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

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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
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
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Comments

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 420

...I just really like writing grouchy Midousuji being SO WEAK to Onoda. And the piece of art from the original fill with its accompanying text was a perfect little one panel comic!

***

“Commence attack on Crimson Red Unit 02!” Onoda said with a giggle. He held the dandelion up to Midousuji’s face and pursed up his lips before giving as strong a puff of breath as he could. The seeds detached from the flower and floated over Midousuji’s face. A few settled into his hair, white as snowflakes and just as delicate, as Midousuji screwed up his face in disgust.

Midousuji reached up and batted them away, scowling at Onoda.

“Urgh,” he complained, “You gross otaku.”

Onoda’s expression of intense concentration melted for a moment into a shy smile, then he set his features into a determined pout once more.

“Crimson Red Unit 02 is still standing! This calls for more drastic measures!” He waved the stalk of the dandelion at Midousuji’s face like he was holding a sword and said dramatically, “Bring out the big guns! Time for a surprise attack!”

He surged up onto his tiptoes, curling his hands into Midousuji’s shirt, and kissed Midousuji full on the lips. The electric shock of the contact fried Midousuji’s senses so he drowned in his own heartbeat, aware only of the soft perfection of Onoda’s lips against his and the cool press of Onoda’s glasses against his cheeks.

Onoda pushed him lightly - so very lightly - and the sheer unexpectedness of the act sent Midousuji falling back onto his ass, lanky legs sprawling out over the grass as he caught himself on the palms of his hands. He stared up at Onoda in surprise, taking in the details of the other’s pink cheeks and bright, slightly worried eyes.

Oh? Did he think Midousuji would actually be angry with him for that?

“Counterattack,” Midousuji said briefly before he swept his leg in a wide arc. It hit the inside of Onoda’s ankle, causing Onoda to topple forwards. Instinctively, Midousuji put out his arms and caught Onoda, lowering him slowly so that Onoda was safely kneeling between Midousuji’s legs by the time Midousuji let go.

“Oh no. The Crimson Red Unit 02 counterattacked most sneakily but then saved its falling foe!” Onoda smiled at Midousuji, his cheeks pink once more with the blush that Midousuji found so adorable. “What happens now?”

“Now, you shut up,” Midousuji mock-grumbled as he leaned in and caught Onoda’s mouth in a soft, careful kiss. He cradled the back of Onoda’s head in one hand, fingers sliding into the short, dark locks of hair, and gave himself up to the warm night air and the dandelion seeds floating around them.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[chameleonskin]

I was not ready for the sudden fluff, this is adorable omg ////// Midousuji being helpless against Onoda and so sweet with him I !!!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji & Manami
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 435

Midousuji and Manami, meeting as kids. Writing this made me sad.

***


When the hospital called and asked him to send someone to gather his mother’s belongings, Midousuji decided to go. He’d been the one to pick up the phone so instead of leaving a message, he simply left the house and got on his bike.

This would be the last time he made this ride.

Every other time, he’d done it joyfully, knowing his mother was waiting for him. The thought of her smile and her delicate caress of his cheek was enough to keep him pushing forwards through the long miles and the gathering dark. The trees towered overhead, spindly branches reaching for him like clawed fingers, but his mother’s love protected him from everything.

She was dead now and the road had never seemed so long before.

He tried to occupy his mind with thoughts of his mother’s possessions, counting up what she actually had that he would need to bring home. She’d had a photo of the three of them in a gilt frame (father, mother, Midousuji) that she’d kept on her bedside table and a mug that Midousuji had made for her in class. It was wobbly and uneven but he’d glazed it white and painted I LOVE YOU on the side, so she’d said that it was her favorite and taken it with her to hospital.

No clothes. No jewelry. A mug and a photo, was that all she’d had when she died?

Midousuji’s hands clenched tightly around the handlebars. He could feel hot tears streaking down his face again and pulled over to the side rather than continue to wobble on in the growing darkness. Sitting on the grass, he buried his face in his arms and wept.

*

There was a boy with slightly swollen eyes coming up the pathway towards the hospital, Manami observed, Visiting hours weren’t for ages yet. Was he a patient? He looked like he was Manami’s age. Maybe they could be friends. Maybe he was dying of something mysterious and incurable too!

The orange light of early dawn set fire to the autumn leaves, blazing about the boy as he walked towards the hospital. It was so early in the morning, he must be a patient.

Cheerfully, Manami smiled and waved at him.

The boy stopped dead and stared up at him, eyes like black holes drinking him in. His eyes were the black of death, of ruin, endless and dark, with dark circles around his eyes that didn’t come from makeup but from sleepless nights and sorrow.

Oh, Manami quickly rethought his initial assumptions.

The boy wasn’t dying but he knew death.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[chameleonskin]

Maybe he was dying of something mysterious and incurable too! THAT'S SUCH A SAD THING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT NO D:
Those two poor things, you're way too good at writing them trying to cope with their griefs it hurts haha

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskins
Word Count: 491

Onoda and his pet velociraptor, Mido. Don’t ask me, I don’t know, the artwork was too adorable for me to not do something.

***

There are, Onoda quickly discovers, several advantages to having a pet velociraptor, especially one as small as Mido.

Advantage One:

Onoda never has to worry about eating everything on his plate even if he doesn’t like it! Anything he doesn’t want to eat, he can drop onto the floor and Mido will hoover it up greedily. Especially if it’s meat or fish, Mido can’t get enough of either of those. He also gobbles up eggs eagerly, shell and all.

Advantage Two:

Mido can go everywhere with him! He’s not much bigger than a turkey when fully grown. He weighs around 15kg and is half a meter tall which is small enough to fit into a backpack. Onoda can even take him to cons though having an already-full backpack cuts down on how much loot he can acquire and putting loot in there with Mido results in Mido testing it all for edibility by biting on it.

Advantage Three:

His mother’s not scared to let Onoda go on long bike rides alone. Mido might be small but he’s fierce. He’ll sit in Onoda’s front bike basket and growl fiercely at anyone who tries to bully or threaten Onoda. The wind flaps through the fringe of yellow feathers on the top of his head and Mido often closes his eyes and croons-chirps from the back of his throat as they ride, almost as if he’s singing.

Advantage Four:

He has someone to watch Love Hime with! Onoda likes to sit down with popcorn and Mido when it’s time for Love Hime to come on. He sings along with the theme song and tosses popcorn at Mido who snaps it out of the air and cocks his head from side to side at the action on the screen. He’s not sure how much Mido understands of the plot but his crest always perks up whenever Mage comes on screen.

(Onoda tries not to think about the fact that Mage probably looks like a snack to Mido.)

Advantage Five:

He now has a cute pet blog and YouTube channel of his very own! People love watching Mido get dressed up in the cosplay outfits that Onoda makes for him and the comments are filled with people unable to believe that Mido’s actually tame. While velociraptors are small (far smaller than Jurassic Park portrays them as), they’re savage enough that Onoda needed a special license to keep Mido when Mido hatched from the egg Onoda found in his backyard.

(The scientists said that Mido’s egg must’ve been stolen from a scientific facility but since Mido had bonded with Onoda, it’d do more harm than anything else to remove Mido from Onoda’s presence and Onoda was too young to be moved into a lab.)

