tatsuya's plans mean that they're going to have fun, whatever they end up doing. "Just the two of us?"

Taiga can't deny the fact that he still thinks about it sometimes, about their bodies against each other in the press of the overcrowded dance floor. He spends more time than he should wondering what would happen, if he took Tatsuya up on the invitation of his teeth pressed against his lip, if he let his hands roam the way that he's seen others do with Tatsuya. He's seen Tatsuya go home with people like that before, and Taiga wants it with such a keen sort of longing that he can't even breathe around it enough to answer immediately.

"Taiga?" Tatsuya asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Taiga answers at last. "That sounds like fun."

Tatsuya hums in thought, just looking at Taiga for a moment, before he finally smiles. "Good. I'm looking forward to it already."

Something feels different about tonight. Taiga notices it from the moment Tatsuya shows up to his place later that night, clad in those skin-tight jeans and a shirt with a low v-neck that draws attention to the ring he's still wearing around his neck. Taiga's mind takes a moment to reengage and he blinks, stepping aside so that Tatsuya can come inside.

Tatsuya lounges on the couch, calling them a cab while Taiga finishes getting ready. He gives the driver directions to yet another club that Taiga doesn't recognise, and it's not until they're at the door, getting let in through the VIP line, that Taiga realises what they've missed.

"No predrinks?" Taiga asks, as they walk in.

Tatsuya smiles in reply, and it's the kind of smile that could mean anything. "We'll be fine."

It means that they drink less. Tatsuya orders a couple of rounds of shots for them anyway, and it's enough to get Taiga buzzing enough that it feels easy to let Tatsuya guide him onto the floor.

Once they get deep enough into the crowd, people pushing in on them from all sides, Tatsuya turns around, hooking his index fingers through Taiga's belt loops and pulling him closer.

"Tatsu," Taiga breathes, and Tatsuya just smiles at him, slipping his thumb under Taiga's shirt to stroke across the skin of his hip.

Wrapping his other arm around Taiga's shoulders, Tatsuya brings their bodies even closer, until their noses are almost touching.

"Come on, Taiga," Tatsuya murmurs, slipping his hand out from under Taiga's shirt. He takes one of Taiga's hands, guiding it to his hip.

He thinks he knows what Tatsuya's asking of him now. He tests it out first, sliding his hand a little lower down Tatsuya's body. Perhaps it's too slow for Tatsuya, who grabs Taiga's hand and slides it into his back pocket. Taiga swallows hard, pulling Tatsuya against him so their bodies are flush against each other. Their noses brush against each other and Taiga leans in to close the gap between their lips, gently pressing his to Tatsuya's. He means to pull back, but Tatsuya slides his fingers into Taiga's hair and keeps him right where he is for a while longer, before finally releasing him.

Taiga's entire body feels warm all of a sudden, and he suspects that it isn't because of the crowd around them. Tatsuya grins at him, and curls both index fingers in Taiga's belt looks this time.

"Do you wanna go home?"

It's a question that Tatsuya's asked him several times before, but never like this. Taiga nods, and he can't even breathe with how much he wants.

"Yeah," he finally manages to say. He squeezes Tatsuya's ass through his jeans, rewarded by the way Tatsuya presses their hips together. "Take me home, Tatsu."

FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, G

[hailing]

Ship: Fujiwara Takako/Isashiki Jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by kazuyas
Word Count: None

the original fill is so lovely, jun is so supportive i love them

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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kasamatsu & Imayoshu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by cherrysalmon
Word Count: none

Warnings for blood because hey, haunted house graphic!

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 455

***

Himuro's stuck in bed with a fever, and his first thought is that it's a shame that he can't take the train this morning and see Iwaizumi.

He groans softly to himself, rolling onto his side and burying his face into his pillow. It's incredibly rude of his mind to think of Iwaizumi when he's this sick and his walls are lowered. The last thing that he wants to do is lie in bed all day and think about Iwaizumi, for lack of anything better to think about.

Unfortunately for him, that's about all that he spends the day doing.

He stares at his ceiling for a while, trying to fall asleep so that the medicine can just do its thing and get him back to feeling healthy again so he can continue on with his life. He doesn't even need to close his eyes to imagine Iwaizumi's unruly hair, his grin, his broad shoulders, the fire that burns behind his eyes when he talks about volleyball, the way he carries himself like he's comfortable in his own skin.

Himuro can feel his face burn, and at least he has his fever to blame it on. At least thinking of Iwaizumi is a pleasant way to fall asleep.

He wakes up sometime in the afternoon, delirious, and grabs for his phone with the sudden need to check up on Iwaizumi. He types it out, and then realises that he doesn't have Iwaizumi's phone number. He didn't even think to ask for it when he invited Iwaizumi to the school festival, just told him where and when to meet. It feels like an oversight now and he locks his phone with disappointment, rolling over and going back to sleep.

By the time he wakes up again, the sun is starting to set and he feels much better than he did before. He sits up in bed, brushing his hair back out of his eyes, and unlocks his phone to find the message that he'd typed out before. He laughs as he rereads it, a mess of feverish thirst that makes him incredibly glad that he doesn't have Iwaizumi's number after all, so that no one else ever needs to know that Himuro, at the worst point of his fever, wrote an entire essay about Iwaizumi's hands and how rough his palms look and how nice they must feel, how HImuro wants to know how they feel against his own. The message is long enough to fill two screens and Himuro shakes his head at himself, selecting the entire thing and deleting it.

He's just going to pretend that never happened, and hold onto that poker face extra tightly next time he sees Iwaizumi on the train.