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.

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FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi & Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hyalinee
Word Count: 415 words

HEY LOOK, I REMIXED A SAD FILL AND MADE IT NOT SAD. SORT OF. Time Loop-esque, Kuroko saving Akashi.

***

The letter changes.

We failed to save Akashi again. This is the second time I’m sending you - me - instructions. Save him. Don’t let Murasakibara challenge him. Don’t tell him to take the match against Ogiwara-kun seriously. Don’t walk away from him. Don’t let him go to Rakuzen alone.

Kuroko doesn’t understand the instructions but he follows them faithfully. Whenever he sees that Murasakibara is about to step up and challenge Akashi’s authority, he puts a sweet into Murasakibara’s mouth. After much trial-and-error, he’s determined that giant gobstoppers live up to their name and will keep Murasakibara quiet for a good ten minutes.

Tension builds in the clubroom but it never crests. Akashi’s eyes stay red even as he enters the Zone during a practice 3 on 3 match. The Teiko basketball team are called monsters for how thoroughly they crush the opposition but they are monsters together.

Akashi arranges matches against high school teams and then college teams for them.

By the time they graduated, they are determined to split anyway.

Kuroko goes to Rakuzen with Akashi; Aomine has outgrown him and tossed him aside like a discarded toy, and the letter did not say to save Kise who is the only member who actually asks Kuroko to go with him.

Rakuzen is different. Rakuzen is lonely. The Three Uncrowned Kings don’t like being bossed around by a first year and make their dislike of Akashi clear.

Akashi’s eyes change, ruby and citrine, and Kuroko can’t do anything to bring him back.


*

The letter changes.

You need to save Akashi-kun. This is the third time we’re trying. Don’t let Murasakibara challenge him. Don’t tell him to take the match against Ogiwara-kun seriously. Don’t walk away from him. Don’t let him go to Rakuzen. Take him to Seirin with you instead, no matter what it takes.

Kuroko is very confused but he obeys. When it’s time to pick schools, he tells Akashi about the letter and shows it to him. Akashi skims the letter, red eyes narrowing at the words and the unfamiliar handwriting.

The discussion lasts for hours but in the end, Akashi agrees to go to Seirin where they meet Aomine v.2 and proceed to crush the competition in every match. They win the InterHigh, they win the Winter Cup and Akashi’s eyes never change.

When Kuroko’s 25th birthday comes along, he copies the letter he received and sends it off.

Third time lucky, as Midorima says.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Kise, ??/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hyalinee
Word Count: 439 words

Warnings for prostitution, dub/noncon, abuse mentions, angst. Being a courtesan is not actually a good life.

***

Daiki’s dark skin doesn’t fade during the winter. Kise knows dark skin is meant to be unattractive, meant to mark someone as one of the lower classes who labor outdoors and burn brown, but on Daiki it’s striking. Amongst the lily-white painted courtesans, Daiki stands out like an unpainted clay vase. He is solid and strong, no onnogata or oyama, and he takes Kise’s kisses with an eagerness that Kise likes to believe is real.

Courtesans are often called ‘flowers’ and gifted bouquets but Daiki is earth, solid and lasting. He will remain even after flowers wither away.

That is why, when Kise first sees the bruises on Daiki, he does not recognize them. He knows what bruises look like on fair skin but on Daiki, they blend too easily with the shadows of the bed’s canopy. They are dark smudges like dirt and it’s only when one of Daiki’s arms cradles around Kise’s shoulder that Kise understands the deep bloom of purple-black is a bruise.

“Who did this to you?” He demands, impetuous and outraged that any should have dared to lay rough hands on Daiki. He is a top courtesan! He is the favorite of the son of the youngest prince!

(He may have had to endure such injuries before but Kise carefully does not think about that. The past cannot be changed.)

Daiki looks at the bruise as if surprised by it, eyebrows arching, then shakes his head and draws Kise down for a kiss.

“It doesn’t matter,” Daiki says simply and threads his fingers into Kise’s hair. “I apologize I did not have time to paint over them this time.”

This time.

The words stab into Kise’s heart and he recoils. How many other times has Daiki admitted Kise to his bed while injured? How often has Kise failed to notice?

If he loved Daiki, truly loved Daiki, how had he not seen?

(The answer was simple: if he looked too closely, he might find that Daiki did not like his touch either. Kise was complicit in his own blindness but he could not admit that to himself, not even now.)

Daiki tries to kiss him again, propping himself up gracefully on his elbows but Kise shakes his head.

“Not tonight,” he says despite the high sum he’s paid for the other man’s time. “Tonight, let us rest.”

He lies down and after a second, Daiki follows suit, wrapping his arms around Kise and pulling him close.

Kise has wondered before if Daiki loves him but it’s only now that it occurs to him that Daiki might hate him.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by intricacies
Word Count: 411 words

You write such great poetry! I was really fascinated by the line about Kageyama being unable to tell between the monster and the human and wanted to riff off that. Slightly warped religion/theology, warnings for blood and character death.

***

The first time you meet, you are an angel and so is he.

His wings are brown and bronzed at the tips, glimmering with the glow of fertile loam, and his sword flames with the righteousness of holy justice.

You look into his eyes as he instructs the Host and you know that you are lost. Such admiration should be saved for your Maker alone but you cannot tear your gaze away from his. Though his attention is given to the troops, you feel as if it is you alone that he is watching as you perform the required drills.

His voice calls out, playful and light as it offers reprimands. He does not instil fear in the soldiers but worship.

More than one of the angels besides you look to him as if he is divine made flesh instead of merely made by the divine. You understand. You share this blasphemy too.

*

He teaches you to kiss, this wonderful invention of the humans. You both assume mortal forms for it, cramped into one set of arms and legs with a rectangular torso, then push your lips together. It is comical at first, awkward and ungainly, then something clicks and you feel the first stirrings of human lust.

Afterwards, when you return to your true forms, you examine yourself for any hint of being tainted but see nothing.

You do not recognize the few feathers that fall away for the warning they are, not until it is too late.

*

When you fall, you are separated. One damned to hell, to the grotesque transformation of a demon whose outward foulness will warn others of the twisted soul within. One sent to earth as a mortal, to earn grace and goodness until you can once more ascend.

You protest. You cry you were a willing pupil, you shout you asked him to teach you.

You are given a lesser sentence despite all your wrath.

(He kisses you before you are torn apart and tells you be a monster, be malicious, come join me in hell.)

*

Mortals must die before they can descend. His fingers close around your throat and his claws pierce your skin so tenderly.

You watch his face until your vision greys; you die gazing into the diamond pinpricks of his pupils.

*

From the angel came the demon; from the human came the monster.

He will always corrupt you and you will always love it.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Iwaizumi, Kageyama/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by intricacies
Word Count: 446 words

Pac Rim AUs are my weakness, as are people being unable to do what they love. Love your original fill but I wanted to see Oikawa’s side (and also possibly Oikawa getting a happy ending) so here you go! Warnings for injury, brief discussion of suicide and that’s it.

***

Oikawa knows before the doctors say anything that he’ll never drift again. His knee is ruined; he flirted with the nurse until she showed him his X-ray, aware all the time of Iwaizumi’s disapproving gaze from the next bed.

“I had to know,” he tells Iwaizumi later when he’s cried himself dry and his head throbs almost as much as his knee. “Don’t you see? I had to know.”