Advantage Six:

He hasn’t been lonely since Mido came into his life; Mido’s the best friend Onoda’s always wanted.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[chameleonskin]

TINY GRUMPY VELOCIRAPTOR MIDO IN ONODA'S BIKE BASKET THIS IS PERFECT

I Love how you wrote all the details about his reptile comportment so much, and how Onoda is just happy to get a friend, completely oblivious to the fact it's AN ACTUAL RAPTOR

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Onoda/Manami & Makishima/Toudou
Fandom: Yowamush Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 460

Toudou interrupting Onoda and Manami’s date was so hilarious that I HAD to do something about it! Please check out the cute comic that inspired this.

***

“Maki-chan!” Toudou said excitedly the minute Makishima picked up, “Your little climber and mine are going on a date tonight!”

“I’m not going on a double-date,” Makishima said before Toudou could even suggest it.

“What-- Maki-chan, how cruel! You’re turning me down before I even get a chance to ask.” Toudou sighed gustily, so dramatic in his outrage that Makishima would swear that he could hear Toudou pouting. “And that wasn’t even what I was going to suggest!”

Warily, aware that he wouldn’t like the answer, Makishima asked, “Then why did you call?”

“To say that we should follow them and make sure the date goes well! We can’t double-date with them, they’d be all awkward and inhibited but we can follow at a discreet distance. We can even get disguises! My beautiful face is far too recognizable. We’ll braid your hair and hide it under a wig and a hat, and get some big sunglasses to cover my face and--” Toudou paused to breathe and heard the beeping sound of a disconnection. Oh. Makishima had hung up on him while he was talking.

How rude! Toudou was going to have to chaperone them all on his own. They were lucky to have one mentor who cared about their romantic life!

*

Toudou settled into the bushes more securely, listening intently to Onoda and Manami’s chatter. He’d sprayed himself with bug repellent, packed a backpack full of necessary items and updated his Twitter with several shots of the happy couple and his own disguise.

Fortunately for him, neither boy was especially addicted to social media but he had received disapproving comments from Makishima and Kinjou (Fukutomi, on the other hand, was all for it).

Their conversation gradually died away and they turned to each other, eyes soft and their heads slightly tilted. Toudou let them kiss for a little, timing the pauses for air. When the breaks grew too short, he decided it was time to intervene and popped out of the bush with packets of condoms in one hand and a sports energy drink in the other.

“Waaaaaah!” He said cheerfully by way of greeting. “Can I get you guys something? Some snacks? Condoms?”

“Toudou-san, please leave,” Manami requested calmly while Onoda’s face turned as red as a traffic light.


Toudou shifted forwards and put the condoms on Onoda’s thigh.

“I know you understand how important safety is!” He told the little climber. “And Maki-chan says hi by the way! He likes your top.”

“Makishima-senpai is back there too?!” Onoda asked in absolute horror. Before Toudou could correct him, Onoda had shot to his feet, grabbed Manami’s hand and broken into a run fast enough to do a track star credit.

Hm. Maybe Onoda was in the wrong sports club.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Tadoroko/Naruko & Kinjou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 450

I could not resist remixing this. Comical misunderstandings AND size difference? TOO GOOD TO RESIST. Please read the (NSFW) comic first since this fill is a continuation of it!

***

“Tadoroko, I know you’re rather…” Kinjou paused, trying to find a polite way to put ‘hung like a horse’ and finally settled on, “Big, but try not to hurt our IH members.”

Both Tadoroko and Naruko stared at him in surprise for a second before Naruko cackled and slapped Tadoroko on the arm. His big, beefy muscular arm which now that Kinjou was looking at it seemed to be about the size of Naruko’s head. Oh dear.

“Hah! You hear that, old man? Even the Captain thinks you should go easy on me,” Naruko said triumphantly.

“You’re the one who wanted it!” Tadoroko defended himself with an annoyed scowl and a light tap upside Naruko’s head. “Don’t start things you can’t finish.”

“I finished!” Naruko said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. “I kept up with you the whole time, no matter how hard it got. We finished at practically the same time.”

“...” This was really more than Kinjou wanted to hear about their sex life but there was no way to stop the two of them now. They were so engrossed in their bickering that they hadn’t even noticed Kinjou’s expression of stoic horror (a contradiction that only Kinjou could manage, much to Fukutomi’s disappointment).

“Hah!” Tadoroko grinned down at Naruko, looming over him like a bear who’d found a rabbit. “You got tired out halfway. It was too much for you to handle.”

“It wasn’t too much! My ass just started hurting, that was all,” Naruko said, flushing slightly. Maybe he’d been a little whiny but he’d been so sore! A little break shouldn’t have been out of the question.

“Well, you should have prepared better,” Tadoroko said.

At that, Kinjou had to break in, “Surely it’s also your responsibility, Tadoroko, to see that Naruko is adequately prepared?”


“You hear that?” Naruko crowed. “Your responsibility, old man. You have to take better care of me.”

Tadoroko gave Kinjou a betrayed look, eyebrows beetling together on his forehead ridge, but Kinjou refused to be moved. He’d seen Tadoroko’s equipment in the shower. It was thicker than Naruko’s arm!


He wasn’t going to interfere with the relationships of club members but he could at least make sure that Naruko was fit to ride in the InterHigh.

“Fine, fine,” Tadoroko said, ruffling Naruko’s hair with a giant hand. “Next time, I’ll make sure you’re properly prepared. And we can take a break if your ass hurts.”


“Thank you, old man!” Naruko grinned at that and linked arms with Tadoroko, dragging him out of the clubroom and leaving Kinjou still faintly concerned. Maybe he should see about buying some haemorrhoid cream for Naruko?

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[chameleonskin]

Omg thank you so much for remixing this, I snorted so hard at poor Kinjou only fueling their quarrel and making his misunderstanding even worse. The two are adorable trying to get the upper hand in the argument and I Love how Kinjour actually tries to patiently educate Tadokoro on the matter haha <3

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, E

[fickle]

Ship: Arakita/Fukutomi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 438

NSFW! Literal bike fucking. Because, idk, there’s something so fucked up about it that I had to fill it when I saw this bit of art.

***

Click here to read it on SASO AF!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda & Sohaku
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 407

I took some of the dialogue directly from the original because it was TOO ADORABLE to resist, but seriously, go check out the cute art and then read my fill.

***

In the clubhouse, the purple of the Kyoto Fushimi jacket stands out like an amethyst against gold. Every eye is drawn to where Onoda’s walked in through the door; at seeing everyone staring at him, a bright blush paints itself over his cheeks and he bows rapidly.

“I’m sorry I’m late, everyone! I raced over as fast as I could!” When he realizes everyone is still staring at him, he squeaks and keeps bowing. “It will never happen again!”

“Why,” Tadoroko asks, grabbing Onoda by the arm to stop him bowing, “Are you wearing a Kyoto Fushimi jacket?”

“Did you change school?!” Naruko demands, eyes wide with alarm. “You can’t do that! You’re our lucky charm!”

Naruko earns himself a confused look and then Onoda rapidly shakes his head as he looks down at the jacket with an even brighter blush.

