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:

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Comments

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 573

Imayoshi goes to Kirisaki Daiichi first and Hanamiya follows. I am such a sucker for this ship. Warnings for violence, crippling sports injury and … yeah this is just an AU, I just want to write these two winning, I’m so sorry.

***

Hanamiya’s not Aomine. He’s heard about how the ace of the Generation of Miracles whines that nobody can match him, that basketball’s so easy that it’s no longer a challenge.

Idiot..

Why would anyone want an equal? Hanamiya has one in Imayoshi but he never wanted anyone to see through him. He never felt lonely because he’d been on his own, a boy with an intellect so sharp and refined that his genius was monstrous.

He’d never asked for Imayoshi and yet, when it was time to choose a school, Hanamiya followed him to Kirisaki Daiichi.

No other captain would let him have as much fun, Hanamiya tells himself even though he knows that any other captain, he could force into retirement easily.

*

“What a faithful kouhai,” Imayoshi says and Hanamiya wants to shatter his teeth, break that perpetual smile and see what Imayoshi looks like with blood all over his face and dripping down from his lips.

It’s the closest to arousal that Hanamiya can come.

*

Together, they’ll take revenge for how cruelly Teiko dominated the court. With the Generation of Miracles split up, they are far easier prey.

After all, Hanamiya’s not aiming to win. All he needs to do is cripple them - and Imayoshi will lead Kirisaki Daiichi to victory, sending the players sliding along the lines of Hanamiya’s spiderweb.


*

Kise’s foot gives out, apparently suffering the aftereffects of a match with Aomine, and Hanamiya barely resists the urge to toss a Teardrop shot over his prone body. He feigns shock instead, kneeling over Kise, and apologizes tearfully.

*

Midorima takes so long to wind up for his perfect 3-point shots. It’s the easiest thing in the world to close the web tight around him, to screen him from view and shove him down right as he starts to rise. He hits the ground hard, leg twisted at a strange angle, and the Uncrowned King stands triumphant over the fallen Miracle.

*

Aomine’s shoulder is still weak from his game with Kise. Tch. The way he carries himself makes it so obvious that Hanamiya wonders what Aomine is even doing on the court. Did the coach think nothing else would do to beat Kirisaki Daiichi? Well. It’s a compliment, in a way.

Hanamiya pays back the compliment by driving his elbow into Aomine’s shoulder as Aomine’s coming down from a rebound. No more shots for Aomine. That shoulder will twinge every winter and remind Aomine of his arrogance in playing injured.

*

The purple monster Murasakibara is more of a problem than Hanamiya had expected. He’s too big for any of the Kirisaki Daiichi members to screen effectively. They’d have to climb on top of each other’s shoulders to block him from view completely.

They whittle him down slowly, a war of attrition, until finally Murasakibara’s knee is weak enough to crack and cripple him.

*

The night before the match before Rakuzen, Hanamiya and Imayoshi are going over strategies in Imayoshi’s room. Hanamiya huffs, finally, and pushes the notebook away.

“If the trick really is to be deaf and not make eye contact, we’re going to have to be practically mindreaders to coordinate with each other,” he says, flopping back to lie on Imayoshi’s bed.

Imayoshi’s eyes open just a crack, revealing stainless steel eyes (blades thirsting for blood) and he runs his hand along Hanamiya’s cheek. “Not if you take him out first, my little assassin.”

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Sugawara/Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: magic au, memory magic, Sugawara is a sneak, Daichi never gets the last word in.
Original Work: link
Word Count: 671

Magic AU! Mine's a bit silly when the original was so pretty, but I hope you like it anyway.

***

The problem with Daichi's grand romantic gestures is that they're so hard to top. But Sugawara hasn't met a romantic cliche he couldn't best yet, so in the early pink light just after dawn, Sugawara slips quietly out of bed and leaves Daichi snoring behind him. They had a late night, so Sugawara has plenty of time.

Sugawara loves this time of day, when everything in his garden is still dew-slick, the heads of the flowers heavy with it as they nod to Sugawara in passing, his fingers collecting dew as well when he trails them along the ivy winding his fence or the sunflowers that are almost up to his waist now. He looks around his garden for inspiration, but the trouble is that Daichi has seen all of the cute and beautiful things Sugawara keeps hidden here. He'll have to go further afield for a true surprise.

His timing is good; Asahi is coming up the path with a wheelbarrow full of apples from his orchard, heading to market with them. Sugawara flags him down to chat, asking about his apple trees in the same way he asks after Asahi himself, all of them old friends.

"Come see them yourself," Asahi chuckles, offering Sugawara an apple, mottled beautiful red and yellow. "You know how they love to gossip with you."

"Pick me up on your way back," Sugawara agrees. "I'm busy at the moment, trying to surprise Daichi. He showed up at my window last night with a pocket full of stars."

"Of course he did." Asahi seems deeply amused. "I'm afraid all I have to offer you is apples to take home to him, and sweet as they are they're not exactly surprising."

"That's all right, Daichi's favorite is peaches anyway and they won't be in season until…" Sugawara trails off, struck by a sudden thought. "Actually, do you mind? I think I will have a few. And did you notice if Kiyoko was home on your way by?"

