sportsanime | Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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!) Ship: Fandom: Major Tags: (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) Other Tags: (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.) Original Work: <a href="url">link</a> (place the DW link here) Word Count: (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 )
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- 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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(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!) Ship: Fandom: Major Tags: (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) Other Tags: (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.) Original Work: <a href="url">link</a>(place the DW link here) Word Count: (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 )
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SCORING

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

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First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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Ship: kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by

hailing
Word Count: 415

this is pure mush tbh.

***

ryousuke still seems half asleep at the airport, dressed in an old hoodie of youichi's that's decidedly too big for him and carelessly finger combed bedhead, but he smiles when he sees youichi. it eases something in youichi that he forgets can get tense, the stress of travel washing away at the sight of ryousuke waiting for him with a bag full of junk food.

"you didn't have to come all the way down here for the redeye," youichi says, pressing a kiss to ryousuke's forehead. ryousuke shrugs in his arms, collar of the hoodie sliding to reveal a bare shoulder. he really did just roll out of bed and hit the konbini before coming to the airport, and youichi feels himself melting with fondness.

"who else is going to keep you out of trouble," ryousuke says, yawning as they start for the door. he lets youichi take the bag of snacks, leaning into the arm youichi slides around his shoulders. "you're always hungry after a long flight and you're always grumpy when you're hungry so, really, i'm performing a public service."

youichi laughs, the sound hushed the way everything is in the early am. he is tired but he couldn't be grouchy now if he wanted to be, heart swollen with tenderness and thoroughly disarmed. "you know me so well," he says.

"i should hope so, by now," ryousuke says, trying for haughty and missing entirely. he must not have gotten much sleep at all. youichi makes a face, mainly because he would like to kiss ryousuke and they're in public.

*

"i'm going to shower but you should go back to bed," youichi says when they get home, bag of half-eaten snacks abandoned on the kitchen counter and ryousuke now looking thoroughly kissed in addition to being adorable and sleepy. it's kind of irresistible but youichi is capable of behaving himself.

"mmm okay," ryousuke says, tilting his face up to allow youichi one more kiss before he shuffles off toward the bedroom. youichi watches him go, hands half hidden by the hoodie sleeves, hair only more mussed where youichi's put his hands on it. it's good to be home.

ryousuke's already asleep when youichi slides into bed next to him, jeans discarded in the hamper and hoodie tossed over the back of a chair. youichi kisses his temple and arranges himself around him, entire body relaxing the way it only can in his own bed. "good night," he says, and closes his eyes.

Ship: kageyama/hinata, kageyama & hinata & daichi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: I’m off-key, too, and trying to be kinda quiet for the neighbors, so please forgive the real human voice with flaws
Original Work: another aria by

multilinear
Word Count: None

so, kageyama and hinata yelling opera at each other means daichi now has to respond, right?

***

Please listen here!

If the two of you do not stop fighting
you will not play here
this team has been through enough last year

you need to learn
to shut up and not knock off someone’s wig
to shut up and not knock off someone’s wig
I can't believe that you are my kouhai

so go away
until you both can play

at karaaaaaasuno
is a place where both of you two will not go
here at karaaaaaaaaaasuno

I hope I have made myself quite clear

Edited 2017-08-19 21:55 (UTC)

Ship: kageyama/tsukishima
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content for original and implied here
Other Tags: poetry fill
Original Work: broom closet antics by

marks
Word Count: 27 lines

***

'we were on a perfectly good bed,'
tsukishima says
slipping out of his pants, his underwear
'why are we stepping into this shower?'

kageyama has turned on the water
kageyama is already naked, inside
he has a hand on the glass shower door
‘let’s go,’ he says, skipping the question

‘pushy,’ tsukishima says, and takes his time
folding his glasses
folding his shirt
folding his socks
until kageyama grabs him by the wrist and pulls him in

they knock into the tile wall
tsukishima rocks back into the glass door
‘pushy,’ he repeats, and turns the hot water on

they kiss and distract each other
until kageyama pulls back panting
‘it didn’t feel right,’ kageyama says as he kisses down tsukishima’s torso
as he kneels

‘it’s a bed,’ tsukishima says
pulling kageyama’s hair

‘it was too much space,’ kageyama tells tsukishima’s thigh

‘what,’ tsukishima gasps, curls forward,
‘were you thinking we needed a closet?’

kageyama pulls back, grins
‘yeah, you get the idea.’