Any brighter and he’ll be visible from space, or so Makishima cynically thinks. He’s figured it out already and surely Kinjou must’ve as well. Innocence is the state in which innocence is lost and Makishima has never seen anyone as innocent as Onoda. He huffs but says nothing. This is Onoda’s mess to get himself out of.

“Ah - I was a bit cold, sorry.” Onoda cups Manami’s water bottle with both hands (and maybe someone should look into why Onoda keeps acquiring items from other teams, he’s like a reverse kleptomaniac where people give him stuff before he can take it) and bows again.

“But why is it a Kyoto Fushiimi jacket instead of your own?” Tadoroko asks.

Imaizumi narrows his eyes at the jacket. That small rip on the left side, stitched up with a surgeon’s precise little knots, is unmistakable. That’s Midousuji’s jacket that Onoda is wearing and the thought of Midousuji anywhere near the little ball of sunshine that masquerades as a human being--

Behind Onoda, Imaizumi suddenly crushes the plastic water bottle he was holding. The mental image of Midousuji’s slimy tongue flicking against Onoda’s skin makes him want to run Midousuji down. Repeatedly.

One of the other club members will provide him with an alibi, right?

“Onoda-kun?!” Naruko asks, backing his mentor up when Onoda doesn’t immediately answer. “Why is it a Kyoto Fushimi jersey?!”

“Ahhh,” Onoda’s blush intensifies as he shyly tugs the jacket closed over his chest. “Because I didn’t bring my jersey when I stayed over at Aki-- Midousuji-kun’s last night?”

The clubhouse erupts into chaos.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 422

Onoda and Midousuji in couples cosplay at a con! Look at the lovely art first that inspired this, please!

***

At this rate, they are never going to make it to the panels that Onoda wanted to attend. They’ve been stopped 17 times for photos, 10 times by people who just wanted to compliment them on their costumes and Onoda keeps getting distracted by all the merchandise in the Dealer’s Room!

...To be entirely fair, there are some pretty spectacular tables. Midousuji’s done his fair share of shopping as well and he can already predict how excited Onoda will be later when they sort out their loot and purchases. Buying Onoda presents when Onoda’s right there and Midousuji’s budget is limited has been tough but the Artist’s Alley came to Midousuji’s rescue there. While Onoda squeed over prints and chatted excitedly to the creators of webcomics he liked, Midousuji purchased badges and stickers sneakily. They are comparatively cheap but still cute and besides, Midousuji likes the idea of Onoda adorned with things that Midousuji got him.

“Akira, look!” Onoda said excitedly, tugging at Midousuji’s arm. “That table’s got doujinshi!”

His eyes shone as he hauled Midousuji in his wake, a tiny tsunami of unstoppable excitement that swept Midousuji along with him. The doujinshi were sorted into boxes by het, yuri and yaoi but the stall keeper looked at them dubiously as they approached.

“I need to see some ID,” he told Onoda, “Eighteen and above only.”

Midousuji pulled out his ID card and Onoda did the same after a surprised squeak that Midousuji wasn’t being carded but he was. The stall keeper checked both birthdates, then smiled at them. “Happy shopping.”

“Thank you!” Onoda said as he leaned over the box of het doujinshi and started to flip through them. The pleated skirt of his costume rode up just a little, flashing more of his pale muscled thighs than Midousuji was comfortable with other people seeing, so Midousuji positioned himself behind Onoda.

Sensing Midousuji’s closeness, Onoda paused to give him a puzzled smile. “Do you want to look too, Akira?”

“No,” Midousuji said, wrapping his arms protectively around Onoda’s shoulders. “I can look over your shoulder. What are you after?”

“Love Hime, of course! I want to see if I can find any doujinshi of her with a humanized Mage!” In other words, the characters that the two of them were cosplaying.

Midousuji felt his cheeks start to flush pink at the thought. Argh. Onoda made him feel so gross.

As revenge, he hugged Onoda tighter and kissed the top of his head.

Stupid cute little princess boyfriend.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 453

Please look at the gorgeous piece of art that inspired this first! Warnings for char death before the fill even starts.

***

There is a legend about the Kyoto graveyard that locals whisper to each other and never ever tell tourists.

Mothers warn their children and salarymen joke about it to each other after a few post-work drinks. Teenage girls giggle and say that of course they don’t believe it but… And teenage boys dare each other to stay in the graveyard after night falls.

Nobody ever does. The few that try are scared away by the gravekeeper, a tall, thin man whose black eyes burn holes in his face and whose voice is a snake’s hiss.

“Stay away,” he tells them when he finds them, “This place is not for you.”

He smiles, wide and white, and his teeth are tombstones. “Not yet.”

*

The gravekeeper’s name is Midousuji. He carries a skull with him at all times, tucked under an arm. Various people have wanted to get up petitions to have him replaced by someone more suitable but somehow, nothing ever comes of it. Their will drains away when they set pen to paper or their fingers to the keyboard and a lassitude like that unto death falls upon them.

The city pays him a sinecure to look after the graves. Many people who move away or can’t afford to visit regularly pay him privately to pay especial attention to their family graves.

It’s a comfortable enough living but his house is in the graveyard and he lives with the dead.

*

Every night, once the visitors are gone, Midousuji goes to his special grave first. Onoda Sakamachi is waiting there for him with a happy smile, still dressed in the school uniform he died in when he fell off his bike. The ashes are split in two, half buried in Onoda’s family grave and half buried in Midousuji’s family grave; Onoda’s mother gave permission for it when Midousuji had said, so earnestly, that if Onoda had lived they would have been married when they were older and he would have been buried with Midousuji’s family as well as his own then.

Midousuji’s never dared to ask Onoda’s mother if she sees him too at his other grave. He wouldn’t want to shake her with the knowledge that Onoda is still here.

“Hi, Akira!” Onoda chirps and bounces up on his tip toes. A little hop has him coming high enough to touch his lips against Midousuji’s cheek for all that the kiss is nothing but a quick breeze of cold air. “How was your day?”

“Gross.” Midousuji smiles down at his little dead boyfriend and tucks Onoda’s skull more securely under his arm. “Just like you.”

Onoda laughs; his smile is just as bright as it was when he lived.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
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Original Work: here by chameleonskin
Word Count: 433

The original fill is art and GORGEOUS, please go look at it! Snow White AU.

***

The glass of the coffin is unbreakable. Midousuji takes some comfort from that. At least he doesn’t have to worry that the coffin will be shattered by some wandering bear or hungry wolf if he leaves it alone for even a second because he needs to piss or get something to eat.

It should be autumn but the seasons in the clearing are all mixed together. In one corner, ruby red strawberries the size of his thumbnail grow in a cluster at the foot of a tree. Another tree has white mushrooms sprouting in fairy rings threaded around its roots while hazelnuts and apples grow next to each other from the same branch. Apples and pears bud in pairs like cherries, hanging next to each other with glistening skins, and stalks of mint wave next to the tall sprigs of basil.

There is food aplenty here. Midousuji will not starve.

Water is a different matter. He fills both his bottle and Onoda’s whenever it rains but it’s the juice of the fruits that tide him over between rainfall.