"Should be." Asahi raises an eyebrow, but Sugawara only flashes him a cryptic grin as he plucks the three roundest apples out of the wheelbarrow. Giving Asahi a salute and another promise to come gossip with his trees, Sugawara strolls down the lane whistling.

He slips back into his room to find Daichi sitting up in bed, although not long awake if his yawn and the state of his hair are anything to go by.

"And where have you been?" Daichi asks.

"Finding us breakfast," Sugawara says, climbing into bed beside Daichi and kissing his cheek. He tips the bundled hem of his shirt out, and the apples roll out onto the bed between them. "Asahi sends his regards."

"Are you sure these are eating regards and not baking ones?" Daichi asks, picking up one of the apples and peering at it critically. "Because the last time you gave me one of these it was so tart my lips didn't unclench for hours."

"Try one and see," Sugawara shrugs, careless. But he can't help the noise of glee when Daichi bites down into the first apple and his eyes pop wide, a trickle of peach juice leaking from the corner of his mouth. Sugawara reaches over to catch it with his thumb. "Careful on my sheets, you."

"How did you…" Daichi stares at the apple, the perfect bite mark revealing the slick orange insides of a perfect summer peach.

"Donated a few of last summer's memories, and Kiyoko did the rest." Sugawara smiles at Daichi's furrowed brow. "Relax, I have more than enough memories of summer peaches to give up a few. Besides you can always help me make more."

"You're impossible," Daichi grumbles. He leans over to kiss Sugawara, and he tastes like the gold of summer, the smell of mown grass and the buzz of lazy bees. "And wonderful."

"Yes, I am, aren't I?" Sugawara answers, in high spirits. "Anyway, eat up. I'm not sure the one we did up like pancakes is going to keep."

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hanamiya & Murasakibara, Hanamiya & Imayoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 457

Murasakibara goes to Kirisaki Daichi, Aomine to Touou Academy. Hanamiya and Imayoshi discuss their respective acquisitions.

***

“So you got the ace and I got the monster. Fitting, don’t you think?” Hanamiya says, sprawled out over his bed with his hands tucked behind his head.

Imayoshi rolls his eyes behind his closed lids but keeps his smile on his lips as he watches the practice from Hanamiya’s window. He isn’t sure how Hanamiya wrangled a room with such a good view of the outside court but he can easily imagine Hanamiya throwing up the window and yelling critique down if the mood takes him.

“That I should get the best? Yes,” Imayoshi says as he studies the tall, purple-haired boy who’s busy snacking while two of his teammates play a pickup game. “Though they seem equal in laziness.”

“He’s not that lazy, if you know the right prod to apply,” Hanamiya says. Without looking, Imayoshi knows the exact smug smile that will be on Hanamiya’s lips. “Having trouble managing your ace, senpai?”

“No. I don’t demand anything except he plays in the games and he keeps to that.” For now, at least. Imayoshi’s fingers curl over the window sil ledge as he thinks of the future and how Aomine might grow bored of that too. Even now, Momoi has to threaten his precious magazines sometimes to make him move and she was accepted mostly because they thought they needed a handler for Aomine.

“For now,” Hanamiya says, unknowingly echoing Imayoshi’s thoughts. “You’ve got that pink haired girl and yourself riding him but neither of you can guarantee he’ll play, can you? The kid’s bored and all your reverse psychology won’t change that.”

Kid. As if Aomine isn’t only a year younger than Hanamiya.

Imayoshi turns away from the window and walks back to the bed, dropping down by Hamaiya’s stomach and pushing his shirt up. He traces the lines of muscle, watches Hanamiya’s eyes sharpen so they’re hungry and hopeful at once.

Such a child.

“You’re as bad as Aomine,” Imayoshi says, fingertips trailing over the indented lines of Hanamiya’s abs. “Neither of you care about winning as you should.”

“True,” Hanamiya agrees, catching Imayoshi’s wrist and tugging to bring Imayoshi’s fingers up to his mouth. “But we both care about other things.”

Imayoshi’s smile sharpens. “Is that a confession, Makoto-chan? How cute.”

Hanamiya fake-gags and pushes Imayoshi’s hand away. “You’re getting delusional in your old age, senpai. I meant that he cares about gravure and I care about destroying people.”

“So when you’re done with your monster, will you destroy him too?” Imayoshi asks.

Hanamiya’s smile is a crescent slice of pure malice. “Of course, senpai. What else would I do with a weapon I have no more use for? I can’t let anyone else use him.”

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Miyuki &/ Mei
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 453

Hunger Games AU with my two fav Daiya chars? I am so here. Warnings for violence, death, sexual exploitation, noncon, all the good Hunger Games canonical suffering.

***

The new Victor isn’t pretty enough to catch the eye of the Capitol. Brown hair, brown eyes, nothing showy or flashy about his kills to make him a Capitol darling (a Capitol whore).

Mei isn’t sure if he’s more jealous or relieved. It surprises him a little that he even has it in him to be relieved that someone else is being spared what he goes through - a new Victor would be good for him, would take the attention off him for at least a while. Novelty always wins over loyalty in the Capitol.

Mei watches Miyuki’s Victory Tours and wonders what they’ve drugged him with to keep him upright. The anguish in his eyes when he’d killed his partner had been real. Anyone could see that. The kill hadn’t gotten anywhere near the airtime it should’ve though, the Capitol more focused on the sibling Tributes from One.