Edited 2017-08-19 22:12 (UTC)

Ship: ayase chihaya / wakamiya shinobu
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by

luckycricket33
Word Count: none

"A challenge then," the Queen of Heart says.

chihaya =

horchata
shinobu =

dynamite

***

linked here!

Edited 2017-08-19 22:35 (UTC)

Ship: Kominato Ryosuke/Kuramochi Youichi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fantasy
Original Work: link by kuramochi

Im always a sucker for fantasy/church related AUs I was so excited to remix this lovely work

***

full size

Edited 2017-08-19 22:34 (UTC)

Ship: ayase chihaya / wakamiya shinobu
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by

luckycricket33
Word Count: none

it's probably not a dance off

chihaya =

horchata
shinobu =

dynamite

***

linked here!

Edited 2017-08-19 22:35 (UTC)

Ship: Koga Kimitaka & Kanzaki Tooji
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

krankran
Word Count: None

that fic could’ve sent me to the hospital on its own accord its so dangerous and hurts so much (i love it)

***

link

Ship: akashi/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: manga/anime spoilers
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by

kiyala
Word Count: 480

***

The locker room is silent when Himuro enters it. Silent, and empty, too, apart from the one person he's not sure he can face after the results of that match. He'd just returned from his talk with Alex—where apologies and forgiveness had flowed in equal measure—though his heart is not quite done wrangling with reason about having similar talk with Taiga. Speaking with Akashi seems herculean at this point, when their winning streak has run dry and all their mistakes were brought to light.

There's an awards ceremony coming up, and a planned celebration party to cancel, all of which Himuro isn't quite ready to face. Never mind their captain, who had been leading them all this time, through countless triumphs and a most significant defeat. Akashi is sitting on a bench with his back to the entrance, head bowed to something on his lap.

"It's quiet in here," says Himuro as he steps inside, for lack of anything more substantial to say. Akashi lifts his head at the sound, though he doesn't glance over his shoulder just yet.

"Noise is reserved for the victors," he says, and though the sentence should be bitter, given the outcome, it doesn't sound like it from his lips.

"But we never were loud champions, were we?" says Himuro, because even if he's only been here for half a year, and even if the team initially didn't have place for him, the image he has of himself in his mind is streaked in white and sky blue.

"I thought it foolish to dwell on a single victory when there was more to be had in the future."

"Thought?"

More than a simple lack of bitterness, amusement colors Akashi's voice. "I'm certain you're aware of why I may have reconsidered my point of view." It leaves as quickly as it comes, when Akashi finally looks up, and looks right at Himuro, his expression rueful, and not something Himuro would've pegged for him to have ever worn. "I haven't been fair to you, Himuro."

In his palm is the ring and chain Himuro hasn't seen in so long, pushed to the back of his mind in pursuit of something better. Akashi had done him a favor by taking it away, the way he's doing him a favor now, too, by giving it back.

"You have someone you want to make amends with, don't you?" continues Akashi, his smile soft with hope. Himuro hasn't forgotten the events of the match, hasn't forgotten the blue eyes that had sought out Akashi's across the court, pleading for understanding (the same way Taiga's had pleaded with his own.)

Himuro closes his fingers around the necklace Akashi placed on his palm, its weight familiar, and no longer unwelcome.

"Don't think I haven't noticed, captain," he says, finding it himself to smile back. "I think the same goes for you."

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Eating habits
Other Tags: Magic au
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 406

***

Atsushi doesn't mind taking the indirect approach for Tatsuya, growing flowers around the place and just leaving them there for him to find, not quite encouraging him to eat every flower he sees, but still quietly enabling it.