He can’t go back to civilization to get more water bottles; he has no guarantee the clearing will still grant him access if he ever leaves.

He scrubs himself with dock leaves and mint, leaves himself smelling oddly green and fresh, and rinses himself off whenever it rains. The rain is always warm here and gentle even while Midousuji sees the lightning crackle outside the charmed circle of the clearing.

Sometimes, he lifts the lid and tries again. The sunflowers beam up at him, as vibrant and joyous as Onoda was, always as fresh as if they’d just been plucked. Onoda can’t beam at him anymore so Midousuji holds his breath and kisses him with closed eyes and careful hope.

Onoda never wakes but Midousuji understands.

He’s not a prince. He’s a monster that Onoda tamed, a Beast halfway to transformation but not changed enough to save Onoda when it counts.

If he were really a prince, he’d saddle a horse and ride all over the world to find someone who could wake Onoda. The purity of his love would make him stand back while Onoda’s savior kissed Onoda and woke him.

But he is not a prince and his love is a possessive, twisted thing, just like he is.

He waits by the coffin because it is all he can do and every now and then, in defiance of reason, he lifts the lid and kisses Onoda.

Onoda taught him to hope; Midousuji will not forget it now that Onoda is gone.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
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Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 440

Akashi tries too hard to be a good boyfriend. Kuroko is not unappreciative, just underwhelmed.

***

“I dislike Tanaka-san greatly,” Kuroko said gravely as he chopped up carrots with unusual force. THWACK. The knife hit the carrot hard enough that a piece went flying into the air. Akashi caught it with perfect ease, examined it (washed, peeled, washed again) and popped it into his mouth.

“Your editor?” He prompted, careful not to sound as if he’d memorized the dossier on Kuroko’s coworkers and ensured anyone who was single was either fired or introduced to a wonderful new romantic partner.

“Yes.” Kuroko put the knife down with a sigh. “He keeps calling my column either bland or melodramatic. No matter what I write, he condemns it with one of those two adjectives until I’ve rewritten it at least three times.”

Akashi’s eyes narrowed. “Is that why you’ve been staying so late at the office lately? He’s been forcing you to work overtime?”

“...He’s my editor. If it doesn’t please him, it won’t get published,” Kuroko said with another sigh. “And if I want to make deadlines, that means staying late.”

“Maybe you should seek other employment,” Akashi said hopefully, tamping down on his eagerness for Kuroko to leave that job. “I’m sure that I could help you--”

“No,” Kuroko interrupted in a rare show of rudeness. He leaned over and touched his lips to Akashi’s in penitence after a second. “I apologize for my rudeness, Akashi-kun. But I like my job. And I like knowing that I got it on my own merits.”

Akashi nodded. He would never mention the unasked-for recommendation he’d given the chief of the newspaper. Independence was so important, after all.

*

In retrospect, Akashi thought that where he’d gone had been with the band. The band might have been a little much. Or perhaps it had been the balloons.


But really, he’d been so proud of Kuroko getting a promotion and he’d just wanted to share that pride. Having a band march in and play a triumphant march, heavy on the trumpets, wasn’t really that extreme. And while the glittery helium balloons might’ve seemed a little much, they were more restrained than the white doves that Akashi had been originally considering.

Besides, everyone had enjoyed the cake! The baker who’d made it look exactly like a giant replica of Kuroko’s face was a genius as far as Akashi was concerned.

“Are you still upset?” Akashi ventured when Kuroko got into bed without so much as a kiss goodnight before he turned off the lights.

Dead silence greeted him and Akashi sighed inwardly.

Well. Clearly it was time to break out the big guns and make a really good apology.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Sakurai Ryou & his mother
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
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Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 483

Sakurai’s mother does not approve of monsters preying on her little boy.

***

“Ah, you’re going to be so handsome when you grow up,” she cooes, catching Ryou’s chin in her fingers and turning his head from side to side. Solemn brown eyes, large and innocent, stare up at her trustingly as she presses a kiss to his forehead. “My little dragon.”

Ryou smiles at her when she lets go; with her thumb, she wipes off the imprint of her lipstick on his little forehead.

“Women will be chasing after you,” she warns him. “Women with lipstick to leave their mark on you, women with smiles that hide their wolf teeth, women with tongues edged with honey and women with kitsune-fickle hearts.”

His eyes grow round and wide with terror at the mental image she’s painting and she pats his chubby little cheek again.

“Be careful, my darling dragon. Stay away from them. Women like that will eat your heart for breakfast.”

She snaps her freshly-whitened teeth at him and after a second, Ryou giggles cautiously. His fat little fingers play with the hem of her dress as she turns back to the mirror and returns to applying her makeup.

*

Her sweet little boy is growing up and she’s not sure whom to blame. She warned her boy about dangerous women but search the crowd as she might, she sees nobody whose gaze lingers too long on her boy or who takes his arm possessively. There’s that pink-haired girl who’s the manager, of course, all loose tops that try to disguise her bountiful breasts, but she’s no threat.

At least, not when it comes to Ryou. No, it must be someone else.

She watches her boy make his way through the crowd towards her, carrying the drinks he promised to fetch. He apologizes every time someone bumps into him, scrunching small as if ashamed of the space he takes up in the world, and she can feel her irritation growing.

Dragons don’t apologize. Dragons destroy.

She named him after a monster in hopes of having a son with more backbone than his father but alas, the man seems to have contaminated Ryou with his diffidence. Useless.

“Sorry, mother,” he says as soon as he reaches her. “They were out of the lemon juice so I got us chilled green tea instead. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, darling. It’s hardly your fault they ran out, ” she says and touches her lips to his forehead. The smudge-proof lipstick doesn’t leave a mark but where her lips pressed, the skin is dry and matte for a second instead of sticky-shining with sweat.

Her sharp eyes catch a hint of purple on his throat that wasn’t there when he left. Acting on motherly intuition, she hooks her fingers under the hem of his shirt-collar and pulls it aside, revealing a fresh new lovebite just barely beginning to bruise.

“Ryou!” She snaps and Ryou spills the drinks over the both of them.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kagetora Riko/Aida Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Bauke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 462



***

Courts usually appoint custody to mothers, regardless of the sex of the child, so Kagetora getting custody of Riko was something of a coup.

His friends tease him about being a single dad but he tells them all that Riko is a precious angel and no trouble at all.

He loves her like he has loved nothing else in his life. Her smile makes the sun come out and her tears drench the world in an endless flood.

He had thought he’d loved his wife but she had always been a thing apart from him. Riko is his beating heart, crawling-walking-running, and he chases after her, always ready to catch her when she stumbles, always ready to keep her from hitting the ground.

Riko is his daughter and he is so proud of her.

*

RIKO AIDA she spells out in shaky letters and beams up at him. Her mother reverted to her maiden name after the divorce and now, seeing this proof that Riko chose him, Kagetora swoops her up in his arms and spins her in circles until they’re both dizzy and laughing.

*

He spoils her. He knows that. He loves her too much to ever do anything else.

*

He buys her a white frothy dress as a fairy costume one year, all tulle and white satin, and puts real roses into her hair.

“Daddy,” she begs, holding his hand, “I want to play wedding!”