The pink-haired siblings had made for good TV, especially when they were dressed to match in the chariots and chose to do their interview with Caesar together. From the start, it had been so clearly signalled which brother would die to protect the other - and which brother should, by all rights, win.

But it had been Miyuki who’d stolen the show, who’d been charming and witty and sharply dangerous. Eijun had spent most of his interview talking about his love of playing ball, of how he’d grown up laughing and running with Miyuki through the sallow summer grass.

It had been a good interview. More than a few people had been rooting for Eijun by the end of it but Eijun was better off dead. That wide smile would’ve shattered by the end of the Games; by the time he’d had to face Miyuki, it had already faded, summer sunshine now weakened by the onset of fall.

Miyuki winning was the best outcome.

Victory wouldn’t break him, the same way it hadn’t broken Mei.

Next year, if Miyuki is a Mentor, Mei will see him again. Even if Miyuki doesn’t Mentor the year after being a Victor, he might be there just to learn from his Mentor what had to be done and whom the real players in the Capitol are.

It’ll be easy for Mei to find an excuse to talk to him. Nobody but a Victor could ever really understand another Victor, after all.

Maybe they can be friends then.

(And then the quarter-quell came and a year of practicing how to introduce himself to Miyuki went to waste because in the end, in the end, they’d have to be enemies.)

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

here!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 463

Serial killers in love is just my fatal weakness. I couldn’t resist remixing this one. Graphic descriptions of gore/flaying, PLEASE be warned! Little bit of violence, sexual content and innuendo too.

***

Imayoshi treats it like a business and Hanamiya treats it like a game but both of them love to watch the other work. It inspires them to greater heights, to further acts of cruelty. Their only true competition stands at their shoulder and criticizes their technique.

“Slower,” Imayoshi instructs, his hand resting on Hanamiya’s elbow and his thumb tucking itself against the inside of Hanamiya’s elbow where the skin is thin and sensitive. His fingers are long and cool, curving around Hanamiya’s arm as if he has any right to touch him and Hanamiya can feel Imayoshi’s breath tickle the back of his neck as he leans in. “If you send him into shock too fast, the organs will degrade just as fast.”

“It’s not as much fun when it’s slow,” Hanamiya grumbles even as he obediently slows the slice of his scalpel. There’s a particular skill to flaying that he and Imayoshi have both honed; the knife has to be angled just right to cut under the epidermis without taking too much flesh.

Every time, they compete to see who can make the thinnest, longest slices. Hanamiya practices at home on tomatoes and cucumbers, sharpening his scalpel after each fruit for maximum effect.

“So impatient.” Imayoshi mock-sighs, the warmth of his exhale making the soft hairs on the back of Hanamiya’s neck rise. “Really, Mako-chan. Don’t you know that some things are better when you take them slow?”

Hanamiya ducks his head further forwards, the swing of his dark hair hiding the unexpected heat that rushed to his cheeks.

Stupid insinuating asshole.

“Not everyone likes it slow,” he mutters as he peels the skin up off with delicate little wriggles of his scalpel. He can see the sheen of the blade as it passes under the skin; the layer that Hanamiya is removing so thin as to be nearly transparent. “Some people lose interest if things take too long.”

Imayoshi hums thoughtfully and a moment later, the warmth of his hand curves over Hanamiya’s groin and squeezes.

Hanamiya jerks, the scalpel splitting through the skin and flashing wet-red as it comes out. He spins, resting the bloodied edge against Imayoshi’s throat, breaths coming fast and wild as his wide eyes lock onto Imayoshi’s.

Imayoshi is still smiling, that same wide smile that is as much a mask as it is menacing.

“Did you change your mind about wanting it fast, Mako-chan?” He asks innocently.

The target’s clean. No blood-born diseases. That’s why Hanamiya presses the scalpel in just enough to make Imayoshi’s skin part and a trickle of blood start to run down his throat.

Imayoshi’s smile doesn’t diminish. “Or is it just that you don’t know any other way to behave except violently when you think someone else is in control?”

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

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

***

here!

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 424

***

The problem with them both, Tatsuya thinks to himself, is the fact that they're both just as hotheaded and stubborn as each other. They don’t like to admit when they’re wrong, and Tatsuya at least doesn’t like to be the first one to crack even when he knows it’s his fault. Shuu’s slightly better at that, out of long-held habits he can’t shake about keeping things together and being a little bit afraid of Tatsuya running off and doing something stupid. They’re a long way away from that, but Tatsuya can’t really say he blames Shuu for that (another thing that’s his fault, but this he’ll admit, for having been such a goddamn difficult teenager).

Tatsuya had wanted to leave to get some fresh air right after they’d fought but that’s the coward’s way out and he still doesn’t want to worry Shuu, so he’d waited an hour and closed the door quietly behind him instead of slamming it because he’s an adult, and gone to the bodega and eaten a mediocre turkey sandwich in the median and watched the cars pass him by and ignored the old man asking if he could spare a cigarette or money to buy some because he doesn’t really feel like talking to anyone.