“The doctors would have told you eventually,” Iwaizumi says, as soothing and soft as if his dreams hadn’t been shattered when Oikawa’s knee was. “They wanted you to be strong enough to take the news.”

Oikawa barks a laugh at that, tearless but torn. “What do they think I’m going to do, hold my breath until I die? I’m stuck in this bed indefinitely, Iwa-chan. There’s nothing I can do.”

“We can think of what we’re going to do next,” Iwaizumi says like they’re still a unit, like Oikawa actually deserves to have Iwaizumi there when it’s Oikawa’s stupid shattered knee that’s ruining their chances of ever climbing back into Breakpoint.

“Yeah. We can,” Oikawa says, not because he believes there’s anything else worth doing but because he owes Iwaizumi that much at least.

*

Training fighters to become what he should be rankles at Oikawa. He snaps at them more than necessary, is harsher than any of the other trainers. There’s one pair in such perfect sync that it reminds him of Iwaizumi and himself; the small shouty redhead and the tall, quiet dark-haired boy even act the two of them.

Rocket and anchor, he sees when he looks at them, and can’t help but be jealous of how high they’ll fly and how safely they’ll fall.

*

“What’s it like?” Kageyama asks and then clarifies, “Drifting. I -” He looks away, rubbing the back of his head. “I know Hinata and I are drift compatible but I don’t know if I want him in my head.”

That’s one advantage Iwaizumi and Oikawa had had over all the others. They’d known each other since childhood. They’d had no secrets that they needed to hide.

“It’s like having your soul stripped naked,” Oikawa says and watches Kageyama’s eyes widen at the bluntness of Oikawa’s words. “If you’ve got any secrets you’re hiding, he’ll see them. Your worst memories, your most shameful behavior - he’ll see all of it.”

“...” Kageyama stands up hurriedly. “Thank you, Oikawa-san.”

*

Kageyama and Hinata go out together anyway, climbing into the Giant King. They take the kaiju down without sustaining much damage and return to base as triumphant heroes.

Oikawa doesn’t understand why, in the middle of all the celebrations, Hinata keeps staring at him.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[intricacies]

WOW I'M 90000000 YEARS LATE BUT THIS MADE ME TEAR UP, DAMIEN. THANK YOU. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. This in particular got to me the most: Training fighters to become what he should be rankles at Oikawa.

i, too, love narratives where characters are unable to do what they love. thank you so much for this!! it was just a remix but it means so much to me.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by intricacies
Word Count: 526 words

...You did so many OiKage fills for me, hope you don’t mind me remixing a couple! :) I went with this one first because I don’t know anything about Diabolik Lovers to write for it! Warnings for creepiness, kidnapping, implied violence and implied dubcon/noncon.

***

You are bruised everywhere these days. There are bruises on your wrists from where he catches you and draws you to him, as effortlessly as if he were pulling a fruit from a tree. There are bruises from on your hips where he rests his hands while drinking from you, where he squeezes down to keep you in place if you move too much. There are bruises on your throat from where his teeth sink into you, again and again, and where he sucks and mouths at the skin without drinking when he judges you too weak to feed him.

(There are bruises on your thighs, shaped like finger marks on the outsides and ovals on the inside, and you don’t think about those even when you wash yourself in the shower and wince as your fingers rub soap into the tender flesh.)

You wear less these days. It’s a deliberate rebellion against his frills and finery, against his silk and satin. He can order you to wear the clothes he likes but he can only make you obey by holding you down and forcing your limbs through it like a doll - but unlike a doll, you can and do fight back. Your struggles are useless but you make them for the sake of making a statement.

When he lets you up, you wait until he’s gone and tear the clothes into the smallest pieces you can. Walking around draped in only a sheet knotted like a toga earns you looks from the other vampires but nobody else dares touch you with Oikawa’s bruises lying like brands everywhere.

(Everywhere.)

“Naked again?” Oikawa asks, tossing an apple towards you. You catch it automatically and turn it around in your hands. It’s red and ripe - does that mean it’s apple season? There are no windows here. You cannot tell the passing of the seasons or even the days. Everything is always dark with no candles, no oil lamps, to illuminate the castle and the only reason you can even walk around without tripping is because there is a faint glow of phosphorescent moss right at eye level along the walls.

“I have a toga on,” you say and bite into the apple. It’s rich and juicy, sweet liquid spilling down your chin, and you hastily wipe it with the back of your hand. “I’m not naked.”

“Ah, but under it, Tobio-chan, you are quite, quite naked,” Oikawa purrs as if it’s some clever observation.

You briefly consider throwing the apple at him but know Oikawa moves too quickly for it to connect. It’d just be a waste of an apple and who knows when you’ll next get fresh fruit?

“So are you,” you point out and crunch your teeth through another bite.

“But my clothes, Tobio-chan, aren’t as easy to remove.” Oikawa’s next to you suddenly, grinning wide and wide as his claws delicately slice the knot open and send the bedsheet tumbling down to the floor.

He looks at you with expectation in his eyes and you stare coolly back.

You know what he wants but you’re going to finish the apple first.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by hilaryfun
Word Count: 532



***



it's been too long since youichi last woke up in kazuya's arms. too many weeks apart due to the distance between their universities and their busy schedules. too much time lost that in any other circumstance would have been spent together.

he's so used to waking up alone, in his own bed every morning, that waking up with an arm across his waist and legs tangled with his own is almost a foreign feeling. almost, because while he remembers it from the times they spend together, it's like he's being reacquainted with it now. and god he missed this. he almost forgot how nice it felt to wake up next to someone--to wake up next to kazuya.

youichi turns over, and watches kazuya for a moment. he's still sleeping, and youichi doesn't have the heart to wake him up just yet. they only have a few short days together before it's back to school, back to their usual busy schedules and then all they'll be able to do is speak on the phone or through skype, and talk through text messages. none of that compares to the real thing--being face to face, being able to touch each other--but he loves kazuya and he'll take whatever pieces of him he can get.

after a few moments, he presses his toes against kazuya's calves, and shifts his legs a little to see if that will wake him. he still feels bad waking kazuya, but if they've only got a few days together, it'd be unfortunate to spend them all asleep.

"morning to you, too, youichi," kazuya mumbles, catching youichi a little off guard, even though he'd been trying to wake kazuya. "to what do you owe the pleasure?"

youichi snorts. "you could have just left it at saying good morning. don't act like waking up next to you is some sort of gift." it is. it really, really is. that's the thing, and they both know it. but youichi doesn't have to say things aloud for kazuya to know what he means, what he thinks. that goes for both of them.

"isn't it, though?"

youichi doesn't answer, just hooks his leg with kazuya's own, presses himself closer to him. "how late did we sleep?"

"no idea." a simple fix would be to just roll over and check the time on one of their phones, but that would entail pulling away from each other, which neither wants to do, so they'll have to wager a few guesses for a bit longer. "at least mid-morning?"

the sun peeking through the window is enough of a clue on that. youichi doesn't want to suggest they get up, but--

"should we...?"

kazuya shakes his head before youichi can even finish the question, grabs his hand and clasps it between their chests. "it's not wasting the day if we're awake and here together."

youichi grins and squeezes kazuya's hand. anything is good as long as they're together. and if this is just a small preview, a look ahead of what it might be like to wake up in kazuya's arms, next to him every day, then he'll take it. he'll always take this.