Wedding becomes her favorite game. He kisses her chastely on the lips and buys her a special little ring of real gold to ‘marry’ her with.

She vows herself to him, again and again, all earnestness and adoration.

Each time, some part of Kagetora wishes it were real. He never wants to give his little girl away for good.

“I’m going to marry Daddy for real when I grow up,” she promises, her small hands in his, and his smile hurts his heart but he wears it anyway because he loves her and for a parent, love is sacrifice.

*

He isn’t surprised when she starts growing up. He asks the women he knows for advice on what sort of Talk to give her and in the end, he prepares a list of websites for her to visit that are geared towards teenagers and matter-of-fact about their information. He buys tampons and pads at the combini, a wide variety of them, and gives them to her.

“Some day,” he says as reassuringly as he can, “You’re going to need these and I don’t want you to be ashamed.”

She blushes a bright pink but says, “Thank you, Daddy,” and stuffs them into her underwear drawer.

*

She’s growing up and growing away from him.

Kagetora just wants her to stay his little girl forever.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 406

Kise cries and Akashi watches. You cannot give me a hook like that and expect me not to get caught!

***

Akashi remembered this from his own childhood but fainter, dimmer, as if he were watching his own memories through a thin white cloth. He’d never been allowed to visit his mother more than once a week, partly out of fear of germs and partly because his father had not wanted Akashi distracted from his studies.

Kise, on the other hand, had dropped everything. No more modeling jobs, no runways or photoshoots. He’d moved into a little apartment near the hospital, paying truly exorbitant rent, and stayed with his mother full time in the hospitals.

Some nights, he fell asleep in her private room (and that was costly too), his head pillowed on his arms and his arms resting on the side of her bed.

When she died, he was there by her side, his fingers laced with hers and a smile pasted on his face that she was too far gone to recognize as false.

Akashi could see it for the desperate lie it was even in grainy CCTV footage.

Kise didn’t let himself cry until his mother was gone and then he buried his face in his arms and wept with childish abandon. The bed quaked from the force of his sobs, his shoulders shaking as he cried and it occurred to Akashi to wonder if he’d cried when he’d heard of his mother’s death.

Somehow, he didn’t think so. His father would have been the one to deliver the news to him and Akashi had always known better than to cry in front of his father (or at all, if it was avoidable and it was always avoidable).

There was something obscene about Kise’s tears, something open and raw and vulnerable to an extent that it was disgusting. It made Akashi picture Kise as cut open, skin and flaps of flesh pinned back to show the bare and shining-slick bones underneath.

...Of course, Kise did think he was alone. He was never this genuine when there was even a chance of being watched.

Kise flung his head up and the camera caught the anguish on his features, the thick streams of tears and quivering lips. Even in his grief, Kise was heartstoppingly lovely and Akashi felt his pulse quicken as he leaned closer to the screen.

If he made Kise love him - would Kise cry like that for him when he died?

Nobody else would. Of that, Akashi was sure.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Sousuke/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 433

ZOMBIE AUS ARE SO FUN TO WRITE.

***

There were walkers on the island. Of course there were walkers on the island.

There were walkers on the island because anything else would have been proof that they were hallucinating the island because life did not like them enough to let them be happy.

Sousuke and Haru stared at the staggering walker that was lurching about on the beach and then out at the ocean again.

“We could get supplies and then go back to the boat?” Haru suggested. They had Sousuke’s rifle. If they came under attack while on the island, they might be able to fend the walkers off long enough to get to the water and swim for the boat.

The walkers were excellent swimmers. Haru and Sousuke, even with Sousuke’s shoulder, were better.

“If we shoot and draw a mob, they can cluster around the island and cut off our retreat,” Sousuke pointed out. Going into the water wouldn’t help if the water was full of walkers. “We have to choose. Risk being stuck on the island or stay here and starve to death.”

Haru bit back the suggestion that they could try fishing again. The last five times had proven that if anything lived in the ocean, the walkers had eaten it by now; their makeshift fishing rods only ever attracted walkers and those were definitely not edible.

“It’s not much of a choice when you put it like that,” Haru said. He tilted his head back, staring at the sun, and then looked at the beach again. “We should wrap up what he can in the raincoats. We can use those to collect rainwater, same as we did here, if it turns out the only water sources there are contaminated.”

Following streams back to their source before drinking from there was a pain but at least it guaranteed they wouldn’t drink water that a walker had bled into.

“We should take the radio too,” Sousuke said and didn’t flinch when Haru gave him a look. “Just in case.”

“If you want to be weighed down by it when the walkers come, be my guest. It’s not as if you’ll have batteries for it anyway after a few days,” Haru said. They’d been rationing the batteries for only the occasional check of the radio waves but even so, batteries were finite. Once the batteries were dead, the radio would be nothing but a clumsy short-range weapon.

“True,” Sousuke conceded. Despite that, he smiled at Haru. They might be arguing but they were planning for the future. They were going to have a future.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Sousuke/Rin/Haru
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Free
Major Tags: tags omitted
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Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 438

Gods play games with the lives of mortals; unfortunately, there are no save points.

***

“They’re not even royalty,” Hanamiya said in disgust, watching the mortals that Imayoshi had selected.

“That one has some Naiad blood in him,” Imayoshi said, watching Haru cut through the water with swift, sure strokes. “Not enough to be acknowledged but enough for him to be more comfortable in the water than on land.”

“And that’s the best you can offer? Some mortal that’s one eight wavesplasher, one mortal with Gorgon blood and one plain pure mortal?” Hanamiya tossed his head disdainfully, sending thunder cracking loudly across the clear sky. “It’s obvious who’ll win.”

“Is it?” Imayoshi asked, his eyes curving into as mile instead of his mouth. “If it’s so obvious to you, then you may choose first which piece you wish to favor.”

“The true mortal,” Hanamiya said promptly. “A challenge’s more interesting.”

“So you’re that sure that the two with divine blood, no matter how diluted, will come together if we do not interfere?” Imayoshi asked, a note of skepticism touching his voice.

“If you think it won’t happen, then why don’t we change the game? Both of us vow not to interfere and we only watch to see how it plays out,” Hanamiya offered. “If he goes for the part-Naiad, I win. If he stays with the pure mortal, you win.”


“You underestimate the strength of human loyalty - and the fear of rejection,” Imayoshi said, folding his hands over each other. “I will accept this new game.”

Hanamiya copied Imayoshi’s pose and inclined his head forwards, “Then may it begin.”

*

When Sousuke’s shoulder gave out, Imayoshi raised an eyebrow at Hanamiya. “I thought we vowed non-interference.”

“Really, you’re blaming me for that?” Hanamiya raised a hand to his chest in mock-shock, eyes wide and guileless. “He isn’t even in the same country as Rin. What would be the point of damaging your piece now?”

“You play the long game. If the two of them can no longer share the water…” Imayoshi let his voice trail off, pushing the timestream to take them a few years ahead to where, yes, Rin was obsessing over Haru.

“Accidents happen,” Hanamiya said as he leaned forwards to watch Rin’s eyes light up when Haru entered his field of view. “But even at his best, he could have never kept up. This just quickens the pace of the game a little.”