Except for Shuu, with whom he’s only going to argue, only wants to argue the same points over and over again, going nowhere until their throats are raw from shouting, but he still gets up and throws the waxed paper in the trash and goes back home and doesn’t talk to Shuu there, until he can’t stand it anymore and he can hear the coffee grinder in the kitchen. He stands in the doorway for a second, watches the tension in Shuu’s shoulders, the way he slaps the coffee grinder to get all the loose grounds out.

“Shuu,” Tatsuya says and then Shuu’s reaching for him, and Tatsuya takes the offered hand and they pull each other into a hug.

It’s not enough to solve the issues; it’s a start and it says they’re both at least willing to go from there. Somewhere.

“I’m sorry,” says Tatsuya. “I wish I knew when to stop, instead of just poking at things and making them worse."

Shuu sighs. “You’re going to do what you’re going to do.”

“I’m sorry anyway,” says Tatsuya, keeping his breath steady; he apologizes too much and not enough and in the wrong ways and—

“I accept,” says Shuu, kissing his forehead, and Tatsuya shuts his eyes briefly against Shuu’s shoulder.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

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

***

here!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 525

Aomine keeps his promise. Warnings for zombies, gore, blood, angst, death, etc. All the usual stuff you’d expect from a zombie fill!

***

Kuroko’s lectured him before about the difference between a milkshake and a slushie and a smoothie but Aomine can’t remember much of the finer points. A milkshake has ice cream, a slushie has ice and a smoothie… He doesn’t remember what makes a smoothie a smoothie. Fruit? No, milkshakes often have fruit. And smoothies are the same thickness as milkshakes.

Fuck.

It’s not what he should be worrying about right now but it keeps niggling at his mind as he turns the blender on. The loud noise of it screeching away would’ve surely drawn the zombies to the teacher’s breakroom if the pack hadn’t already moved on to upper floors.

The blender whirrs away busily and Aomine watches it rather than look back at where Kuroko’s slumped against the door, both arms wrapped around himself for comfort.

“There’s no ice cream in here but someone left some milk in the fridge and there’s artificial cream. That’s gonna have to be good enough,” Aomine says once he’s turned off the blender. He pours the far-too-thin concoction of fruit blended with milk into a mug, stirs the artificial cream and all the packs of sugar into it, then carries it over to Kuroko.

Kuroko’s bloody fingers wrap around the handle and he manages a smile for Aomine. “You’re a cheap date, Dai-chan.”

Dai-chan. Aomine’s heart twists over itself and his smile slips for a second before he forces it back. That’s Satsuki’s nickname for him and if Kuroko’s using it...

“Didn’t know I was asking you out on a date when I offered, Tetsu.” Aomine glances down at his bloodstained clothing and settles down next to Kuroko. “Would’ve dressed better if I’d known.”

Kuroko laughs, just bordering on hysterical, and takes a polite sip of the drink. “What does one wear to the apocalypse?”

“Kevlar. Bite-proof body armor. Big thick boots and a hemlet,” Aomine says promptly. He waits until Kuroko laughs again, then kisses him.

Kuroko kisses back for just a second before breaking away to rest his face against Aomine’s shoulder. “You have terrible timing, Daiki.”

Daiki sounds more natural than Dai-chan but it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Figured I wouldn’t get another chance,” Aomine says gruffly. He rests his hand on the back of Kuroko’s shoulders.

“You promise you locked the doors?” Kuroko asks, voice muffled by Aomine’s skin.

“Yeah,” Aomine says honestly. “And I wrote ‘DEAD INSIDE’ on it. Whoever comes for cleanup, if they don’t just bomb the whole school, will know not to open it. Or at least to open it while armed.”

He should’ve saved two bullets for them. Rookie mistake. How was he supposed to know the mob was still focused on converting instead of eating? As soon as Kuroko and Aomine had been bitten, they’d been left alone to find somewhere safe to lock themselves up.

They’d been left alone to die together.

“Okay,” Kuroko says. He raises his head, eyes tear-bright, and kisses Aomine briefly. Against Aomine’s lips, he mumbles feverishly, “Okay.”

This is the best they can do to make sure they hurt no one else so maybe that’s okay after all.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by garciraki
Word Count: 429

***

Masako wins her one on one easily, like she could have done it spotting her opponent five points and he swears at her afterwards and pretends he let her win, but Masako just stares at him, her gaze cooler than the shade in Akita on a rainy fall evening, and from her vantage on the bleachers Alex probably couldn’t see it anyway but she still expects his breath to fog up in the air.

She’s not playing today herself, a strained hamstring and the wrong clothes take care of that (when she was younger, or even now if she was feeling reckless enough, she might give it a go, but she knows Masako’s going to scold or forcibly hold her out, and she doesn’t mind not playing so much when it means she gets to watch Masako, the grace of her motion and the ruthlessness of her defense, as a spectator rather than an opponent or a teammate). Alex snaps the piece of bubble gum in her mouth and adds another; the artificial watermelon flavor is cloyingly sweet but it stretches out on her tongue and softens up easy, and she needs something to do while she watches. Masako looks up to her, cocking her head, and instead of taking someone else’s challenge she makes her way up to the back row.

“Nice game,” says Alex, offering over a piece of gum.

“Thanks,” says Masako, whether it’s for the gum or the compliment or both left unspecified, popping the gum into her mouth and watching as Alex blows a bubble.