"couldn't have said it better myself."

Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[hilaryfun]

Ahh this is wonderful thank you!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama, Nishinoya/Asahi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by intricacies
Word Count: 444 words

So you know that story about the the sister who kills her sibling, then a bard makes a harp out of her sibling’s bones and it sings an accusation to the king? Yeaaaah. Your utterly gorgeous poem made me think of that. I’m so sorry. Warnings for violence and character death.

***

Violin-making is a delicate art. Violas, cellos, basses - it doesn’t matter how large or small they are, what matters is they will sing under the player’s fingers.

Over the centuries, many different methods have been tested to create the perfect stringed instrument. Oikawa, with his status and his wealth, has a famed Stradivarus violin and he will admit that nothing has ever responded to him as beautifully.

But there’s no bond between him and it, no more than there has been with any of his other instruments. He calls it Iwa-chan and sleeps with it next to his bed on its own cushioned platform but all that does is earn him admiring articles about his devotion to his art and his artistic temperament.

There’s nothing real there. There’s no connection, not like the one between the wild darling of the orchestral world, Nishinoya, and his massive bass that Oikawa’s heard him call ‘Asahi’. When Nishinoya looks at his bass, his gaze softens and he strokes it when affection that Oikawa can only feign.

*

Geniuses keep appearing in the musical world. Kageyama is only the latest prodigy to be blessed with a gift he has done nothing to earn and if Oikawa tells himself that, maybe he can tolerate this private meeting with the boy that his agent insisted he attend.

“Senpai,” the boy says with sickeningly big blue eyes and so much earnestness that Oikawa can hardly stand it, “Please teach me how to do your left-hand pizzicato.”

He stands there like he isn’t trying to supplant Oikawa, like he hasn’t been nominated for an award that Oikawa’s been working towards for years and Oikawa’s rage surges to the forefront in one wild rush.

Iwa-chan crashes down on Kageyama and the boy falls. Oikawa’s horror is for the blood soaked into the cracked wood and then he realizes it won’t matter; they won’t let him bring a violin to prison.

*

The lyre has been all but forgotten by the modern world. Oikawa’s violyre, however, is different matter. It’s a stringed instrument that looks like the bastard child of a lyre and a violin, a half-circle in which the sound resounds with long, tall white struts rising from its rim and threads strung between them. Oikawa uses a bow across them, a white bow (birch? Surely not ivory!) strung with black, and draws out the music of a man’s soul.

The attention he gets for his new invention quite overshadows the disappearance of one Tobio Kageyama. A violinist who’d once showed promise was nothing compared to a brand new instrument.

‘Tobio-chan’, Oikawa calls his new instrument and every night, he kisses it before he sleeps.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kagami/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hibari1_chan
Word Count: 449 words

Ouch, ouch, OUCH, poor Kuroko! When I read that fill of yours, I really wanted to write his team’s reactions as well.

***

“We’re telling the team,” Kagami said the next morning as he hopped into his trousers. His usual early-morning hurricane of activity had been made more complicated by having to deal with another person sharing the bathroom, especially when Kuroko had joined him in the shower, but they wouldn’t be too late if they biked.

“...Are you sure?” Kuroko asked, buttoning up his shirt.

“They won’t react like your parents did,” Kagami insisted. “And if they do, fuck them. The year’s almost over, we can transfer to a different school.”

“I might have to if my parents stop paying the fees for Seirin,” Kuroko said thoughtfully. “How much do you think it is per year?”

“If you transfer, I’ll transfer as well,” Kagami said without hesitation. “We can use the money I save on school fees to buy extra groceries and cover the extra utilities charges. And food for Nigou, of course.”

“Public high schools are free but they have very competitive entrance exams,” Kuroko said, pulling on his jacket. “Do you think they’ll accept us because of our basketball skills?”

“Maybe.” Kagami honestly wasn’t sure but he would not say a single thing to discourage Kuroko, not after last night. “Or we’ll take out a loan. Once I’m an NBA star, we can pay it back easily.”

Kuroko smiled slightly but his eyes were still shadowed.

*

“TETSUYA AND I ARE A COUPLE,” Kagami announced at the top of his voice as the team assembled around Riko. Kuroko nearly vanished from sheer embarrassment but with Kagami holding his hand, he couldn’t go anywhere. “AND IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT, I’LL PUNCH THEIR HEAD IN.”

“Why would we have a problem with it?” Riko asked in confusion. “We’ve all known since last year’s Winter Cup.”

“What?!” Kagami spluttered. They’d been so discreet! They’d never even had sex on the court no matter how often Kuroko suggested it! How had she known? ...And what did she meant ‘we’ve all known’? “Did the whole team know?!”

“Yeah, Kagami,” Izuki chimed in, “It’s not that hard to figure out when you both show up with hickies at the same time. It’s not as if you would have both individually gotten girlfriends or boyfriends you wanted to keep secret with us.”

Hyuuga nodded and intoned gravely, “The shower room reveals all secrets.”

Kiyoshi thumped Kagami on the shoulder in a friendly manner. “We didn’t say anything because we thought you were shy. But we’re all happy for you.”

“Congratulations!” Koganei piped up while Mitobe smiled at them both and gave them each a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Huh. Well. This was definitely going better than coming out to Kuroko’s parents had gone!

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[hibari1_chan]

MY BABIES ARE SO CUTE T^T I love how Kagami is ready to do anything to stay with Kuroko I might have teared up a bit.

"especially when Kuroko had joined him in the shower" YOU SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT DAMMIT HE WOULD XD

"Kuroko nearly vanished from sheer embarrassment but with Kagami holding his hand, he couldn’t go anywhere." I'm kinda impressed that Kagami had thought of doing that to prevent Kuroko from pulling that stunt on him (even if there's a big chance that it was sheer coincidence lol) I feel you Kuroko XD Embarrassment in the worst

Thank you for this remix I love it !!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Riku & Tomoe
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hibari1_chan
Word Count: 506 words

Tomoe’s one of my favorites too! I loved what you wrote about his name so decided to roll with that and tell his side of the story.

***

Tomoe.

It was a name more often given to girls than boys; it was a name that meant blessing and it was a name that signified the shape of a sigil often used in spells.

It was a name with power behind it, a name that was used for the creation and channeling of power and it was a name that fit Tomoe as neatly as his marrow fit his bones.

Even as a child, he’d been aware of the magic coursing through him, the way that every time his name was spoken, his blood thrilled within his veins. It reverberated whenever his name was called, vibrating like a plucked string and sending a shiver through Tomoe.

It wasn’t until he was four that the shivering sensation found an outlet.


*

“Tomoe!” His mother called out, “It’s time for bed! Where’s your rabbit?”

“Don’t know,” Tomoe said poutily, tucked up inside the covers. He wanted his rabbit to cuddle now that he was a big boy and couldn’t cuddle his parents anymore! Riku had taken Tomoe’s place in their bedroom but Riku couldn’t take Tomoe’s lucky stuffed rabbit. The rabbit was his.

“Oh dear,” his mother said. She glanced around and then said, “I’ll go find him.”

Tomoe pouted even more. Why didn’t his mother just use magic? All the grown-ups said that magic was tiring and difficult and not for daily tasks but they also said everything got better with practice. Shouldn’t they use magic all the time then? They’d be practicing until they got good at it!