“Impatient,” Imayoshi chided mildly.

*

“...”

“...”

“So which of us won?” Hanamiya asked, staring down at the tangle of three mortals.

“Call it a draw and begin again,” Imayoshi said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. That had been a boring game after all.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kuroko, Kuroko & Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 452

Mass hysteria, super creepy, magic AU, character death. I just really liked the original fill a lot, okay?!


***

Akashi first discovers his powers during a game of murder when he’s given the role of murderer. Everyone has to walk around and then Akashi’s supposed to blink at the person whom he wants to murder and they’ll fall down.

His victims fall down on cue but afterwards, Akashi has a headache and the four victims he managed to ‘kill’ before he was caught are all complaining of feeling weak.

Nobody associates it with him. They just think they landed poorly or it’s the heat.

Akashi, on the other hand, understands the difference between a series of coincidences and a pattern.

*

Haizaki faints in front of a fruit truck. It’s a short fall, too short to hurt him, but the fruit truck driver doesn’t have time to stop.

Pulped red flesh like squashed cherries decorates the street and Akashi decides the headache he gets is well worth the power he pays for in pain.

*

He promises himself to only use it for important things.

Having Kuroko all to himself is important.

*

Akashi saves Aomine for last. Aomine’s loyalty is skysteel, starheart-forged. It won’t break over something as small as a faint or people’s growing mass hysteria.

Instead, Akashi lets the fever build in the school, the infection growing until nobody’s thinking straight and they’re a second away from breaking out the pitchforks and flaming torches.

Then he sends Aomine into unconsciousness, staring up at Aomine as Aomine ascends the ladder to the roof.

He sends Aomine to his death and waits for the uproar to crest to its peak.

*

Nobody even tells Kuroko about Aomine’s death. They just start to gather around him, white blood cells coming to mob the intruder.

Akashi whisks him off to so-called safety and tells Kuroko only when Kuroko’s safely tied to the bed.

When Kuroko starts crying, Akashi leans down and licks one of his tears. It tastes like salt and somehow, that’s faintly disappointing. Akashi had been expecting ozone or chlorine, something sharper and less human.

Perhaps he’s fallen for his own hype. Just a little.

*

“Sleep,” Akashi commands when Kuroko won’t stop crying and smooths a hand over Kuroko’s forehead. He blinks and Kuroko goes limp, passing out as commanded, so Akashi checks the knots and then leaves. He has class to attend, after all.

*

How fitting that Kuroko is the only one who can defy him.

Akashi makes the bed neatly and burns the rope. If Kuroko wants to run, then it’s time to invoke the other power of Emperor’s Eye.

To be all-seeing is to be absolute; there is no hole so small that Akashi cannot see its contents.
*

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, E

[fickle]

Ship: Kagami & Seirin, Kagami/Steve, Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 433

Three things that didn’t happen in your verse but COULD have. Warnings for underage, prostitution, dubcon/noncon, age gap, abuse of authority.

***

Click here to read it on SASO AF!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi & GoM, Kise/Kasamatsu, Aomine/Kuroko
Fandom:
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Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 431

Age of Sail! I just really love the idea of Akashi painting those portraits so here, have some backstory. And magic. Idk how magic crept in but I don’t argue with the muse.

***

The canvas was stretched over a frame no bigger than a thumb, so minute that it seemed impossible at first that Akashi would manage to render them accurately. He had them sit in the garden, dressed in their best, and when the apple blossoms fell into their hair from the trees above, Akashi incorporated that too into the paintings.

He asked for their hair, only a lock each, and had those hairs bound into minute brushes. A magnifying glass was attached to the canvas frames so he could see the fine detail of the eyelashes and the lines of lips.

He bent his head over the frames and worked diligently.

In the end, each of them had a portrait of themselves to take to sea except Akashi himself. His own canvas stayed blank but he carried it with him at all times.

*

“Show me Kise,” he commanded to the small canvas that he cradled in the palm of his hand. The cloth expanded, growing until its edges fell over his fingers, and the moving picture was of cross-stitch and French knots, a tapestry that kept changing.

Kise was there, leaning on the prow of the ship as the others disembarked. If Akashi listened carefully, he could hear Kise’s voice though it was soft and far away.

“You aren’t taking leave with them, sir?” Kise asked his captain. The shorter man gave a shake of his head.

“They’ll be drinking and visiting women of ill-repute,” the captain predicted. “Not a fitting activity for an officer to share with the common crew.”

“Ah,” Kise said and the chain stitch of his eyes darkened as his gaze dipped downwards. “So where will you spend your leave?”

“On my ship.” The caress of the man’s hand against the railing would’ve been better suited to a woman’s cheek. “I would never leave her.”

“Then I will stay too,” Kise said and Akashi heard the unspoken truth: I would never leave you, if only you wanted me to stay.

Akashi folded the cloth shut, having seen what he wanted to, and it shrunk after a second back to its locket-size.

*

“Show me Kuroko,” Akashi told his blank canvas but when it unfolded, it was Aomine whom he saw. Aomine’s legs were bare as he swarmed up the webbing of ropes towards the crow’s nest and his grin was a pure, wild thing of glee.

No matter how Akashi looked, Kuroko was nowhere to be seen.

Ah. Aomine and Kuroko must have exchanged their lockets.

Akashi’s lips curved into a cold smile. How romantic.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Kise, Kagami/Kuroko, GOM
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 432

The androids escape. The androids fall in love. Continuation of the original fill!

***

They see themselves on the TV often (too often). Wrath with his monstrous build and red LED lights everywhere against a sleek black chassis. Vanity with his eyes of gold and synth-skin so perfect that he could pass for human. Lust with his face uncovered, blue eyes bright and hungry. And lastly, always last, Envy with his imperfect mimicry of humanity that dropped him straight into the Uncanny Valley.

“They’re really not that clever if they think we still look like that,” Vanity observes as they sit in little clumps near the portable chargers. It isn’t as fast as a proper charging port but the household androids that help them can’t bring them into the house. Bringing the portable chargers into the garage or wherever the rogue androids are huddled is much safer.

“The humans would panic more if they said we’re smart enough to change our appearances,” Envy says, calm as always as he keeps his eyes trained on the projected TV screen. “Androids aren’t supposed to have true AI.”

“Like the military’s ever cared about what they’re supposed to have,” Lust says and if there’s bitterness in his tone, the others pretend not to hear it. Out of all of them, Lust was always the most in demand even though Wrath was stronger.

Vanity’s hand slides into Lust’s and Lust squeezes so tightly that they can all hear the creaking of the joints and Vanity’s hydraulics working overtime to compensate.

“Soon,” Envy says in the dreamy tones of a prophet. “Soon we’ll make them care.”

*

They can’t use their old names in public. Kagami, Kuroko, Kise, Aomine - those four boys died long ago, taken apart on stainless steel tables and screaming while they still had air in their lungs.

They call each other nicknames instead - Tiger, Phantom, Golden and Mai. The times have changed enough that Mai is a gender-neutral name (all names are) and even their nicknames don’t sound so out of place.

“Tiger,” Phantom says as he stares up at the sky, “Tiger, there are clouds. Watch them move.”