He doesn't really see the point, though. He'd much rather be direct about it; Tatsuya knows that this is a bad habit and he isn't stopping anyway. Atsushi doesn't think that he's in a position to judge Tatsuya for that, and it's more of a relief than anything else. If Tatsuya wants to eat flowers, all Atsushi wants to do is let him. He doesn't see how it's any different to the way Tatsuya comes home with one of his reusable shopping bags stuffed full of snacks from the convenience store at the end of their street. If Tatsuya can pull out packets of chips and cookies and candy and press them into Atsushi's hands with a fond smile, then Atsushi doesn't understand why he can't just do the same.

He tries it one morning, when he can feel the magic sitting just under the surface, collecting into his fingertips the way that it sometimes does, when it wants to be used.

"Muro-chin," he calls, and he pulls Tatsuya close with one hand around his arm. With the other, he strokes his thumb across Tatsuya's lips, just feeling the softness of them for a moment, before he forms a rose at the tip of his fingers.

Tatsuya looks up at him, the petals of the rose kissing his lips, and Atsushi can see the question in his expression.

"If you like doing something, just do it," Atsushi mumbles, plucking the outside petals off the rose and offering them up to Tatsuya.

"You know what they say," Tatsuya replies, not opening his mouth wide enough to accept the petals. "About eating flowers."

"People say all kinds of things," Atsushi says dismissively. "Do what makes you happy."

Tatsuya sighs and opens his mouth then, letting Atsushi feed him the petals. He bites down, shutting his eyes and humming softly as he chews, and Atsushi's eaten his own flowers once or twice, purely out of curiosity after watching Tatsuya eat them. He doesn't think they taste that special, but Tatsuya always makes it seem like he's eating the most wonderful thing in the world.

It's a nice thing to watch, when Atsushi is hand-feeding him something he's made himself.

Ship: Kise/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by

kiyala
Word Count: 408

***

The universe is a lonely place. Lovers, soul mates, companions, people on Yukio’s planet have them here. Yukio’s got friends, a brother, sure, but he always falls lower on their hierarchy of importance and that’s just the way it is, the way it’s going to be. Some nights, though, he listens to the stars, hears whispers from light years away, another planet orbiting another star. The name Ryouta, as if spoken in a code. Secrets, from the small and childish about stealing someone else’s idea and perfecting it to the larger, about how lonely he feels, something that Yukio feels resonating him a chord struck perfectly through the body of a guitar. As if the secrets of the stars are in response to the secrets he has given them.

He thinks that Ryouta must be frivolously beautiful from the way he speaks of things, from the way he acts, or says he does. A gorgeous voice, a light laugh, airy fingers. At Yukio’s lowest, he imagines them brushing over his skin. He’s pathetic; he’s lonely; he’s waiting all night for another whisper from the stars, brushing close to his heart as they always do. And Yukio stops whispering his own trivial secrets to the stars and starts replying.

Sound travels slower than light; these replies may never reach Ryouta (if this works like physics and Yukio is beginning to believe it doesn’t). Still, he dispenses advice, telling Ryouta to be as honest with others as he is with the stars, at least half as honest. Agreeing with his loneliness. Shared loneliness might be even worse to feel, because they’re across galaxies where they cannot touch, where despite the potential, the massive potential like the inside of the core of a star, there is no real capacity to go anywhere. They will never leap among the stars, meeting each other, and perhaps it’s for the better. Perhaps they’ve built each other up into these ethereal sorts of beings, set too much on each other’s shoulders that they cannot feel through a whisper and a name. Perhaps they would be massive disappointments for each other, their voices sounding all wrong without the mouthpieces of the stars. Perhaps there’s no Ryouta at all, just the wanton cruelty of the cosmos, fooling Yukio into staying all night to stare at something that doesn’t exist.

Perhaps, considering how short a human life is, none of this really matters in the scheme of things.

Ship: Aomine/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by

fickle
Word Count: 403

***

Kise smiles, thinking about a movie. A woman staring in the mirror and doing her lips blood red, about to die, singing about her heart breaking but smiling still. He’s not the star of a musical; he’s not dying of something modern medicine has long since solved; his own breakup is already over, except it’s not, creeping back into his fingers, glaring at him in a headline, the pieces of their relationship crumbled and torn to shreds by the paparazzi, endless speculation even though none of it’s true. They can’t hit the marks blind, not when the marks are hidden and moving behind shields. Not when even Aomine had been too dumb to realize it was coming.