Alex drops her arm around Masako’s shoulders and thinks that perhaps the gum had been a bad idea, any kiss she leaves on Masako’s cheek is going to be the wrong kind of sticky (though having Masako get annoyed at her like this could be fun) and they’re not going to be able to rally kiss each other. But it’s not like they’re so short on time that this makes a difference, and she can still get a kick out of telling Masako she likes watching the way her mouth moves.

The next game starts; Alex snaps her gum again and Masako blows a bubble. They watch as the two men (boys, really, they’re that young) posture at each other and fake left and right. So it’s one of those games; maybe they’ll try to dunk. Alex sighs; her peripheral vision’s shit but not so much that she can’t see Masako looking at her out of the corner of her eye, and that’s enough to make her smile again.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Mizuki/Shuusuke Fuji, Mizuki/Yuuta, Fuji & Yuuta
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by garciraki
Word Count: 427

I am so trash for this ship and nobody ever writes it!!!! Thank you so much.

Warnings for violence, boundary pushing, blood, Fuji and Mizuki BOTH being not very nice people.

***

It turns into a Thing. Mizuki’s kisses are sly, insinuating things, starting off almost chaste while he secretly worms his tongue into Fuji’s mouth only to have it bitten. It’s almost a game that Mizuki plays, seeing how much he can get away with, how open he can be about his relationship with Fuji.

He smacks Fuji on the ass in the changing room and blows him in the shower. He leaves marks on Fuji’s throat where the shirt collar won’t cover them and uses tinted lip gloss that has Fuji walking around with pink lips if he doesn’t remember to rub his mouth with the back of his hand after kissing Mizuki.

Fuji permits Mizuki these liberties, taking the measure of the other boy and waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

It’s after a game against Seigaku, when his brother’s had the misfortune of playing against Mizuki, that Fuji acts.

“Not bad,” Mizuki says smugly, dismissively, hand creeping down to cup Fuji’s ass and squeeze. They’ve got their backs to the wall, nobody will see. Mizuki’s smile is a fanged and fierce thing; nothing riles Shuusuke up like insults to Yuuta. “But you’re much better - on the court and in bed.”

Fuji whirls and grabs Mizuki by the shoulders. He slams him back against the court and Mizuki’s head bounces against the concrete, leaving a wet red smear. There’s silence for a second before the shocked shouting begins and the coach sprints forwards to stop his star player from killing the captain.

That’s when Fuji kisses him, when Mizuki’s eyes are glazed-dazed, when he’s possibly got a concussion, when both teams are watching and when Mizuki, despite all that, still moans and wraps an arm around Fuji’s shoulders.

Mizuki kisses him back and victory has never tasted so sweet.

“You’re a slut, Hajime” Fuji says, Mizuki’s spit still in his mouth as he speaks with his forehead resting against Mizuki’s. “But if you ever go near my brother again, I will kill you.”

He opens his eyes, blue as the killing frost, and regards Mizuki steadily. Mizuki’s violet eyes are disfocused, the pupils unevenly sized but when Fuji asks, “Do you understand?”, Mizuki nods assent.

The coach pulls Fuji away from Mizuki then and Fuji lets him. He’s made his point.

All the while, as the coach lectures Fuji, Fuji is aware of Yuuta’s eyes on his back.

He’s proud of what his brother has become but Fuji doesn’t think that Yuuta’s as proud of him.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill, arson used as imagery
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

here!

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by ellipsometry
Word Count: 457

fyi i referred to this as ‘blessed fill’ in my document bc it really was PLEASE READ THE ORIGINAL FILL YO

***

“Anything for you, Tatsuya,” Taiga says, and even though he’s just rolled his eyes (because chocolate strawberries, really?) he hasn’t meant anything so much tonight, nothing so much in a long time, no long shot at the buzzer or block in the dying seconds, no decisive dunk or words over the phone.

It would be anything for Tatsuya if it wasn’t their anniversary, but Taiga’s okay with celebrating their anniversary every day (without the part about too much chocolate, maybe) if it’s like this. If it means having sex on every surface and then some, carrying Tatsuya in his arms and seeing Tatsuya blink up at him in a haze of pre and mid and post coital bliss, Tatsuya pouring champagne on him and kissing and touching his body through the bubbles until they’re a different kind of sticky all over again, and then they hop into the jacuzzi until they’re almost dehydrated and, well.

It’s really no surprise they wake up hungover, all things considered (and all things being how drunk and dehydrated they’d been when they’d fallen asleep, how much they’d had to drink in the first place, how little sleep they’d gotten) and it might be a surprise that it isn’t worse, not that it’s not plenty bad enough already. On the subway ride down to Penn Station Taiga feels like he’s about to puke as the train sways, getting over it by putting his head between his legs as Tatsuya rubs his back and tells the concerned old lady across from them that he'll be fine and he’d just had a rough night is all.

He’s feeling more hungry than nauseous by the time they get off at 34th, and when they reach Shake Shack he’s fucking ravenous. They don’t get quite the usual amount of food (a dozen double smoke shacks, a dozen double shack burgers, a dozen regular fries, with a whole bottle of hot sauce on the side for Tatsuya to dip his fries in—gross, in Taiga’s opinion, but the taste of the burgers ought to cover that the next time they kiss each other).