Under his breath, Tomoe muttered the words he’d heard his mother use so often when she couldn’t find something in the fridge and swapped out ‘lemon’ with ‘rabbit’.

A moment later, a fat, very surprised rabbit was seated on Tomoe’s chest and twitching its black little nose. Tomoe stared at the rabbit. The rabbit stared back.

Before it could bolt, Tomoe wrapped both his fat little arms around it and yelled, “MOTHER!”

*

“I don’t want to go to school in America,” Tomoe said but nobody listened.

“We’re so proud of you.” His mother kissed the top of his head and his father was standing aside, talking to the professor about what a wonderful opportunity this was and how he was sure they’d take good care of a prodigy like Tomoe.

Riku was sitting off to the side and scowling. He scowled a lot these days. He’d been stuffed into his best clothes to say goodbye to Tomoe and he looked as uncomfortable as a tomato in a baby potato’s skin.

Tomoe disentangled himself from his mother’s embrace and went over to Riku.

“Bye, Riku,” he said, not sure what Riku might want to hear from him.

“Bye,” Riku said and the bitterness in his voice was nearly enough to make Tomoe flinch.

Tomoe spent so much time buried in his spellbooks and the magical workings lab that he’d almost forgotten that Riku hated him.

Maybe America wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[hibari1_chan]

I'm so happy that you made a remix of this one T^T

I love how you wrote the siblings' rivalry here like how Tomoe is jealous that Riku took his place in his parents' bed XD His attachment to his rabbit is so cute :3 And how special his bond with magic is different from others' especially because he has such an overflowing power !!

Thank you ah this is really great !!!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Yachi/Kiyoko
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hibari1_chan
Word Count: 430 words

I LOVE the idea of Kiyoko as some sort of defender of schoolgirls/women but what happens when she graduates? Hence this fic!

***

Yachi sat on Kiyoko’s bed, watching Kiyoko massage cream into her hands. Her long fingers stretched out so the cream could be worked into the webbing between her fingers and over the hard skin of her knuckles. By day, Kiyoko often wore leather gloves with metal pads hidden inside the leather, over her knuckles. They made her punches have more impact, she said, and showed Yachi how she could still flex her fingers and use her hands properly.

“Teach me how to fight, Kiyoko-senpai,” Yachi blurted out. She’d had a whole speech prepared but it was the sight of Kiyoko’s fingers rubbing cream into the scarred skin that made Yachi throw away the words she’d rehearsed in front of the mirror.

“Is someone giving you trouble?” Kiyoko asked, her smooth brow wrinkling into a slight frown.

“No,” Yachi quickly reassured Kiyoko. “But you’re a third year. You’ll graduate next year - and then who’s going to look after the girls?”

Kiyoko cocked her head to a side, studying Yachi carefully as if it were the first time she’d ever seen the younger girl properly. A hot flush spread over Yachi’s cheeks but she kept her chin tilted up and refused to shake under Kiyoko’s scrutiny. If she couldn’t even take this, how could she hope to take Kiyoko’s place?

“It’s not easy,” Kiyoko warned. “You’ve been taught to be gentle and quiet. Teachers will scold you for fighting. Your parents will be disappointed. It might even go on your permanent record and hurt your chances of getting into a good school.”

Yachi nodded rapidly. “I know, Kiyoko. I thought about all of that already. But--”

She shrugged, slim shoulders moving lithely under her school blouse. “But what you do is important. More important than keeping my record clean.”

Her gaze swept downwards, then up again, Yachi edging a little closer to where Kiyoko was seated.

“You didn’t care about any of that. You did what you thought was right.” Yachi swallowed, feeling the endless blue of Kiyoko’s eyes drinking in her words and hoping the sincerity of them would reach Kiyoko. “I want to be like you.”

I want to be a hero too.

“Have you ever fought before?” Kiyoko asked finally.

Yachi shook her head quickly, golden hair swinging around her face. “No, but I’m a fast learner.”

“...Help me drag the mattress onto the floor,” Kiyoko said. “I’ll give you your first lesson now and then write up a training schedule for you.”

Yachi’s smile was so wide it hurt her own face.

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[hibari1_chan]

OMG !!

I love these women they're both so pure T^T and all of the little details of Kiyoko's gloves are so cool and I also love her speech of how they are "taugh to be gentle and quiet" because SO TRUE. This was so good thank you for remixing my fill !!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Ooshiba/Kimishita, Tsukushi/Jin
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by gnetophyta
Word Count: 408 words

It was such a cute concept, I totally had to write what happens when Ooshiba gets used to it and, as always, goes overboard. Thanks for making such a great fill & giving remix permission!

***

The next day, Ooshiba turns up five minutes late for practice with a bouquet of zinnias in his arms that’s bigger than his own head. He has a wide, shit-eating grin on his face and any hope that Kimishita might’ve had of being able to adjust to this soulmate thing quietly goes completely out of the window.

Ignoring Mizuki’s complaints, Ooshiba jogs straight up to Kimishita and holds out the bouquet to him.

“Here!” He says, beaming as proudly as if he’d done something praise-worthy instead of coming late to practice with an utterly useless bouquet of flowers. What’s Kimishita supposed to do with them? The money could’ve better spent on practically anything else!

“I don’t want them,” Kimishita crosses his arms over his chest to make sure Ooshiba can’t force him to take them.

Ooshiba’s smile doesn’t fade. “Take them or I’ll serenade you with them outside your house.”

“...” Kimishita takes them. Ooshiba’s just shameless enough to carry through with his threat. In his most exasperated tone, he says, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome!” Ooshiba smiles brightly again, ignoring the gaping and very confused team that’s now surrounding them.

“Hey, Ooshiba-senpai, why are you bringing Kimishita-senpai flowers?” Tsukushi asks in all innocence. “Is it his birthday?”

One of the first years in the back - Kimishita’s not quite familiar enough with their voices yet to know whom - starts to sing Happy Birthday. The rest of the team quickly joins in.

“No!” Kimishita snaps, waving his bouquet to try to shut everyone up. Pollen scatters golden droplets over Tsukushi’s head like a halo. Kazama’s watching so longingly that if they don’t have matching soulmarks when they’re old enough, Kimishita’s pretty sure that whomever does get matched with Tsukushi will have to get used to sharing. “No, it’s not my birthday, stop singing-- STOP SINGING.”

He has to shout to be heard but everyone stops though they look slightly put-out about it.

“I gave him those because our soulmarks are red zinnias,” Ooshiba explains, completely burying the lead as usual.

It takes a few seconds for the team to figure it out but Kimishita and Ooshiba are swamped with congratulations and demands to show the marks.

“Don’t look so glum,” Ooshiba says airily as he pulls up his t-shirt to show his own mark off. “They would’ve figured it out in the showers anyway.”

“That,” Kimishita says in a low growl, “Is the only reason that I’m not killing you right now.”

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Manami & Toudou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by hapaxlegomenon
Word Count: 420 words

That was an amazing Pacific Rim AU but what really sunk its claws into me was the line about Toudou’s drift breaking. So. Here you go! Slightly creepy but I hope you like it anyway.