That’s harsh, but it’s easier to think of things like this, to make it seem like it’s all for the best. It is all for the best, and Kise smiles, places his hand on the other model’s shoulder as he’s directed, stares into her half-lidded brown eyes. Her lips are parted. He thinks about the contours of her face, the brand of foundation she had probably used. What is this even a campaign for?

Since the breakup it’s all been like this. Everything fading into the background, seeming more unimportant, shades of dreary grey as Kise’s smile grows wider and wider, faker and brighter by the minute. The lure of a deep sea fish, by the time you get close and realize it’s far too late. It’s too late to go back, to try and have another shot at that kind of happiness. It hadn’t been theirs to have, anyway; it wasn’t then and it isn’t now.

Aomine’s probably drinking away his troubles, but he’s got Momoi to keep him from getting in too deep. She’d left him a voicemail about cleaning up his messes and depending on her and it had been harsh, but it’s not like he hadn’t deserved it (not that people get what they deserve in this world anyway). He knows which bars to avoid, which parts of the city Aomine’s likely to stick to, as if it’s their child and they’ve carved it up in a custody battle, taking what they will and battling over it. Kise had left Aomine the apartment, all of their shared things; the rest of the city, the downtown lights, the encroaching billboards, he’ll keep for himself. It’s not fair, but Kise’s never been fair.

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Magic au
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 422

***

Creating a storm together with Atsushi is everything that Tatsuya has always expected that it would be like.

If he's being entirely honest, the part that he cares about the most is the way that it feels to have Atsushi's magic linking in with his. For all the control and precision that Tatsuya likes to employ in his day to day life, he just doesn't have that level of control when it comes to his own magic. It sneaks out of him more often than not and he'd like to think that it's because he has too much of it to contain, but he knows that it's not the case. Especially not when he lives with Atsushi, who is absolutely bursting with his own power and still manages to find the right time and place and intensity for it.

The fault lies within Tatsuya himself, but he can ignore that a little better when it's not just his magic that he's putting into a spell. He expects Atsushi's magic to overwhelm his and for the most part, that's exactly what happens, but he's surprised when he can feel his own magic hold its own, with Atsushi's wrapping around it and amplifying it. They can direct each other, the storm growing over their heads, and Tatsuya leans back against Atsushi, feeling his body warmth through their layers of clothing while the temperature in the air around them drops.

Atsushi sniffs loudly, and it makes Tatsuya smile. He's always hated the cold.

He isn't surprised at all that even when he's doing his best and pouring as much of his magic into this as he can, it's still barely anything compared to Atsushi's. He tries not to dwell on it, knowing that if he's noticed it, then surely Atsushi has as well. He isn't done developing his skills just yet, and he isn't going to give up any time soon. Feeling Atsushi's magic coursing through him is more of a motivator than anything else. This is what he wants to feel constantly, this kind of magic running through his veins, this level of control.

The storm that rages around them is beautiful; a product of them working in harmony with each other. It doesn't matter what it is they're doing, or how far behind Tatsuya is in skill compared to Tatsuya. Despite everything, they'll still have this bone-deep understanding of each other, knowing exactly how to fit together.

It's not enough for Tatsuya on its own, but it's always been a good start.

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 435

***

Atsushi doesn't understand the way that he feels.

It's cute to watch, Tatsuya thinks to himself as he continues to do absolutely nothing to help Atsushi along to the conclusion that they're both waiting for. He doesn't understand the concept of caring like this, he doesn't know what it is about Tatsuya that pulls the feeling out of him, and the very thought of that fills Tatsuya with a very selfish kind of pride. He likes being the only one who can make Atsushi listen to what he has to say, long past the point where he would have told anyone else to shut up, or simply would have walked away. He likes being the one that can push Atsushi into trying, when it comes to sports, or anything else that Tatsuya might care about, just because he wants Tatsuya to pay him the same level of attention that he's paying to something else.