“You’re a freak of nature, you know that?” says Tatsuya.

“Whatever,” says Taiga. “Want another?”

He tosses the one closest to him over to Tatsuya, and Tatsuya peels back the greasy wrapper to chomp down on it, sauce sticking to the corners of his mouth. It’s so fucking cute Taiga wants to lick it all off, an intrusive thought that’s better off left to last night. But still, if he can’t quite do that kind of thing in public, he can still spoil Tatsuya with burgers and fries and yes, hot sauce. And a few of those raspberry cheesecake shakes, while they’re at it.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

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

***

here!

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Manami/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by garciraki
Word Count: 455

Descriptive self-harm & blood & suicidal ideation, please heed that warning.

***

It was too late the moment you were born, weak and flawed. Death had laid its stamp on you, impressing an invisible brand on your heart.

This child is mine.

You grew up sickly, you grew up weak. Your parents kept you safe in bed, kept your meals regulated and a nurse on call. All you had to do was press the buzzer and she would come help you out of bed to the toilet or to the window seat if you wanted to look at the world that was too much for you.

Your parents make your home a fortress but no lock has ever baffled Death.

When Miyahara takes you on a bike ride, your chest explodes. Agony spikes through your every cell and you fall into a black oblivion that crushes your chest and sends stars in front of your eyes. You see the universe and how invisible you are, how you are too small to be even a speck in it.

You see your eventual fate and you decide that riding will be what you do from now on. You will push yourself until your body gives out. You will drive yourself to your own death.

Your parents built the castle to keep Death out, not to keep you in, and you escape easily.

*

Riding has the opposite effect to what you intended. Your body grows stronger and your heart learns to cope. You chase that sensation of dying, the knife-edge of pain slashing into your chest, but you can only catch it sometimes.

It’s easiest on the mountains, when your whole body labors to defy gravity, when your muscles are overworked and you’re panting with dehydration. You’re so light-headed sometimes that it feels like you’re flying, heading for those stars you see when you shut your eyes.

It’s easiest but it’s not reliable. You find another way.

*

It hurts. Of course it hurts. It hurts so sharply and so fiercely that you catch your breath against the sting of it, head tilting back so you can suck in greedy gasps of precious air. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and it’s so wonderful.

Your body adjusts to this too. You have to start cutting deeper.

*

“I’ve stopped,” you tell your boyfriend and add conscientiously in your mind ‘cutting my arms’. Onoda’s a good boyfriend. He won’t ever push for more than you’re comfortable with. If you say you’re uncomfortable being naked around him, that you don’t want him touching you down there, he’ll respect it.

He’ll never know you changed from your arms to your thighs so that when you ride, it would hurt with every pump of your muscles.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

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

***

here!

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, E

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by garciraki
Word Count: 413

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/93165.html

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Momoi Satsuki/Aida Riko, Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by garciraki
Word Count: 595

Backstory of this line: the time that he had gotten too, too drunk at that party, for the time that he had left bruises on Satsuki's wrists, dark purple standing out against creamy white, for the time that he'd kissed and groped her as she tried to break free from his grip, tried to tell him to wait until they weren't in public.

Warnings for alcohol, sexual assault, partner abuse, violence, people being assholes who don’t intervene.

*whispers softly* Girls defending/avenging each other is the best thing. The best.

***

The party’s noisy and chaotic, basketball boys all unwinding during one of the short breaks they have. They’re holding it at Kagami’s house - no parents around to spoil the fun - and everyone’s jammed into the rooms, spilling out onto the sidewalk and into the garden when it gets too hot and noisy inside.

Riko’s had three (or four, if you count the shot and shots are so tiny she doesn’t) drinks but she’s keeping an eye out for her boys so it won’t be more than that. She’s got to make sure none of them do anything stupid and get themselves injured - or worse, get their hearts broken.

Heartbreak isn’t something Riko can fix but a broken arm after a drunken tumble down the steps isn’t a minor injury either. She’s already steered Izuki away from the pool twice (he’s far too drunk to swim) and fished Mitobe’s car keys out of the couch where they landed when he did an enthusiastic strip tease. Kiyoshi’s hit on her, made the right noises about wanting to get back together, missing what they had, but she knows it’s the alcohol talking and she steered him gently in the direction of the kitchen instead where she knows Hyuuga’s having a wrestling contest with the fridge. She’s not sure how that works (or how Hyuuga’s losing) but she is sure Hyuuga’s the best company for Kiyoshi right now.

“Dai-chan,” Satsuki pleads, her voice a little breathless and tight. Riko’s head turns towards the sound immediately. Satsuki’s not at Seirin, Satsuki’s not her girl (she’s Aomine’s girl and the thought is bitter as arsenic, the words souring her mouth every time she speaks them) but Satsuki is her friend.

Satsuki’s on a couch with Aomine, pulled down on his lap. He’s got one arm around her waist, holding her in place with his fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her trapped and his other hand’s cupping her breasts and squeezing.

“Dai-chan, stop! We’re in public!” The high note of reproof in Satsuki’s voice is part panic, Riko knows, and she starts to make her way towards them as Aomine nuzzles his face against her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells Satsuki, loud enough to be heard even over the ambient note. “Your tits are just like Mai-chan’s. Except better because I get to touch them.”