***

Toudou loved his drift partner. They’d yet to officially drift together but when they did, Toudou was convinced, they would be an invincible team. They’d be better than Arakita and Shinkai, better than Makishima and Tadoroko. They were synched so well together and even in appearance, they seemed to match with their bright blue eyes and dark hair.

In another life, Manami could have been his little brother but instead, Manami was his destined drift mate and together they would become the most popular Jaegar pilots in all of Japan. Maybe even the most popular in all of the world!

Manami was fearless. Over cups of hot water with just enough tea to flavor it, Manami had told Toudou about his childhood in hospital, about how convinced everyone had been that he wouldn’t make it to his teen years let alone become an adult.

“It changes you, growing up thinking you’re dying,” Manami had said with an odd smile. “You can’t be scared of something once you live it. It’d be like fearing your own skin.”

His lips were soft and full against the brim of the cup and Manami drunk down the weak tea like Socrates swigging hemlock, defiant and proud.

*

When they drifted, they both felt the same sense of urgency, the drive for speed. They wanted to get to the battle quickly, to launch themselves into the fight. It shook and looped between them, the hunger to be at the forefront, to go first but there was a bleakness in Manami’s mind that Toudou couldn’t touch.

His partner was broken, Toudou knew, but he wasn’t broken in a way that would make him break down. Not like Izumida had.

Besides, this was only a Drift Simulator. Once they were in the real thing, it’d be easier.

Once they were in the real thing, they would become one perfect being.

*

“Initiating neural handshake,” the bridge said and Toudou felt himself falling. The wide explosion of his mind, of memories and thoughts, it was all devoured by the black hole that was Manami’s mind. There was an endless darkness there, a peaceful black velvet embrace and Toudou tried to grab for Manami’s memories, for his thoughts, for anything that wasn’t the sense of already being dead but still there was nothing there.

He was dead and standing in the cockpit. He was dead and still breathing.

When his body and Manami’s started to seize, Toudou didn’t even feel it.

Dead boys didn’t hurt.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Asahi/Nishinoya
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by flippinflakes
Word Count: 470 words

Continuation of your AWESOME fill! Specifically part 1.

***

The relative quiet outside the club hits you like a slap to the face. The cold air is the second slap or perhaps your cheeks are burning from the humiliation of seeing Noya locking lips with someone else.

You knew all along this would happen, not because Noya was the type to cheat but because you were never good enough for him in the first place.

The man looked pretty, what little you could see of him. Nice hair, blazing eyes and he’s closer to Noya’s height too. Noya’s not going to get a crick in his neck from looking up at him all the time and he won’t have to be terrified of his own strength, his own weight. He won’t worry he’ll roll over on Noya and squash him like a tomato.

How tired Noya must’ve been of pushing aside your insecurities. How exhausting it must’ve be for him to have to keep reassuring you everything was okay

Anyone who’d kiss a stranger in a club isn’t the kind of person who’ll need reassuring. Noya won’t have to be that man’s personal cheerleader. He won’t be burdened with the weight of that man’s doubts, won’t have to keep up his own spirits and his boyfriend’s both.

Noya’s taken care of you for so long but now it’s time for him to live his own life.

Now it’s time for him to be happy.

Your hands curl into fists as you walk and at first you think you’re shaking with anger. It’s only when you notice the dark drops on your shirt that you realize you’re crying, as silent and secret as it is always it. Boys like you, big and broad-shouldered, aren’t meant to cry. You’re supposed to be strong like a pillar but you are soft, soft as cotton candy, soft as shaving foam, and Noya has always been the source of your strength.

You are going to have to learn to live without him now but you don’t think you want to.

The idea is not as shocking as it should be. You have always known that this would end.

(You have always known that it would end you.)

“ASAHI!” Noya cries out and against your better judgment, you turn. Noya’s got both your coats in his arms and a chagrined look on his face.

You wait for his apologies, for his explanation, for his awkward but sincere speech about how he never meant to hurt you and he hopes you can still be his friend.

Noya shoves the coat at your chest instead and says, “Don’t leave without me.”

There’s a plea in his eyes and you don’t understand. You’re the one that needs him. That’s how it’s always been.

Why is he looking at you as if it’s the other way around?

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[flippinflakes]

I've already told yah how much I like this but reading it again is still a UGHGHCHJD to my heart!!!!! I love how asahi starts thinking about small things like comparing his height and weight then it grows to his insecurities and !!!!! ASAHI'S DISBELIEF AT THE END THAT NOYA WANTS HIM STILL!!! NGAAAAAAAH!!! My poor child please love yourself. Thank you again for this!!!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Athene & Nike & Hinata, Ushijima & Heracles
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by pugglemuggle
Word Count: 406 words

I’m actually more about the Greek goddess of Victory than Roman but the author’s note and the constant use of wings made writing this kind of irresistible. Also I have a small scale replica of the Winged Victory of Samothrace on my desk, so.

***

Grey-eyed Athene, champion of warriors and philosophers, watched with a certain disdain as Heracles paraded about and addressed anyone unfortunate enough to catch his eye.

“Tired of his talk, sister?” Nike asked as she slipped onto the divan next to where Athene reclined.

“He is so boisterous,” Athene replied with a sigh as she sipped at her ambrosia. “At least when it was Hermes’ domain, he did not boast as much of what his chosen favorites did.”

“Hermes always was more interested in speaking of the feats of his favored thieves,” Nike agreed. She adjusted her crown of laurel leaves, eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned her smile onto Athene. “Of course, there is a way that you could quieten Heracles for a little…”

“Oh?” Athene asked, letting her cool gaze rest on Nike.

“I know which mortals he favors. Put your support behind a different one and overthrow his favorite,” Nike suggested.

“I would have to be discreet so he does not guess at my inference,” Athene said thoughtfully. “It could not be one of my usual kind - no strong warriors, no clever minds. Someone small and unnoticeable, someone whom he would never think to favor.”

“I know just the boy,” Nike said, a triumphant smile touching her lips. “He has a hunger for victory that will serve you well.”

*

Divine favor was a powerful thing. Hinata’s small body curled up in jumps and then flew, winged and victorious, to spike down balls with all the savage strength of the ancient warriors. Nike’s wings sprouted from his shoulderblades and carried him above the net, his small frame light and easy to lift.

Broad-shouldered, masculine and the very image of the Greek athletes back in the days when the Olympics featured unclothed men, Ushijima had been Heracles’ favorite for far too long. To be faced with another whom a deity favored was to be met with his equal.

No sword, no shield, no armor had Hinata; he went into battle with nothing but his own spirit and his team’s support - and he won.


*

Above, in Olympus, Heracles stopped talking about volleyball and Japan. Instead, he started to talk about basketball instead and how there was a team so good, the mortals were calling them the Generation of Miracles.

Athene and Nike toasted to their partnership and shared a secret smile.

Beating Ares was far too easy. Toying with Heracles was far more amusing.

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[pugglemuggle]

oh my gosh i love this???? FRICK!!!! i love these goddesses so much holy shit.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kageyama/Hinata
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by pugglemuggle
Word Count: 532 words

Non-consensual mindreading, just a continuation of the super cute fill!

***

Hinata’s staring at him again in that oddly thoughtful way he has, when he tilts his head to a side and focuses like Kageyama’s the whole world or maybe just a volleyball that’s been perfectly set and Kageyama has no clue why.