Most of all, he likes the helpless way that Atsushi will look at him sometimes without even realising; like he doesn't know what he's feeling but he's simply accepted it as a fact of life now, that this is how he feels for Tatsuya and it's not going to change. This isn't about power or control to Tatsuya, and it might very well be one of the only things that isn't, but he loves the feeling that Atsushi gives him, the satisfaction of caring about someone so deeply and not expecting anything in return, only to be pleasantly surprised.

When they end up in Atsushi's bed, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi still doesn't quite understand. He's working off his instincts, though, and despite his laziness, despite how much effort he puts into not caring about anything at all, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi's instincts are good, that he trusts them, that he's doing this because he knows that he wants to.

Tatsuya can taste it in his kisses, lips crushed against Tatsuya's with a little too much force, just this side of painful. Perhaps Tatsuya should have expected that Atsushi would have kissed like this, and he definitely should have known that he'd like it, but both things manage to catch him by surprise.

Atsushi's hands are demanding, grasping at Tatsuya's arms, at his skin, greedy and explorative. Tatsuya opens up for him, lets Atsushi take everything that he wants and then some, letting him figure this out for himself.

When he wakes up the next morning in Atsushi's arms, to the feeling of their foreheads pressed against each other, Atsushi stroking his fingers down Tatsuya's back, he knows that it's worked out.

Ship: kageyama/yamaguchi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: image/cosplay fill with a caption
Original Work: kags & yams by

marks
Word Count: None

that one line stuck in my head forever, and I wanted to take this picture for your fill for a long time

***

After, when the moon had vanished, and most of the others had gone back, Yamaguchi stayed with Kageyama. It was hard to talk after something so tiring, so exhausting, had taken so much energy from him, and Yamaguchi knew by now that Kageyama was no good for words. But for all that Yamaguchi felt he could not do during the thickest part of Kageyama’s transformation, now, as it finishes and ebbs from his body, now Yamaguchi could do the most good.

He remembered Kageyama telling him in the greenhouse how much he hates the full moon, and so Yamaguchi snuggles close to Kageyama’s belly, wriggles his way to Kageyama’s now all the way human elbow, and chirps and purrs soft noises, chitters little stories from classes shared with other Houses, moves his nose and jerks his head when Kageyama seems close to falling asleep (because Kageyama hates waking up out the in the wrong place, too cold and too human for the places he ran as a wolf), squeaks if he has to. Kageyama may hate the full moon itself, but Yamaguchi wants to make sure he has no reason to hate his experience before, during, or after. And his little body can be just the right amount of comfort while Kageyama knits himself back together, warm and soft and sweet.

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content, Underage
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 445

***

here

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, monsterboy Himuro
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 448

***

Life continues as normal.

Tatsuya keeps expecting for it to change, now that Atsushi knows the truth, but it doesn't. The only real difference is that they walk back to the dorms together this time, once Tatsuya has transformed back into his human form, and when Tatsuya collapses tiredly in Atsushi's arms this time, both of them crowded into Atsushi's single bed that can barely fit him alone, there's a sense of understanding in the air. Atsushi kisses his forehead and doesn't pull away, staying where he is and breathing Tatsuya in, like he's also reassuring himself that nothing has changed.

Tatsuya is quick to fall asleep against Atsushi just as he is every other Sunday afternoon, but the only difference is that this time, he isn't wearing a frown on his face as he does. He realises it once he wakes, when his face feels much more relaxed than he's used to. He sits up in bed, Atsushi asleep underneath him, snoring softly, and touches his forehead, everything only making sense in retrospect.

He hums to himself, and kisses the tip of Atsushi's nose before he leaves to his own room.

Nothing else changes either. They still have ice cream together and Atsushi still wants to lick the sweetness out of his mouth, pushing Tatsuya against the wall of his room and crowding into his space, kissing him until he doesn't taste of ice cream any more, and then continuing to kiss him for a while after, too.