There’s no wind around them but above them, so high that even their sensors can’t feel it, a wind blows the clouds into various shapes, teasing and pushing and pulling so that the strands of white reshape themselves constantly.

They are the clouds, Tiger realizes with his hand in Phantom’s, and Phantom is the wind pushing them onwards, reshaping them from weapons to renegades to revolutionaries.

*

Pride fights for the humans until Phantom tears out his loyalty chip.

After that, it’s a massacre.

After that, they’re free.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Momoi/Riko, Aomine & Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: tiny crossover with Free, blink and you’ll miss it
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 408

...I DON’T WANT AOMINE TO DESTROY MOMOI. LET HER BE OLD AND HAPPY WITH RIKO OKAY.

***

Momoi rocks peacefully in her chair, watching the world pass by their front porch. Retirement has been kind to Momoi; the grey in her hair has silvered under the sunshine, mingling with the faded peach pink as if it’s one of those ombre hair washes that are so popular these days. She wears glasses now, perched on the end of her nose, and her hands are spotted with age but Riko still thinks she’s beautiful.

Retiring together to a beachfront property was a good choice. As long as they’d remained in Japan, the new successors would’ve kept looking to them for guidance and their every decision would’ve been compared to what Momoi or Riko would’ve done. This far away, they are sooner forgotten and their shared world becomes sweet and peaceful.

“I made us some more green tea,” Riko says as she carries the tray out carefully. She sets it down on the small, round table between their chairs and Momoi smiles at her in thanks. There are wrinkles in the corners of her mouth, her skin sagging with age, and crows’ feet radiating out from her eyes but she is soft everywhere. Taut skin and high, large breasts have given up the fight against age but her skin is still soft, powdered with rose-scented talcum and pliable under Riko’s hands during the nights.

“Let me pour, Aida,” Momoi says as she leans over. She wraps one hand around the handle of the jug and the other over its belly, carefully supporting it in her shaking hands as she fills both glasses halfway. The green tea is a gift from home, sent from Aomine who too has retired but has never forgotten to whom he owes everything, and the two old women savor every sip.

“The boy with the black hair and sunglasses,” Momoi says as she nods in the direction of a broad-shouldered boy sitting on the beach. “I think he’s in love with that other boy, the one with the pink-red hair and sharp teeth.”

“You’re an incurable romantic, Satsuki,” Riko teases as she reaches over to give Momoi’s hand a fond squeeze. “And at your age too!”

“There’s no age at which I wouldn’t love you, Aida,” Momoi says so sweetly that it makes Riko’s cheeks pink slightly.

All those years and Momoi still makes her blush. She squeezes Momoi’s hand again and says, “I hope they’ll be as happy as we are.”

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Kagami/Hanamiya, Kagami/Imayoshi, Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: 486 words

Hanamiya is the worst. The absolute worst. Being a prostitute is bad enough. Having clients like Hanamiya and Imayoshi drag you into their own private hell is even worse.

***

There were marks on Hanamiya that Imayoshi didn’t make, vivid purple-red bruise-blooms of accusation that mock him with their brightness. Hanamiya didn’t even have the decency to wait for them to fade.

Imayoshi set his fingers against one and pressed down, watching Hanamiya arch and his mouth fall slightly open.

“Slut,” he said, but it’s a dispassionate judgment that they are both familiar with and not an insult in truth. “Found a new playtoy on your team?”

“Senpai, I would never do that,” Hanamiya cooed in patently false horror. “You taught me what a terrible idea that was.”

Hanamiya’s teeth flash in a wide, white smile, a corpse-rictus of amusement, and he caresses Imayoshi’s cheek so lovingly. “I learn from other people’s mistakes as well as my own.”

“Are you admitting you actually make mistakes, Makoto-chan?” Imayoshi purred back, just as falsely tender.

“I’m in bed with you, aren’t I, senpai?” Hanamiya shot back and Imayoshi grabbed his cheek, pinching it just like a grandmother might.

“What a mouthy brat you are,” he said, terribly indulgent. His gaze slid down to the bruise on Hanamiya’s throat once more and he curved his fingers, digging his nails into the tender flesh of Hanamiya’s cheek. “So where did that come from?”

“Seirin’s fake miracle of a power forward,” Hanamiya answered, the words coming out sloppy-muffled. Imayoshi let go, arching an eyebrow in a silent command to continue and Hanamiya grinned up at him. “He’s all muscle and masochism. Cries like a baby when you fuck him, all sobs and snot and despair.”

Hanamiya rolled his hips up, grinding against Imayoshi in a deliberate tease, “Best fuck I’ve ever had - apart from you.”

“And he just fell for your charms?” Imayoshi wasn’t jealous. He was searching for the missing piece of Hanamiya’s story.

Hanamiya smirked up at Imayoshi. “Even better. He fell for my wallet. Kid’s so broke that he’s whoring on the side.”

He dragged his fingernails against Imayoshi’s sides, raising red welts that’d sting in the shower and remind Imayoshi of him.

“You should see him, senpai. Down on his knees and destroyed.” Hanamiya’s tongue darted over his lower lip, eyes taking on a familiar gleam. “I wonder… If I wait to ask until the end of the month, when all the bills are due, he might agree to take us both on as clients as once. We haven’t shared anyone in a while, senpai. And he’s so big, there’s plenty of him for both of us to ruin.”

“...You’re paying,” Imayoshi said after a second, patting Hanamiya’s cheek lightly, right over where blood welled up from the shallow wounds caused by his fingernails. “And I get to fuck him first.”

“Of course,” Hanamiya acquiesced far too readily. Imayoshi’s eyes opened just enough to let him peer down at Hanamiya suspiciously. In response, Hanamiya smiled. “I like being the one to deliver the final blow.”

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kuroko, Akashi/Midorima, Kuroko & Midorima & Momoi
Fandom:
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Original Work: here by hyalinee
Word Count: 443 words

When your ex invites you to his wedding, of course you have to go (and of course you can’t go alone.)

***

“So who are you taking to the wedding, Tetsu-kun?” Momoi asks, leaning against the doorway and zipping her jacket up.

Kuroko shrugs and sips at his drink, letting the hot liquid spill past his lips and teeth, filling the space where his tongue rests and sloshing over his tastebuds.

“I’d ask you but you’ll be overseas then,” he says, too aware of her schedule. It’s penciled in pink over his own calendar, Momoi drawing hearts on the day that she’ll be in town and not touching the long, long spaces where she’s away.

Momoi gives him a quick, guilty smile and suggests, “Why not ask Dai-chan?”

Kuroko pictures Aomine - loud, huge, rude - in the middle of a carefully arranged traditional wedding and flinches.

“I think that bringing an elephant might be politer,” he says wryly and Momoi laughs.

“Kise?” is her next suggestion. “He’s better behaved.”

“Puppies are better behaved than Daiki,” Kuroko points out but he considers Kise anyway. Kise always knows how to behave, even if he sometimes chooses not to, and he’s sure to have received an invitation to the wedding as well. Kise is a safe choice and Kise, more than the others apart from Aomine, truly cares about Kuroko.

But that’s what’ll make him so unbearable during the wedding. He’ll be all clingy concern and protectiveness. Kuroko won’t be able to stand it.