He doesn’t wish he could read Hinata’s mind. The peacefulness is too precious to give up just because sometimes interacting with Hinata is more difficult than Kageyama is used to.

But he is curious.

“Why are you staring at me?” Kageyama asks bluntly as he stacks the volleyballs. Hinata jumps, excess energy so easily discharged at any opportunity, and grins at Kaegyama as he rubs the back of his head.

“Ehhhh, no reason. I thought that if you couldn’t read my mind, maybe I could read yours.” Hinata laughs a little sheepishly and grabs a stray volleyball to add to the pile.

“...” Kageyama considers that concept. There’s a certain logic to it but he’s fairly sure that’s not how it works. Still… “Did it work?”

“Nope!” Hinata says. “Not unless you were thinking about whether I could read your mind.”

“I wasn’t,” Kageyama says and stores away the fact that when Hinata watches him like that, he’s just trying to read minds.

*

He discovers the next day that Hinata was lying to him.

During volleyball practice, he tries to tune the others out but suddenly everyone’s volume picks up the way it does when they’re emotional.

[Oh no, Hinata’s staring again. Kageyama’s going to catch him.] Warm and worried, deep undertones of protectiveness, rich brown like loam and fertile forest soil. Asahi.

[Ahhhh, why doesn’t Hinata just confess already?! I already told him how I confessed to Asahi to inspire him. Why didn’t it work?!] Electric-excited, always quick and burning bright as a rocket’s tail but with the same warmth as its core as Asahi. Nishinoya.

[Should I talk to him? It hasn’t affected his game so far but I feel I should do something as the captain.] Solid, steady, not like anything as new and manmade as concrete but like rock. Worn through the ages and worn down by the elements but still there. Daichi.

[Tch. He’ll never be the ace if he doesn’t concentrate on the game instead of Kageyama.] Sharp, incisive and cold - winter winds, Arctic chill, an iceberg with most of its mass submerged. Tskushima.

[Not again. Kageyama’s so oblivious, Shrimpy’s setting himself up for heartbreak.] Aged wood and cigarette-smoker’s rasp, stained but solid. Coach Ukai.

Kageyama clutches his head, focusing on trying to block the noises out as one more voice filters in.

[Nothing’s ever going to happen with those two unless Kageyama realizes his own feelings and makes the first move.] Warm, soft, sly, the steady purr of a well-tuned car engine. Sugawara, the best of all of them at reading the team.

Kageyama straightens up and looks across the court at where Hinata’s holding a volleyball.

“Hinata!” He bellows, shouting to be heard above the voices in his head. “I like you. Please go out with me.”


He bows, quickly, and everyone else’s voices become a cacophony of shock.

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[pugglemuggle]

ahhhh this is so cute! i love the way you describe the teams' thoughts, that's so neat!! :D :D

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Eijun/Tire, possible one-sided Furuya/Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by princesssid
Word Count: 460 words

In which absolutely nobody takes Furuya’s concerns seriously aka me attempting to continue the comic tone of the original hilarious fill.

***

“Miyuki-kun,” Furuya said seriously to the upperclassman. “Please talk to Sawamura.”

“Oh? About what?” Miyuki looked up from where he was polishing his catcher’s mitt, carefully working all the dirt out of it.

“I think…” How to put it? “...He is suffering from heatstroke.”

Now Miyuki’s eyebrows were raised in what Furuya recognized as concern. Or possibly Miyuki wanting Furuya to get to the point.

“He confessed his ‘feelings’ to the tire and then spray-painted it gold,” Furuya summarized.

“...The tire you two are always fighting over?” Miyuki asked.

“Yes,” Furuya said with a small frown. “There are other tires in the shed but he always insists on using that one.”

“Why do you always want to use that one?” Miyuki asked.

Furuya scowled at him and didn’t bother to answer. This wasn’t about him! This was about the fact that Eijun had gone crazy!

Miyuki’s smile was slow treacle, oozing over his face, “Could it be you want him to pay attention to you? That you’re jealous of his affection for the tire?”

“He painted it gold,” Furuya said desperately, wondering how Miyuki had missed that part. “I don’t want to be painted gold.”

Miyuki turned his attention back to his catcher’s mitt. “Talk to Chris about it.”

*

“Have you seen what Sawamura is doing?” Furuya asked as he joined Chris on the side of the field. Eijun was running about, the gold-painted tire glinting under the yellow street lights, and he looked as deliriously happy as a man on his honeymoon.

“It would be hard to miss,” Chris said and indeed, the gold paint was very eye-catching.

“Can you talk to him?” Furuya asked. Surely Eijun would listen to Chris if Chris said this was going too far.

“...A lot of players have favorite bats or mitts. If he has a favorite tire and wants to paint it gold so nobody else will use it, it isn’t so unusual,” Chris said as he continued to watch Eijun practice.

“He confessed his love to it! Right in front of me!” Furuya barely kept himself from shouting, his usual calm starting to wear away under this relentless refusal of people to not notice Eijun had snapped.

“Really?” Chris said and for a moment, Furuya thought that someone finally understood. Instead, Chris turned his attention to Furuya and gave him a sympathetic look.

Oh no. Oh no.

“Removing the competition will not help. If he prefers the tire to you, you will have to accept that-”

“I’m not jealous,” Furuya insisted and then gave up on the conversation. He walked off, wondering if Eijun would even notice if Furuya sprayed a different tire gold and switched them.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[princesssid]

;00000000000; FURUYA!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm so delighted that you chose to focus on furuya bc i love his dynamic with eijun and also because of THIS GREAT LINE "I don't want to be painted gold." omg DON'T YOU? hahah

THANK YOU FOR THE REMIX i'm so glad eijun/tire lives on

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Abe/Mihashi
Fandom: Big Windup
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by princesssid
Word Count: 424 words

Warnings for injury/illness but nothing too bad. Direct continuation of AWESOMELY world-built fill.

***

“Absolutely not,” Abe said crisply. “This is meant to mimic the experience real users would have, Mihashi-san. A real user would not go back into the game if he found his nose bleeding after he’d passed out. He’d get medical help, then go online and complain until he got enough courage to call the company and threaten to sue.”

“I signed a medical waiver,” Mihashi said, his voice wavering a little. “I don’t think I can threaten to sue.”

Abe stared at him for a second and then smiled. It was brief and rough, but it unexpectedly softened his face so he wasn’t quite as terrifying.

“...Can’t be that bad if you’re making jokes,” he muttered and then offered his arm to Mihashi. “Come on. Let’s take you to the lab.”

“Lab?” Mihashi asked as he grasped Abe’s arm just above the elbow and let himself be helped up. The world swayed around him as if it were about to reform so Mihashi shut his eyes again.

“Hey!” Abe’s voice was sharp now, loud enough to jolt Mihashi into quickly opening his eyes again.

“Don’t pass out on me,” Abe said, more quietly now that Mihashi’s eyes were open. “The lab’s where they do medical checkups. I just want to get a scan of your brain to make sure there wasn’t any damage.”

“And then I’ll go back in?” Mihashi asked, determined to not fail after making it this far.

“No, then you’ll go home and rest.” Abe’s eyes narrowed, making Mihashi flinch even as he still held onto Abe’s arm for support. “And tomorrow, when I’ve fixed whatever bug made that happen, you’ll come back and test it again.”