They still spend all of their time together, side by side like they've lived their entire lives like this and don't know how to be any different. Tatsuya knows it's not true; he's incredibly conscious of this fact now, that if Atsushi wants, he can just stop spending his time with Tatsuya, and stay in his room, or find someone else. Atsushi stays, though, and sometime during the week, Tatsuya stops constantly expecting him to go.

When Sunday rolls around again, Tatsuya is unsure of everything. He doesn't know whether he should invite Atsushi along, now that there's no point in hiding anything from him. He won't deny that Atsushi's presence was calming, once Tatsuya got over his initial apprehension, but he doesn't know if this is something that he should bring up, when they haven't spoken about it all week.

It's Atsushi who finally says something, who seeks him out on Sunday morning and says, "Do you want me to come with you?"

Tatsuya finds himself thinking of dozing in the sun together with Atsushi, no fear between them, nothing but acceptance, just like there has been for the past week.

"Yeah," he answers finally. "I'd like that."

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, eating
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

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Word Count: 415

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It's too hot for this, but Atsushi finds it difficult to care about that with Tatsuya kissing him the way that he is.

Tatsuya doesn't quite climb into his lap, which is good, because Atsushi would only complain about them being too close, about not needing a warm body pressed against his when it already feels like the world is trying to melt him. Atsushi wants him closer, though, and that's an annoying thought. He pushes his tongue into Tatsuya's mouth, letting him suck on it until he's gotten all the sugar off, and when they pull apart, his face feels far too warm. Tatsuya's skin is flushed too, a pretty pink on his cheeks that then travels down his neck, into the deep cut of his t-shirt that shows off his collarbones and suddenly, Atsushi wants to lick them. He wants his mouth all over Tatsuya and he growls at the back of his throat, dipping his fingers into the ice cream container and pulling out a bigger piece of cake, with all the frosting and ice cream, putting it into his mouth before he can actually voice any of the thoughts that he's having.

It doesn't change anything; Tatsuya's still watching him in the same, contemplative way, and Atsushi's the one who leans in for a kiss this time, pleased when Tatsuya obliges.

"Too hot," Atsushi complains anyway when they pull apart, just for appearance's sake.

Tatsuya laughs at him. Atsushi's fingers go back to the ice cream. It's barely even cool to the touch any more. It's disappointing.

"Maybe," Tatsuya says, his fingers wrapping around Atsushi's wrist, "we should put the ice cream in the freezer for a while so we can enjoy it later, when it's cold."

Atsushi has never been one for delayed gratification, but the way Tatsuya is looking at him promises him that just because they won't be eating ice cream for a while yet, that doesn't mean that Atsushi is going to stop enjoying himself.

"…Or is it too hot for that?" Tatsuya asks, raising his eyebrow with a smile. "It's your decision, Atsushi."

"Like fuck it is," Atsushi grumbles, taking the lid and putting it back on the ice cream container with one hand, and pulling Tatsuya closer with the other. "You know exactly what I'm going to say, don't you?"

Tatsuya smiles at him, fond and victorious all at once. "I might have an idea, yes. Let me put the ice cream away first."

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: they're both naked in the showers together, but it's still pretty tame
Original Work: link by

moetushie
Word Count: 412

***

Atsushi doesn't think that he was built to withstand this; Tatsuya standing in front of him, still naked and wet from his shower, some of the soap suds not washed away just yet, smiling up at him and waiting to be kissed.

To be fair, Atsushi doesn't think that most people are built to withstand something quite this beautiful. He can't be blamed for giving in. Not even when he rests his hands on Tatsuya's waist, pulling him even closer while he deepens the kiss.

"Atsushi," Tatsuya murmurs against his lips, and it's a warning and a plea for more, all rolled into one.

"No one else is going to be walking in here," Atsushi reasons. That's exactly why he likes going last. He can take his time, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about anyone else coming by.

He's starting to see the benefits of Tatsuya hanging back, even after the rest of the team is gone.

"I guess so," Tatsuya murmurs with a smile, reaching behind Atsushi and turning the hot water tap on, shutting his eyes as the water cascades down over them both.