He squeezes again, then tries to clumsily shove his hand under the necklace of her blouse.

“Dai-chan!” Satsuki squirms, her eyes wide and wild. Nobody else is trying to stop Aomine. They’re drunk enough to either not pay attention or they’re not taking Satsuki seriously, just like Aomine isn’t. In her haste to get to them, Riko kicks a boy in the back of his knee just so he’l move.

“Stop,” Satsuki says, sliding into her negotiating voice. “Stop, later Dai-chan, we can do this later when we aren’t in public.”

“Want to do you in public,” Aomine mutters, knuckles pressing visibly against Satsuki’s shirt as he twisted his hand under the cloth, still groping Satsuki. “Want everyone to see how hot you are, Satsuki. Love you--”

Satsuki’s slap echoes around the room like a cymbal crash and Riko stops dead. Aomine’s hands fall away from Satsuki and she’s off his lap in a second, straightening her blouse and pulling her skirt hem down.

She storms off, the crowd parting for her like rabbits before a lioness and Riko follows.

Riko’ll make Aomine pay for this later. Her first priority is (and always will be) making sure that Satsuki’s okay.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: poetry fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: 28 lines

***


i once thought
of you becoming a home for something
(or someone.
me.)

i never thought
that offhanded, hurried thought
would be truth.
a reality i get to live.

but you've opened the door--
little by little--
and welcomed
me inside.

(inside your heart,
inside your home.)

it's slow,
a few visits to start.
and then,
you welcome me totally.

with a confession,
a promise.

and i've never felt
more welcomed.
or have wanted to be
anywhere else.

this,
you,
are home, after all.
and i'm here to stay.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Ryoma & Inui & Horio & Katsuo & Kachiro
Fandom: Prince of Tennis & Jurassic World
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by garciraki
Word Count: 401

Ryoma tries to teach dinosaurs to play tennis. Inui is not sure this is a good idea.

***


“You still got a ways to go,” Ryoma told the velociraptors. Horio clicked his teeth at Ryoma and Kachiro squawked in indignation. Katsuo, on the other hand, was busy chewing on the tennis racket.

Ryoma spritzed him lightly with cold water as punishment, leaning over the railing to do so.

“Focus, Katsuo,” he told the velociraptor who raised his head and hissed at Ryoma, crest bristling in annoyance.

Inui joined Ryoma on the walkway and looked down at the three dinosaurs.

“...Why are there tennis rackets in their enclosure?” Inui asked, pen poised just above a blank page of his notebook.

“I was trying to teach them tennis,” Ryoma said nonchalantly as he bounced a tennis ball demonstratively against the walkway.

Inui blinked and wrote nothing. After a second, when it became clear Ryoma wasn’t going to elaborate, Inui asked, “Why tennis?”

“It’d make them use their arms to grip the racket. While they don’t have opposable thumbs, they do have flexible enough digits to hold the tennis racket and move it.” Ryoma nodded down at where Katsuo had returned to chewing on the tennis racket he was holding in his claws. Since Inui didn’t seem convinced, Ryoma continued.

“And it’d also encourage to use their front legs more. Their back legs get plenty of exercise from running around but their arms are supposed to be used for ripping things and climbing. They don’t do enough of that but swinging a racket would help them build up muscle.” Ryoma tossed the ball down and Katsuo, who was holding the racket still, instinctively swung at it as he leapt up with his mouth open.

Horio barreled into Katsuo from the side, knocking him over, and impaled the tennis ball on one claw. Kachiro hissed and batted at the claw, starting a small fight between the two velociraptors that ended only when the ball are reduced to shreds of plastic and fabric.

Katsuo had returned to philosophically taking the racket apart. He was a very phlegmatic velociraptor, all things considered.

“Your teachings don’t appear to be a success,” Inui observed dryly as he adjusted his glasses. His pen scribbled over the notebook, Inui pausing only to take a few photos of the scene below. “I predict a zero percent chance that you’ll succeed in teaching them tennis.”

Ryoma shrugged. “Give them time. Who knows? In two years, Horio might end up a tennis expert.”

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: poetry fill, angst, post break-up
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: 22 lines

***

it's empty
without you here
without you to call mine
any longer.

it's never been so quiet--
(i miss your voice and your laugh. everything.)

and yet it's never been so loud--
(without you around to fill silences, i can hear
every noise
in this too empty apartment.)

you said goodbye,
and i'd let you.
i didn't try to fight it,
didn't try to get you back.

(would it have done anything,
if i had?
would you have come back?
would i have you now?)

i guess,
all there's left to do
is wonder
in the dead silence your absence has left.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: poetry fill, angst, unrequited love, crossing into parallel worlds
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: 20 lines

***

i don't want to lose you,
but in a way,
i've already
lost you.

i can't return
the feelings you have--
the way you think of me--
but i can try to make up for it.

i want you to be happy.
if not here, then somewhere else.

someplace better.
a place where your sentiments are returned.

i love you.
(but not the way you want me to.)

i'd do anything for you.
(except what you want, i can't give you.)

so i hope,
this alternative is enough.
it may only be a parallel of what you want,
but i hope it's enough to make you happy.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Shuusuke & Yuuta, Mizuki/Yuuta
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by yrindor
Word Count: 429

What’s it like growing up with a powerful Reader for a brother? Warnings for emotional trauma, mental/emotional manipulation, Mizuki being a monster as always and just. Everything.