Tomorrow. Okay. He wasn’t being fired. He was just being given a break while Abe fixed the code. Yeah. That was okay.

Mihashi stumble-walked down the hallway with Abe’s arm around his shoulders and under his arm, keeping him upright even when the ground swayed under his feet.

“Is your balance that’s affected? Are you having trouble telling where the floor is?” Abe asked after a few meters.

“N-no,” Mihashi said, fighting the urge to close his eyes again. “But everything keeps changing. Like how the room changed into a field.”

Abe stopped abruptly. “Is that why you closed your eyes earlier?”

Mihashi nodded and immediately regretted it as the world broke apart, blurry-edged pieces sliding over each other instead of fitting together again.

“...Close your eyes,” Abe said. “I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

Mihashi was grateful to obey.

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[princesssid]

THIS IS SO SWEET i love how abe is gentle in his own way and mihashi is stubborn as fuck :')

"Mihashi was grateful to obey." is such a good closing line for these two fjdkjslj wow i love these them.

thank you so much for the remix \\o//

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Rin/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by coyoteclaw11
Word Count: 404 words


Your very next fill for this round made it clear you’re a Homestuck so suddenly my head went WHAT IF IT WAS A VIOLET BLOOD THAT RIN RESCUED?! And thus this remix was born!

***

Reen didn’t even want to know what had happened to the violetblood. If there was something in the ocean capable of harming the second-toughest of trolls, it was all the more reason for Reen to stay away from the ocean.

His lusus peeked over his shoulder, making an inquiring trill, and Reen sighed.

“Do you think we should take it home?” He asked Gou. Violetbloods were known to be violent and dangerous. Leaving it to bleed out on the sand would surely be safer than trying to nurse it back to health.

On the other hand, Reen only had a palemate. If the drones came, Reen would be culled. A violet blood could provide some protection against that fate.

Besides, unconscious and bloodied, the violetblood didn’t look so dangerous…

Gou solved his dilemma by picking the violetblood up, pincers closing around the troll’s waist, and then scuttled back towards Reen’s hive.

*

Reen heaved the troll into the ablution trap and turned it on. The troll’s eyes opened and for a second, Reen could’ve sworn they were indigo instead of violet, the deep rich blue of the ocean during a moonlight night - but the blood all over him had been violet.

When ablution trap drained, however, the wounds left open and oozing were indigo.

“I thought you were a violetblood,” Reen said stupidly, staring at the wounds and recalculating. Indigos were usually bigger and stronger than this one even before they were adults.

The troll blinked, the sweep of his dark eyelashes oddly striking. “No.”

A pause and he added reluctantly, “But one attacked me.”

Reen thought of all the blood that had been on him and blanched. This troll had done that much damage to a violetblood?!

“And you survived?!” He asked, unable to believe it.

The troll shrugged, then winced as the motion caused his wounds to start bleeding more urgently. “So far.”

His gaze dipped downwards again, “I’m in your debt. My name is Haruka.”

“Reen,” Reen said, offering his nickname instead of his full name. He pushed his hair back with a wet hand and offered his hand to Haruka. “Come on. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

He’d been hoping for protection from the drones courtesy of a violetblood but with how his stomach twisted whenever the blueblood looked at him, maybe he could just get himself a matesprite instead.

Haruka. What a cute name.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Rin/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by coyoteclaw11
Word Count: 405 words

Makoto’s POV because trying to keep someone alive who only wants to be dead is tough. Warnings for a lot of discussion of suicidal ideation. I loved the original fill to pieces so I hope this does it justice.

***

Makoto cradles the phone against his ear, keeping one wary eye on Haru’s bedroom door. The window’s sealed shut, cemented so it can’t be opened and if Haru breaks the glass, he’ll hear it.

“I suppose we’re lucky,” he says dully, voice soft so he won’t wake Haru. He isn’t sure if Haru’s even asleep; the constant suicide attempts have the force of something inexorable behind them, something greater than the human need for sleep, but he’ll still pretend to himself that Haru sleeps instead of staying up and slowly driving himself even further into madness.

“Lucky?” Gou echoes, not quite as tired as Makoto but close. She bears her own burden of grief and responsibility, as heavy and painful as Haru’s.

“Haru’s only trying to walk into the ocean. If he started trying to kill himself with other methods…” Makoto’s voice trails off. He, Gou, Rei, Sousuke and Nagisa rotate their shifts. All of them know how difficult it is just to keep Haru from the ocean, let alone the rest of a world made to kill.

He can practically hear Gou shudder as she reprimands him, “Don’t even think of such things.”

“I know,” Makoto says tiredly, fighting the urge to let his eyelids drop. “I know.”

He won’t snap at her but some of his exhaustion must carry through for her voice gentles as she asks, “Do you need Sousuke to take his shift early?”

“No.” Makoto forces strength into his voice he doesn’t have, even as he questions whether his pride will be the death of Haru. If he’s too tired, surely he should let someone else step in - but he’s been looking after Haru all his life. Sousuke can’t do it better than Makoto can.

He laughs and hopes Gou won’t comment on the strain in it.

“I tied my ankle to Haru’s last night. I thought that if he tried to sneak off, it’d wake me up. Somehow he undid the rope without waking me up.” It’s a funny story, or it would be if Makoto’s not talking about the single-minded stubbornness of the suicidal.

If Haru lives, if Haru makes it through this, maybe it’ll be a funny story one day.

Makoto doubts it. He can’t imagine ever looking back on this and laughing.

He’d thought Rin dying was the worst it could get but watching Haru so determined to die is a thousand times worse.

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Sugawara/Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fairy tale au, prince daichi and prince kouchi, creepy shadow thing kuroo
Original Work: link by dynamite
Word Count: 564

I love the original fill of this but I did have to wonder what Daichi was doing with himself for all that time in a tower.

***

Daichi feels a bit bad about the situation, but it isn't like he asked to wake up after only a good night's sleep. He supposes even cranky old warlocks lose their touch after hundreds of years, and maybe its true Ukai the Black's grandson will be taking over the family business in the near future. He rolls over and huddles under the blankets and tries to fall back asleep, as if it's a Sunday morning when he woke up early even though he didn't have to, thinking maybe the curse will stick on the second go-round.

No such luck. Daichi sighs and climbs out of bed, picking up the gold circlet someone had the nicety to leave on the bedside table for him. He strides across the tower room — it only takes him five steps but on the other hand how much room did it take to sleep — and knocks smartly on the door before pulling it open.

"Ohohoho!" A great dark shadow looms over Daichi. "What have we here? Need someone to come and tuck you in, prince charming?"

"Is there any chance of breakfast?" Daichi asks. He tilts his head up to look at the shadow, looking back him, and then down to the cat at the shadow's feet. "You two must eat something, right?"

"I'm supposed to drink your nightmares while you sleep," the shadow leers.

Daichi offers him a thin smile. "Seems like we're both in need of takeout, then."

It is a bit boring in the tower. Daichi counts the stones in the floor, the tassels on the canopy, the clouds that drift by his window. He has the cat and the shadow to talk to, although he worries sometimes that he's giving the shadow too much encouragement, and the crows come to chatter, lured to the windowsill with food scraps. Daichi likes the crows best because they bring him news of Koushi's progress, and on Thursdays the smallest one brings a letter from the princess in the next tower over, then pecks and struts around Daichi's room curiously as Daichi pens his reply.