Atsushi just needs to take a moment to stare, glad that he's doing it while Tatsuya has his eyes closed, because he knows there's no way he'll manage to hold back the look of utter adoration. Tatsuya is devastatingly beautiful like this, his wet hair pushed back out of his face, his eyelashes dark against his pale skin, and Atsushi reaches out, stroking his thumb across the skin just under Tatsuya's mole, before he leans in and kisses it.

"Atsushi?" Tatsuya asks, and there's a smile in his voice that says that he doesn't need to ask what Atsushi's doing at all. He knows the effect he has on people, and he knows the effect he has on Atsushi best of all.

"I can't stand your face," Atsushi mutters, and they've been dating for long enough that Tatsuya hears it for the compliment that it is. "Just looking at you makes me angry."

"How do you think I feel?" Tatsuya asks, a smile pulling at his lips. "You're so big, Atsushi. Turn around. Let me wash your back."

"Always my back," Atsushi mutters, but he's smiling too, glad that Tatsuya can't see it when he's facing the other direction.

He lets Tatsuya wash him, scrubbing the sweat and dirt away, and doesn't mind so much when Tatsuya's hands wander.

Ship: ayase chihaya / wakamiya shinobu
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by

sotongsotong
Word Count: none

chihaya =

horchata
shinobu =

dynamite

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Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, underage
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

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Word Count: 437

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Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: future fic
Original Work: link by

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Word Count: 501

***

There's always a period of silence after they've fought. It's the opposite of the calm before a storm; a frozen silence with anger still hanging so thick in the air that Atsushi can almost taste it, he could almost choke on it if he lets himself.

Tatsuya doesn't want to talk to him. He doesn't even want to look at Atsushi these days and that's fine. It's making Atsushi angry in return, because he doesn't know what else to do. He knows Tatsuya won't listen to him and take care of himself, but he doesn't know how he can take care of Tatsuya instead. He isn't good at dealing with delicate matters; he smashes his way through problems and perhaps it doesn't always work, but it's the only way he knows how and if Tatsuya decides that it's not good enough for him, if going through this argument enough times is what finally pushes him to leave, then—

Atsushi doesn't know what to do. It feels like a running theme these days, with Tatsuya.

He takes solace in the fact that Tatsuya isn't the one that's leaving. He's told Atsushi to leave him alone, he's pushed all that he can, but Atsushi is good at planting his feet and refusing to budge. It's how they've gotten this far. He's going to stand firm this time, too.

Tatsuya doesn't come to bed when Atsushi's in it, and gets out if he wakes when Atsushi joins him. Atsushi takes the couch, small and uncomfortable as it is, because he'd rather deal with that than let Tatsuya sleep on something uncomfortable when he's so tired and injured and still trying to drag himself through like none of it even matters.

It leaves Atsushi sore, but he stretches himself out in their bed when Tatsuya's out, his back protesting painfully, his face pressed against the mattress just so he won't groan.

Tatsuya finds him there when he gets home, and for the first time since losing the game, willingly enters a room with Atsushi already in it.

"Does it hurt?" Tatsuya asks, pressing his hand down on Atsushi's back.

"A little," Atsushi replies, hoping he can trade a truth for a truth. "Your arm?"

"It's getting better," Tatsuya replies.

The silence falls over them again, and Tatsuya draws a breath.

Atsushi speaks first. "I told the managers that if they don't keep both of us, I'm leaving."

"You can't do that," Tatsuya replies immediately.

"I did it," Atsushi shrugs. "I'm not playing, if I can't play with you. It's going to be too boring."

Tatsuya huffs out a quiet laugh. "You're so frustrating, Atsushi, you know that?"

"Yeah," Atsushi says softly. "Sorry. I just care about you. I'm not good at showing it like other people do."

"Yeah," Tatsuya repeats, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Atsushi's back, and it feels like the ice in the air is beginning to thaw. "I guess that goes for both of us."

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

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Word Count: 442

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Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: demon Murasakibara
Original Work: link by

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Word Count: 410

***

The demon stays.

Well, that's not the full truth of it. Atsushi says because Tatsuya doesn't allow him to leave. There's a difference between spells of summoning and spells that banish demons back to where they came from.