“No,” he says without offering any further explanation. “Not Kise-kun.”

Momoi hums and for a second, Kuroko wonders if she’ll suggest Murasakibara. Akashi’s surely laid on a special dessert table if he’s invited him too.

Instead, she blows him a kiss and says comfortingly, “If you don’t have anyone by the date of the wedding, let me know. I’ll find you a friend who can escort you.”

“Thank you,” he says with a little bow and a smile. Somehow, Momoi’s concern is never hard to accept.

*

It’s 10:48PM by the time Midorima pulls into his driveway and he’s exhausted. The sight of a small figure seated patiently outside his house confuses him at first until he recognizes it as Kuroko. But what’s Kuroko doing there?

Kuroko stands up as Midorima walks up the driveway; Midorima pauses in front of him and Kuroko bows slightly, holding out the same embossed invitation that’s been resting on Midorima’s kitchen table for a month.

“Midorima-kun,” Kuroko says formally, “Would you go to Akashi-kun’s wedding with me?”

Unbidden, the corners of Midorima’s lips lift into a slight smile. Akashi’s two ex-boyfriends going to his wedding together?

“I wasn’t planning to go,” he says and Kuroko nods.

“I know,” Kuroko says simply, “But will you go with me?”

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[hyalinee]

AH YES COME AT ME FROM BEHIND WITH AKAMIDO THAT I WAS NOT EXPECTING AT ALL B O I

but that jab at aomine Puppies are better behaved than Daiki, HE'S ALL GROWN UP NOW SURELY HE'S LEARNED A LITTLE

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midorima & Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Original Work: here by hyalinee
Word Count: 416 words

Midorima and Kuroko, tired chefs together. One of your lines caught me hard so I had to write that convo.

***

“Maybe this is just me burning out, and maybe I should have become a doctor like my parents wanted me to,” Midorima says, voice low and exhausted. He stares at his hands, marked with small burn marks and callouses but still elegant, still long and slender. “Maybe I wasn’t meant for this.”

Kuroko says nothing so Midorima continued, shoulders slumped and his long frame defeated. “Saving lives isn’t such a bad thing to do. What do chefs do, after all? We make works of art that gone in minutes and digested within a day.”

Midorima’s too cultured to say it but Kuroko hears it anyway: in the end, all their work is just shit.

Kuroko takes Midorima’s hands within his and turns them over so they’re face up. The skin is coarse, rough from scrubbing too many plates and scouring pots; Kuroko bends his head and touches his lips to each fingertip. There’s nothing sexual about the gesture, nothing romantic; it’s as chaste and worshipful as a pilgrim kissing the feet of a weeping statue.

“You have beautiful hands,” he says into the silence of the empty kitchen. “You could have been a hand model too.”

After a second, Midorima laughs, his fingers curling in towards his palm like the legs of a dying spider.

“I don’t think my parents would have been any happier with that career,” Midorima says dryly. Despite his smile, the tiredness in his eyes remains, sapping all the strength from his verdant gaze.

“It’s not their life,” Kuroko says, still holding Midorima’s hands with his thumb tucked inside the curl of Midorima’s fingers. “It’s yours. And you make everyone who eats your food happy.”

He pauses, looking for the right words. “That’s important too. Saving someone’s life is good. But what good is living if you aren’t going to be happy?”

The confession that Midorima isn’t happy trembles on the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t speak it. He doesn’t need to. He and Kuroko both know the truth of what’s putting those lines at the corners of Midorima’s mouth and eyes, of what’s making Midorima’s steady hands shake when he’s finally alone.

“When I have enough money, I’m starting my own restaurant,” Midorima says finally and Kuroko nods.

It’s so typical of Midorima to think immediately of a restaurant instead of starting with a food truck or street cart. Midorima will accept nothing but excellence (and when it’s time, Kuroko knows, Midorima will make an excellent meal).

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[hyalinee]

this is so-- so f t wehs a lot it is doing a thing to my feelings and i'm just (:3/ <3

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midorima/Akashi, Midorima/Takao, Midorima/Taga, Midorima/Kinjou, Midorima/Imayoshi, Hanamiya/Imayoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Hikaru no Go, Yowamushi Pedal
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Original Work: here by hyalinee
Word Count: 453 words

The way you did this fill was so clever that I wanted to try it out too! Midorima’s version of ‘i have loved since you / but when the new paint gets scratched / there you are underneath’. Also different ending and crossed over into a couple of other fandoms because I can.

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Akashi Seijuurou
President of the basketball club, overachiever and all-rounder. Quiet, thoughtful, self-composed. Played shogi, go and chess flawlessly, never turning down a game with Midorima despite Midorima’s certain defeat. Plays the violin and piano both, also flawlessly. Excels in all subjects and rides horses for fun. Cannot make jokes. Mother died when he was 10. Wealthy family but unreasonable expectations from his father creates a lot of pressure. Someone Midorima admired and respected greatly. Relationship dissolved during high school.

Tetsuo Kaga
President of Haze Middle School Shogi Club. Red eyes, red hair and a red-hot temper. Father had high expectations for him and taught him to play Go, then threatened to throw Kaga out of the house if he lost a game of Go to Akiya Touya. Sharp-witted and sharp-tongued, plays Shogi as a form of rebellion against his father. Wins about 75% of the time against Midorima. Smokes, a foul habit that Midorima frequently complains about. Not cultured in the least but he has the courage to stand up to his father. Relationship ends when Kaga graduates high school and moves away.

Kazunari Takao
Point Guard on Shoutuku basketball team, intelligent and insightful. Nicknames Midorima Shin-chan. Talkative, determined and cooperative. Pulls Midorima around in a rickshaw, works better with him on the court than anyone else ever has. Likes trading cards and has a big collection of them as Midorima does of lucky items. Relationship ends when they go to different colleges.


Imayoshi Shouichi
Captain of the college basketball team. Intelligent, more than anyone that Midorima’s ever met, but with an utterly terrible personality. So good at reading people that he’s considered practically psychic by everyone around him. Thoughtful, never acts on impulse, and plays Midorima like a puppet on a string. Traumatic breakup where Hanamiya showed up and nearly hamstrung Midorima. Midorima still has the scars.

Kinjou Shingo
Captain of the cycling club. Intelligent, quiet, perceptive. A strong leader who inspires by example. Enjoys traditional tea rituals and journaling. Very dedicated, very intent. Restful company who feels no need to talk unnecessarily. Broke up when he left for the Tour de France while Midorima went into medical practice.

Akashi Seijuurou
Fiance of Kousaka Reina, a patient of Midorima’s after a car crash. Former friend and boyfriend whom Midorima had fallen out of touch with. Intelligent, ambitious, weary of living up to his father’s expectations. Hasn’t touched the violin or piano in years. Plays shogi by Kousaka’s bedside table and then in Midorima’s office when he’s on breaks. Jilted by Kousaka who takes the car crash as a sign she should pursue her true ambitions. Starts dating Midorima after a discreet period. Turns out to be the love of Midorima’s life.

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[hyalinee]

aaaaaaaaaaa the way you closed the loop with this one and bring it back to akamido (:3/

but also all these other sports boys o H M A n