"Here you are." Daichi offers the crow his envelope. "Don't fool around this time." The crow caws, baleful, and Daichi taps his beak. "Unless you're stopping to help Koushi. Because I don't know what on earth is taking him so long, and it's quite boring in here."

But mostly Daichi waits and waits, and even if he doesn't sleep as much as he's been cursed to, he dreams anyway, of opening his eyes and seeing Koushi above him, or of keeping his eyes closed and letting Koushi break the spell with a kiss.

In the end it's nothing like that, Daichi in the middle of making tea, turning around at the sound of the door to find Koushi standing there with his hands on his hips, leaves in his hair and mud on his tunic. He's the most handsome prince Daichi has ever seen, and he tells Koushi that, then tells him again between kisses, and he keeps telling him as Koushi walks him backwards towards the bed and pushes him down on it.

Much later, sleepy and kiss-flushed and wearing Daichi's circlet on his hair at a jaunty angle, Koushi asks how Daichi knew he was coming anyway.

"Oh," Daichi says, offering Koushi a wide, silly grin. "A little bird told me."

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by hilaryfun
Word Count: 514



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"hey."

kazuya opens his eyes to find youichi kneeling on the floor in front of him, touching his cheek lightly. even in the dark and without his glasses, he can see the smile pulling at youichi's lips.

"hi," kazuya mumbles, reaching for his glasses. he doesn't even remember taking them off or falling asleep to begin with. "what time is it?"

"late," is youichi's answer as he cards a hand through kazuya's hair. "sorry. work kept me a lot longer than i thought. do you want to go to bed?"

kazuya shakes his head. "i can wait for you. that's what i was doing until i fell asleep. did you eat?"

"already done. i wanted to let you sleep, so i didn't wake you right when i got home," youichi explains, smiling at kazuya. "you look comfortable."

despite being on the floor in their living room--he'd moved there instead of the couch after a while when he was waiting for youichi to come home--he is comfortable. there's just one thing that would make it better...

"wanna see just how comfortable?" he asks, smiling back at youichi and lifting the spare blanket he'd pulled from their room earlier when he came to sit out here.

"how can i refuse an offer like that?" youichi joins him, pressed against his side, and sighs happily. "you're warm. it's freezing outside. and in here too, honestly."

"mmhmm... we should get our heater fixed."

youichi nods against kazuya's shoulder and wraps an arm around his waist. "we can do it tomorrow."

they lie there together for a while, and shortly after they'd settled down, kazuya feels himself drifting off to sleep again. it must be the same for youichi, because he hasn't said much since they laid down together under the thick and warm blanket.

"we should... move to the bed," youichi finally murmurs, but he doesn't make any effort to move. he's too tired, too comfortable lying under the makeshift bed they'd made. they might wake up with horrible neck aches in the morning from sleeping on the floor, but for now, it's comfortable.

"too tired to," kazuya says, a soft little whine. if youichi were to make any move to get up, he'd grab his wrist and ask him to stay. stay here. stay with him. comfortable and by his side.

he knows youichi would say yes either way. but he doesn't make an effort to move away or get up, just nuzzles his cheek against kazuya, sighing softly. "okay. it's too cold to move anyway."

kazuya nods in agreement, though he isn't sure that youichi sees that. if he does, youichi doesn't say anything about it. he just leans a little closer and presses his lips to kazuya's jaw. "love you," he mumbles, pressing another kiss to his skin.

kazuya smiles, and turns a little, squeezing youichi's waist as he presses his lips to his forehead. "love you too."

they fall asleep some time after that. warm and by each other's sides, and there's nothing better than this feeling--having each other to hold, to love, always.

Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[hilaryfun]

awww this is so sweet and wonderful! Thank you!

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: mentions of sexual content
Other Tags: pre-threesome, sexting, almost getting a boner on a train
Original Work: Wrap Your Spike Before You Smash that Pipe by mousapelli
Word Count: 483

i freaking love your fill dude, so... here's kuroo's point of view, because i couldn't get the thought of him on the train out of my head

***

The moment he opens Bokuto's pictures on his phone, Kuroo knows what's going to happen.

By themselves, the photos are fairly innocuous—Bokuto's shoes, his practice clothes, a running shower, a selfie. Together, though, they promise something later, and the tease of that something later is definitely going to be enough to send their boyfriend Akaashi into a full-on sex rage.

Which means Kuroo might have to skip the post-work get-together his coworkers have been talking about, because there's no way Akaashi is going to be able to wait very long.

The knowledge of what those pictures are probably doing to Akaashi right now turns Kuroo on more than the pictures themselves. He can imagine Akaashi stuck at his desk at work, glaring at his phone like it's the source of original sin. Kuroo is half tempted to send a couple pictures of his own, just to add fuel to the flames, but it seems like Bokuto has it covered. There's no need for him to get involved in their weird sex games—not yet.

At five o'clock on the dot, Kuroo makes his excuses and leaves work for the train. Just as he manages to secure a seat, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It's Bokuto.

[hope ur close to home bro. defcon 4 sex rage]

Kuroo brings his hand up to his lips to cover his laugh, then taps out his own reply.

[OBVS. you sent all those sex pics!!]

Akaashi must be home by now. He usually gets there at least fifteen minutes before Kuroo does, and if he rushed home today like Kuroo knows he probably did, then there's a good chance his boyfriends will be getting started without him. He can picture it—Akaashi, all hot and frustrated from having to be at work while Bokuto sent those pictures; Bokuto, smug but probably just as desperate from having to wait. The thought has Kuroo shifting his work bag onto his lap as inconspicuously as he can manage. He opens his messaging app again and taps out another message to Bokuto.

[dude show me ur dick right now]

It's another minute or so before Bokuto's reply comes, but when it does, it's a picture message. Kuroo glances around the mostly empty train and then surreptitiously peeks at his phone.

Wow. Bokuto is really hard. Kuroo swallows and tries to school his face into something appropriately neutral for an average afternoon commuter. It's not easy, but, well. This isn't the first time this has happened. Kuroo is experienced. He adjusts his bag a little more squarely on his lap and turns off the screen of his phone.

God, how did he manage to snag not one, but two ridiculously hot boyfriends? Kuroo will never know.

The train is almost at his stop. He'll be home soon. Very soon.

He hopes his boyfriends can wait that long.

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[mousapelli]

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT!!! Lol I love how well Kuroo knows them and that he's a shameless promoter of the chaos, and that even though he totally asked for Bokuto to do the thing while Kuroo's in public, it still does him in just a LITTLE more than is ok for public transportation.

Thanks for linking me this gem!! It's so cute!

FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, T

[hilaryfun]

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Kuramochi Youichi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link
Word Count: None

They managed not to be selected at the reaping, however when their district was attacked they joined the rebellion together fighting for justice. Thank you for your wonderful fill on round three - I love the Hunger Games!

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FILL: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru, E

[aicqt]

Ship: Kuroo/daichi/suga
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major tags: Sexual content
Other tags: Polyamory
Original work: link by nyatsuuuu
Word count: 634



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crossposted here

FILL: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru, T

[aicqt]

Ship: Miyuki/kataoka
Fandom: Daiya
Major tags: Implications of violence, blood
Original work: link
Other tags: none
Word count: none



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[transmiyuki]

pleased trilling <3