Tatsuya isn't so foolish to think that he can withhold the promise of going home to a demon until he gets what he wants, but Atsushi stands there in the summoning circle, frowning down at him between strands of his long, purple hair, and folds his arms across his chest.

"Are you really going to keep me here until you get the power you want?" Atsushi demands, and he steps out of the circle, breaking through Tatsuya's seals like they're nothing.

This is an ancient demon, Tatsuya remembers. One whose power has been canonised for centuries. Not the best demon to make demands of, but Tatsuya stands his ground anyway, even as the demon steps closer to him, towering over him in an obvious attempt at intimidation.

It would work on most people, Tatsuya thinks. People who act based on instinct. Tatsuya knows that when summoning demons, the most important thing he needs to do is to keep a cool head. Demons are full of tricks, but they've gotten used to them working over time, and they're easy to see through, if Tatsuya takes the time to look.

So when he refuses to back down, Atsushi hums quietly and says, "I don't really care about you, but you're not as boring as the other humans who have tried summoning me."

"Tried?" Tatsuya asks, feeling a rush of pride that he's succeeded where others have failed.

"The summoning circles are a call," Atsushi tells him. "I'm the one who decides if I want to answer."

"And you answered me."

Atsushi hums in agreement. "I always answer the pretty ones. I've never met someone as stubborn as you, though. I can feel it rolling off you in waves. If you're going to make me stay, then I guess it just can't be helped."

Tatsuya huffs out a quiet laugh. "It sounds to me like you're making excuses not to go home."

"I don't know why you would say that," Atsushi replies, walking towards Tatsuya's kitchen, his wings so large that the ends of them trail on the floor behind him. "I don't know how long it's been since I've last been summoned here. What kind of snacks do you have these days? I'm hungry."

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

ellipsometry
Word Count: 436

***

Once they're sitting at a table in the dessert café that Atsushi wanted to go, Tatsuya finds himself wondering how he ever missed the fact that Atsushi has been spending enough time in the arcade to accumulate the number of tickets that he has.

He's wondering how he didn't zero in on Atsushi from the very first moment that he walked into the arcade; he and Satsuki work most of their shifts together except for the early mornings when the place isn't busy enough to warrant two staff members. If Atsushi has been hanging around for long enough that Satsuki had noticed his interest in Tatsuya and encouraged it, Tatsuya must have been blind, or really really tired, not to notice him too.

"It was really annoying, you know," Atsushi says, arms folded on the table because the chair is a little too short of him to lean back against it. "I only started coming to the arcade because you were working there, but I didn't want to give myself away so I only went in when Sa-chin was working and she's nice and everything, but it wasn't as fun as seeing you."

"Well, you have my time now," Tatsuya replies with a smile. Atsushi has his number, too, and Tatsuya is already hoping for a second date because he thought that Atsushi was big before, but it's nothing compared to when they're sitting this close to each other, and all the dessert spoons look tiny in Atsushi's fingers.

Tatsuya swallows hard, looking at the cake sitting in his own plate, and has an idea.

"Atsushi," he murmurs, cutting a piece of his cake with the edge of his fork and then spearing it, holding it up. "Do you want to taste?"

With a nod, Atsushi leans forward. He takes Tatsuya's wrist in his fingers, guiding his hand close enough that he can put the piece of cake into his mouth. Tatsuya wonders if Atsushi can feel his pulse fluttering at just how big Atsushi's hands are.

He wonders how soon their second date can be, and where Tatsuya can take him, so that he can make excuses to just climb Atsushi the way he wants.

He could always just invite Atsushi over to his place. His mouth is dry just thinking about it.

"Mm, I can bake better cakes," Atsushi hums, even though he doesn't seem to mind eating this one either. "Maybe you can come over someday, and I can show you."

Tatsuya grins. It's nice to know that as much as he wants Atsushi, it's mutual. "Yeah. That sounds good to me."

Ship: ayase chihaya / wakamiya shinobu
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by

sotongsotong
Word Count: none

chihaya =

horchata
shinobu =

dynamite

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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, G

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, M

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G