***

Dreamers shape the raw clay of their imagination and Readers are the kiln that turn their vision into reality. Every child knows this and every child also knows the early signs of a Reader.

Shuusuke reads a bedtime story to Yuuta every night. He’s not much bigger than Yuuta but he pronounces the words carefully and clearly. Very soon, he knows the stories by heart so he doesn’t even bother looking at the books, retelling the stories in his own words and with choice verbal flourishes the original author had never intended.

The Grimm’s fairy tales book that their parents had given Shuusuke was the bowdlerized version for children; within months, Shuusuke has taken the stories back to their dark roots and Yuuta is sobbing under the covers at night, waking from weird and fearful nightmares.

It takes them far too long to realize what the connection is and by that point, it’s too late. Yuuta’s always been a child with a vivid imagination and in his sleep, his imagination worked against him. He’s warped now, his lines of thought twisting and looping around each in invisible nooses.

Shuusuke apologizes, again and again, but he’s only a child too and can’t make it right.

“I promise I’ll fix it,” he tells Yuuta, holding Yuuta’s small hands tightly in his. “I’ll become a Reader and I’ll ask my Dreamer to dream you better. To dream that you’re okay and that you never ever have nightmares again.”

Yuuta’s eyes water but he blinks bravely, refusing to let the tears spill over his chubby cheeks.

*

Shuusuke becomes a Reader, just as he predicted.

To everyone’s surprise, Yuuta manifests as a Dreamer and says he wants to go to a special school to study dreaming. He produces a boy named Mizuki and says this is his Reader, Mizuki’s just been waiting for him to manifest, and they’re going to learn together to become the best Reader-Dreamer duo ever.

He looks straight at Shuusuke and says, “I don’t need you to make me better, brother. I can do that myself.”

Faced with that, what can Shuusuke say?

*

All the Dreamers are dead - except two. Lord Mizuki has spun a world in which there are no Dreamers except his own favorites. All the dreamers have died and no more will ever be born. Shuusuke’s Reader has been killed and his tongue taken so he will never be able to communicate his ideas to any hidden Reader that might penetrate the palace’s confines.

Monsters roam the streets and they have Shuusuke’s voice.

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Fuji
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: when someone is fever-tripping on poison, is the perfect time to feel them up, clearly
Original Work: here by yrindor
Word Count: 439

Fuji loses nearly two weeks as his body battles against the herbalist's poisons. Time blurs too, with most of the day an indistinct haze outside of Akashi's daily appearances. Sometimes, he thinks he feels hands on his body or words whispered in his ear in the middle of the night, but he doesn't trust himself to distinguish a fever dream from reality. - basically I’m just working with that bit of your fill because hiiiiiiiiii. EMPEROR AU.

Warnings for abuse, drugs, noncon groping, horror, body horror, really creepy Akashi.

***

Akashi’s hands skate over Fuji’s body as he dreams, tracing the lines of muscle and scar. He’s not quite lovely enough to be a pleasure slave with all those scars; even if Akashi had them covered up with tattoos, he’d still feel them under the ink.

But he is handsome and more than that, he’s intriguing. The poisons wrack his body and lay his defenses bare; whenever Akashi activates his Emperor’s Eye and looks at Fuji’s mind, it’s a mess of hallucinations and pain. He sweeps his consciousness idly through Fuji’s, like a child drawing their fingers over the cool surface of a lake, and picks up bits of memory interposed with made-up moments.

Distinguishing one from another quickly turns into a game that Akashi rather enjoys. Fuji’s imagination is vivid enough that his fantasies are as clear as his memories - and fever dreams aside, his fantasies are realistic. Even in the middle of the fever dreams, Fuji is drawing on memories that Akashi can recognize.

There are green waves tickling under his chin and over his sides. He’s facedown in the water but he’s breathing still. A mermaid comes and walks over his back, her thousand little feet skittering holes into his skin.

He bleeds black and chokes on the oil that spills from his mouth.

The waves are easy. They stem from his memory of swimming in the ocean multiple times with a face mask and snorkeling tube. The mermaid is - black haired, blue eyed, expressionless - a boy he met in the ocean when he was young, who swam with the same ease that other people breathed.

The holes in Fuji’s skin match the placement of his piercings, rotated and duplicated. The blood and oil…

Well. He has vomited twice already. The slave have cleaned it up and washed out the inside of his mouth, but Akashi was informed of it by the slave who was told to keep guard over Fuji and report to the Emperor immediately should Fuji die.

Fuji has survived so far though. He’s lived through four days and though his flesh is brand-hot under Akashi’s hand, though his muscles quiver and tremble with endless shivers, Akashi thinks that Fuji will live through all of it.

He rolls Fuji onto his back and cups his hand lightly over Fuji’s groin, feeling the flesh stir in response to his touch.

Fuji isn’t lovely enough to be a pleasure slave but while Kuroko is recovering, Akashi might take Fuji to bed anyway.

(And then send him far, far away, out of Kuroko’s reach. His favorite is at least as clever as Fuji is.)